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

[Cherry Pie]

There's speculation about what she is high on. She probably has left over pain pills for her back and/or complains about it and Poop Scoop gets it for her

I've heard that she pesters Charmin to get it from his sister, but I dunno. Unlike him, she actually has a life. I don't think she'd risk her career and potentially her freedom by illegally prescribing narcotics for her loser brother's pet hog.

 

[2021lockoutpunishment]

I’m Canadian and I lived and worked in Kuwait for 20 years (just about) I can for sure clear up a few things people say.
1. A pharmacist assistant in Kuwait wouldn’t be risking her reputation to steal narcotics for anyone IMO, especially a pig like her. Anyone who says so has never been to Kuwait.
2. Hashish and alcohol is absolutely available with no problem if are discreet And pretty easily for foreigners There are also other substances available. Medications are not common and she would have no access, even by a dr unless she were in hospital under care And they felt it appropriate.
3 Syriams are considered the lowest of the low. Dirty, dishonest and dumb, even if they are exceptional people.
4. The building she lives in is not in a nice area- I mean not a slum but not great at all and it’s for single women mostly- Salah can not live there And I can almost guarantee he either comes under the cover of darkness, under the guise of being doordash or they have fake documents saying he is her brother. He could have paid someone to look the other way but I doubt that because he is Syrian and no one trusts Syrians there.

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[Peripatetic Nomad]

I've heard that she pesters Charmin to get it from his sister, but I dunno. Unlike him, she actually has a life. I don't think she'd risk her career and potentially her freedom by illegally prescribing narcotics for her loser brother's pet hog.

His sister is purportedly a pharmacist. Pharmacists can't prescribe anything. Only doctors, nurse practitioners (NPs), and physician's assistants (PA's) can prescribe medicine. However, I agree with your sentiment, i.e., I don't think she's supplying them with drugs. Someone speculated that, and others took it and ran with it. Most likely total bullshit.

 

[TrainWreckSpotter]

She can ABSOLUTELY get THC in Kuwait. Illegal drug trafficking goes on all over the world, even in creamy, pious countries. I wouldn't blame Shitlah one bit for doing whatever it takes to placate The Beast, at least for now. He romance-scammed her, now he's stuck with her. Shit, she lavished more money and goods on Nader and it took him a long time to finally get rid of her. (Her lonely-ass streams from the luxury hotel in Montreal, with the promise of a ride to Gatineau for his court date, weed care package, and "See what you made me do because I couldn't be with you?" red room picture of the Tony goy she supposedly slept with were no longer enough to lure him. That mini arc will always be a classic.)

 

[Burger King]

I'm watching old racist movies and it's so funny to hear them refer to Kuwait as a shithole.

 

[pippeyyy]

I’m Canadian and I lived and worked in Kuwait for 20 years (just about) I can for sure clear up a few things people say.
1. A pharmacist assistant in Kuwait wouldn’t be risking her reputation to steal narcotics for anyone IMO, especially a pig like her. Anyone who says so has never been to Kuwait.
2. Hashish and alcohol is absolutely available with no problem if are discreet And pretty easily for foreigners There are also other substances available. Medications are not common and she would have no access, even by a dr unless she were in hospital under care And they felt it appropriate.
3 Syriams are considered the lowest of the low. Dirty, dishonest and dumb, even if they are exceptional people.
4. The building she lives in is not in a nice area- I mean not a slum but not great at all and it’s for single women mostly- Salah can not live there And I can almost guarantee he either comes under the cover of darkness, under the guise of being doordash or they have fake documents saying he is her brother. He could have paid someone to look the other way but I doubt that because he is Syrian and no one trusts Syrians there.

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Didn't Salad admit that the building was mostly for single women and told on themselves in the process during a Livestream? Or am I misremembering?

 

[Angry New Ager]

Didn't Salad admit that the building was mostly for single women and told on themselves in the process during a Livestream? Or am I misremembering?

I can't remember if it was he or Chantal, but they admitted that single women could live in that building, but they didn't go all-out and say that it was a building specifically for single women.

 

[San Dimas High School]

I've heard that she pesters Charmin to get it from his sister, but I dunno. Unlike him, she actually has a life. I don't think she'd risk her career and potentially her freedom by illegally prescribing narcotics for her loser brother's pet hog.

What is this fan fiction? The last thing anyone's said about his sister was Alaa saying she went to a pharmacy school and is unemployed. For all we know she's exactly like he is.

 

[Tiresome]

He romance-scammed her, now he's stuck with her.

