She's losing her shit. She muted to scream for Peetz so he can fight with her online. It's Nader and DeeDee VS Chantal (who's waiting on Peetz) She's calling DeeDee all kinds of names. God, this shit is priceless.
Peetz is gonna call Nader a PUSSY from the car, guise. OOooH.
"Answer me right now! Where does she sleep? He's gonna say, "OH, it doesn't matter, we're not together."
She's freaking out calling him a liar and a cheater. I hear Nadar and DD laughing having a great old time.
"He's not single. Ok, he is not. He was not single. Who was with you in your bed NYE?"
He denied her being there and said he was ALONE lolol, I can't.
"You were asking me if I loved you after DAY 3! I lived with Peetz when I met you, you do care!"
Nader said DeeDee can say what she wants to. (Then so can Peetz)
"You wanna play that game? x3 I want my stuff. And I'll grab it and never see you again. Nader, Nader, Nader, what are you gonna do? I support Peetz, he's never hurt me like you do. 20 years. Right, Dickhead."
Heres what happend, we talked this mornig, said you loved me, I apologized, I can't even leave you alone 5 hours or you call DeeDee and then this dumbass comes over."
You look like a camel and your friend looks like a sloth.
Yeah, but I"m cute and you know it, and you're never gonna see this again, never gonna see this, never gonna see this ever again x5 (shows breasts jiggling body jiggling)
Nader: What's that?
"Guess who just messaged me? Ok, I'm going to get my stuff!"
"What you think I'm jealous of whats-her-face right now? PEETZ CAN GET IT ON HE'S GOT THE DONG x3" (Peetz is grossed out I bet)
Peetz looked into the camera like a serial killer and said "Go fuck yourself you controlling abusive, douchebag."
Nader called him an asshole and asked if Peetz was on hormones LOL.
C: Do you think I should give Peetz a nice hug and kiss?
P: I think not.
Confirmation of Nader's stinky breath: "The doctor says you should get your breath checked out, cus it stinks." Lol the doc told him to see a doc, according to Chantal logic. What a great insult.
I'm out, it's too much.