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Proof that some alogs do indeed know what they're talking about.
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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I’m not able to embed the video at the moment, but she’s currently live and saying she went to the ER in Thailand!
Please someone grab this?!?!
Please someone grab this?!?!
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- Jan 9, 2023
We need this video, if only to see Salad run when asked for ID.
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- Dec 6, 2021
Lol she got a boil between her legs, hope salad’s ready to do a Peetz and tend to the pus filled stench pocket hidden amongst her festering rolls.
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It’s Live
Saturday September 9, 2023
I WENT TO THE ER IN THAILAND BEEZE
Okay, who called this?
Saturday September 9, 2023
I WENT TO THE ER IN THAILAND BEEZE
Okay, who called this?
-She’s all dressed up with her sharMUT makeup. Are they traveling home today?
Probably.
Am I wrong?
Of course.
-It’s 10:50-ish pm. 82°F and raining,
-Ew what’s on her hand.
-I never want to hear the word “attrahction” again. I mean, Christ, they’re not at actual Disneyland. Fuck.
-Due to heat, humidity and chub-rub from walking so much, (and to be fair, I think none of us would argue she’s been walking a lot. For her anyway) Gunt developed a boil on her thigh.
-Went to the ER where they lanced, drained, and pahcked it.
-She has to follow up every other day.
-It cost a PRETTY PENNY!
-They seem to have arrived in Bangkok on Tuesday/Wednesday August 29th-30th. Making today Day 11.
-I wonder how long they were planning to stay in Thailand, and if this may cut the trip short (or extend it?)
-Hotel-Room beeze until next Wednesday?
-If she doesn’t keep that thing dry until it’s healed, she is absolutely fucked.
-With all of her current comorbidities, until the boil has healed, she is (in that climate) certain to get a bigger localized infection which could without a doubt turn into sepsis and fucking kill her. And FAST.
-The fact that she’s not on a strong wide-spectrum antibiotic is BEYOND alarming.
-If I were she, I’d hightail it to the airport STAT and get out of that climate.
-God help me, but I feel a bit soorry for her. At least this happened toward the end of their trip. This has got to be fucking painful. I can’t fathom it. Every step she takes in the next couple of weeks is going to rub and irritate it further. It’s got to be raw and HOT.
-For those postulating on an amputation arc, it’s unlikely. With all her medical issues (asthma, blood clots, diabetes, FAT) if an amputation was called for, the infection would already be spreading so fast she’d likely die before they could get her on the operating table.
-Salad-Boy’s laugh is making me want to break things with my head. Or his.
-HYUCK HYUCK HYUCK!
-Waaaaaaahahaaa!
-There wasn’t any smell.
-I’m listening to this in the bg and I heard her say that in elementary school, the mom of one of her friends PUNCHED HER IN THE FACE? How had I never heard this story before.
Probably.
Am I wrong?
Of course.
-It’s 10:50-ish pm. 82°F and raining,
-Ew what’s on her hand.
-I never want to hear the word “attrahction” again. I mean, Christ, they’re not at actual Disneyland. Fuck.
-Due to heat, humidity and chub-rub from walking so much, (and to be fair, I think none of us would argue she’s been walking a lot. For her anyway) Gunt developed a boil on her thigh.
-Went to the ER where they lanced, drained, and pahcked it.
-She has to follow up every other day.
-It cost a PRETTY PENNY!
-They seem to have arrived in Bangkok on Tuesday/Wednesday August 29th-30th. Making today Day 11.
-I wonder how long they were planning to stay in Thailand, and if this may cut the trip short (or extend it?)
-Hotel-Room beeze until next Wednesday?
-If she doesn’t keep that thing dry until it’s healed, she is absolutely fucked.
-With all of her current comorbidities, until the boil has healed, she is (in that climate) certain to get a bigger localized infection which could without a doubt turn into sepsis and fucking kill her. And FAST.
The wife of a friend of mine was admitted to the hospital with the flu. She acquired a hospital-borne infection which turned septic and she died in a week.
-The fact that she’s not on a strong wide-spectrum antibiotic is BEYOND alarming.
-If I were she, I’d hightail it to the airport STAT and get out of that climate.
-God help me, but I feel a bit soorry for her. At least this happened toward the end of their trip. This has got to be fucking painful. I can’t fathom it. Every step she takes in the next couple of weeks is going to rub and irritate it further. It’s got to be raw and HOT.
-For those postulating on an amputation arc, it’s unlikely. With all her medical issues (asthma, blood clots, diabetes, FAT) if an amputation was called for, the infection would already be spreading so fast she’d likely die before they could get her on the operating table.
-Salad-Boy’s laugh is making me want to break things with my head. Or his.
-HYUCK HYUCK HYUCK!
-Waaaaaaahahaaa!