He by no means is stuck with her. There is no legal marriage. This is his turf, and if she tried to get him deported for his betrayal the authorities wouldn't give a shit about the non-citizen whale. That's literally all she could do besides bellow back to Canada and try to find another Arab loser.

Actually, that would by far be the most ideal outcome. Gunt is far too sick and far too broke to make pulling another desperate foreigner easy or quick.

 

[The Judean People's Front]

it’s for single women mostly- Salah can not live there

I'm curious about this - you said the area is mostly for single women. What does that mean? Like, the block? The general area of the city? How do you know Sally can't live there?

Sorry to pester, but this thread gets so much different info going through it - half speculation because of rule #1 - and I would be really curious if you have hard evidence of all this or if it's just more speculation (which is fine, I'm just trying to parse shit out).

 

[Windy Moors]

Maybe the visits to see the camels has another purpose, other than filming boring content. Salad is buying 'large animal' sedation drugs from the camel owners. He crushes them up and adds them to her fake parmesan shakers.

"Blease baby take more cheese. No, I no want any, all for you my sweet camel."

 

[Angry New Ager]

Maybe the visits to see the camels has another purpose, other than filming boring content. Salad is buying 'large animal' sedation drugs from the camel owners. He crushes them up and adds them to her fake parmesan shakers.

"Blease baby take more cheese. No, I no want any, all for you my sweet camel."

I see it more as he's waiting for her to get kicked, or fall down while fleeing an annoyed camel, so he can say, "Baby, I cannot pick you up like Kaibella! Do not worry; I go to get help," and just not come back for a while (if ever).

 

[often puzzled]

You'll never guess what Chantal uploaded: another mukbang! How original and unexpected! This one is called "ROAST SMOTHERED IN GRAVY CHATTY MUKBANG."

Here's the yewtube link.
Just Saying provided an archived copy on Twitter, and you can watch it here.

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Spoiler: a very puzzled summary

• midi music opening.
• Horrible new Cameo ad with terrible and weird singing.
• No pretense at food prep. We just start directly at the mukbangin' table.
• "Yes, it's chicken and rice again, but guess what? It's smothered in gravy!"
• Looking radiant and mentally robust:

• "I actually made this bird myself." What a peculiar way to put it.
• Double breast, which she says she probably won't eat all of (X). Says that the rice is what's leftover from yesterday. According to her, there was enough leftover rice to feed both of them [she gestured off to the side to indicate Salah's unseen presence] and there will still be more left for later.
• Gravy is a chicken gravy made with drippings from the chicken. Southern grandmas everywhere are weeping.
• Posts the recipe, if any of you really hate yourselves and enjoy having a hypertensive crisis:

• Weird plinky royalty-free music over recipe card. This isn't relevant to anything, but I find it personally offensive.
• Says she's not wearing her ring-- "I'm not divorced." Says she was doing "some messy cleaning" and took it off. Does not explain what could possibly be messy in that tiny and barren fartbox (the apartment, not her missing womb). Also does not explain why she couldn't just put the ring back on (because fat and lazy).
• Asks all the "married couples" if "you guys wear your rings all the time." Takes hers off sometimes because she doesn't want it to get "lost or dirty or whatever."
• She's digging the spoon around in the rice before eating. I always like to mention this, since so many of you enjoy watching her play with her food.
• Says she loves chicken and immediately puts the spoon down and dives in with her fingers. The chicken is giving off steam, but that doesn't stop her.
• I swear that she only moved to the Middle East because she can finally just eat with her trotters, like the unhinged porcine princess she is.
• Announces that this will be a "messy mukbang" and produces a roll of paper towels from under the mukbang setup (still no napkins, apparently-- likely a low priority, since you can't eat them).
• "YUM! Everything is pretty much drenched in gravy, so . . ."
• BEAUTY BITE:

• That's one brown meal.
• Rice clinging to her lower lip as of the first bite. She doesn't seem to notice.
• The way she and Peetz manhandle cutlery fascinates me:

• She is attempting to cut the chicken with her serving spoon. This is not a drill. She says: "I'm not gonna get a fork." I hope someone clips this. "Yes, I'm lazy, whatever."
• Burns herself on the hot chicken, squeals, turns it into singing noises. It's all as bad as you're imagining.
• Announces she spends to much time on TikTok. WE KNOW. Honestly, I blame TikTok for having a role in the decline of her content. It's utterly rotted what remained of her tiny pitiful brain.
• Says Bronski Beat by Smalltown Boy is trending on TikTok. "If you've been following my channel for a long time, you know." Raises eyebrows. What she's expecting us to remember-- and I apparently do remember and prefer not to think about what that says about me-- is that DeeDee had this song on a playlist.
• "I'm literally traumatized by that song," she says, while making this face:

• It's apparently part of an 80s dance challenge on TikTok (I hate TikTok so much). I guess she's going to explain this to us now. Quality content: listening to a fat woman who never goes outside explain (poorly) what she saw on TikTok, a visual app.
• Takes a swing of water, makes this face:

• Breaks out that image of her face, puts it in black and white, puts some dramatic music over it. This is gunty trying-- and failing-- to be in on the joke that is her life.
• "I need to chew my rice more. Do you ever have, like, rice that like goes down really hard?" Uh. No?
• Back to pawing the chicken. I keep pausing for screenshots, because, well . . . :

• Silence. Gnawing chicken.
• Back to the song: "let's just say it reminds me of a weekend from hell." Or, as the rest of us like to call it, the good ol' days, when this was entertaining.
• Piers Morgan interviewed the real-life Baby Reindeer woman, she tells us. The woman is now claiming to be the victim and wants to sue the "actual victim" (a guy? I haven't seen this and can't really follow). "So . . . that'll be, uh, interesting."
• Says she won't be able to watch the interview because she can't stand listening to her talk for a long time-- "kind of like how you guys feel about me" (you read my mind).
• Says "mmm, chicken and gravy." Sings: "I'm addicted, and I just can't get enough." You don't have to be a psychologist, do you?
• The song "i like the way you kiss me" is also trending on TikTok. Remember when we just had top 40 radio? Sigh. The days of innocence.
• Still going back and forth between trying to cut chicken with the side of her totally not a serving spoon and tearing it with her hands.
• Faces of food addiction:

• Julia appears and walks across the back of the sofa, like the skinny shitlord she is.
• Just look at the state of her paws:

• "So, a lot of people like to ask me things about Islam." BITCH WHO?
• One of the questions these imaginary people from her imaginary people ask is: what she likes the most about Islam, and what she's learned from Islam. That's actually two questions, but whatever.
• Says she's learned about charity and that's changed how she is as a person. I'll give you all a break to laugh until you choke like you're eating unchewed rice. Charity, says the least-charitable woman in the world, who is eating a gigantic plate of food alone in her apartment, where she supposedly lives with the fake husband that she bought.
• Talking about zakat, one of the Pillars of Islam. Says you're supposed to donate 2.5% of your savings (it's net assets, technically, but none of you are watching this woman to learn actual facts about Islam).
• Falls into silence as she eats and digs around her plate.
• Says that she used to-- "before I was Muslim"-- "my donations would consist of [various filler words] here and there." Says she'd donate a dollar when they asked if she wanted to make a donation at the store (when they ask you if you'll add a charitable donation to your total). Silence. This is apparently literally the only thing she can think of that she's ever done.
• Zakat taught her the "true meaning of charity." It makes her feel like she's doing something, "like we're not just hoarding all your money." You're not hoarding your money, though. You're eating it.
• Her eyes are darting all over during this discussion of charity, incidentally.
• Material possessions and wealth won't matter one day, not "in the eyes of God." Sooooo, you're saying that you're super-super broke?
• All that matters is "how kind you were in life." Chantal is screwed (but not by Salah, obviously).
• ". . . and trying your best to make a difference in some way" (spoon audibly scrapes across teeth as the dying woman eats alone).
• ". . . and the intention behind those good deeds." The jokes write themselves.
• "If you do them for personal gain, doesn't count."
• She looks like a nun in this getup, and she might as well be preaching about tithing and acts of Christian charity. It's kind of impressive that she doesn't seem to know how common these teachings are across various religions.
• She is thrilled by the prospect of charity, guise:

• It's "ALMOST three percent of our earnings." Yes. 2.5%. You said. Rounding up does not impress Allah or anyone else.
• "Um."
• Chewing.
• Spoon scraping on teeth.
• This is just fascinating.
• "And."
• More silence.
• Picking at chicken with fingers.
• Says again that it's yearly. She has clearly exhausted all she knows about this topic. And, to be clear, she knows less than a college freshman who is taking world religion 101 to fulfill a humanities requirement.
• "When you think about it, that money would have probably just gone to food for me." I don't actually even have to think about it to know that.
• She's Muslim-splaining with food on her face:

• "It makes you appreciate what you have." I will point out that she already said this isn't about what it does for you, and yet she's telling us how charity benefits her.
• "I mean, I have all this income." Yes, it's on a plate in front of you. Your income can also be seen in takeout containers and laptops purchased for random brown men.
• "It's an important thing in Islam." And other major world religions. And for people who aren't even religious. But sure, Allah's got a monopoly on this one.
• "I really try not to be a selfish person in life." BITCH WHERE?
• This is the face that accompanied the remark about trying not to be selfish:

• ". . . anymore. At many points in my life, I've been selfish."
• "That's one of the things that's really softened my heart a lot." No, no: it's your liver that's soft. Your heart is hardening.
• "Well, that was good." Says she's not going to eat the rest of the chicken, which looks pretty picked-over to me. Says she might use the rest to make a chicken noodle soup.
• Says she had "the most horrible nightmare." In it, she was trapped in a tiny, pathetic apartment in a sweltering foreign country, paying the way of a very retarded autist who didn't even love her. She'd given up her cats and every comfort in her home country . . . oh, wait, that's not the nightmare. I got ahead of her.
• Right, so the actual nightmare was from something she saw on TikTok right before she went to sleep. Pictures of pastor Kenneth Copeland (Polissa, is this you?). They may have been photoshopped, she says.
• Inserts the images:

• Please don't recite your dream. She always starts with dream narratives when she's trying to fill up space in a video.
• So, yeah, she's reciting the dream. He was chasing after her (strolling casually, one assumes). Says she can't run in her dreams, that it's even worse than her inability to run in real life.
• He was trying to tickle her feet. Therapy, gunt. You need therapy.
• "Anyway! I guess that's it for now."
• Salah had rice and chicken legs, according to our unreliable narrator.
• Talking about how she cooked the chicken (poorly). She mentions using olive oil, which isn't actually in the recipe card she shared.
• Says she doesn't have on makeup, except for "residual" makeup.
• She appreciates all of us (X).
• She wishes us well (X) and hopes we're doing well (X).
• Gunt out!

I'll grab an archive and attach it to this if no one beats me to it.

Archive via Just Saying on Twitter (link at beginning of post):

I've uploaded a very potato quality archive, but you can follow the link to JS's post to watch it in all its non-potato glory.

 

[Stroppy Trollop]

Somewhere deep inside Chantal's tiny, smooth brain, she knows the jig is up. She knows she's fucked and the end is nearer than she wants to admit.

Bitch needs to go back to Leafland, rent a shitty hovel in the Cornt with Pee, rip off the heeejab, strip down to an ill-fitting bra, swallow a few wheelchairs whole, order in $300 worth of Red Lobster and then, tell us what really happened in kreamy Koo-Koo Kooweight.

After, she can start a new harasssment campaign against Methy and Big Dees.

And then, her fat-encased heart will finally explode in a blaze of gravy, Inshartllah.

 

[Schmooo]

"ROAST SMOTHERED IN GRAVY CHATTY MUKBANG."

Charity has softened her heart, Haydurs.

 

[Goatchoker]

I need to know why ketchup is acceptable in gravy.

Her eyelids are so fat. Wild to see how fat distribution works. She has given up 100%

Why the spoon?! Holy shit.

 

[The Judean People's Front]

If you do them for personal gain, doesn't count."

She's so transparent, and I gotta think Allah counts it as a braggy no-no even if you dance around how much you gave to whom. She's just bragging in the third person. She literally cannot do something selflessly.

 

[TeracottaPah]

“”like we're not just hoarding all your money."

It’s extra comical considering she just admitted that people donated $30-some odd dollars to her. That she didn’t refund.

You know, cuz she needed help desperately to find a place to live in Canada.

Kinda back-ass-wards to go on about how you’re so charitable after dry begging online and keeping misplaced funds.

 

[DontEatThat_2.0]

He by no means is stuck with her. There is no legal marriage. This is his turf, and if she tried to get him deported for his betrayal the authorities wouldn't give a shit about the non-citizen whale. That's literally all she could do besides bellow back to Canada and try to find another Arab loser.

Actually, that would by far be the most ideal outcome. Gunt is far too sick and far too broke to make pulling another desperate foreigner easy or quick.

Thats the thing, and a comical one at that. Both of these retards can simply put their hands up and go "Fuck it, ive wasted time and money for this shit and its gotten me nowhere." However they keep playing along this charade with their heads so far up their asses their initial benefits (agreements) have evaporated in the desert sun. Now theyre kind of just stuck in the shitty position they put themselves in.

 

[catbyte]

Prettier than 90% of YouTube, guise...

ETA: I could've gone the rest of my life without watching that degenerate eye fucking himself again and listening to Cutie's idiotic staccato laugh.
@Billie Ross said: "They look like two retards."

Amen.