In a way, this was a very fitting New Year video. Hats off to Clotso.
She did manage to succeed in not spending New Year's Eve at her mukbang table for a third year in a row. She is actually oat and aboat.
Spending New Years in a shabby motel for no real discernible reason works pretty well as a metaphor for the crossroads she is at. As a mukbanger, she has just publicly announced, yet again, that she can't do mukbangs... The air is full of tacit resolutions that aren't ever quite verbalized.
The fact that she kicks off with a whopper of a lie has some poetic justice as well. Poor me! All alone on New Years Eve! What I would give to be with Bibi and my cats, it is all I want in the world. How sad for me to be all alone! [Peetz bumbles through the door] This says all it needs to say to any newcomer who happens upon her video although nobody really noticed until she had to explain herself in her latest upload. And she is still trolling for pity in the title, even as she confesses lying again! That kind of chutzpah has been fairly absent lately; glad to see she hasn't lost it.
So, to what end is all this sociopathic pity partying? I don't think Clotso has thought it that far out. Should we pity her so that we are onboard her latest weightloss attempt? Should we pity her so that we can forgive her when she fails to even make a weightloss attempt? Should we pity her because she can no longer do mukbangs? Or should we pity her because her uncontrollable disease makes her do more mukbangs? The problem with being a pity vampire is you have to know how to channel the pity you receive to use it to your advantage. Chantal is too dumb to think on such abstract levels, so with her, all pity is good.
Those not inclined to pity her should have found more to loathe in the Motel Series of videos.
So, now it is January 2, and the holiday glow fades as normal life kicks in. This doesn't directly affect our unemployed, retired mukbanger, whose days are all the same anyway. But she's gonna have to face the content issue once again, and decide if it is going to be cheeseburger poutine or rotten grape elixir. Decision ought to be forthcoming; she has absolutely nothing to stall with.
Side note on Peetz: Peetz is the precise guy the world had in mind when it invented "cuck" as a term. Both in the literal, traditional sense but also in the modern, 2010's sense. Look at how he runs in and out and in and out to the ice machine and the soda machine and wherever else his fatass broad tells him to go, as she wipes fake tears over her beloved Bibi. lolol. How does Peetz see himself? Just look at his self-description on Twitter: Cishet white male, he/him. Proud SJW. Who would willingly describe himself this way? A cuck would, that's who...