-There wasn’t any smell.
-I’m listening to this in the bg and I heard her say that in elementary school, the mom of one of her friends PUNCHED HER IN THE FACE? How had I never heard this story before.
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Lolol boil beeze!
I can’t imagine how gross she is right now.
The sweat, the chafing, the ick.
Also I swear to god salads laugh makes me want to punch a wall. Something about it absolutely enrages me.
I can’t imagine how gross she is right now.
The sweat, the chafing, the ick.
Also I swear to god salads laugh makes me want to punch a wall. Something about it absolutely enrages me.
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My guess is Gunt had to think of something to tell an ER hospital that would let her either stay in the country extra time and the boil was the only option she could think of for the visa renewal beeze, or it's just part of the cycle.
Either way - she's predictable. The chub rub was her only "in" to get into an ER in hopes to get pain killers or a way to stay in the country longer until that visa clears.
Either way - she's predictable. The chub rub was her only "in" to get into an ER in hopes to get pain killers or a way to stay in the country longer until that visa clears.
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The cause of the floating garden fire?? Chub rub.
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It is the cute baby curse. She shouldn't have touched it.
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Now that's truly disgusting. I'll be damned, Chantal found something new to horrify GW with.
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This is what I was greeted with when I tuned in: "Whatever. People get boils!"
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Not being an elephant, I don’t understand chub rub. She’s been wearing leggings under her dresses. That’s what Anna does to prevent it-plus Anna also has some kind of deodorant looking stick she rubs between her folds too. If Chin’s is wearing long pants, how could she get a golfball sized infection there? Wouldn’t leggings prevent it?
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Poor Salah, How will he ever cope? I guess he will have to just continue to see Thailand without Chinny.
So not only did she get an inner thigh boil, that "cost a pretty penny" because she didn't buy health insurance, but she has to go back to the clinic every other day for wound care. She said they had to pack the wound "a little" after lancing it.
That super humid climate is hell for trying to get a wound like this to heal. Chantal is a walking petri dish and should be able to culture some great novel bacteria!
Sepsis Arc Incoming?
Yalla!
Edit to Add: Chantal is not heartbroken by this development. She was over all the walking and sightseeing. Now she can go back to having Salah fetch weiners (hehe) for her and keep making those gains!
So not only did she get an inner thigh boil, that "cost a pretty penny" because she didn't buy health insurance, but she has to go back to the clinic every other day for wound care. She said they had to pack the wound "a little" after lancing it.
That super humid climate is hell for trying to get a wound like this to heal. Chantal is a walking petri dish and should be able to culture some great novel bacteria!
Sepsis Arc Incoming?
Yalla!
Edit to Add: Chantal is not heartbroken by this development. She was over all the walking and sightseeing. Now she can go back to having Salah fetch weiners (hehe) for her and keep making those gains!
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This entire Thailand trip is the gift that keeps on giving; it is completely making up for the months of screamingly dull content in Kuwait, watching this sack of human waste plonked in front of the blue couch (legs splayed from west to east, as we now know), troweling feed into her face and barely stringing together sentences.
I don't doubt that this is pretty new and exciting for our hefty heroine. I've travelled quite a bit, but I've never been to Southeast Asia, and she's doing a fairly okay job of capturing some of Thailand's essence despite what appear to be somewhat-sanitized tourist areas (correct me if I am wrong here, please...and the wax museum obviously doesn't count, although that retard shitshow was wondrous). Chantal is from a dinky redneck town, and this experience would be new and fascinating for anyone; however, the great big rub here--literally and figuratively--is the fact that she cannot enjoy a single moment of it, no matter what it may be. The only time she appears to be relaxed and happy is back at the hotel room, livestreaming and chowing down, which is her comfort zone no matter where she is.
Imagine being surrounded by the full sensory experience of Thailand, and all you can focus on is your extreme discomfort, pain, anxiety, and irritability. Putting one foot in front of the other, merely walking from a very short point A to point B, is an experience in hauling hundreds of pounds strapped to your body, with fleshy pendulums chafing against your upper and inner thighs and a lung capacity that is likely akin to a long-term aging chain-smoker., all the while willingly wrapped head-to-toe in tight polyester in a humid atmosphere that would be challenging even for a fit Canadian clad in hot pants and a tank. Add steps or stairs to this, maybe a crowd of disbelieving gawkers, and you'd want to just scream and give up. Then throw in the sounds of a wind-up mongoloid hyucking beside you, and the urge to swing a machete through the air would escalate by the second.
There is nothing she can do to enjoy herself. Every moment is self-inflicted agony. It's great!
