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

And to think, they STILL haven't kissed each other, even once.

No videos or lives today because they are having wild, animal (modest, private, married) birthday sex.

Salah waves and thumbs up himself in the hotel mirror, American Psycho style while he ploughs the reverse starfish.

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I can't clip it.

But I just heard Chantal say the stupidest shit in one of her recent livestreams.

"Yeah, a lot of people are lactose intolerant."

"It's because cheese is so fatty and greasy it just goes right through them."

I know she's dumb as rocks, but every once in awhile she says something that literally makes your jaw drop.
 
My question is how is she able to pay rent on the apartment back in Kuwait and fund this Thailand excursion?
I mean I know the exchange rates are different but she is certainly not making what she used to and Salad dont do dick for work.
Well, he don't do dick for the gunt...
 
I know this is a safe space, and I've been here long enough that I feel somewhat trusted and accepted, and thus can express myself as we sit around in a solemn circle, clutching our styrofoam cups and nodding along in commiseration. So on this day, Salad Tosser's birthday, I need to vent about this...this blight to all that is human and decent. Yes, he even surpasses Chantal in the "wholly unacceptable and inarguably objectionable" department, which takes a level of mastery and skill that even Alex Honnold would admire.

...because Salad is starting to make me miss Peetz. And the way I feel about Peetz is the way all of us feel about Peetz: he has needed to sort his feckless self out with a rope and a ceiling beam for quite some time now. But day after day, month after month of Salad's incomprehensible existence, I find myself agreeing with Uncle Phil that Peetz is of "genius-level intelligence" when compared to the absolute state of the Syrian Sped.

You can't tell me there's anything going on upstairs. There is nothing. Zilch. This 80s creation is more sentient and capable than what has been foisted on us for the last year. If anything is taking place in that caved-in, liver-lipped, brow-adjusting melon of his, it's the chorus of "2 Legit 2 Quit" on a constant loop, again and again, over and over. And even that's a stretch, because it takes some kind of brain matter to process that one chanted line. He surpasses being merely childish. Immature. Innocent. He goes well beyond dumb. Well beyond imbecilic. Hell, he left "mentally retarded" spluttering in his wake years ago. There are few synonyms left to describe Salad, and whatever they are, I don't know them.

People say that he and Chantal fight sometimes, and that's why she falls into a foul mood / looks like she's been crying sometimes...nonsense. Salad has no idea how to fight, argue, or present a cogent point of view (or even a haphazard, illogical one). That's because nothing registers with him; there is no discerning good from bad, up from down, left from right. There is no personality, no self, no powers of observation or reflection, not even the power to form a solid opinion or point of view. In fact, if you were to perform a cross-section of this sack of meat and slice him right down the middle, starting from the top of his head right down to his toes, you would have Solid Salad all the way through: no veins, guts, internal organs, blood, bones, or arteries.

I don't even hate him anymore. I don't know where I'm at. It's a terrible feeling, as though I'm staring into the abyss which is staring back into me, except that abyss has a face like a fetal-alcohol-syndrome Non from "Superman 2" and speaks like a defective Stephen Hawking.

I'm sure many of you have taken this Salad journey with me: from amused and incredulous, to irritated and intolerant, to outraged and defensive, to wandering into defeated and hopeless, and finally, to where we are now, which is completely lost and feeling as though we are living with a terminal disease for which there is no cure.

Except there is a cure. The doors out of hell can be flung wide open, we all gain in riches and happiness and relief, and normalcy is restored:

Chantal, get your gigantic, pimply, sagging, crusted-over ass back to Canada. Enough is enough. Enough is enough.

Thank you, everyone. I appreciate the compassion.
 
There is no personality, no self, no powers of observation or reflection, not even the power to form a solid opinion or point of view. In fact, if you were to perform a cross-section of this sack of meat and slice him right down the middle, starting from the top of his head right down to his toes, you would have Solid Salad all the way through: no veins, guts, internal organs, blood, bones, or arteries.
This gave me very strong "Is this cake" visuals, except it's Salah woodenly miming his scripted lines through Thailand, and at the end a Thai local cuts him in half and he's full of buttercream and his fat wife eats him.
 
