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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
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I have no idea whether Roman has a girlfriend, but I have absolutely no doubt in my mind that he's at the very least made out with Chantal. After everything that's happened with Nader, why would she risk "giving a platform" to someone who hadn't given her anything she wanted? And we all know (because she has told us multiple times in disgusting detail) how much she values "kissing".Poor Cuntal is 0 for 2.
First Nader refuses to claim her. Now Roman denies, in Monty's stream, kissing her.
Shame!
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Lies! Is Kiwi his gf?
It could very well have been Roman. Chantal only blocks fake men, not real ones willing to give her attention.
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I'm loving the full-on cow udder situation she's rocking down in Fupatown.
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Is she wearing a fucking diaper?
Otherwise her GUNT has 3 levels.
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No, you guys are just haydurs. She herself said her FUPA is SHRINKING. Don't you guys get that??
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REECAP of NAILS REVEAL (2022/02/22):
It's been just about two hours and our fearless independent Gunt is returning to reveal her nails. Just how atrocious will they be? Has she gone with the matte green coffin nails with skwarofiski crystals? Did she take the advisement of her VIB and get a deep shade of sultry red? Did the well meaning nail tech talk her into something slightly less whorish?
That seemed a safe place to stop. We're at 1:57:00 if anyone is concerned.
It's been just about two hours and our fearless independent Gunt is returning to reveal her nails. Just how atrocious will they be? Has she gone with the matte green coffin nails with skwarofiski crystals? Did she take the advisement of her VIB and get a deep shade of sultry red? Did the well meaning nail tech talk her into something slightly less whorish?
I GOT MY WISH FUCK YOU ALL. (
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We immediately are put on hold after she shows us her nails. This bitch. Why did you even bother starting the stream if you needed to go pee? Honestly.
Chantal is feeling herself right now, she returns with her high pitched squeals and screeches hi to everyone at an octave that could shatter glass. She is being taunted for saying Swarovski wrong. I approve of this. She paid $85 and tipped $15 for a grand total $100 dollar shit show of a nail job.
We are treated to her advisement that her poop smells like when someone has a rotten tooth. This is something we all didn't need to know, but that's okay, she's feeling much better now. She is very happy with her nails and bragging on her crystals, which she still cannot pronounce properly. Someone intimates regarding raw chicken and Chantal clearly knows what they are talking about. I thought we were over Nader?
Our sweet gunt is starving, but she is going to get a laptop! Her phone is at 8% and we are being left in the car. If anyone forgot the last time we went to Best Buy she bought a television that wouldn't fit in the KIA, threw a tantrum, and then ordered one off Amazon that was stolen. She is literally going to put us on hold again so she can buy a laptop. But not Dell.
NO SING!
Chantal has left the vehicle, unlocked, in a public parking lot. We're staring at nothing. I am holding out hope that we get to watch someone steal the car on live (
) and have grown so bored I am fantasizing that one of the random passersby will liberate us from our boredom. BP Chat (being Best Chat) has devolved into frenetic screaming for a liberator. Going so far as to promise such things as frozen duck, potential kindness, and no dox. Truly these are dark times.
We are treated after an interminable amount of time to the rain speckled window shot of Chantal hurpling her gunt back to us. She flings open the door huffing like she's just run a marathon, hucks her computer in the back, and is dying in the front seat momentarily. Remember, she just got that clean bill of health from the ER!
She has bought herself an iMac. The laptop just looked too small for our tiny fingered delicate Sex Worker Qween. She needs this for OF! She also bought herself a Snowball Microphone for her streams and podcasts (?). She does not care that she cannot travel with it as she will get a laptop too, in time!
She spent approximately $1800 after tax. It comes with a mouse, keyboard, and the built in webcam. She is happy with this and it is for her JOB! It is a tax write-off! She is hungry and we are going to Wendy's, no Mucho Burrito, no FOOOOODDDD. Then dispensary beeze if you please. She just isn't sure what she wants to eat but she knows she is positively starving.
NO SING!
Maybe Burger King? Does she want BK? Or maybe...maybe something more delectable. Anyway these are her nails and...she needs to put on the rear defroster because it's freezing rain. So she was going to go to Quebec city but she might just go on a day road trip. It's like four hour drive and she is going to rent a car and like us, and her VIB, we should; oh she forgot she was going to tell us she wants to get poutine at a special place in Quebec city. Have I captured the absolute lack of cohesive thought here?