But I'm going to give credit where it's due, no matter how grudgingly: Chantal is strong. She's got a five-foot-one frame packed solid with four hundred-plus pounds of solid fat, and she's pushing herself to take long flights, walk around in a densely humid environment, and simply move around. That takes a tough constitution and, yes, body. It's like going everywhere with a fridge strapped to your front. I have no idea for how much longer she can do this, but I am in awe. The incredible anguish and torture of being imprisoned in a body such as hers would render anyone bedbound (again, legs in a perfect 180-degree split), but this hot bitch is hauling her dying carcass around as though she's the chubby nimble minx she truly believes herself to be. Don't dream it, be it, appears to be her mantra.
I don't want her to die. Chantal is the greatest cow of them all. She should give a TED talk about her gifts.
As for Salad, though, this guy has to go. Cuntie is an impatient, judgmental bitch, so I can't figure out how she can tolerate his fuckery and retardation. He makes Peetz look almost human. Read that again. Salad is so fucking awful, Peetz comes off as the preferable sidekick. This frog-lipped, Eddie Munster-hairline-having faggot needs to be kicked in the face, set on fire, and thrown down some concrete cellar stairs. How do I hate thou, you ugly halfwit? Let me count the ways:
1.) I have never seen anyone eye-fuck themselves to the degree he does; worse than Chantal, worse than ALR. He's like Narcissus gazing into the pond, mesmerized and hypnotized by his own visage. He can't look away from himself. I have never seen something like this before. Being told he is "handsome" by his revolting sugar mama isn't helping things one bit. How hasn't she spit out a scathing comment while he is drugged out on his own appearance?
2.) He speaks as though someone drew a cord affixed to his back, and pre-programmed lines are robotically spewing out. Every word sounds scripted, every utterance comes across as memorized, and there is zero intonation, cadence, or tone to his voice. "Wow, baby, you look stunning" is spoken in the exact same way as "This is a disaster." It's intolerable. It's not even legitimate autism, it's like he is a weak facsimile of a human being. Something went wrong during the packaging and processing.
3.) His Michael Jackson "dancing" at the wax museum was unacceptable, even to mock. I had to put on a balaclava and ball gag just to get through it.
4.) His laugh is enough to start world wars. That is the chuckle of a retard going full retard, who doesn't understand what is actually funny or clever, who is attempting to come across as relatable and cute, who probably lies in bed and attempts to tickle himself just to achieve that laugh and feel something.
5.) I can't go any further because I'm starting to feel infuriated just reviewing his moral and human infractions.
All in all, what a ride. Thank you, Chantal, you disgusting, fascinating cunt.
I don't doubt that this is pretty new and exciting for our hefty heroine. I've travelled quite a bit, but I've never been to Southeast Asia, and she's doing a fairly okay job of capturing some of Thailand's essence despite what appear to be somewhat-sanitized tourist areas (correct me if I am wrong here, please...and the wax museum obviously doesn't count, although that retard shitshow was wondrous). Chantal is from a dinky redneck town, and this experience would be new and fascinating for anyone; however, the great big rub here--literally and figuratively--is the fact that she cannot enjoy a single moment of it, no matter what it may be. The only time she appears to be relaxed and happy is back at the hotel room, livestreaming and chowing down, which is her comfort zone no matter where she is.
Imagine being surrounded by the full sensory experience of Thailand, and all you can focus on is your extreme discomfort, pain, anxiety, and irritability. Putting one foot in front of the other, merely walking from a very short point A to point B, is an experience in hauling hundreds of pounds strapped to your body, with fleshy pendulums chafing against your upper and inner thighs and a lung capacity that is likely akin to a long-term aging chain-smoker., all the while willingly wrapped head-to-toe in tight polyester in a humid atmosphere that would be challenging even for a fit Canadian clad in hot pants and a tank. Add steps or stairs to this, maybe a crowd of disbelieving gawkers, and you'd want to just scream and give up. Then throw in the sounds of a wind-up mongoloid hyucking beside you, and the urge to swing a machete through the air would escalate by the second.
There is nothing she can do to enjoy herself. Every moment is self-inflicted agony. It's great!
But I'm going to give credit where it's due, no matter how grudgingly: Chantal is strong. She's got a five-foot-one frame packed solid with four hundred-plus pounds of solid fat, and she's pushing herself to take long flights, walk around in a densely humid environment, and simply move around. That takes a tough constitution and, yes, body. It's like going everywhere with a fridge strapped to your front. I have no idea for how much longer she can do this, but I am in awe. The incredible anguish and torture of being imprisoned in a body such as hers would render anyone bedbound (again, legs in a perfect 180-degree split), but this hot bitch is hauling her dying carcass around as though she's the chubby nimble minx she truly believes herself to be. Don't dream it, be it, appears to be her mantra.
I don't want her to die. Chantal is the greatest cow of them all. She should give a TED talk about her gifts.
