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

Her cognitive decline has been ongoing since I became aware of her, around Nader time. I wonder if her family notices it and, if so, why they haven't done anything.
Kim (Schmee/Mom/Eyebrow chola leader) is just as retarded as her daughter, but her retardness elevator can at least stop on a higher level (4th floor compared to Gunts first floor brain). She can't do much but pinch cuties cheek and tell her the internet is jealous of her.

Aunt Phyllis (Uncle Phil/Jamaican underage lover/Eyebrow squire) is about the same level of retardation as Gunt, but can likely do a word search if it had pretty colors on it. Uncle Phil can give her a dank weed cig and that's about it. Her elevator gets stuck a lot and is often out of order.

Her stepdad is a non-factor but most likely a bit dumb, you have to be to WANT a kid with Schmee after seeing Chins.

Nat (Gunt's Sister/Eyebrows on fleek) is probably our favorite Sarault of all (part Sarault). Her brain has a good capacity and runs pretty smoothly with minimal downtime. The only thing she can do is blankly stare/resting bitchface the Gunt. Nat probably wants nothing to do with her and we can't blame her.

Grandma (Royal Gunt DNA Giver) is dead. She helped herself get out of her mortal coil and away from these bumpkins.

Buster (Underbite Extraordinaire/High Priest Growler) is our favorite. He could bite Chins but, who would want the lock-jaw from that?

In conclusion, retards - drooling, low IQ, bummy retards. Buster and Nat can excuse themselves from this.
 
If I recall, Chantal claims she was admitted to a hospital / psych ward for her food addiction and general mental illness. She supposedly shared a room with a girl who had the opposite problem as her (either anorexia or bulimia) and would take the food intended for her.

So it does sound like at least some attempts were made to help or fix Chantal. Whether they tried hard enough or did "all they could..." we'll never know and even if we did that's ultimately subjective. Nat has far less responsibility or obligation toward Chantal than their parents.

Some parents will continually sacrifice everything for the "problem child" even at the expense of their normal children and grandkids while others will give up too early.

You just never know.
 
what kind of woman would tell a story to the whole internet about bleeding all over a friend's couch?
a lolcow.
but CinnamonToastKen on YouTube has uploaded a new video where his wife explains a few of our “gorls” to him
That's a shame, because it just proves Chantal is correct and that all the people who laugh at her are just obese ugly morons who are jealous of her success and life.
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I distinctly remember her telling that period story where the friend put a cloth over the chair a few years ago. She seemed genuinely pissed or at least annoyed in both tellings of this story.

I also remember the story at her step-grandmother's house where she had a crush on an Italian boy and got her period on their white couch too while he was there. (How mortifying! Tee hee).

This makes me think the period story at the friend's house as an adult actually happened (if not embellished with the friend going out of her way to embarrass her by putting a tarp on the chair?), but she made up the period story with the cute Italian boy named Vincenzo.

I've never seen anyone spill period blood onto a couch while just casually visiting friends or relatives. Just saying.
 
As much as I enjoy pointing and laughing at Chantal for sport, I kinda hate to rag on her about the "Losing 200 lbs." video because at least she's outside and moving, but this really highlights how she's mostly a sentient blob. She looks unsure of herself, like she's never been in a park before and has no idea what to do. Like, she heard there are these places called "parks" where people go to walk and play so she, too, will go to a park--but she doesn't know if she's doing it right and is extremely awkward. Anyway, she's exercising, so golf claps.

I want to shake her and yell in her face that this is the kind of shit (sorry) we're talking about. Moving. Exertion. Do that every day and I promise, very quickly it will get easier. Also Google recipes for healthy, satisfying meals. The human body has a remarkable ability to heal itself, Chantal. Your body does not want to weigh whatever the fuck it is you weigh. Give it a chance and you'll drop a shit (sorry) ton of weight in no time. That will slow down and you'll have to ramp it up but it will also get exponentially easier. If you did lose the extra weight you'd still have a whole list of problems but at least you wouldn't be doing the equivalent of carrying an NFL nose tackle (seriously) everywhere you go.

That's it, Chantal. That's how it works. It's not using shitty (sorry) supplements. It's not one day of fasting and six cheat days in a row. It's calories in calories out. Do it, don't do it, whatever. Actually your trainwreck life entertains a lot of people and makes some of them a LOT of money. So either way, win-win. I'd settle for you just being honest about it. But when you keel over and I have to go back to the fucking Russell Greer thread, I'm sure gonna miss you.

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Sorry but you are wasting your time giving her any diet or exercise advice,
I know. Even if she would listen, she wouldn't need to because she knows damn well how to get healthier. I'm just venting, or putting it out there into the void, or something.
 