She is going to eat now, and then later set up the iMac. She needs this iMac and microphone for her podcasts, she wants to do a kind of Sex with Sue show. We have all been invited to think up a name for her new show! The new iMac is teal. It matches her comforter and stuff in her room. We are really feeling green in the Chantalverse. Much like our no longer beloved ALR, Chantal wants to get into writing. She has been pining to let out her inner author. This new teal maybe pastel green computer is going to help her with that!
We have arrived at BK and we're having a number 12 with extra mayo, onion rings, two zesty sauce, coke with extra ice, and an order of mozzarella sticks! She is starving. She forgot she needed marinara for those cheese sticks as zesty sauce is only for onion rings:
Per Chantal while stuffing her face, the food sucks.
Chantal is good today because Nader didn't really talk about her. She is horrifyingly using her new claws to pick the tomatoes off her sandwich:
Even pictures cannot do justice to the horror of her eating this meal with her new nails. Abandon all hope ye who Beeze here.
We are talking about NaderD2 even though she is so over it and ignoring it. It's muttery and vague. This is not the chimpout we're looking for. After complaining about how the food sucks we've been advised her meal is like a Nashie without the Nashie sauce and she is stuffed. So full. Countdown to her next snack?
Finished eating we are going to Dispensary Beeze and go home, while occasionally prattling on about that cruise she is going on and burping violently, hiccupping, and giggling about it.
SO ABOUT NADER: Even if they talk about her she isn't going to talk about him and they're boring. I mean whole else can we even talk about? She feels bad blocking Roman but she freaked out! I mean what the hell even was that? She wasn't ready to...but nothing personal Roman she can't do this. No.
NO SING!
She is going on this cruise and it's being booked for her but it's in US prices! I mean fuck it's expensive! But...she NEEDS A BALCONY ROOM. So then she just needs to pay for her flight to Miami, Florida. So yeah. The cruise. It's happening. For real. ()
NO. SING.
Chantal wants to go get a new media kit.
SO ABOUT NADER: She is not going to go get her media kit BUT YOU COULD AT LEAST SAY THANK YOU FOR IT. Now she has to get herself one. Yeah. Fucking asshole disgusting piece of shit! It probably isn't even on sale anymore. It was on sale for $35! Anyway...whatever.
You sound petty Cheaptal.
She is trying to actually sing now, and it is the Nader song (you all know which one). She is literally TRYING to sound like she can sing. It is so bad.
Story time! One time she was hanging out with this friend who would take her everywhere!!! They were going to visit her friend's boyfriend - they were really close so she was surprised by this - but they were visiting her friend's boyfriend's mom and her friend goes to the bathroom and ALL OF A SUDDEN he says "I swear this bitch is cheating on me". And back then we had house phones, (they're landlines). So he picked up the phone and she must have been secretly on the phone upstairs and she was talking to another guy while she's in the bathroom while Chantal is waiting downstairs. SOOoOooOo Crazy. This is the same girl who pooped in the boyfriend's mom's litterbox.
Okay Chantal whatever you say, just stop singing.
The weather is horrible. She is talking about making French onion soup and interspersed she is singing the Nader song. Now she is singing Meatloaf. I am pretty sure this is a violation of a fundamental human right having to listen to her. So much singing. The driving is really exhausting her. It's just "Eugh". Chantal loves kissing and she just doesn't think she could be with a guy who doesn't kiss because she needs to make out for like, at least an hour, every day! It's her favorite!
The onion rings were not good and she didn't finish them. She isn't going to Pennington's today (that was on the table?). It seems she may have forgotten we were headed to the dispensary. We've made it to Orleans now, and she is thinking about getting some Jamaican Beef Patties. Maybe wings? She needs to buy herself another phone as well. Everything has turned into throat clearing for several minutes.
Oh thank goodness she has remembered we're headed to the dispensary.
She is not in a bad mood she is trying to stay stable and that is difficult for her right now. That is why she is saying nothing but the names of food places and randomly singing. Mucho Burrito has come up again but she needs to go to a very specific dispensary because there's a specific thing she wants but cannot remember the name of and they have it there. She will know it when she sees it.
