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She’s manic as all hell, yet also very spacey, and gasping for air while sitting down.
….stay mad babies?
….stay mad babies?
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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Correct me if I misheard, but I think I just heard a Canadian ask what the Stanley Cup is.
https://www.youtube.com/live/Tg8012iiwDU?feature=share 18:03
Also she doesn’t have a sweet tooth, you goise…
(The Internet begs to differ).
This Live was painful. A plethora of reverse-sniffing, rat-facing, coughing, throat clearing, eye-wipes, constant yanking on her HEE-job, gesticulating with an empty water bottle, and non-stop discussing being sick. Oh, and Salah joined the Live to exhibit his lip-hair-sucking prowess.
BITCH, YOU HAVE MULTIPLE AC UNITS.
YOU DO NOT HAVE CENTRAL AIR.
https://www.youtube.com/live/Tg8012iiwDU?feature=share 18:03
Also she doesn’t have a sweet tooth, you goise…
(The Internet begs to differ).
This Live was painful. A plethora of reverse-sniffing, rat-facing, coughing, throat clearing, eye-wipes, constant yanking on her HEE-job, gesticulating with an empty water bottle, and non-stop discussing being sick. Oh, and Salah joined the Live to exhibit his lip-hair-sucking prowess.
BITCH, YOU HAVE MULTIPLE AC UNITS.
YOU DO NOT HAVE CENTRAL AIR.
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Being locked in that dark, tiny apartcasket sweating to death alone while your "husband" gets railed up the ass with the only key to the outdoors couldnt happen to a better gunt!
BET THE WALLS ARE CLOSING IN IN THAT HOT BOX IN CAMELSTAN!
BET THE WALLS ARE CLOSING IN IN THAT HOT BOX IN CAMELSTAN!
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I’m convinced her cat voice was her imitation of Cartman talking to his cat.
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Running a humidifier in a badly ventilated space is going to add mold to the equation.
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Superchats for Hiiii, streamed March 10, 2023:
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Excuse me, but what did Sesame Street's greatest and most adorable resident ever do to you?
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Hello Darkness my old friend. . . 
I've come to talk with you again. . . 
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REECAP of Hiiii (2023/03/10):
A Bite in the Night
Alright, time to just slide on the protective Islamophobia guard and get this stream started! "C'mere howwwyyyyy you Beezer!"
"Whhaayyyy yaaa wannnnnn hooowwwwwwwyyyyyyy?" We are in full baby voice, this will surely draw in a crowd. Livestreams have been a little down lately. All these VIBidiots love a good rat!
Harry shuddered, the walls were too close, everything was too tight. The ceiling was caving in! The Beast had returned in full force. The light was too bright and shone through the meagre scraps of bedding left at the bottom of the cage. Furiously his tiny paws worked to burrow downward, somewhere, anywhere far far away from it: Gunrar.
"C'mere"
He had never been the religious sort, it all seemed too much. Now though, Harry prayed.
Oh merciful Gunrar, let it be quick.
"Look at his bum!"
Even his death would be bereft of dignity. What grievous sin had he committed? Harry searched the memories of his short life for an answer to this, the ultimate question. What atrocity had he unwittingly set into motion that this was to be his lot?
No! There was no time for such thoughts, he must try, he must escape this Hell and find atonement. Harry made a dash toward the door across the massive form of the Beast, the key wasn't in the lock but he had felt the draft, heard the sounds of children playing. Oh how he wished he had a child, a true child. Not this bulbous demon that shrieked at him throughout all hours. He could make it! He could squeeze under the door and obtain his freedom.
"That's enough excitement for you!"
Harry gathered himself, Gunrar was squeezing him in corpulent digits. He thrust himself forward at the blinking light and stared at his own reflection in horror. Forced to watch a ten second delay of his own agony.
"Help me!" It was all he could do, to beg, before being thrust back into his prison once more. "Get your toe in there!" Harry winced through the pain, and meekly, he complied. Gunrar often humiliated him in front of the little box in the evenings, he would get another chance. God helped those who helped themselves.
