Chantal Sarault / Chantal Al-Refae / Foodie Beauty - Delusional drug fiend hamplanet mukbanger from Canada trying to be a glamorous online influencer. Pathological liar, huge bitch, narcissist, animal abuser

The funniest part about all of this is that all Gunt needs to do to actually lose weight is stop eating bullshit and go for daily walks at a normal pace. Like walking around her subdivision, or a park with a path, or even out in stores or whatever. She just needs to move her fat ass. She doesn't even have to lift a finger to eat healthy because Nader will cook for her. But that's too difficult for our Queen of Farts. Even mentioning the idea to her is enough to trigger a massive defiant breakdown like some runaway teenager.

I legit don't understand some of these deathfats. Mostly ALR and Chantal, to be more specific. Money isn't an issue for either one of them. They can afford surgeries, therapies, medicine, housing, luxuries, nonsensical bullshit, animals, etc., but still complain that everything is just too damn hard for them. Make it make sense.
 
I apologize if this is double posting, but this writeup just kept getting better.
"fast food bender"
"I am Bender, please insert girder burger"
. "I was thinking of doing foot fetish porn," she says, to the horror of everyone.
Foot+food fetish is a very real and disgusting thing.
Sad about trying to "merge"
The only things going to merge are her ass and a crusty seat cushion.
don't want anyone to be more popular than me."
HAHAHAHAHA
Literally driving with her eyes closed. Again. No hands on the steering wheel -- one for the Misty, one for gesturing vaguely at houses she passes.
Where's a Canadian Horse Cop when you need one?
 
She doesn't want to change or make commitments. She's happy being a lethargic blob, without interests or passions or hobbies or thoughts. It's a BPD thing where she's got no identity in the first place, so any big life changes -- such as an actual weightloss journey, or even developing a hobby -- are very uncomfortable prospects because on some level she reads it as becoming a "new" or "different" person. Her identity is so weak that learning to knit would be an identity crisis. She would go from being a person who doesn't knit to being a person who knits. My god. Such upheaval! And that's not even changing her sedentary lifestyle, or altering her body (which she's already incredibly insecure about).

And at the same time, what if she puts in all that effort and misses out on all those burgers and he still leaves her? That would be a tragedy.

Nader (or her doctor, or her family, or ANYONE) trying to get her to lose weight is a lowkey rejection of who she is. BPDs can't handle rejection. At all. Even a little bit. So they have to reactively reaffirm who they think they are. Whatever little shreds of personhood they have -- in this case, being a junk food dumpster -- have to be clung to.

I would say that she gets a sexual thrill from being disgusting as well. She loves negative attention, from the way she tells it she's been antisocial and disgusting her whole life. Refusing to chew with her mouth closed to horrify her mom, bullying her little sister. Tricking developmentally disabled people into giving her money to see her tits. Farting and belching on live, shitting her pants playing Mario Kart with hundreds of people watching. Rubbing her gunt and being as loud and nasty as she can possibly be to get any kind of attention.

I think it's because deep down she knows she's gross so she magnifies it to get a supply of endless attention. Doesn't matter if Nader hates her, he's stuck with her now if he wants access to unlimited Old Navy Outlet shopping trips. She maneuvered Peetz into living away from public transit so he has to fetch her meals and unplug her toilet if he wants to go to the comic book store. Sure he could just leave but she knows he won't, that's the only reason he's there. Everything has to be engineered to keep her from having to feel anything.

What's insane is, like you said, her identity is weak. Her identity has always been (as far as anyone has told it, including Shannon) the fat girl that was presentable, a little mean but made her friends laugh. Nader doesn't want her to wear makeup, he doesn't approve of her clothing hauls, he doesn't want her to be fat, to speak loudly, to have cats. And he won't let her eat fast food.

If you strip away the makeup, the clothes, the weird hair shit, the cats, the fast food, what is left? Shitting her pants?
 
Foot+food fetish is a very real and disgusting thing.

If you strip away the makeup, the clothes, the weird hair shit, the cats, the fast food, what is left? Shitting her pants?
Well Gunty revels in being a disgusting slob, who eats her meals in a way, that is as gross as possible and sharts herself during the feast, so why the hell not combine the mess, into something that she can enjoy and monetize?
 