She just wants to set up her computer and Mario Beeze but she really wants a PlayStation. She might get an Xbox though. She was playing Fallout! She misses her games! Gamertal! She really hopes her livestreams work with the computer because she would have bought it for nothing, but also she could use it to do stuff on the computer...she guesses. Her mood has entirely devolved into brooding. We're basically sitting in silence as she floors it through freezing rain and contemplates getting a pink drink.
Her mood is darkening along the drive. A bigger vehicle sprays her KIA and she makes a pithy comment. She is internally seething. SHE HITS EVERY RED LIGHT. She just wants to get there and get the fuck home! This has nothing to do with Nader.
We have finally made it to the dispensary. The VIB have to remind Chantal to lock the car when she goes in to the dispensary lest someone finally take her up on the free car or at minimum a free iMac. Chantal farts in the car and then leaves us, without even so much as a cracked window. Chantal returns far faster than her computer purchase but they're all out of Lemon Z. RIP Lemon Z.
NO SING.
We're going home now, singing and picking our nose with the new matte green jewel nails! Chantal is planning to take her pills at 6pm and 12am. This may be a very long lazy day. She is shocked that she didn't have a computer, which she totally didn't get because other Youtubers were shocked she runs her channel entirely on her phone. This is for OF! She needs it to stream and do her yet unnamed show.
The weather has finally started to let up a bit and we're back at the Luxury Villa. Chantal literally cannot figure out how to park and backs in and out three times. She will not be leaving the iMac in the car. Not at all. Pee is asleep which means she is going to have to bring it in herself if she's going to keep true to that New Years Resolution to follow her word!
One more nail shot. I just can't even!
We have been stuffed by these dainty sausages into the purse. She is dying. She actually carried the computer into the Villa. Everything is darkness, heavy breathing, and the rustling of whatever else is in this purse with us. Somewhere in the distance the cats can be heard. Then suddenly nothing. Blackness. The sound of the kitchen bathroom door. Are we on the counter? Please let us be on the counter!
)We immediately are put on hold after she shows us her nails. This bitch. Why did you even bother starting the stream if you needed to go pee? Honestly.
Chantal is feeling herself right now, she returns with her high pitched squeals and screeches hi to everyone at an octave that could shatter glass. She is being taunted for saying Swarovski wrong. I approve of this. She paid $85 and tipped $15 for a grand total $100 dollar shit show of a nail job.
We are treated to her advisement that her poop smells like when someone has a rotten tooth. This is something we all didn't need to know, but that's okay, she's feeling much better now. She is very happy with her nails and bragging on her crystals, which she still cannot pronounce properly. Someone intimates regarding raw chicken and Chantal clearly knows what they are talking about. I thought we were over Nader?
Our sweet gunt is starving, but she is going to get a laptop! Her phone is at 8% and we are being left in the car. If anyone forgot the last time we went to Best Buy she bought a television that wouldn't fit in the KIA, threw a tantrum, and then ordered one off Amazon that was stolen. She is literally going to put us on hold again so she can buy a laptop. But not Dell.
NO SING!
Chantal has left the vehicle, unlocked, in a public parking lot. We're staring at nothing. I am holding out hope that we get to watch someone steal the car on live (
) and have grown so bored I am fantasizing that one of the random passersby will liberate us from our boredom. BP Chat (being Best Chat) has devolved into frenetic screaming for a liberator. Going so far as to promise such things as frozen duck, potential kindness, and no dox. Truly these are dark times.We are treated after an interminable amount of time to the rain speckled window shot of Chantal hurpling her gunt back to us. She flings open the door huffing like she's just run a marathon, hucks her computer in the back, and is dying in the front seat momentarily. Remember, she just got that clean bill of health from the ER!
She has bought herself an iMac. The laptop just looked too small for our tiny fingered delicate Sex Worker Qween. She needs this for OF! She also bought herself a Snowball Microphone for her streams and podcasts (?). She does not care that she cannot travel with it as she will get a laptop too, in time!
She spent approximately $1800 after tax. It comes with a mouse, keyboard, and the built in webcam. She is happy with this and it is for her JOB! It is a tax write-off! She is hungry and we are going to Wendy's, no Mucho Burrito, no FOOOOODDDD. Then dispensary beeze if you please. She just isn't sure what she wants to eat but she knows she is positively starving.
NO SING!