Oh my gosh! Where did all these mortals come from!? SCP-400# is feeling so much better. There's so many supplicants to greet!
NO SING!!!!
The VIB are pouring in, they're so happy to see that the Great Northern Fupallo is well and has recovered from the very edge of certain doom! Everything is going so well on this stream! "Whenever I wake up my throat was like starting to get more sore so I feel like sick like when I wake up everything is settled in my chest so when I'm awake for a little while and I have my treatment and every time I have the nebulizer treatment it helps but whenever I first wake up..." BREATHE.
The guy at the clinic didn't give a fuck about the camels! "The doctor kind of like, the doctor kind of like abrupt!" He made it seem like it was just a silly thing. "MERS is like a variant of COVID" that's why the doctor gave her a COVID-19 test!
SCP-400# despised questions of the medical variety, everyone was always so spergy. It made a video! Sheesh! Perhaps the rat would work a second time.
"Come here big boy!"
Harry resisted the urge to close his eyes. If this was how he would meet his end, it would at least be with his eyes open. Still he thought...
"Not like this."
Suddenly he was yanked backward toward the pursed lips of Gunrar. That cavernous maw that he had watched devour countless helpings of food. Perhaps...another chance? If nothing else it would be an ending to this ceaseless torment.
"Ow!!!" His teeth landed home, they were not strong enough to puncture the gelatinous hide of Gunrar but he was at least returned to his jail cell once more.
The VIBidiots want to know why in the non-WeSTERn world Chantal doesn't have a key. "Yeah definitely we can get a spare key. He he he do we have a spare key? I think we have one." ORLY?
It's so hard to keep track of things when you're locked in a shitbox all day. "I probably shouldn't have said that." Tee hee! Who would have imagined that people theorize about the things that Chantal says! So strange! As if there might be a THREAD. "It's not actually often that he leaves the house without me." X. "He can just leave me the house key next time."
"There's nothing dark about it, ya know?"
Chantal not only took glamour shots of the Halal Sacrifice Chikum she tried to make kebab with mint, cilantro, onion, cumin, lemon, and mutton and then fried it in corn oil with rice and tomato and butter with chicken stock and cumin. Then she made some mint and garlic yoghurt dip with honey. Salah loves it. "He liked it" X. "Cause I wasn't sure how it would taste."
A VIB brings up the Nashie. "Is it Nashie season? May! Nashie season!"
It's okay that it isn't Nashie season though, Chantal absolutely knows how to modify BK sandwiches to essentially make something close in approximation. She loves Middle Eastern food, Kuwaiti especially. Delicious. X.
All this talk of food has got Chantal thirsty.
"Harry's back in his hut. I have to take him out a few times a day. At least. For kisses"
X.
cOUgh HACklE CouGH
So sick!
Harry had made it to the bottom of the cage, he had been working at the cheap plastic for weeks. Slowly he had scraped away layer upon layer. Soon he would reach the table. When the Eyebrow Gollum moved him to feed Gunrar on the ceremonial plastic tarp he would make his escape. The drop to the floor wasn't that far. He could make it.
"Hold on let me get hooowwwwyyy some more bedding."
A torrential downpour of shavings obscured his working area. No matter.
"I posted a picture of the chicken I made. It was so good."
X.
Chantal has really been loving cooking! Salah is so spoiled. He had been using the air fryer and eating out every day! He loves seeing her in the kitchen! She loves being in the kitchen.
"Alright I'm just going to put the water on I'll be right back guys, kay?"
Shades of abandonment in the Villa.
"You guys hate my blue couch? It's awesome!" X.
Chantal is NOT paying attention to the drama, she is NOT reading anything and certainly is NOT watching any reactors. Her life is so much better without drama. The VIB are fine with this, it feels a bit more intimate tonight. People are talking about trivia games that she can play with Salah! They can play the Newlywed Game together to show how much they care about each other.
Though the tea is still steeping the Great Northern Fupallo needs to refill their lovely lady lumps.
"Oh I need to get some distilled water." ORLY?
"For my machine, that will help with the humidity. I don't ever put water in my machine because...I'm lazy." Shocker.
