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



My fellow Kiwi-bitches! I finally found what the truth behind the G in KFG stands for and have reached the height of enlightenment. It's been there all along, obvious to us all. The answer is Kentucky Fried Goat

Talking to my coworkers today about living aboard and what the day-to-day stuff would be like, I brought up Syria and KFG (it was a totally normal conversation topic, I swear!) and immediately one of the guys responds "what does that mean even? Kentucky Fried Goat?"

Her whole scheme to me,
seems to be,
nothing but trying,
for sympathy,
playing
the fool for money,
and any donations
she could possibly see,
just making mockery,
a scam for KFG,
she could possibly eat,
while living,
in the Middle-East,
in a kitchen she don't clean,
lighting kerosenee,
next to her 'port-o-potty',
burning mac-and-cheese,
eating with uncontrolled diabetes
collecting
adsense-money,
taking
on stream a (fuckin) downey,
for her next fast-food delivery,
until her gunt is finally
let free,
of her hijab's stitchery,
wanting to BEEZE,
where she'll see
in this third world country,
she'll meet her eternal sleep

This has all been a mirage to try to officiate the real meaning meaning behind the G. It stand for Goat, none child molesters! This revolutionary truth will not be televised
 
Nice to see that fatso now has a Syrian version of fass fud, she just throws $10 at some housewife to provide her a nice meal, obviously not cooked by fatso , she might pretend to join in the work of preparing the food, just for the content of course, her end goal is to stuff her fat face with as much of the food as possible.
Fatso will always find a way to gain weight, even in a war zone where 90% of the population is going hungry. She is sprawled out like a big red slug clutching a bowl of food so large it was probably meant to feed the family.
She might be paying for the ingredients but you can bet the hell she is eating most of it herself.
 
She might be paying for the ingredients but you can bet the hell she is eating most of it herself.
Doesn't she have some sort of food-aggression?

I can't imagine her being pleasant to the people around her while food is up for grabs, and someone may try to bring home leftovers for them instead of her. What if she doesn't get enough food?

I could imagine her thought process during these moments makes her anxious, angry, and then unbearable. Like a pitbull being fed with other dogs around. I actually think she goes into fight or flight mode while the food is being dished out.
 
Fun-er fact: that's Angus Barbieri, the guy mentioned a few comments up lmao
And he only pooped once throughout the entire ordeal. I don't know why I know that.
You couldn't be more wrong about Salah. This is why reading the thread is valuable.
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Not to mention she admitted to only buying one seat and "encroaching" onto the poor bastard sitting next to her.
Unironically once I started reading deathfat threads and hearing about the 2 seat shit I have openly expressed to family and friends that my greatest fear is being seated next to someone like Chantal (I mean lets just use the size of her but assume they have a lovely personality otherwise).

I was under the impression the crew just wouldn't let them board if they didn't have 2 tickets or some shit like that. I am beyond horrified to hear that there's even a remote possibility I could be seated next to someone so large, especially on a fucking long-haul flight. It's bad enough getting seated next to a guy with broad shoulders or a bit overweight who steals your armrest real estate - I cannot express how MATI I would get if someone's fucking blubber crossed border with my fucking seat. Then again I take a bunch of shit to knock myself out when flying long-haul, but I'm not sure that could even calm me down enough from the experience of flying next to "a Chantal"

Well, I guess they don't call it "cattle class" for nothing when there are people the literal size of cows.
 
While she performs her culinary charades not so very far away bad stuff happens.
Oh look, more violence.


Doesn't she have some sort of food-aggression?

I can't imagine her being pleasant to the people around her while food is up for grabs, and someone may try to bring home leftovers for them instead of her. What if she doesn't get enough food?

I could imagine her thought process during these moments makes her anxious, angry, and then unbearable. Like a pitbull being fed with other dogs around. I actually think she goes into fight or flight mode while the food is being dished out.
I have to think that she had to play nice with the other mom rather than being the fat babushka she normally is, which is why we only saw her with a bowl at the end with a normal dinner folk.

Still though, least angering Martha Stewart mode she’s ever done.
 
She reminds me of this overfed super morbidly obese dude in Thirteen Ghosts.
And if I'm remembering the movie right, he's an actual retard who has to rely on others because he cannot function as an adult. Due in part to dear old mum treating him like a literal infant his whole life. Just add 2 points to his IQ, give him a (Slightly) less coddling mother, and you've got a Chintal.
 
And if I'm remembering the movie right, he's an actual retard who has to rely on others because he cannot function as an adult. Due in part to dear old mum treating him like a literal infant his whole life. Just add 2 points to his IQ, give him a (Slightly) less coddling mother, and you've got a Chintal.
She's actually both of the pair of ghosts: The mother was short, and her child fat.
 
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