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I'm probably being way too picky or even quite possibly too snobbish, but it irks me to see such a cosmopolitan, sophisticated, elegant woman of the world serving her suave and debonair boyfriend rose wine in a chardonnay glass. Might as well be swigging Mad Dog 2020 right out of the bottle, you cretin.

Also dear sweet baby J, did I hear him say he could inject her lips with filler? Please, please let this happen. All I want for Christmas is Chantal going live with botched lips to match her botched hairline, all courtesy of her beloved stabber.
Has his thought process turned to simply wondering how far he can go and still get his bills paid?
"She let me thread her hairline. I'll bet she'll believe me if I tell her I can do lip fillers."
Are there some discreetly placed bets behind the scenes between him and his friends?
Don't get your hopes up but we might be on the verge of a whole new level.
 
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The body language and non-verbal communication between these two is interesting, you see Chantal try to lean into Nader in the way that lovers do (trying to force herself under his arm, going in for the crook of his neck) and he immediately recoils and tries to get her away from him. The way she looks at him with utter adoration with him looking back at her with what I can only describe as disdain and confusion. His phone dings or rings and her eyes immediately dart to look at it - she doesn't trust him. How could you move in with somebody if you're constantly paranoid that he's texting or on the phone with his newest slampig?
When they went to that coffee place yesterday and they crossed the road, Chantal proudly announces "You held my hand! ...for a little bit there.. right?" as Nader stays completely silent. If you take away the drugs, the sex, the transactions, and the food - what's left of their relationship? Nothing. There's no affection between these two, Nader completely refuses to say anything good about her other than "she had my back at times". Really? Usually when you ask someone what they like about their partner, they can drone on and on about the things that they love about them; their eyes, their smile, humor, taste, etc etc etc. Nader is experiencing none of that. She's his literal piggy bank.
 
i could be late or may have missed it in the past hundred pages but did chantal give a reason behind finally shaving her widow's peak (besides it showing off how bald she is even more than a straight hairline)? part of me wonders if nader told her to get rid of it because its considered a more "masculine" trait.
 
Also hilarious how he won’t give a straight answer when asked if he’s attracted to her, or if he thinks she’s beautiful etc. She’s dying for him to just say “yes” but he will not do it, so she just laughs at his politician-level vague answers.

Also dear sweet baby J, did I hear him say he could inject her lips with filler? Please, please let this happen. All I want for Christmas is Chantal going live with botched lips to match her botched hairline, all courtesy of her beloved stabber.
The fillers that are for sale on Amazon and the like are unregulated and available to untrained hacks like Nader and have been known to cause severe damage and life altering disfigurement. They are not Juvederm or Restylane, they are supposedly hyaluronic acid but who knows how sterile etc. So far he has mangled her hairline, removed chin skin tags causing huge infected lookin bumps, supplied her with a meth pipe causing upper lip burn/scar, so hell yea he's gonna try the lips.


* to be clear, both Juvederm and Restylane are hyaluronic acid but heavily controlled in terms of access, only MD's or people under supervision of an MD, like medspas, etc. can purchase it. The stuff sold on Amazon is very likely made in China in unregulated labs. Lip filler can go wrong under the best of circumstances with a trained practitioner. With a coked up nut, oh lord.
 
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And here’s me just impressed they’re not drinking out of plastic cups.
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I'm probably being way too picky or even quite possibly too snobbish, but it irks me to see such a cosmopolitan, sophisticated, elegant woman of the world serving her suave and debonair boyfriend rose wine in a chardonnay glass. Might as well be swigging Mad Dog 2020 right out of the bottle, you cretin.
 
Gunt's been on a fucking tangent all afternoon! So far she's had: :gunt:
- Starbucks confetti sugar cookie (410 cal)
- Grande Starbucks Iced Sugar Cookie Oat Latte (230)
- Burger King Whopper Jr Meal (1769)
- 1 Small BK Fry (207)
- KFC 3 Piece Meal (1063)
- Dairy Queen Large Cherry Freeze (580)

Calories: 4,259
Sodium: 3953
ALL OF THIS BECAUSE NADER ELSHAMY SUGGESTED THAT THEY SHOULD GO FOR A WALK THIS MORNING.