"I'm still sick, pretty sick, so I don't know how long I'll be on here." CoUGhleHACK!
<SNIP HYPOCHONDRIA>
Oh thank goodness the tea is done! "Lemon, and honey!" With seeds!
"I don't take the seeds out."
She loves it.
The VIBidiots would like to know where Harry is. "He's sleeping in his hut. I don't know if he takes after me or what but he's the laziest hamster I've ever seen."
"Good" Harry thought to himself, let Gunrar think him foolish. Let it mock him like the callous God it truly was.
"He just stands there, like this."
His afternoon scouting missions had proved fruitful for the formulation of his plan. He would pay the Beast no mind. Harry bent over the escape plan and furiously scratched an adjustment with the edge of a food pellet gnawed to a fine point.
"I'll go up to him, and he's not stuck cause he can go. He can even turn around in the tunnel but sometimes I put a piece of mango in the little holes. He goes:"
"He's so cute."
The VIB want to know how many candy bars are left.
Tons! It's just too much. Even the icecream! It was dainty and just enough when it was in the CP but now it's in the freezer.
"It's just too sweet."
Unlike porch lokma.
Now she craves healthy things!
X.
It's all part of her continuing education on how to be the best wife she possibly can be.
"As a Muslim we're supposed to drink with the right hand!" So worldly. She doesn't need to show PDA either, not to prove anything. We have no idea what things are like bEHinD thE MOdest SCEnes!
"This is just honey, hot water, and lemon."
She loves it more than DeeDee loves Nader's cock.
There is a fly bothering Chantal as she deflects with the VIBidiots. "That's the problem when it's summer all the time, there's always flies and insects all around." Harry had met them, these pilgrims. They came to him with wisdom gained in foreign lands. The last survivors of their kind. Prophets of the Tribe. "Oh! There's a fly on his house right now." Harry nearly gasped in horror. His contact would be exposed. He had to think of something to do before what ever important message the courier was carrying was intercepted.
Gunrar leant closer.
Carefully Harry pulled aside a piece of the barricade erected to keep some semblance of privacy. "He takes all the bedding and the nest and everything and he blocks his house door."
The fly deposited its message and flitted off toward the safety of the corner.
Gunrar swung wildly. THUD! "Did I get it!?"
The light behind its eyes gleamed with the power of the Coobeezin' sun.
Harry felt his heart stop. The sound of Gunrar's cackle filled the foul air.
"He he he" Semper Fly.
<SNIP VIB BULLSHIT>
Time for a snack! "Here we go!"
The fresh scent of citrus filled the air, a brief sweetness cutting through the malodorous stench of burnt flesh and flatulence. Harry glanced toward the stale pellets and sighed.
"I'm a very willful human being." Ma'am...human?
A Bite in the Night
Alright, time to just slide on the protective Islamophobia guard and get this stream started! "C'mere howwwyyyyy you Beezer!"
"Whhaayyyy yaaa wannnnnn hooowwwwwwwyyyyyyy?" We are in full baby voice, this will surely draw in a crowd. Livestreams have been a little down lately. All these VIBidiots love a good rat!
Harry shuddered, the walls were too close, everything was too tight. The ceiling was caving in! The Beast had returned in full force. The light was too bright and shone through the meagre scraps of bedding left at the bottom of the cage. Furiously his tiny paws worked to burrow downward, somewhere, anywhere far far away from it: Gunrar.
"C'mere"
He had never been the religious sort, it all seemed too much. Now though, Harry prayed.
Oh merciful Gunrar, let it be quick.
"Look at his bum!"
Even his death would be bereft of dignity. What grievous sin had he committed? Harry searched the memories of his short life for an answer to this, the ultimate question. What atrocity had he unwittingly set into motion that this was to be his lot?
No! There was no time for such thoughts, he must try, he must escape this Hell and find atonement. Harry made a dash toward the door across the massive form of the Beast, the key wasn't in the lock but he had felt the draft, heard the sounds of children playing. Oh how he wished he had a child, a true child. Not this bulbous demon that shrieked at him throughout all hours. He could make it! He could squeeze under the door and obtain his freedom.