As for Salad, though, this guy has to go. Cuntie is an impatient, judgmental bitch, so I can't figure out how she can tolerate his fuckery and retardation. He makes Peetz look almost human. Read that again. Salad is so fucking awful, Peetz comes off as the preferable sidekick. This frog-lipped, Eddie Munster-hairline-having faggot needs to be kicked in the face, set on fire, and thrown down some concrete cellar stairs. How do I hate thou, you ugly halfwit? Let me count the ways:
1.) I have never seen anyone eye-fuck themselves to the degree he does; worse than Chantal, worse than ALR. He's like Narcissus gazing into the pond, mesmerized and hypnotized by his own visage. He can't look away from himself. I have never seen something like this before. Being told he is "handsome" by his revolting sugar mama isn't helping things one bit. How hasn't she spit out a scathing comment while he is drugged out on his own appearance?
2.) He speaks as though someone drew a cord affixed to his back, and pre-programmed lines are robotically spewing out. Every word sounds scripted, every utterance comes across as memorized, and there is zero intonation, cadence, or tone to his voice. "Wow, baby, you look stunning" is spoken in the exact same way as "This is a disaster." It's intolerable. It's not even legitimate autism, it's like he is a weak facsimile of a human being. Something went wrong during the packaging and processing.
3.) His Michael Jackson "dancing" at the wax museum was unacceptable, even to mock. I had to put on a balaclava and ball gag just to get through it.
4.) His laugh is enough to start world wars. That is the chuckle of a retard going full retard, who doesn't understand what is actually funny or clever, who is attempting to come across as relatable and cute, who probably lies in bed and attempts to tickle himself just to achieve that laugh and feel something.
5.) I can't go any further because I'm starting to feel infuriated just reviewing his moral and human infractions.
All in all, what a ride. Thank you, Chantal, you disgusting, fascinating cunt.
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Not necessarily.
Cloth doesn’t always prevent rubbing, and in fact can sometimes exacerbate it.
It’s like when you wear socks with new shoes but you still get a fucker of a blister on your heel.
Other than being a normal-sized human being, there’s not much one can do, besides, as we’ve seen on MSHPL, LOTS of baby powder or cornstarch, and a stick of anti-perspirant (not just deodorant).
The humidity in Thailand exponentially multiplied the situation.
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Why indeed
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Between not wiping and being a filthy pig, I imagine her crotch is constantly soaked with urine and sweat. Pair that with swinging fupa balls and fat thigh rubbing. Serious infection beeze incoming
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Those pants for sure are not getting washed enough. I'm about to do what seems to be considered a "power level" around here although it's not something I'm proud of BUT - my work environment has a tendency to be hot and dusty during some stages and if I wear the same bra in those conditions, a couple times over the course of the workweek, I will sometimes get a gnarly pimple under the strap.
Imagine if you will, the unwashed fabric between Chantals gargantuan thighs over the course of many days. Sweat, urine dribble, dead skin cells, food spills, cooter jooses etc. I'm sure she could grow some kinda rare anaerobic bacteria in between her hams. One little follicle gets a little plugged up and blam. Maybe her body tried to use it as a new opportune place to store extra fat cells.
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Well, I'm shocked! Surely this cuts into her Mount Everest training?
We were due for a health crisis, I'm just surprised it took this long. I'm sure she has all kinds of boils and infections brewing all over her body, I mean we've seen the ones on her ass. I wonder if she's screaming at her rent boy to help her take care of it? If he wants to keep travelling on her dime he better make sure an infection doesn't take her out, I bet the smell of her spread legs knocked the smirk off of his face.
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I assume the leggings she wears underneath are stretched extremely thin and probably have holes in the highest friction areas - like the area between her thighs. She also sweats a lot. That wet, tatty material is only going to be making the friction even worse, hence the boil.
I feel awful for the poor nurse who had to venture down there and deal with it
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Very few places have fountain soda, or a "soda gun" that the evil western world has because they do not have reliable drinking water. This is also why ice is so scarce, and we know she loves her extra ice. If you've noticed most of the fast food places give her cans/bottles of soda, same with the very few sit down restaurants.
I'm sure she could buy some bottled soda water/seltzer water, but if she's gonna buy something expensive in a can why not have sugar? The soda water was probably free here from the bar.
This is probably why they have the "No Filming" sign on the door to the shisha area. dont worry She filmed the no filming sign. Chicken Pickle took a moment to zoom in and point it out. Its literally right in front of Salah's face when he opens the door and holds it for her. Side comment, I do find it wierd that Vape/Shisha is illegal in thailand but regular cigarettes and weed are not. Maybe its because those methods lead to over consumption?
This is the 'tims I'm here for. I did this once in chat using a coke bottle, cus even with filters it would slim the coke bottle. She is huuuuge.