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've been trying to fall asleep for the last hour, but it sure as hell ain't happening, so I'm going to share with you the hypothetical question that keeps me awake.

What if 40 years ago, Smee gave birth to a boy? Not to a Chantal, but to a Charles, Pierre or a Jean-Marie instead?

How would this alternate dimension function? How would the hypothetical Mr. Sarault's life go? Does he even become a lolcow? Or an NHL hall of famer? Or just a simple, Cornt, ON crackhead? Does daddy leave? Maybe he develops hobbies and interests, be it sports, computers, cars or probably even medicine?

Could all of Chantal's problems in life be due to her gender and could be summarized and deconstructed to a simple "bitches be crazy"?

Is the life of a morbidly obese man easier than the life of a morbidly obese woman?

Thank you for listening to my insomnia rant.
 
How would the hypothetical Mr. Sarault's life go?
We already know.

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Edit: @Thumb Butler I don't want to shit up the thread but must add to your comment. I don't want her to transform, I want her to stay Mariam—hijab and all—and OnlyHams whore exactly like that. Picture her getting chased at the Orange Julep by a mob of imported muzzies that recognize her as the deathfat pig who shit on a Quran for OF.
 
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I've been trying to fall asleep for the last hour, but it sure as hell ain't happening, so I'm going to share with you the hypothetical question that keeps me awake.

What if 40 years ago, Smee gave birth to a boy? Not to a Chantal, but to a Charles, Pierre or a Jean-Marie instead?

How would this alternate dimension function? How would the hypothetical Mr. Sarault's life go? Does he even become a lolcow? Or an NHL hall of famer? Or just a simple, Cornt, ON crackhead? Does daddy leave? Maybe he develops hobbies and interests, be it sports, computers, cars or probably even medicine?

Could all of Chantal's problems in life be due to her gender and could be summarized and deconstructed to a simple "bitches be crazy"?

Is the life of a morbidly obese man easier than the life of a morbidly obese woman?

Thank you for listening to my insomnia rant.
Boy Chantal would be a deadbeat Cornt crackhead, possibly with some children he never sees. He'd be among the plethora of white trash men sucking up resources and contributing nothing to society, but he'd probably at least be doing it mostly offline.

Unless he was gay. Then he'd be Canada's Nickocado instead of Canada's Amberlynn Reid.
 
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I’m going back to Kuwait.
I got a bit nostalgic for Canada but when I get here my feelings change. Moving here feels like a step back. There will be no going back to how things were. I love my new life as a revert and despite not being perfect I will get closer to Allah, inshallah.
The vibe in the middle east is best.
Islamic countries are best
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(Why do those sentences sound like Salad speaking, not Gunt?)
Supporters have threatened to unsub if I choose a direction in life they don’t like. I say please leave. I don’t need fairweather followers. Boundaries, people. If any of you who sent me money for my new place here want it back let me know and I will return it to you no problem.
I’ve changed too much to enjoy living here now. Whether you believe it or not, it’s not my job to convince people of anything. My husband vowed to take good care of me and to support me even more on my health journey if I return. I will take more of a break now. I will focus on myself. See you.

FARMERS, DO NOT DESPAIR! ALL IS NOT LOST!
June is the hottest month of the Kuwaiti year. We have lots of red, sweaty content to look forward to in about seven short weeks.

Also, so the “I’m never again living in a country where pot is illegal” comment has aged beautifully.
 
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Well, Chantal just blew her best chance at making it to her next birthday with all her limbs. (There goes her mental health appointment, no doubt.). Not that she was going to get a doctor any time soon, but she'd be more likely to go to the hospital if she wasn't feeling good in Canada.

Confirmation that her broke ass can't rent *anything* in Leafland, and no one is willing to take her in for anything more than a short visit.

*Sigh* Ok, Kiwis!! If we're lucky, we might get something entertaining, like "Amputation Beeze", or maybe "The Air Conditioner is Broken in July Livestream".

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ETA, because I'm a retard who hit enter too soon - Kudos to the Farmer who posted how much airfare is to creamy Kuwait. My math is probably off, but.....that amount is roughly the average FFG reaction superchat total, isn't it?

Looks like she don't need no ham fart huffing HUZZBAND, Chantal. She can afford a business class seat, thanks to you.
 
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What if 40 years ago, Smee gave birth to a boy? Not to a Chantal, but to a Charles, Pierre or a Jean-Marie instead?

How would this alternate dimension function?
He already exists, and his name is Nickocado Avocado. I swear to fucking god, those two are like twin souls or some shit, and if they ever reunited and staged a live mukbang, eating from the same trough together, in the same location, the world would come to an immediate fiery end. If you need proof there's a benevolent God, it's in the fact those two have never met face-to-face.

And she's going back to Kuwait? I guess apartment-hunting went even more badly than I expected.
 
The walls are closing in. No more running away from her problems. She lacks the money and the health. Time to choose where you die, Chins.
She claims to be torn between Kuwait and Canadia as if they’re both her homes.

In fact, Gunt’s problem is the exact opposite; she doesn’t feel at-home everywhere, she feels at-home NOWHERE.

What a fucking miserable excuse for a human being.
 
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