Maybe Burger King? Does she want BK? Or maybe...maybe something more delectable. Anyway these are her nails and...she needs to put on the rear defroster because it's freezing rain. So she was going to go to Quebec city but she might just go on a day road trip. It's like four hour drive and she is going to rent a car and like us, and her VIB, we should; oh she forgot she was going to tell us she wants to get poutine at a special place in Quebec city. Have I captured the absolute lack of cohesive thought here?
She is going to eat now, and then later set up the iMac. She needs this iMac and microphone for her podcasts, she wants to do a kind of Sex with Sue show. We have all been invited to think up a name for her new show! The new iMac is teal. It matches her comforter and stuff in her room. We are really feeling green in the Chantalverse. Much like our no longer beloved ALR, Chantal wants to get into writing. She has been pining to let out her inner author. This new teal maybe pastel green computer is going to help her with that!
We have arrived at BK and we're having a number 12 with extra mayo, onion rings, two zesty sauce, coke with extra ice, and an order of mozzarella sticks! She is starving. She forgot she needed marinara for those cheese sticks as zesty sauce is only for onion rings:
Per Chantal while stuffing her face, the food sucks.
Chantal is good today because Nader didn't really talk about her. She is horrifyingly using her new claws to pick the tomatoes off her sandwich:
Even pictures cannot do justice to the horror of her eating this meal with her new nails. Abandon all hope ye who Beeze here.
We are talking about NaderD2 even though she is so over it and ignoring it. It's muttery and vague. This is not the chimpout we're looking for. After complaining about how the food sucks we've been advised her meal is like a Nashie without the Nashie sauce and she is stuffed. So full. Countdown to her next snack?
Finished eating we are going to Dispensary Beeze and go home, while occasionally prattling on about that cruise she is going on and burping violently, hiccupping, and giggling about it.
SO ABOUT NADER: Even if they talk about her she isn't going to talk about him and they're boring. I mean whole else can we even talk about? She feels bad blocking Roman but she freaked out! I mean what the hell even was that? She wasn't ready to...but nothing personal Roman she can't do this. No.
NO SING!
She is going on this cruise and it's being booked for her but it's in US prices! I mean fuck it's expensive! But...she NEEDS A BALCONY ROOM. So then she just needs to pay for her flight to Miami, Florida. So yeah. The cruise. It's happening. For real. (
) NO. SING.
Chantal wants to go get a new media kit.
SO ABOUT NADER: She is not going to go get her media kit BUT YOU COULD AT LEAST SAY THANK YOU FOR IT. Now she has to get herself one. Yeah. Fucking asshole disgusting piece of shit! It probably isn't even on sale anymore. It was on sale for $35! Anyway...whatever.
You sound petty Cheaptal.
She is trying to actually sing now, and it is the Nader song (you all know which one). She is literally TRYING to sound like she can sing. It is so bad.
Story time! One time she was hanging out with this friend who would take her everywhere!!! They were going to visit her friend's boyfriend - they were really close so she was surprised by this - but they were visiting her friend's boyfriend's mom and her friend goes to the bathroom and ALL OF A SUDDEN he says "I swear this bitch is cheating on me". And back then we had house phones, (they're landlines). So he picked up the phone and she must have been secretly on the phone upstairs and she was talking to another guy while she's in the bathroom while Chantal is waiting downstairs. SOOoOooOo Crazy. This is the same girl who pooped in the boyfriend's mom's litterbox.
Okay Chantal whatever you say, just stop singing.
The weather is horrible. She is talking about making French onion soup and interspersed she is singing the Nader song. Now she is singing Meatloaf. I am pretty sure this is a violation of a fundamental human right having to listen to her. So much singing. The driving is really exhausting her. It's just "Eugh". Chantal loves kissing and she just doesn't think she could be with a guy who doesn't kiss because she needs to make out for like, at least an hour, every day! It's her favorite!
The onion rings were not good and she didn't finish them. She isn't going to Pennington's today (that was on the table?). It seems she may have forgotten we were headed to the dispensary. We've made it to Orleans now, and she is thinking about getting some Jamaican Beef Patties. Maybe wings? She needs to buy herself another phone as well. Everything has turned into throat clearing for several minutes.
Oh thank goodness she has remembered we're headed to the dispensary.
She is not in a bad mood she is trying to stay stable and that is difficult for her right now. That is why she is saying nothing but the names of food places and randomly singing. Mucho Burrito has come up again but she needs to go to a very specific dispensary because there's a specific thing she wants but cannot remember the name of and they have it there. She will know it when she sees it.