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As much as I enjoy pointing and laughing at Chantal for sport, I kinda hate to rag on her about the "Losing 200 lbs." video because at least she's outside and moving, but this really highlights how she's mostly a sentient blob. The vibe here is that she looks almost bewildered, like she's never been in a park before and has no idea what to do. Like, she heard there are these places called "parks" where people go to walk and play so she, too, will go to a park--but she's never quite sure she's doing it right and is extremely awkward. Anyway, she's exercising so golf claps.

I want to shake her and yell in her face that this is the kind of shit (sorry) we're talking about. Moving. Exertion. Do that every day and I promise, very quickly it will get easier. Also Google recipes for healthy, satisfying meals. The human body has a remarkable ability to heal itself, Chantal. Your body does not want to weigh whatever the fuck it is you weigh. Give it a chance and you'll drop a shit (sorry) ton of weight in no time. That will slow down and you'll have to ramp it up but it will also get exponentially easier. If you did lose the extra weight you'd still have a whole list of problems but at least you wouldn't be doing the equivalent of carrying an NFL nose tackle (seriously) everywhere you go.

That's it, Chantal. That's how it works. It's not using shitty (sorry) supplements. It's not one day of fasting and six cheat days in a row. It's calories in calories out. Do it, don't do it, whatever. Actually your trainwreck life entertains a lot of people and makes some of them a LOT of money. So either way, win-win. I'd settle for you just being honest about it. But when you keel over and I have to go back to the Russell Greer thread, I'm sure gonna miss you.
Sorry but you are wasting your time giving her any diet or exercise advice, she knows what she has to do but as always, any effort is too much effort, we are in her need to get healthy arc , next will be the gradual sneaking fast food into her videos, because well ….fat … and her mentulz, but she “ won’t be binging “ , then we will be back to muh health, muh luyf , and I won’t be told wot to eats by anyone….. she is just a greedy lump of lard , eats her dainty meals off a dustbin lid , and shovels slop in because she hasn’t eaten today, starvin….
She will of course be fasting for 12 hours a day.,, when she is asleep.
Fatso can’t do without her carbs , in fact she will never deprive herself of anything she “ craves “ . She will pretend to put the effort in , but we all know better than believe anything she says . She is still trying to deflect attention from her shit loving , perverted rent boy .
 
I don't know about Kuwait but my friends from other parts of the Middle East always offer guests a (small) sweet snack, usually a pastry. It's a bit similar to Brits offering guests a cup of tea and a biscuit (cookie).

I don't believe for a moment that those are for guests, though.
I don’t believe it either and not just because it’s Chantal and she likes to lie. It’s because, as you said, it’s very traditional to offer guests hospitality in the Middle East. Traditional, meaning there’s tradition behind it. Here we are talking about a long history of offering dates and nuts to travellers.

Dates and nuts are so traditional. Possibly also tiny pastries (maybe filled with dates and nuts). Possibly Salah is just ultra-modern or something, but you don’t turn up as a guest to a Muslim house to “hey, it’s your lucky day. Here’s a full size snickers bar and a bunch of chocolate”.
Actually chocolate is not common becuase the ME is hot as balls and chocolate is liquid unless directly refrigerated. Leave that chocolate platter lying around whilst the guests chat, smoke and play cards equals a melted mess by the time you need it. I doubt their air conditioning is enough to stop the melt.

This is all kind of circumstantial evidence autistic but I’m going with ‘that chocolate is not for guests’.
 
She also told a new story time in this live about the time she left menstrual blood on her friends chair. When she went to visit the next time and saw they had a towel on the chair she asked why and was told it was to cover her blood. I guess she figured it was a better bet to gross people out about bloody bodily fluids than shit or piss. What a positively modest muslim.
The last time she told this story it was her racist grandfather's white couch. She can't keep her lies straight.
In addition, didn't she have a hysterectomy years ago ?
If so she has no uterus to bleed from, so another lie unless she was talking a LONG time ago.
All her stories are from high school or before and most of them are stories she heard or something she watched on the lifetime movie of the week.
All her "storytimes" were exaggerated versions of stupid shit she did in high school and her twenties, or lies. Back when she was a dainty 300 pound baby deathfat and still had acquaintances she wasn't paying to be around her. She's never had any real friends for long besides Pee and Shannon. Now it's just her and the hairy peepeepoopoo man who hates her.
Yes. I agree. The one story that makes me roll my eyes the most is the having sex with a stranger on a rock. She starts out by saying she was walking home from the dance club when she met this stranger. 1. Can you imagine Chantal actually going to a dance club? We see how weird and awkward she is around people. 2. She has no friends. 3. Walking home from a club. Walking? Yeah sure.
 