Chantal had to post a sappy love post because she forgot to get Salah a birthday gift, and (probably) ate all the cupcakes he bought himself.

Isn’t this his 30th birthday? If so, should be celebrated a bit more but hey, it’s not Chins birthday so why shoukd she care. He looks like an ugly Amish dude in that photo with the beard and no visible moustache. The cat has the same disgusted expression as many Kiwis, I think.

Anyway, have y’all noticed that Chantal seems to be ticcing again now that she’s out of meds? I’ve heard a couple Shhh’s and a weird noise in the smoking video. She doesn’t seem to ever notice them as they happen-I thought she’d started cutting them out of her videos, but it could be that whatever medication she’s taking helped control them.
He looks like he gonna rape someone. That fucking beard those inbred cousin fuckers love gives off big "I am going to sexuality assault anything including animals" vibe.
 
I'm loving the picture of the dino-shaped shrimp nuggies behind his tard hat.

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Allow me to powerlevel: as an educator, I think 🥗 may actually be mid-functioning mildly mentally handicapped to high-funtioning moderately mentally handicapped.

TL;DR he isn't smart, maybe 60-35 IQ, as imprecise as it is

I've never worked in this field, so I can't say much. But I would push his IQ up to at least 80 since he can at least figure out how to purchase a new car (and drive) every 3 months, and tard wrangle a whale around Thailand for over a month.
 
Salad seems to be a mixture of:
-generational inbreeding
-old dad genes
-only and youngest son, spoiled in a male Muslim culture
-raised on the social media of the western world and quite the consooomer of it
-lost his mom young, with female family members probably over-compensating
-used to being taken care of by women
-JIM CAREY AND THE WESTERN WORLD
-takes the path of his perceived Least Resistanc= Chantal, which proves his low IQ
-glib and shallow affect

Dude's a Tard.

^ as an educator of many cultures for almost 30 years
 
I bet he can't name 5 of their songs... 🤔
Now now, he's living with "A Means to an End," his very own "Atrocity Exhibition." Leaving Kuwait with her might make one ask "From Safety to Where...?" All her eating and raging has shown "She's Lost Control," and she's never going to "Exercise One" time ever again. I kinda wanna keep going with this, but I'll stop lol.
 
I've never worked in this field, so I can't say much. But I would push his IQ up to at least 80 since he can at least figure out how to purchase a new car (and drive) every 3 months, and tard wrangle a whale around Thailand for over a month
And learn English as a second language. Imperfectly, but passable. Certainly more intelligible than the Crackhead. I could barely understand a damn thing he said.
 
I have been saying all along, he actually is the village idiot, we all saw him dancing like a 4 year old when they visited tussauds, he thought he was beyond cool, when he looks into the camera , he just eye fucks himself because his brain is doing fuck all else.
Since he started talking to his new handler, even though she is thick as pig shit herself, she has been moulding him into her idea of what she desires in a man, total control, she knew he was a retard soon as she started talking to him and started to convince him that she was the answer to everything he desired. Mostly to kiss the ground of Jim Carey’s birth country.
She has very easily manipulated his whole existence, got rid of his friends and family, convinced him to stay home with her because mommy will take care of him.
She has put her own twisted thoughts into his one brain cell and she clearly is the boss in the relationship, if she demands food he scurries off to bring it, she has promised him Canada and he is too fucking stupid to realise that she lies to him constantly, he believes every word she utters.. He actually makes Peeeeee look like a genius and that is really saying something.
Maybe she did persuade him to marry her in Thailand, because none of his friends or family could interfere and put a stop to it . All he wants is to play Pokémon all day and depend on someone else to tell him what to do next.
He is her ideal man except from he is as camp as Christmas and will never give her brown dick , but he is eventually going to fall madly in lurve with her. Who is the bigger retard ? .
All in all they absolutely deserve each other, and I wouldn’t fuck either of them.
 
I don't know what the fuck happened to you cock suckers but holy shit I've got a lot of catching up to do.
Did Chantal finally lose all the weight? Is she happily married and living her best life?
Yes, if by lose all the weight you mean "ballooned as if someone shoved an air hose up her ass" and by happily married and living her best life you mean "lol".
 
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