She just wants to set up her computer and Mario Beeze but she really wants a PlayStation. She might get an Xbox though. She was playing Fallout! She misses her games! Gamertal! She really hopes her livestreams work with the computer because she would have bought it for nothing, but also she could use it to do stuff on the computer...she guesses. Her mood has entirely devolved into brooding. We're basically sitting in silence as she floors it through freezing rain and contemplates getting a pink drink.
Her mood is darkening along the drive. A bigger vehicle sprays her KIA and she makes a pithy comment. She is internally seething. SHE HITS EVERY RED LIGHT. She just wants to get there and get the fuck home! This has nothing to do with Nader.
We have finally made it to the dispensary. The VIB have to remind Chantal to lock the car when she goes in to the dispensary lest someone finally take her up on the free car or at minimum a free iMac. Chantal farts in the car and then leaves us, without even so much as a cracked window. Chantal returns far faster than her computer purchase but they're all out of Lemon Z. RIP Lemon Z.
NO SING.
We're going home now, singing and picking our nose with the new matte green jewel nails! Chantal is planning to take her pills at 6pm and 12am. This may be a very long lazy day. She is shocked that she didn't have a computer, which she totally didn't get because other Youtubers were shocked she runs her channel entirely on her phone. This is for OF! She needs it to stream and do her yet unnamed show.
The weather has finally started to let up a bit and we're back at the Luxury Villa. Chantal literally cannot figure out how to park and backs in and out three times. She will not be leaving the iMac in the car. Not at all. Pee is asleep which means she is going to have to bring it in herself if she's going to keep true to that New Years Resolution to follow her word!
One more nail shot. I just can't even!
We have been stuffed by these dainty sausages into the purse. She is dying. She actually carried the computer into the Villa. Everything is darkness, heavy breathing, and the rustling of whatever else is in this purse with us. Somewhere in the distance the cats can be heard. Then suddenly nothing. Blackness. The sound of the kitchen bathroom door. Are we on the counter? Please let us be on the counter!
That seemed a safe place to stop. We're at 1:57:00 if anyone is concerned.
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I honestly think she believes it is shrinking...but it only appears to be shrinking because it's actually getting lower as it gets bigger and saggier.
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Late but Dede's eating noises make Peetz look like a couth high society debutante when he tard slurps his slop.
I decided not to clip it for everyone's sake.
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He tried to convince Deedee that the chicken was pink because it was a big chicken and it takes longer for the blood to drain. Made no sense, but she didn't challenge him, of course.
Then she kept saying, "You gave me twice as much soup!"
I've been noticing for a while now that she gets nervous when she can't clean her plate. She is in a bad place.
Then she kept saying, "You gave me twice as much soup!"
I've been noticing for a while now that she gets nervous when she can't clean her plate. She is in a bad place.
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Well that’s a departure from “if I gotta suffer, so do you”.
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Karlee is probably scrubbing herself down hourly trying to get the gunt stank off.
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I'm sorry, I'm still struggling with the fact that Chantal has bacterial vaginosis on top of everything else going on with her. I mean, being filthy isn't necessarily how a woman gets BV- most of the time it's just a body chemistry issue or is caused by over-use of "hygiene" products, like douching, wearing scented panty liners, and on and on. I wonder how much her Gynofresh and assorted wipes added to it. Attempts to mitigate the odor often makes it worse and every woman I know who has had it was mortified and deeply embarrassed by it. So who can really say how it is Chantal came to have it. All I know is that before revealing she had BV I could easily see how Chantal's various other odors could cause paint to peel.
Imagine what that fucking apartment smells like. Chantal wanders around with no pants on, never washes her body, never washes her clothes, keeps her filthy clothes strewn all over the house, never washes her hands, never wipes, never changes or washes her sheets. Chantal with BV, constant diarrhea, non-stop farting and belching, rotting food in her room, filthy litterboxes, piles of trash never taken out...
I seriously think that during medieval plagues Chantal would have been driven from the town as frightened villagers burned everything she touched. How did she really think she could "hide" it from Roman? Was she just hoping that he'd dive in and be too polite to throw her out when her nether regions caused his hair to turn white? You can't hide BV unless your partner has lost his sense of smell completely. And even then the discharge will generally give the average person pause. It's like you think you've grasped how stupid and nasty this woman is and she busts out that she was going to try to hide one of the smelliest conditions known to man just in case some new Arab twink decided to take her for a ride.
