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

She is still employed there. She works from home and most of it is through the computer.
Do you know if it's true that she got "a slap on the wrist" for her online shenanigans? Would you know if the company is receiving ongoing complaints about her behavior? Did she act pretty normal before you guys went remote? Any office gossip? (You're awesome, btw. I bet it drives her crazy that you're here. Thank you for posting here.)
 
I knew DeeDee was off when she did that April Fool's scam about Nader in jail. And then her declaring Nader should take all of FB's money. And took him to see her seemingly ill mother and livestream it. Hell, the fact alone she's hanging out with Count Chocula says enough. She had most people fooled because FB's level of insanity compared to hers is so extreme and childish that most typical scammers, grifters and fat desperate women appear normal. Nader's supply of drugs must be really good.
There were some of us that were never fooled by Dee Dee. That very first trip to Gatineau was telling. The night of the famed CPAP rescue was enough for me to see her true colours. A "friend of ten years" would have calmed that storm right down with Nader. Instructed him to pack Gunt's stuff up and leave it on the porch just before she arrived. Instead Dee Dee did nothing except lie to the police for him, and in all likelihood laugh as he cut her CPAP tubing
DeeDee is as creepy desperate as they come…the minute she got a several hundred dollar Uber to sit in a dive in Gatineau for weeks on end (half of which was her vacation) to be with the toothless “famous” (his words not mine” YouTube star chef…she was in it for the long haul.

Now she’s swearing and strutting like some badly plucked chicken around with her “man”.
Exactly...she's number 1 sub and the hugbox harem better not forget it. Now they're also aware that if they do show up to visit him they WILL be expected to engage in not just rough sex with him, but also sex with Dee Dee.
I bet this messes with his head long term though. He's always telling people to call him. Wants his Mods to video chat. Everytime he does it now... he's going to have to wonder if it's being recorded.
No need to wonder at all...he has made it clear that he records every conversation himself. The recorded conversation between Dee Dee and Jennifer happened when he wasn't there and Dee Dee was angry. It ended the second Nader called Dee Dee himself.
 
According to other viewers (I don't watch Daddy Naddy) DD said she only has one tattoo: "stars on the back on her neck, like Rhianna"
This was noticed on her arm last night:
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Arabic for "I love you" ? Not sure if it's marker or a tat, but DD was showing it off-

Also forgot to post this and point out HER BACKFAT IS SWALLOWING HER BRA STRAP, the fat is migrating:
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It never ceases to amaze me how uncomfortable and in pain at all times she must be. Seriously.
She is still employed there. She works from home and most of it is through the computer.
Hard to believe that she can be efficient at her job while being up all night drinking. She must be a great functioning alcoholic. Most job would not be associated with anyone who could bring shame to their company name. Perhaps that company has no code of conduct and don’t give a crap what their employees do while in the clock.
Regardless DD has made her purple bed and she can sleep in the wet spot now alongside her Dom.
 
Ugh, watch DeeDee's new tattoo be Nader's signature or something equally as gross.

Why do these two women keep skin walking each other? DeeDee wanted Chantal's man, Chantal bought a DeeDee costume complete with eye mask, DeeDee gets a tattoo on her forearm (if it turns out to be some variation of her Zodiac sign I swear to god), Chantal magically starts drinking wine and on and on.

We get one life (that we are conscious of, all apologies to reincarnationists). It's bad enough these two women have decided to go through the seasons of life with massive bodies that hinder them and in Chantal's case has destroyed her health and all quality of life. Now they decide to spend time engaging in this sort of frightening and loathsome theater, wasting precious hours of their remaining life agitating, raging, scheming, drama-mongering and redefining humiliation for Nader. Nader is the human embodiment of halitosis and ruptured hemorrhoids. The only activity he should inspire is the desperate need to get him out of your house.

I mean, we all waste time in less than stellar ways. Our presence on this site is proof that not every waking hour is spent in joyous pursuit of new experience in the company of those we love. Sometimes you just gotta eat cold pizza, sloth about on the couch and bicker with your beloved over who left the remote in the kitchen. But to spend your entire life in pursuit of a Nader? To be so bored in life that you led a Nader in, let him smoke all over your small but otherwise nice condo, let him keep you up all night, let him destroy your face and hair, be coerced into licking the cunt of a Chantal to make him happy, be persuaded to part with large sums of cash, to destroy your reputation at work... If you substituted "a large roach with a cigarette taped to its back" for Nader it would make no more or less sense.
 
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Ugh, watch DeeDee's new tattoo be Nader's signature or something equally as gross.

Why do these two women keep skin walking each other? DeeDee wanted Chantal's man, Chantal bought a DeeDee costume complete with eye mask, DeeDee gets a tattoo on her forearm (if it turns out to be some variation of her Zodiac sign I swear to god), Chantal magically starts drinking wine and on and on.