"That's enough excitement for you!"
Harry gathered himself, Gunrar was squeezing him in corpulent digits. He thrust himself forward at the blinking light and stared at his own reflection in horror. Forced to watch a ten second delay of his own agony.
"Help me!" It was all he could do, to beg, before being thrust back into his prison once more. "Get your toe in there!" Harry winced through the pain, and meekly, he complied. Gunrar often humiliated him in front of the little box in the evenings, he would get another chance. God helped those who helped themselves.
Oh my gosh! Where did all these mortals come from!? SCP-400# is feeling so much better. There's so many supplicants to greet!
NO SING!!!!
The VIB are pouring in, they're so happy to see that the Great Northern Fupallo is well and has recovered from the very edge of certain doom! Everything is going so well on this stream! "Whenever I wake up my throat was like starting to get more sore so I feel like sick like when I wake up everything is settled in my chest so when I'm awake for a little while and I have my treatment and every time I have the nebulizer treatment it helps but whenever I first wake up..." BREATHE.
The guy at the clinic didn't give a fuck about the camels! "The doctor kind of like, the doctor kind of like abrupt!" He made it seem like it was just a silly thing. "MERS is like a variant of COVID" that's why the doctor gave her a COVID-19 test!
SCP-400# despised questions of the medical variety, everyone was always so spergy. It made a video! Sheesh! Perhaps the rat would work a second time.
"Come here big boy!"
Harry resisted the urge to close his eyes. If this was how he would meet his end, it would at least be with his eyes open. Still he thought...
"Not like this."
Suddenly he was yanked backward toward the pursed lips of Gunrar. That cavernous maw that he had watched devour countless helpings of food. Perhaps...another chance? If nothing else it would be an ending to this ceaseless torment.
"Ow!!!" His teeth landed home, they were not strong enough to puncture the gelatinous hide of Gunrar but he was at least returned to his jail cell once more.
The VIBidiots want to know why in the non-WeSTERn world Chantal doesn't have a key. "Yeah definitely we can get a spare key. He he he do we have a spare key? I think we have one." ORLY?
It's so hard to keep track of things when you're locked in a shitbox all day. "I probably shouldn't have said that." Tee hee! Who would have imagined that people theorize about the things that Chantal says! So strange! As if there might be a THREAD. "It's not actually often that he leaves the house without me." X. "He can just leave me the house key next time."
"There's nothing dark about it, ya know?"
Chantal not only took glamour shots of the Halal Sacrifice Chikum she tried to make kebab with mint, cilantro, onion, cumin, lemon, and mutton and then fried it in corn oil with rice and tomato and butter with chicken stock and cumin. Then she made some mint and garlic yoghurt dip with honey. Salah loves it. "He liked it" X. "Cause I wasn't sure how it would taste."
A VIB brings up the Nashie. "Is it Nashie season? May! Nashie season!"
It's okay that it isn't Nashie season though, Chantal absolutely knows how to modify BK sandwiches to essentially make something close in approximation. She loves Middle Eastern food, Kuwaiti especially. Delicious. X.
All this talk of food has got Chantal thirsty.
"Harry's back in his hut. I have to take him out a few times a day. At least. For kisses"
X.
cOUgh HACklE CouGH
So sick!
Harry had made it to the bottom of the cage, he had been working at the cheap plastic for weeks. Slowly he had scraped away layer upon layer. Soon he would reach the table. When the Eyebrow Gollum moved him to feed Gunrar on the ceremonial plastic tarp he would make his escape. The drop to the floor wasn't that far. He could make it.
"Hold on let me get hooowwwwyyy some more bedding."
A torrential downpour of shavings obscured his working area. No matter.
"I posted a picture of the chicken I made. It was so good."
X.
Chantal has really been loving cooking! Salah is so spoiled. He had been using the air fryer and eating out every day! He loves seeing her in the kitchen! She loves being in the kitchen.
"Alright I'm just going to put the water on I'll be right back guys, kay?"
Shades of abandonment in the Villa.
"You guys hate my blue couch? It's awesome!" X.
