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

I was just about to comment that the whole FFG cycle and talking about her plane ride home was boring as fuck but I laughed out loud at, "flew on a plane and only sat in one seat".

Thank you, Chantal. Please, please put this all together on Bandcamp and sell it. That is what is truly needed to end the trip to Kuwait.

Literal King Cobra levels of delusion and even he tries to make the "music" part of music. Though, "Acapella Love Songs from Kuwait" is giving me those 1970s album covers of one woman who looks like the woman from Kim & Kath and it's 10 themed songs, possibly about Jesus.

Which means to really round it off, I'm going to need a song about her newfound love of Allah which includes a single verse about Nader and DeeDee and how he smites them.
 
The sound of that hog eating that chicken thing is nauseating.

That hamster is being thrown to the feral cats the second Salad gets back from dumping her off at the airport.

Edit: I thought I could avoid the song but Just Saying is playing it. How can one thing be so horrible? I have questions. What is the harmonizing she's doing? Why is it "Stay Mad, Babies?" Are we the babies? That's usually a term of endearment in songs, does she know that? Does she know other people have travelled, she didn't invent it? And why put it over a shitty slideshow of her grub face and her cats?

If some evil gypsy cursed me and I woke up tomorrow as Chantal, I'd kill myself.
 
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I have a friend who wants to immigrate to the US from Canada. He has an American immigration lawyer who charges $600/hr. And one 5 minute phone call is considered one hour. Now granted that's American and not Canadian but I can't imagine the price is all that different. She's not hiring no lawyer.
That’s what’s referred to as “highway robbery” but the yanks are known for that in certain circles. I doubt it’s common practice elsewhere. Here in Australia lawyers charge their billable hours in 6 minute increments, so in your example 5 minutes would cost you $60. Guaranteed if you call them they’ll keep you on the line for 6.15. Letters are the same. If they write a letter to you or on your behalf, you’ll be charged in 6 minute increments. Immigration costs are pretty damned high in fees alone, let alone lawyer costs.
 
Also, with her stupidly pointing out using legal "loopholes" to bypass the legislature and manage to get married, I'm surprised one (or many) of her haters would not have legitimately alerted the authorities of this.
I think because the "marriage" was a necessity for her to be able to hang out with Salah and stay in his apartment. They can show a little certificate where an imam blessed them or whatever if the police ask. That certificate isn't legal in the sense that it's no help toward getting a resident visa, but the "marriage" probably isn't against the law either. Just guessing.
 
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You cannot convince me that song is not satire

You know what convinces me it isn't satire? Aside from the fact that she is intellectually ill-equipped to understand satire, let alone create it, she put an awful lot of work into this...er, song.

Notice how she overdubbed some contrapuntal "ooohs" and "ahhhs" over the main melodic line (for lack of a better word) in two different places. It's true that these overdubs are out of tune, dissonant, mixed too loud, and clash with the melody. However, the fact that they exist shows that she was actually trying to make this good.

She has always believed she is a gifted singer. She recorded and uploaded at least two dozen karaoke-style songs, she does karaoke in her livestreams for hours, she sings in her car constantly, she wants to audition for Canada's Got Talent, and she creates shit like this. No, she isn't satirical; she is serious. She really is this crazy.
 
That’s what’s referred to as “highway robbery” but the yanks are known for that in certain circles. I doubt it’s common practice elsewhere. Here in Australia lawyers charge their billable hours in 6 minute increments, so in your example 5 minutes would cost you $60. Guaranteed if you call them they’ll keep you on the line for 6.15. Letters are the same. If they write a letter to you or on your behalf, you’ll be charged in 6 minute increments. Immigration costs are pretty damned high in fees alone, let alone lawyer costs.

Billing in six-minute increments is typical of U.S. law firms as well. Now, there may be time pre-call prep, or post-call work that gets tacked on, but if there isn’t and a client is getting billed a full hour for 5 minutes of work, then they are being taken for a ride.
 
You cannot convince me that song is not satire
If this were anyone else on earth I would agree. Chantal's brain just doesn't work. She so sincerely sees herself as a beautiful influencer with a gorgeous husband ,who will travel the globe gaining fame and acclaim in every location she graces. She doesn't exist beyond her immediate whims, so she couldn't plan a song to satirize her own life, because she doesn't conceptualize her own life the way the rest of us do.

She's a goldfish, not just in the sense that she can't remember and incorporate her past into a coherent understanding of her present, but she also can't meaningfully plan for the future beyond "I want a fastfood chicken sandwich and fame."

This song is the same as an impulsive purchase, a hasty trip across the border, or a fake husband beeze. It popped into her head one second and out her fat mouth the next. Whichever farmer compared her to a fish slipping and slopping through life chaotically (and very meanly) was exactly on the money.

The only consistent part of her existence is being a mean bitch who hurts everyone around her. Everything else is ephemeral.
 
I have a friend who wants to immigrate to the US from Canada. He has an American immigration lawyer who charges $600/hr. And one 5 minute phone call is considered one hour. Now granted that's American and not Canadian but I can't imagine the price is all that different. She's not hiring no lawyer.
A quick google search shows that the lawyer fees for spousal sponsorship is anywhere between $7,000 to $7,500 with an additional government fee of $1,080. I am not sure how she will manage that.
 
Does she even listen back after she records these things? How could she not hear how terrible it is?

All her "songs" sound the same; recorded in a bathroom, most likely on the toilet, groaning sing song without much actual singing
Do you not remember her special bathroom acoustic microphone? She obviously brought it with her lol.

Chantal thinks that she's a good singer and has any resemblance of pitch or tone. But she also knows that she isn't, even with a beach bathroom sounding microphone. She's expecting us all to be shook and amazed (her version of shock and awe) at her sick fuckin lyrics eh?!
 
"I sat in only 1 seat"
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Stop, I posted these screenshots back in november from her first Kuwait video that shows she's using the trays next to her on both of her flights. Was the person next to her kind enough to let her use their tray both times or is she a fat ass with 2 seats and used the tray next to her as she can't put the tray down because of her gut.
 
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Dear fucking god:


ETA: This is her love song to Salah, and it's all about how the haters are so wrong.

"he's tall and athletic, I'm round and pathetic" is my favorite line, good job being accurate for once.
90 percent of her "love song" isn't about Salad, it's just about dunking on the haters and telling them to "stay mad." The... "beat?" "melody?" neither of those are the right word, makes me envy the deaf.

This song is the 2023 version of that amazing CP when she told everyone she was hanging onto their mean comments so she could throw them in their faces when she inevitably became slim and B E A Yutiful. Someone save this for posterity, because it is going to blow up like all the planes in her disaster porn she's been watching.

I take back what I said about the last tard jingle being the Russel Greeriest thing ever. Like...she took a listen at Russel's Soundcloud and said "Hold my Nashie."

The layers of ambient, off-key, tone deaf "back up" "singing"are truly Chef's kiss and give singers like Mrs. Miller a run for her money. Truly...this will go down in the annals of music trailblazing right along with My Pal Foot Foot.
 
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