Pardon my rudeness (I am a Leaf), but what the fuck? What would her family do?! What COULD they do? Buy her a new frontal lobe? If Chantal's family had the ability to do anything about her swampy, hollow, rotting-lizard brain, don't you think they would have done it--I dunno--decades ago? They can't throw her into a home (Kim tried this when Chantal was a teen....nothing shifted), they can't force pills down her fat throat, they can't get a conservatorship (it's a guardianship in Canada, and Chantal is a retard, but not a retard), they can't do a ding-dong thing except buy her a new suitcase and say "au revoir" to her without even taking her to the airport.

Please, I would really like to know some sort of family-helping-Chantal's-ongoing-mission-to-destroy-herself scenarios you envision. Seriously. She is a lazy, revolting, psychotic fat fuck, not a pitiable invalid in need of compassion.

ETA: And as the poster above me pointed out, they are all mongoloids.

I dunno.... Involuntary mental health hold for evaluation? A threat to herself and or others?
 
The last time she told this story it was her racist grandfather's white couch. She can't keep her lies straight.

All her stories are from high school or before and most of them are stories she heard or something she watched on the lifetime movie of the week.

Yes. I agree. The one story that makes me roll my eyes the most is the having sex with a stranger on a rock. She starts out by saying she was walking home from the dance club when she met this stranger. 1. Can you imagine Chantal actually going to a dance club? We see how weird and awkward she is around people. 2. She has no friends. 3. Walking home from a club. Walking? Yeah sure.
Consider that, I am not surprised that Chinny does not have a photogenic and sharp memory.
As always, fatso will never be the sharpest tool in the shed. Those lies are literally easily unveiled within the retarded fabrication of Clotso's tendencies to overexaggerate every fucking stories so that she can be seen as a good person, and that the people and anyone she framed are merely cruel and unruly to her. The more she gradually worsens her grasp on morality and reality, the more clear how much she wants to fabricates any of her past stories or activities for attention. At this point, it is going to be very uproarious and lulzy once she breaks her character straight up live. Her patience is literally draw to the close.
 
Clotso thinks she could lose some weight just walking through that seaside with that amount of weight? Bet the driving footages in Souk Sharq was meant to cover up the whole shit and that fatass only walks for a while in order to make this so real that she loses those fat gunt. You have done a bad job trying to prove them that you are going for a real exercise, Shit Prince and Clotso.
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Holy shit, those lashes. :suffering:
 
If I recall, Chantal claims she was admitted to a hospital / psych ward for her food addiction and general mental illness. She supposedly shared a room with a girl who had the opposite problem as her (either anorexia or bulimia) and would take the food intended for her.

So it does sound like at least some attempts were made to help or fix Chantal. Whether they tried hard enough or did "all they could..." we'll never know and even if we did that's ultimately subjective. Nat has far less responsibility or obligation toward Chantal than their parents.

Some parents will continually sacrifice everything for the "problem child" even at the expense of their normal children and grandkids while others will give up too early.

You just never know.

The mental health care in Canada is typically quite superficial. It's also heavily rationed since the supply doesn't come even remotely close to the demand. It's further worsened by the fact that psychologists require a PhD or PsyD (practitioners' degree, just as long) which artificially depresses the supply and raises the cost of therapy. In practice, even serious cases will have to wait several years on a waiting list, often only to be offered group therapy or meetings with a social worker. In the rare event a client receives one-on-one talk therapy, the number of sessions is rationed. Throwing meds at the problem is the go-to because it costs very little in time and human resources.

In Chantal's case, we know in retrospect she was on the pathway to developing BPD. Personality disorders require a very long treatment in talk therapy. Meds can help with more superficial symptoms, but they have no effect on the core of the problem. In other words, they require treatment that the public system is particularly unsuited to offer. It's unlikely that teen Chantal got properly seen and evaluated by a psychologist. Instead she was simply diagnosed for her more superficial issues and the deeper issues that had caused the former were left unexplored. Now that Chantal could afford private therapy, we're hitting the additional issue that you need certain personality attributes to be able to adhere to a therapy on the long run. The PD itself is making it difficult to treat the PD.

It's also worth mentioning that PDs develop from a mix of genetic and environmental factors. Most people have genetics that predispose them for one disorder or another. However, without the environmental factors to trigger them, they often don't develop into fully-fledged disorders. In other words, it's very likely that the way Chantal's teen mother and depressed grandmother treated her is directly responsible for the grotesque person she is today. Had she been raised properly, she likely still would have become an impulsive idiot - to the extent that was part of her genetics - but probably not to the level that would meet the criteria for a serious diagnosis.
 
Scatman did a nice job filming Chins stumbling around Sour Shart, or where ever, but it begs the question: is there no where in that porn-rotted amphibious brain of his that feels even slightly humiliated in having to film this pious pachyderm waddling around? Or is this less embarrassing than hawking plastic perfume and Unicity powder?
 
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