Chantal is NOT paying attention to the drama, she is NOT reading anything and certainly is NOT watching any reactors. Her life is so much better without drama. The VIB are fine with this, it feels a bit more intimate tonight. People are talking about trivia games that she can play with Salah! They can play the Newlywed Game together to show how much they care about each other.
Though the tea is still steeping the Great Northern Fupallo needs to refill their lovely lady lumps.
"Oh I need to get some distilled water." ORLY?
"For my machine, that will help with the humidity. I don't ever put water in my machine because...I'm lazy." Shocker.
"I'm still sick, pretty sick, so I don't know how long I'll be on here." CoUGhleHACK!
<SNIP HYPOCHONDRIA>
Oh thank goodness the tea is done! "Lemon, and honey!" With seeds!
"I don't take the seeds out."
She loves it.
The VIBidiots would like to know where Harry is. "He's sleeping in his hut. I don't know if he takes after me or what but he's the laziest hamster I've ever seen."
"Good" Harry thought to himself, let Gunrar think him foolish. Let it mock him like the callous God it truly was.
"He just stands there, like this."
His afternoon scouting missions had proved fruitful for the formulation of his plan. He would pay the Beast no mind. Harry bent over the escape plan and furiously scratched an adjustment with the edge of a food pellet gnawed to a fine point.
"I'll go up to him, and he's not stuck cause he can go. He can even turn around in the tunnel but sometimes I put a piece of mango in the little holes. He goes:"
"He's so cute."
The VIB want to know how many candy bars are left.
Tons! It's just too much. Even the icecream! It was dainty and just enough when it was in the CP but now it's in the freezer.
"It's just too sweet."
Unlike porch lokma.
Now she craves healthy things!
X.
It's all part of her continuing education on how to be the best wife she possibly can be.
"As a Muslim we're supposed to drink with the right hand!" So worldly. She doesn't need to show PDA either, not to prove anything. We have no idea what things are like bEHinD thE MOdest SCEnes!
"This is just honey, hot water, and lemon."
She loves it more than DeeDee loves Nader's cock.
There is a fly bothering Chantal as she deflects with the VIBidiots. "That's the problem when it's summer all the time, there's always flies and insects all around." Harry had met them, these pilgrims. They came to him with wisdom gained in foreign lands. The last survivors of their kind. Prophets of the Tribe. "Oh! There's a fly on his house right now." Harry nearly gasped in horror. His contact would be exposed. He had to think of something to do before what ever important message the courier was carrying was intercepted.
Gunrar leant closer.
Carefully Harry pulled aside a piece of the barricade erected to keep some semblance of privacy. "He takes all the bedding and the nest and everything and he blocks his house door."
The fly deposited its message and flitted off toward the safety of the corner.
Gunrar swung wildly. THUD! "Did I get it!?"
The light behind its eyes gleamed with the power of the Coobeezin' sun.
Harry felt his heart stop. The sound of Gunrar's cackle filled the foul air.
"He he he" Semper Fly.
<SNIP VIB BULLSHIT>
Time for a snack! "Here we go!"
The fresh scent of citrus filled the air, a brief sweetness cutting through the malodorous stench of burnt flesh and flatulence. Harry glanced toward the stale pellets and sighed.
"I'm a very willful human being." Ma'am...human?
"HiIiiii babe!"
Salad is here! He brought toys!
He just wants to say hi to the Beezers again and prove that he didn't leave Chantal alone while fucking his mistress. That's for while she's asleep.
It's always fun to pop in and say hello to the VIBeezers!
The.
Most.
Fun.
Ever.
Harry watched as the operative, unwounded despite the attempts of Gunrar, enacted his revenge.
"The fly just hit me right between the eyes!"
Salad is far less amused. It's annoying to him. These flies. He had never had flies before Gunrar arrived. (
)
"I tried killing it but I'm not good enough." ()
They have plans to go out for dinner later tonight, despite how ill Chantal is. She just has to make sure she supports her husband! SCP-400# is back in full giggly teenage Low BMI mode now. The VIB are fine with this, they love Nicetal!
NO SING.
