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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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WTF is this shit? Is this really a landscape video edited into portrait mode? Total Mobile-User Death!
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Chantel: "I'm just looking at the ocean. It's relaxing."
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We really do not need to have Chantal to tell us how the appointment went. All her problems are chronic conditions that she did nothing to resolve. So, we should expect that all her tests show that her A1C, kidney functions, heart and lungs functions, and liver functions are getting worse. I suspect that her health is getting so bad that she cannot afford treatment in Kuwait and will need to go back to Canada for free health care. She needs to get her next visa-run by the end of June, and this would fit right in.
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Let me guess.
She took her fas fud to this construction site so she could be away from the stares, pointing and laughing that she fears.
She wants to be alone with her one true love; Food.
Am I right?
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Every time Chantal goes out during the day, I'm reminded that her "neighborhood" can qualify to be the status of a shithole.
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She was live earlier eating and shitting all over Kuweight again.
Recap of “44°C Weather Hangout”
Another day in Foodieverse, where it’s hotter than Satan’s sauna, and logic has long since packed its bags & fled. Our Queen of Chaos graces us with her presence because nothing says self-care like streaming in desert heat while broadcasting a gastrointestinal horror story.
We open to Foodie looking like a baked ham left out on the counter too long—face extra puffy, complete with glasses imprints so deep you could use them to mold Play-Doh. She’s rocking a signature look: face dotted with mystery food stains, looking like she wrestled a plate of butter chicken and lost. Badly.
She immediately informs us that she just wrapped up a mukbang because apparently, digesting in private is for peasants—and that the butter chicken wreaked absolute havoc on her plumbing. Cue diarrhea confession #197. No filter. No shame. Just vibes.
Salah, the ever-elusive husband-figure, is “busy.” Read: nonexistent. But don’t worry, he’ll resurface later in the chat to deliver passive-aggressive shade and moral support that screams, “I’m being paid in shawarma.
”Foodie hits the road next, turning the camera around as she proceeds to terrorize the streets of Kuwait with her driving .She cuts people off like she’s auditioning for “Fast & the Flatulent,” then has the gall to rage at others for doing exactly what she just did—stopping to get juice. Juice! Because, in her words, paraphrased of course, “Diabetes? Never heard of her.”
Then she has to poop again. So she pulls over, vanishes into a bathroom, and leaves viewers stranded in awkward silence for SEVEN minutes like we’re all hostages in a bowel-based escape room. When she returns, it’s back to the car for more bad driving and monologues about cheese, jealousy, and how everyone totally wants her life. Yes, sis. We all aspire to spend our days bingeing pina colada mix from the bottle and rage-eating in heatstroke conditions. #Goals
We get a fun little detour into marital red-flag land, where she drops hints that Salah may not be the most chill guy when it comes to her being “nice” to the male juice vendor. Yes, the old “controlling fake husband” narrative to spice things up—because this livestream needed more uncomfortable energy.
Eventually, she plops herself at a picnic table, and waxes poetic about… cheese. Truly, Foodie’s mind is a wonderland. The call to prayer happens, and she blinks right through it like someone ignoring a fire alarm during nap time. Priorities!
Suddenly, she’s fishing for super chats and cameo sales like a digital telethon. “Support my adventures!” she pleads, meaning “Pay me to binge from the couch while pretending I’m living my best life.” Hardee’s cup appears out of nowhere—surprise! She already snuck food during the drive. The crinkling bag earlier? Mystery solved, Scooby.
Salah pops into the chat just in time to troll her on her health talk. She babbles something about wanting to “get healthy to travel,” and Salah, channeling every fed-up viewer, responds with: “Healthier aha okie dokie lol.” We see you, faux hubby. We see you.
They return home to the fartbox, where she goes off-camera for the wheezy Everest ascent to her couch. Five minutes of dead air later, she returns, drenched in sweat and looking like she just ran a marathon. She plants herself in her signature sealing-the-fate couch pose and casually announces her next content gem: “What I eat in a day as a binge eater.” Surely YouTube’s TOS compliance team is asleep at the wheel, probably watching mukbangs themselves.
Cue a bickering session with Salah over whether to order food. She’s “too full,” then “maybe just a bite,” and he delivers the ultimate clapback: “I thought you were friggin full.” Iconic.
She finally logs off, blaming a dying phone, not her dying dignity. Because when you’ve rage-driven through Kuwait, pooped twice, told on yourself multiple times, and somehow still ended up with Hardee’s, it’s probably time to call it a day.
Another day in Foodieverse, where it’s hotter than Satan’s sauna, and logic has long since packed its bags & fled. Our Queen of Chaos graces us with her presence because nothing says self-care like streaming in desert heat while broadcasting a gastrointestinal horror story.
We open to Foodie looking like a baked ham left out on the counter too long—face extra puffy, complete with glasses imprints so deep you could use them to mold Play-Doh. She’s rocking a signature look: face dotted with mystery food stains, looking like she wrestled a plate of butter chicken and lost. Badly.
She immediately informs us that she just wrapped up a mukbang because apparently, digesting in private is for peasants—and that the butter chicken wreaked absolute havoc on her plumbing. Cue diarrhea confession #197. No filter. No shame. Just vibes.
Salah, the ever-elusive husband-figure, is “busy.” Read: nonexistent. But don’t worry, he’ll resurface later in the chat to deliver passive-aggressive shade and moral support that screams, “I’m being paid in shawarma.
