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

Give me all the tophats, but fuck Chantal and anybody who supports that waste of oxygen. Look at those mats on Sam's stomach. That worthless POS in her "Fuck Me, Salad!" hee-jab can't even be bothered to comb him. Those mats have to be uncomfortable as hell. Nothing pisses me off more than animal abuse and neglect. I don't know why all these degenerates feel the need to subject poor innocent animals to their fuckery, but they all do. Dammit, I hate being MATI but here we are.
 
I still don't think she is mentally ill. She is just old fashioned stupid and an asshole
I agree in a sense that she does not have an organic mental illness. She had a raging personality disorder which is most entirely behavioral and caused by your upbringing. She should get no sympathy because you CAN change your behavior without needing medication.
 
Caught Yaba's Monday stream and I can't help but recall the early days of my romance with Mr DP3D, wherein I would spend hours upon hours raging at people about their misconceptions regarding my relationship. I mean who hasn't looked back to the days right after meeting the love of our lives and smiled fondly at all the times we told those around us to fuck off, to mind their own business, while refusing to address our special man's recently used Tinder account. In the heady throes of the early days of love, haven't we all age shamed those with concerns about our whirlwind affairs?

Yep, she's happy and in love. She's showing all the signs.
 
No stupid like old-fashioned stupid! I kind of agree with you on this. If you knocked on her skull, the echoes would resound like the Grand Canyon. And she just looks like an imbecile: that infuriating, gummy rat face, those shark eyes, that baked-potato nose, that cashew-lookin' profile, that abomination of a body...a retard all the way.
I cannot find it in the archives., if someone has it offhand, please link it. There is a live stream of chantal raging against Nader in the car and she goes "Get it through your broccoli brain" and she knocks on her head and it DOES echo. its hilarious.
 
A few things over the last few pages.

On the tinder locations. It's not required for both parties to set their location. If I purchase Tinder Ultra Double Plus, I could set my location to Canada and match with people there. It doesn't require the other party to have Tinder Diamond or whatever. Salad is Tinder global to seek out marks.

I do wonder what the nature of the scam is. My gut tell me is how to something with getting love money out of the marks, then using that in some kind of property scheme. The timing with Salad coming in the picture and this mysterious mansion thing happening is way to coincidental to not be related, in my humble opinion.

Chantal is incapable of hiding her true nature, no matter how many filters she uses and no matter how many hijabs she wears. She is spiteful, despises other women, and lacks any ability to utilize introspection to improve herself.

Finally, it's not illegal to post a public dating profile on a website you absolute retard. The whole point is anyone on the app can see it, even deathfat Islamic broads like yourself. :lit:
 
Caught Yaba's Monday stream and I can't help but recall the early days of my romance with Mr DP3D, wherein I would spend hours upon hours raging at people about their misconceptions regarding my relationship. I mean who hasn't looked back to the days right after meeting the love of our lives and smiled fondly at all the times we told those around us to fuck off, to mind their own business, while refusing to address our special man's recently used Tinder account. In the heady throes of the early days of love, haven't we all age shamed those with concerns about our whirlwind affairs?

Yep, she's happy and in love. She's showing all the signs.
Screeching invective at your Internet critics while newly in love has been a classic theme in poetry for millennia, from the Greeks to the Romantics to the Beats. Our boy Lord B wrote the most famous love poem of all time.

She walks in anger like the night
Of bilious climes and stewing skies
And all that's best of rage and spite
Meet in her aspect and in her eyes
 
From Mo translates CP
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Imagine converting to a religion, where you wear a covering on your head to show your “true love of 10 days” (that you found on Tinder )that he is the only one deserving of seeing your hair. Except you’re bald as fuck… and your hair is a ratty, synthetic party city wig, which reeks of cat piss and paneer and can be found in your drawer next to some old takeout containers, and a dirty sock that your ex boyfriend Nader let you wear home from the zoo because you had a blister.

Stay mad bitches.
 
I've just been through that short a few times. She's addressing the 'rumors' & doing a shit job.

The first rumor that Saleh was currently dating because he had a Tinder:.

