100% this. They're both degenerate, desperate, outcast losers who think they're manipulating the situation so that it benefits themself the most. Which, if you pause for a second and zoom out, you can see that neither one of them are getting what they truly want or need out of the situation so now there's plenty of time and space for resentment and bullshit to bloom like some toxic desert flower. I think ol' Sally might have slightly misrepresented himself and his current standing in society and life. I think he looks at Chantal and sees cash and the promise of Canada. But he also wants to boss Chins around and flex all that sexy ME misogyny because, like Nads, he's a real man. Porky's audience may be clinically retarded but they can seemingly spot a sexist scammer when they see one. If Salad's hoping to ride his greasy, sand-caked sharmuta out of the 18th century and into the snow-covered land of frozen milk and honey that is Leafland, he's going about it all wrong. If this weird-faced dude has any self-preservation at all and/or a half of a brain, he'll draw in his horns. He should be openly kissing her ass and "Yes, dear!"-ing her. He should be friendly and engaging and charming the VIBs. He should be encouraging her foul ass behaviour and outrageous bullshit. THIS IS WHAT PAYS THE BILLS, SAL! Do you want fancy Tommy Hilfiger sweatshirts from Winners or not?!
As for Chinny, all she's ever wanted is the legitimacy of having a man--any man. This way she owns the haydurs by proving that she's a fat bawse bitch that can bag any (brown) dick she wants. She also wants the pubescent version of what "love" is--when it's all butterflies in your tummy and you find yourself writing your first name with his last name all over your Trapper Keeper. Like, I really truly believe she thinks their "couple's channel" is going to draw a crowd. AND!!! If they're jellis haydurs it's all the better. Chantal wants to be seen a certain way; as successful, glamourous, adored, intelligent, in a functional relationship, etc. But she's none of these things. And whatever bullshit brainwashing she swallowed from Salad prior to flying there... and then... to be confronted by the filthy squat with no access to her junk food and weed and!!! the endless dragging of her fat carcass through the unrelenting heat... well, I'm surprised she hasn't blown a goddamned gasket yet. Chantal can only smile unconvincingly and be almost-polite for so long before she wigs the fuck OUT and we get a Cuba Beeze-tier drunken meltdown full of what amounts to the actual truth of the situation because this dumbass always-always-always tells on herself eventually. I'm surprised they've both been able to tolerate each other this long when it's so obvious that neither one of them are going to get what they want out of the other. Chantal's channel is tanking and Salad's got bupkis. This is fun!
️ the dox is mega solid.
, totally unnatural. 