”Foodie hits the road next, turning the camera around as she proceeds to terrorize the streets of Kuwait with her driving .She cuts people off like she’s auditioning for “Fast & the Flatulent,” then has the gall to rage at others for doing exactly what she just did—stopping to get juice. Juice! Because, in her words, paraphrased of course, “Diabetes? Never heard of her.”
Then she has to poop again. So she pulls over, vanishes into a bathroom, and leaves viewers stranded in awkward silence for SEVEN minutes like we’re all hostages in a bowel-based escape room. When she returns, it’s back to the car for more bad driving and monologues about cheese, jealousy, and how everyone totally wants her life. Yes, sis. We all aspire to spend our days bingeing pina colada mix from the bottle and rage-eating in heatstroke conditions. #Goals
We get a fun little detour into marital red-flag land, where she drops hints that Salah may not be the most chill guy when it comes to her being “nice” to the male juice vendor. Yes, the old “controlling fake husband” narrative to spice things up—because this livestream needed more uncomfortable energy.
Eventually, she plops herself at a picnic table, and waxes poetic about… cheese. Truly, Foodie’s mind is a wonderland. The call to prayer happens, and she blinks right through it like someone ignoring a fire alarm during nap time. Priorities!
Suddenly, she’s fishing for super chats and cameo sales like a digital telethon. “Support my adventures!” she pleads, meaning “Pay me to binge from the couch while pretending I’m living my best life.” Hardee’s cup appears out of nowhere—surprise! She already snuck food during the drive. The crinkling bag earlier? Mystery solved, Scooby.
Salah pops into the chat just in time to troll her on her health talk. She babbles something about wanting to “get healthy to travel,” and Salah, channeling every fed-up viewer, responds with: “Healthier aha okie dokie lol.” We see you, faux hubby. We see you.
They return home to the fartbox, where she goes off-camera for the wheezy Everest ascent to her couch. Five minutes of dead air later, she returns, drenched in sweat and looking like she just ran a marathon. She plants herself in her signature sealing-the-fate couch pose and casually announces her next content gem: “What I eat in a day as a binge eater.” Surely YouTube’s TOS compliance team is asleep at the wheel, probably watching mukbangs themselves.
Cue a bickering session with Salah over whether to order food. She’s “too full,” then “maybe just a bite,” and he delivers the ultimate clapback: “I thought you were friggin full.” Iconic.
She finally logs off, blaming a dying phone, not her dying dignity. Because when you’ve rage-driven through Kuwait, pooped twice, told on yourself multiple times, and somehow still ended up with Hardee’s, it’s probably time to call it a day.
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I think if Chantal gets herself in trouble in Kuwait, it may be during an emergency shit stop. Toilet etiquette is important in the Muslim world. One is supposed to enter the bathroom in a particular manner (right foot first) while saying a particular phrase. There are rules for how to clean yourself after using the toilet. One is meant to leave the bathroom in a particular manner (left foot first—-I think; I may have messed up the order) while saying another phrase.
I don’t think she is smart or hygienic enough to do it correctly. I can see this making someone really angry (or just plain disgusted by her filth). If the religious police ever come to see her, I think her pig like toilet habits will be the reason.
I don’t think she is smart or hygienic enough to do it correctly. I can see this making someone really angry (or just plain disgusted by her filth). If the religious police ever come to see her, I think her pig like toilet habits will be the reason.
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The gunt is above all laws and she will never get in trouble, TROLE.
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Even the laws of nature?
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He's not a Chantal sock or a Beezer. He's one of those uncivilized faggots from the other side of the forum who occasionally wander over to try and rile us rather than participate.
There have been references to GW over yonder regarding the use of niggermarking and watermarking clips, and I mentioned our @It's All So Tiresome
's use of logomarking her clips since last year.
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Someone said those men are eating ice cream? My eyes aren’t that good but if that’s true, it’s even funnier she walked over to the corner of the restaurant to “feed the cats.”
Which means her food aggression is so wild, she walked over there, saw the men eating ice cream, and then she wanted ice cream. LOL.
Which means her food aggression is so wild, she walked over there, saw the men eating ice cream, and then she wanted ice cream. LOL.
Yaba’s stream from today: 1:31:40 I wish I could clip.
Chantal isn’t able to mute while she falls back into the car and she screams what sounds like “shit!”
Then the car wobbles.
Not much longer, she won’t be able to fit.
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WHAT I ATE TODAY BINGE-FREE
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Just to be clear, she has never been medically diagnosed with binge eating disorder.
That paper work she showed us a couple years back specifically said she was at that doctor to "be seen for suspected binge eating disorder."
I'm not saying she doesn't have BED, but it is a self-diagnosis. She loves to use that term because it means she has a "disease" and it's not her fault she can't stop stuffing her face.
That paper work she showed us a couple years back specifically said she was at that doctor to "be seen for suspected binge eating disorder."
I'm not saying she doesn't have BED, but it is a self-diagnosis. She loves to use that term because it means she has a "disease" and it's not her fault she can't stop stuffing her face.
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I’m pretty sure there’s a lot of commercials if you want to go watch somebody eat Hardee’s in a car.
Wasn’t it said folks with BED will eat practically anything, even if it’s inedible and can be hazardous to your health?
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Damn, that 4H HAWG is looking jowly, doughy, and clammy. Nice cyanosis coming along Hyuk Hyuk!
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Have you seen her giant boiler? Tell me how that doesn’t defy nature.
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She's full of shit (literally). Fast food EVERY DAY? It's not normal, as much as she tries to normalize it.
ETA: I'm beginning to think she DID go to the doctor, got bad news, and is eating her way through it.
ETA: I'm beginning to think she DID go to the doctor, got bad news, and is eating her way through it.
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