We get one life (that we are conscious of, all apologies to reincarnationists). It's bad enough these two women have decided to go through the seasons of life with massive bodies that hinder them and in Chantal's case has destroyed her health and all quality of life. Now they decide to spend time engaging in this sort of frightening and loathsome theater, wasting precious hours of their remaining life agitating, raging, scheming, drama-mongering and redefining humiliation for Nader. Nader is the human embodiment of halitosis and ruptured hemorrhoids. The only activity he should inspire is the desperate need to get him out of your house.

I mean, we all waste time in less than stellar ways. Our presence on this site is proof that not every waking hour is spent in joyous pursuit of new experience in the company of those we love. Sometimes you just gotta eat cold pizza, sloth about on the couch and bicker with your beloved over who left the remote in the kitchen. But to spend your entire life in pursuit of a Nader? To be so bored in life that you led a Nader in, let him smoke all over your small but otherwise nice condo, let him keep you up all night, let him destroy your face and hair, be coerced into licking the cunt of a Chantal to make him happy, be persuaded to part with large sums of cash, to destroy your reputation at work... If you substituted "a large roach with a cigarette taped to its back" for Nader it would make no more or less sense.

Hell of it is, if either of them stopped and thought about actually (I know--Rainbows AHOY!) taking care of THEMSELVES instead of Nylaratoothep, the Crackhead Chaos, both can look forward, in time, to a lot better prospects.

If Chantal would just STAHP with the cringetastic middle-school stalker nobody likes or wants sitting at their table during lunch, she could (again--Rainbows AHOY!) have:

* Started exercising and eating right which would lead to weight loss
* Eventual skin removal
* Spent money on Hair Club for Men instead of childish tattoos and drogas
* Spent money on real therapy and worked on DBT skills
* Eventually REALLY get another man--or Piss might find her attractive again
* But only if she says "Hi!" to some guy named "Gene" every day using HOT WATER and SOAP

None of this is gonna happen, I know.
 
"Leave a comment below" keeps comments turned off.

Also what the fuck is a "Baby elephant with allergies"? I never heard her talk about that before, I am guessing she means a dick thats cumming, or maybe referencing her STD ridden cunt? Or maybe she means just herself looking like that?

The fucking fact that "baby elephant with allergies" can apply to her life in multiple ways alone, is crazy.
 
According to other viewers (I don't watch Daddy Naddy) DD said she only has one tattoo: "stars on the back on her neck, like Rhianna"
This was noticed on her arm last night:
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Arabic for "I love you" ? Not sure if it's marker or a tat, but DD was showing it off-

Also forgot to post this and point out HER BACKFAT IS SWALLOWING HER BRA STRAP, the fat is migrating:
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It never ceases to amaze me how uncomfortable and in pain at all times she must be. Seriously.
DD has a tattoo above her left breast, I’m pretty sure. A couple weeks ago, whenever she started appearing more, she was wearing a low cut top and you can see she has something there. It’s that ugly pink and teal basic bitch colour tattoo but I couldn’t tell what it is. So I don’t think DD said she had one tattoo, she just said she had a tattoo that was like Rihanna’s.
Ugh, watch DeeDee's new tattoo be Nader's signature or something equally as gross.

Why do these two women keep skin walking each other? DeeDee wanted Chantal's man, Chantal bought a DeeDee costume complete with eye mask, DeeDee gets a tattoo on her forearm (if it turns out to be some variation of her Zodiac sign I swear to god), Chantal magically starts drinking wine and on and on.

We get one life (that we are conscious of, all apologies to reincarnationists). It's bad enough these two women have decided to go through the seasons of life with massive bodies that hinder them and in Chantal's case has destroyed her health and all quality of life. Now they decide to spend time engaging in this sort of frightening and loathsome theater, wasting precious hours of their remaining life agitating, raging, scheming, drama-mongering and redefining humiliation for Nader. Nader is the human embodiment of halitosis and ruptured hemorrhoids. The only activity he should inspire is the desperate need to get him out of your house.

I mean, we all waste time in less than stellar ways. Our presence on this site is proof that not every waking hour is spent in joyous pursuit of new experience in the company of those we love. Sometimes you just gotta eat cold pizza, sloth about on the couch and bicker with your beloved over who left the remote in the kitchen. But to spend your entire life in pursuit of a Nader? To be so bored in life that you led a Nader in, let him smoke all over your small but otherwise nice condo, let him keep you up all night, let him destroy your face and hair, be coerced into licking the cunt of a Chantal to make him happy, be persuaded to part with large sums of cash, to destroy your reputation at work... If you substituted "a large roach with a cigarette taped to its back" for Nader it would make no more or less sense.
I dont think DD went down on Chantal.
 
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