Goddamn it, Chantal.
Imagine what that fucking apartment smells like. Chantal wanders around with no pants on, never washes her body, never washes her clothes, keeps her filthy clothes strewn all over the house, never washes her hands, never wipes, never changes or washes her sheets. Chantal with BV, constant diarrhea, non-stop farting and belching, rotting food in her room, filthy litterboxes, piles of trash never taken out...
I seriously think that during medieval plagues Chantal would have been driven from the town as frightened villagers burned everything she touched. How did she really think she could "hide" it from Roman? Was she just hoping that he'd dive in and be too polite to throw her out when her nether regions caused his hair to turn white? You can't hide BV unless your partner has lost his sense of smell completely. And even then the discharge will generally give the average person pause. It's like you think you've grasped how stupid and nasty this woman is and she busts out that she was going to try to hide one of the smelliest conditions known to man just in case some new Arab twink decided to take her for a ride.
Goddamn it, Chantal.
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Peetz hates his cheap arse laptop that doesn't do everything he wants, and he likes apple products. I expect they'll swap laptops pretty quickly.
That particular stream she was being asked by chat numerous times how Nader treats her if she doesn't clear her plate....there was a fair bit of joking between them over it, and at one point when Nader said that "at least I'll be eating all my soup" she commented "good, then you can finish mine afterwards as well". His portion sizes are huge, and she was telling him yesterday as he dished it up. Nobody should be eating the volume of food he's dishing up and I'm sure he realises it. He was disappointed in that meal himself, and knew the chicken was raw....I very much doubt Dee Dee was in any fear of not eating it.
That's what's called the "apron"...in her case it is divided vertically though due to her hysterectomy scar. Just imagine...hidden away under and behind that is her testicle shaped fupa.
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2-22-22: The day it was revealed that her fupas outnumber her chins.
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Looks like giant pussy lips. Her clit must be the size of a bowling pin.
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The hair. I just can't get over the (lack of) hair.
She pulls off her head cloth crap to reveal some decent brown hair growing where hair should grow and then some non-existent stubble forming at the top of her head where a balding man would typically feel the loss.
"See how it's all..." (giggling as she rubs her head), "Shhh," as she makes a shaver-like sound. "You can see where I shaved it--it's not growing in even! Oh my god! Oh my god!" (again giggling).
Good luck with the shaving excuse, Chins. Unless I totally missed something, WHY would you shave just the top of your head? And if you did, why did you leave the widow's peak hairs, which appear to be growing in quite uniformally to the rest of your "side" hair?
It is TRULY horrifying.
THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOU. GET HELP.
She pulls off her head cloth crap to reveal some decent brown hair growing where hair should grow and then some non-existent stubble forming at the top of her head where a balding man would typically feel the loss.
"See how it's all..." (giggling as she rubs her head), "Shhh," as she makes a shaver-like sound. "You can see where I shaved it--it's not growing in even! Oh my god! Oh my god!" (again giggling).
Good luck with the shaving excuse, Chins. Unless I totally missed something, WHY would you shave just the top of your head? And if you did, why did you leave the widow's peak hairs, which appear to be growing in quite uniformally to the rest of your "side" hair?
It is TRULY horrifying.
THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOU. GET HELP.
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Gonna be hilarious if her top never grows back and she's completely bald up there even worse than before she shaved it originally.
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REECAP of DINNER (2022/02/22):
Filet of Sole with Bordelaise, Mashed Potatoes, Vegetables, and Gross.
Chantal is on the computer she is trying to set up Stream Labs, and she may need help. She subscribed to Stream Labs and it sucks. Did you wisely bet that she is too stupid to use an iMac in the poll? No? I bet you're one of those dirty Beezers who took Chinny off as your vote in the death pool too!
She has been advised that what she really needs is Stream Yard and now is going to unsubscribe so that she can get the correct service. Thanks VIB you really want to see UHD Chinny OF! She is planning on potentially having guests, if she can get everything set up. Is this for our yet unnamed podcast? She is trying to figure this out while shoveling in mashed potatoes and contemplating if she is going to order dessert later.