She answers by saying his Tinder was deleted & the screen shotted message & match date were photoshopped. I have no doubt that NOW his Tinder is gone but they've been lovey-dovey for almost 2 weeks & it's just been deleted now?

Next, she tries to convince us that: None of the following are true... only 2 are worth addressing. She says she's not being scammed. She has no way of knowing that & she comes across as flailing. The last one - your past actions DO define you as a person. only the mentally ill & damaged continually live in the present.

The reaction channels are vultures? If they are... ahh - she provides such a RICH bounty of fresh carrion, renewable every time she opens her mouth or types something.

Pulpy ALWAYS looks like that. Aging is involuntary, constantly scarfing down obscene amounts of food is not. And if you want to come off as superior Chantal, learn how to spell 'capishe' or the acceptable alternative spelling - 'capiche'.

She sneers that compared to Ann "I look like I am among the living"... no, Ann leads a LIFE, does things. With people. Different things. She has more animation in her 'frail, decrepit, dried out & dusty OLD body' than you do in your crusted over grease filled world. And claiming you weigh 330 lbs. No, not more than a few weeks ago, you weighed in at 400+ - exact number escapes me but you haven't been living on love vapor since then.


Love her motto: "Stay mad, losers!"

So here's what we have to stay mad about...

We're lightweights, literally, compared to her. We long to be Korpulent Kweens but don't have the guts or the literal intestinal fortitude to do so.

We're too shy to burp, fart, shart, pick our nose & eat it, admit to pissing & shitting ourselves, admit we don't wipe, hide our continual vaginal infections & UTIs. If only we felt as free, FREE to admit these things as does she.

We don't have a hawt man we've never met who we're so in love with, we're talking moving, marriage & have changed our entire persona for.

Even if we had a hawt man, is he willing to do EVERYTHING for us, provide for us, drive for us, accompany us everywhere, 'help' us with investments, help us dress in a modest, decorous way?

Is he so special he enables us to shut down almost ALL contacts with other people, including peoples' ability to communicate with us, thus allowing us to think only of unicorns that shit Skittles & fart rainbows?

Do we all live in a bright, airy, nicely furnished house at an unbelievably low rent that we didn't even have to see in person & where all our rent is going towards a future down payment, meaning we're living free for an unknown amount of time?

Damn, we should be mad. We just suck, completely unable to do anything like that. Instead, we have to live our sorry lives with meaningful work that doesn't mean we have to debase ourselves. We have to settle for long standing relationships with a rich history, a common memory bank worth more than our weight in gold. We're stuck with nasty families who insist on loving us, who care for us, who happily include us in their activities. We have to show up to volunteer events, participate in our communities & spend time on hobbies & pursuits.

Sigh... we have a choice, fellow farmers:

Stay mad or

laugh our bloody heads off.

I'll take laugh for nothing, Alex.
 
That’s not a Nigerian accent. But certainly a catfish.

Social catfish found a playbook they use, with answers to common questions and scripts and even poems. Some are worded strangely so if the mark googles it they’ll find it on scam sites. (They rarely get suspicious for some reason.) but this playbook is used often.

This should be interesting. Please stay up Kiwi Farms!🙏🏼

Chantel has a low IQ but not a non-functioning one. She is, however, mentally ill. I would not be surprised to find that she has some sort of psychosis, mild schizophrenia, something like that that I probably don’t know about. Her seeing things, weird tics, constant singing, saying hi everytime she sees her reflection-these are actions of a person who has something going on inside that we can’t see. Plus has personality disorders, and is a heavy drug user. She’s incapable of thinking so her entire life is twisted to make it be what she wants. As viewers, we focus on the obvious personality disorders but since the beginning I thought she might have something more serious happening. But as noted, she’ll never stay in treatment long enough and whatever it is, she probably thinks it’s normal.

I hope this dude follows a catfish script and stays put, rather than being another Nader.

That script is so butt-clenchingly cringe I can't believe anyone with more than a sub-Arctic IQ would believe anything. I mean, really, a fucking fetus could figure out this was bullshit.

Does this scammer have a daughter? Or a son? It changes in virtually every response. When I read that he was born in New York and is "fluent in English", I howled.

Unbelievable that this could possibly work on anyone, much less an internet-connected adult.
 
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