GAHHHH

I am getting the SHITS just hearing about this. And hers, by now, must be as corrosive as muriatic acid. Hope Gatineau's warm enough this week to still be able to crack the windows open...
 
At 1:27:10 in the "COME DRINK WINE WITH US!" live on Nader's channel someone asks Nader if Chantal can bring her two cats when they live together (which gunt screws her nose up at). Low and behold Nader is on board with the idea, which gunt quickly shuts down and looks daggers at him - then quickly changes the subject. She claims "change of environment is very stressful for them" which he tells her no, it isn't (by that logic wouldn't it be more stressful to dump them with an entirely new person in an entirely new environment instead of keeping them with their lifetime owner and moving them?).

Don't mean to cat sperg, it was an interesting exchange. Gunt, your narratives aren't checking out in the slightest. The more they do lives together the more the narrative will fall apart. Can't wait for more awkward exchanges and shit to be outted!

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At 1:27:10 in the "COME DRINK WINE WITH US!" live on Nader's channel someone asks Nader if Chantal can bring her two cats when they live together (which gunt screws her nose up at). Low and behold Nader is on board with the idea, which gunt quickly shuts down and looks daggers at him - then quickly changes the subject. She claims "change of environment is very stressful for them" which he tells her no, it isn't (by that logic it wouldn't it be more stressful to dump them with an entirely new person in an entirely new environment instead of keeping them with their lifetime owner and moving them?).

Don't mean to cat sperg, it was an interesting exchange. Gunt, your narratives aren't checking out in the slightest. The more they do lives together the more the narrative will fall apart. Can't wait for more awkward exchanges and shit to be outted!

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What an absolute fucking bitch. The stupid, stupid woman getting rid of pets (or children) for an abusive man was a trope we all saw coming with her.

This immensely stupid and heartless fatass Shyamalans the whole thing. She wants to get rid of the cats?! He's actually not bothered by them?

It continually amazes me how much better he comes across than her, even with all the vile things we know about him. Maybe if they do move, the cats will actually, finally get a clean box, courtesy of our favourite tit punching, meth snorting, whore-disrespecting, allegedly raping chef cook. What a twist!
 
At 1:27:10 in the "COME DRINK WINE WITH US!" live on Nader's channel someone asks Nader if Chantal can bring her two cats when they live together (which gunt screws her nose up at). Low and behold Nader is on board with the idea, which gunt quickly shuts down and looks daggers at him - then quickly changes the subject. She claims "change of environment is very stressful for them" which he tells her no, it isn't (by that logic wouldn't it be more stressful to dump them with an entirely new person in an entirely new environment instead of keeping them with their lifetime owner and moving them?).

Don't mean to cat sperg, it was an interesting exchange. Gunt, your narratives aren't checking out in the slightest. The more they do lives together the more the narrative will fall apart. Can't wait for more awkward exchanges and shit to be outted!

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she is so disgusting. of course it's her idea to get rid of the cats, because she "can't handle" bbj's age/death. she doesn't want to "see" it. nader would probably make her take them to the vet at this rate. her bullshit is off the charts wow.
 
This immensely stupid and heartless fatass Shyamalans the whole thing. She wants to get rid of the cats?! He's actually not bothered by them?

It continually amazes me how much better he comes across than her, even with all the vile things we know about him. Maybe if they do move, the cats will actually, finally get a clean box, courtesy of our favourite tit punching, meth snorting, whore-disrespecting, allegedly raping chef cook. What a twist!
This shit right here. Last night he was saying that Peetz' cat was like his (Peetz') family, of course it was natural to mourn a pet you'd had for almost 20 years. Chantal looked a little horrified because she's set up this cat-hater narrative about how he hates animals and abused Sam (conveniently saying this after he didn't answer her call or some bullshit one day).

But what if King Tut is indifferent about cats, and Chantal is just tired of having any responsibility (cats, Peetz, a bed of her own) to worry about and is just using him as an excuse to offload everything? He doesn't even seem to really have an opinion of Peetz one way or another, we only know what Chantal has said or prompted from both sides. AFAIK the two of them have never even stood face to face.

Lol wouldn't that be some shit? There's no end to this ride.
 
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