This food, unlike BK, is perfectly fried and not greasy nor is it soggy. Thank goodness! Wouldn't want to upset that tummy and need to take another trip to the ER. She is distracted by a VIB and waxes poetic about the glory of a BLT.
Good luck Chinny. Can't wait to see you without all those filters.
Filet of Sole with Bordelaise, Mashed Potatoes, Vegetables, and Gross.
Chantal is on the computer she is trying to set up Stream Labs, and she may need help. She subscribed to Stream Labs and it sucks. Did you wisely bet that she is too stupid to use an iMac in the poll? No? I bet you're one of those dirty Beezers who took Chinny off as your vote in the death pool too!
She has been advised that what she really needs is Stream Yard and now is going to unsubscribe so that she can get the correct service. Thanks VIB you really want to see UHD Chinny OF! She is planning on potentially having guests, if she can get everything set up. Is this for our yet unnamed podcast? She is trying to figure this out while shoveling in mashed potatoes and contemplating if she is going to order dessert later.
This food, unlike BK, is perfectly fried and not greasy nor is it soggy. Thank goodness! Wouldn't want to upset that tummy and need to take another trip to the ER. She is distracted by a VIB and waxes poetic about the glory of a BLT.
Just a reminder to the VIB that you shouldn't care what people think about your body, she doesn't. A lump of mashed potatoes has escaped and tumbled down her front gunt. She decided she didn't want chicken parmesan for her "Second dinner". Sorry Nader looks like you need to make fish tonight to keep up with Chantal.
Oxo is still helping make sure our Medication Adherent Lady of Front Butt is properly hydrated. After a belch we're on our way to help Chantal set up Stream Yard. Fuck the VIB that told her because now we're on hold. Back with a cough and the nastiest of throat clears. She is setting up her new Broadcrap, and will be broadcasting under Testing Stream Yards. She is upset momentarily realizing she cannot do it members only. Frantic fat fingered clicking ensues.
Instead of $1,800 on that iMac and Snowball, she could have maybe got a better Internet connection - cause this looks like crap. She is trying to get Streamyards to broadcast to Youtube while she is already live on Youtube. Chantal literally turns the phone around to show us her monitor while violently clearing her throat. She is upset that when she tries to go live with it, the system is loading. It just clicked now that she is already live.
Chantal argues with her VIB in the same tone she uses for Pee while trying to eject whatever horrible mass of fat has gained sentience in her throat and is trying to birth itself into the world. I dub thee Phlegmtal.
"The mouse has no ball in it." How long has it been since you used a computer Chantal? Was it at that last job you had where they make you get there at 7:30 to the hospital but all the other secretaries get to show up at 8:30 or 9? She is just trying to stream from the Youtube website and not Streamyard itself! She will figure this out!
GUNT OUT. She is going to try to go live on her computer!
Oxo is still helping make sure our Medication Adherent Lady of Front Butt is properly hydrated. After a belch we're on our way to help Chantal set up Stream Yard. Fuck the VIB that told her because now we're on hold. Back with a cough and the nastiest of throat clears. She is setting up her new Broadcrap, and will be broadcasting under Testing Stream Yards. She is upset momentarily realizing she cannot do it members only. Frantic fat fingered clicking ensues.
Instead of $1,800 on that iMac and Snowball, she could have maybe got a better Internet connection - cause this looks like crap. She is trying to get Streamyards to broadcast to Youtube while she is already live on Youtube. Chantal literally turns the phone around to show us her monitor while violently clearing her throat. She is upset that when she tries to go live with it, the system is loading. It just clicked now that she is already live.
Chantal argues with her VIB in the same tone she uses for Pee while trying to eject whatever horrible mass of fat has gained sentience in her throat and is trying to birth itself into the world. I dub thee Phlegmtal.
"The mouse has no ball in it." How long has it been since you used a computer Chantal? Was it at that last job you had where they make you get there at 7:30 to the hospital but all the other secretaries get to show up at 8:30 or 9? She is just trying to stream from the Youtube website and not Streamyard itself! She will figure this out!
GUNT OUT. She is going to try to go live on her computer!
Good luck Chinny. Can't wait to see you without all those filters.
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I get the feeling the people who frequently see her getting her items believe she is on chemo with those wraps around her head, and they can't figure out why chemo isn't slimming her dainty frame. I want to believe she's telling people who ask what is wrong that she just shaved it, but knowing Miss Changedhermind, she probably tells them something more sinister.