EVEN SALAH WANTS TO SAY لا تغني!
Howwy is so cute, "He looks like a little mouse! He's our little hamster son. Oh shoot we gotta go my phones at 5%!" That's okay though because everyone had a nice time! A great time!
The best time.
</GUNT HAckleCOof>
Salad is here! He brought toys!
He just wants to say hi to the Beezers again and prove that he didn't leave Chantal alone while fucking his mistress. That's for while she's asleep.
It's always fun to pop in and say hello to the VIBeezers!
The.
Most.
Fun.
Ever.
Harry watched as the operative, unwounded despite the attempts of Gunrar, enacted his revenge.
"The fly just hit me right between the eyes!"
Salad is far less amused. It's annoying to him. These flies. He had never had flies before Gunrar arrived. (
)
"I tried killing it but I'm not good enough." (
)
They have plans to go out for dinner later tonight, despite how ill Chantal is. She just has to make sure she supports her husband! SCP-400# is back in full giggly teenage Low BMI mode now. The VIB are fine with this, they love Nicetal!
NO SING.
EVEN SALAH WANTS TO SAY لا تغني!
Howwy is so cute, "He looks like a little mouse! He's our little hamster son. Oh shoot we gotta go my phones at 5%!" That's okay though because everyone had a nice time! A great time!
The best time.
</GUNT HAckleCOof>
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(Quote is still giving issues?)
@ADHD I totally commend you for all you do for the forum, however, I think noting the superchats AND new memberships would be worth a mention. I know, I know, you'd actually have to watch and pay attention, but I almost forget she is still getting (how much?) money for new/re-new subscriptions. Her overall income is being totally blown out, or blown in, proportion. We are either shooting really high or shooting really low. No way gunt has gone this long with $20 average in superchats. We should definitely be shooting heroin and living in a tent under a bridge according to all other income analytics.
ETA: I'm not saying YOU HAVE to do it or anyone. It just came up once about how is she possibly making ends meet with superchats.
@ADHD I totally commend you for all you do for the forum, however, I think noting the superchats AND new memberships would be worth a mention. I know, I know, you'd actually have to watch and pay attention, but I almost forget she is still getting (how much?) money for new/re-new subscriptions. Her overall income is being totally blown out, or blown in, proportion. We are either shooting really high or shooting really low. No way gunt has gone this long with $20 average in superchats. We should definitely be shooting heroin and living in a tent under a bridge according to all other income analytics.
ETA: I'm not saying YOU HAVE to do it or anyone. It just came up once about how is she possibly making ends meet with superchats.
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What is happening.
Why are her fingers on backwards.
This is not fat people backwards knee fingers.
Her fingers are om backwards.
What is happening.
Why are her fingers on backwards.
This is not fat people backwards knee fingers.
Her fingers are om backwards.
What is happening.
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I need a window seat, 'cause this flower's wiltin'
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My brain took a walk today after watching the umpteenth YouTuber carry on about Australia’s deadlies, and wandered into the Kuwaiti garden/desert/home.
Now we know why Salah takes her out to the desert so much?!
www.jtgtravel.com
Now we know why Salah takes her out to the desert so much?!
The 7 Most Dangerous & Deadly Animals Found in Kuwait
Make sure you avoid a deadly encounter with these animals on a trip to the Arabian Gulf. Here are the seven most dangerous animals in Kuwait.
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lmao, what is she going to do. She is so fucked. I guess its a good thing she is living in poverty now because that is how much she is making currently. Good luck traveling to other countries making $3 a day gunt.
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Anyone who has kept a rodent before knows how quickly it stinks if you don’t keep it up.
The smell of that and Chantel must be horrific.
The smell of that and Chantel must be horrific.
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Now she's saying 1/2 a tablet twice a day, she probably just got confused the first time relaying the info. Math do be confusing.
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Kuwait is fresh out of sympathy
Eta the appropriate dose
What a surprise. Chantal lies.
Eta the appropriate dose
What a surprise. Chantal lies.
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That just seems odd. Out of all the meds I've come across I've never seen one where you break it in half. Why not make it into its own pill?