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 forgot to add the orange soda, which assuming it was from a bottle, is probably 180 calories maybe? So this monstrous creature just ate 1608 calories in one sitting. And she even said this will put her over her calories for the day. So she probably either ate more earlier in the day, or fully plans to eat more later. Or, since she looks exactly the same as she did in her other video, this and the sushi was filmed in one day. What a tub of lard.



Not that I'm one to defend her but ham steak is not what she ate. She had some ham slices. That sandwich with 2 slices of cheddar probably had around 450-500 kcal each. Which is still a lot to inhale in one sitting considering she just finished her sushi meal 10 mins before
 
I'm sure Peetz is fully aware of all of her dirtiness, eating patterns and quirks. He lived with her for years and she doesn't hold back anything when he is around. But now I'm sure, in light of the stupid twitter shit, we will probably not be seeing him a lot in her videos. He is like Becky after awhile: I don't want to deal with your youtube crap.
 
Absolutely. Chinny's self worth and validation is tied up in "I have a boyfriend". We've all knows chicks like this, fat or not. They'll stick with some dude no matter how bad of a loser he is, if he mistreats her, cheats on her, just for the bragging rights of, "At least I have a boyfriend".

In Chinny's case, Bibi seems like a fairly decent hardworking guy. Deep down she knows that her future prospects are very limited. Me thinks the cow doth protest too much with regards to Peetz. IF they move in together Chinny will at the very least make sexual overtures to Peetz because he is the only male that will give her a modicum of the sexual validation that she craves so badly. I just hope she remembers to bring the broomstick from the old apartment.
It's certainly true that Cuntal only trades in male attention, but I don't think she'll want sex from Peetz. Would you? She'll only want him for the same thing she's been using him for throughout her YouTube career: as a prop to try to evidence to uncaring strangers that she gets attention from men, because Bibi won't come near her (and hasn't for years). I think she's eating her feelings so hard these days that she doesn't want sex anyway; same as Amber. If Peetz died today she'd hunt for a different biological male, very possibly a homeless one, to ostentatiously accompany her. Other people are not subjects to Chantal; they are objects.

As regards her future romantic endeavours: lol no. If she wanted to, she could find some wheezing feeder to turkey slap her backtits and he might concede to be touted on camera — we all know her only criteria in a man are a Y chromosome and verifiable-to-online-randoms existence — but as funny as it would be for her to try to date again, she wouldn't disclose anything lulzy about it. She's plenty dumb, but more than that, she's vain. When she inevitably catfishes some poor 30-something IT guy who's looking to settle down, the most we can hope for is an imaginatively amended account of it from her, between hippopotamus bites of something carb-heavy, where small penises and flatulence figure prominently as narrative motifs. She had to bully James into a relationship, and that was when she was younger, employable, thinner and saner: even when she was leagues above where she is now, she couldn't even seduce Peetz.

She's talked, and will continue to talk, about how she won't get together with Peetz, but it's always that she doesn't find him attractive, as if she's the more desirable party when she's a balding barren nutcase whose body looks like an overfilled jumbo garbage bag on two inverted traffic cones. She'll try to cultivate the idea that Peetz might have a thing for her as much as she can get away with, which, considering it's dickless Peetz, is probably quite a lot. But if she ever has anything like a "boyfriend" again, I'll be more amazed than if she had finally climbed Everest. Fittingly, she who objectifies everybody else now has no value except as a fetishist sex object. Set a Google alert for "BBW Gatineau".
 
So On Program Situation tweeted Peetz’s old tweets from this thread.

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And Peetz responded:

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Peetz also confirmed that he’s still planning on moving in with Chantal.

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Sorry Peetz! Chantal has made you a public figure by associate of her YT channel with almost 70k subs.

Also, lol home cooked meals. He clearly doesn't watch her channel.

I wonder how many pics he has saved in his comic book reactions folder.
 
Okay, so I'm thinking about Chantal throwing herself into the dating game at age 36. Many guys in that age range have been married, divorced and with kids. Or never married and likely to being eternal bachelors. So her pool is going to be small, then add in a guy into SSBBW's and then on top of that, how on a first date or when is it that you disclose that your current form of income is eating on camera and there's several hundred videos of your eating, farting, hospital visits, cycles, and even then, stumble across this thread where her YouTube and social media is basically logged of her bullshit daily. Maybe Beebs didn't care and didn't look her up, but some internet dating dude is sure as hell going to google her.

Like how does that conversation go down?

Dude: So, on your profile you say you're an online influencer, is that like on IG?
Her: yes but mostly Youtube. I do videos....
Dude: Oh, interesting! What about?
Her: Doing Mukbangs, you know, an eating show where various delicious foods are displayed and eaten on camera as a form of social interaction! Tee hee
Dude: Pardon?
Her: I eat, and I record it... and people watch me... eat.

I can, however picture her with a guy like Mukbang Fatty who is a fan of hers.
 
Everything she's told us about her online dating history involves her fatfishing any potential suitors. Shit, she even tries to fatfish YT viewers. She's going to have some bad experiences if she puts one of her overly-edited pictures on Tinder.

She can barely walk now too. She told one lover story about how she took seven flights of stairs instead of the elevator due to her fear of elevators. She can't even make it down a hallway without major issues now. How would get even get from her car into the date? This is just more aspirational trash for Chinny.

The only way she'd date again is if she developed a substantial connection online prior to meeting anyone in person. She likes to pretend she's a fearless BBW, but she's completely ashamed of herself in public. No way would she sweatily waddle into a restaurant huffing and puffing to her date, and then eat surrounded by other humans. What about a movie date? Nope, she needs to go to specific seats in specific theaters, and that would be too embarrassing to orchestrate in front of a date.

If she wants any romance, it's going to have to be from a feeder, from James, or strictly in cyberspace.
 
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Yup. They don't care people. You're just wasting your time. Two people so over this & wondering why people bother commenting -comment on Twitter & on her community page.
The 450 pound woman who spends her life with a Whopper in one hand & the other searching the Internet for her name calls this nonsense.
OK, see you tomorrow Chantal.
You'll be fatter.
 
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Yup. They don't care people. You're just wasting your time. Two people so over this & wondering why people bother commenting -comment on Twitter & on her community page.
The 450 pound woman who spends her life with a Whopper in one hand & the other searching the Internet for her name calls this nonsense.
OK, see you tomorrow Chantal.
You'll be fatter.

Oh silly Chantal. We "obsess" about you and comment about you because you are absolute comedy gold! I don't know how you still don't understand this. But please, keep bringing the comedy.

But if you went away tomorrow, we would all go on with our lives and find something else to laugh at. While you have to whore your sad and pathetic life out to feel validated and survive. So who truly is the sad case in this scenario?
 
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"Who else would you have the balls to criticize?"
People do this to everyone all the goddamn time.
Does she not understand how life works?

When you go to a restaurant and get bad service, a lot of people write reviews about it.
When you go to a store and a cashier or customer service person is rude to you, a lot of people call a manager.
When you get on the bus and someone is harassing you, you probably tell the driver.
When you go into a job interview, the interviewer will look you up and down and see what you're wearing, see what you look like. Hell, even judge your name depending on how normal it is.

People criticize people, that's how life works.
You are 'technically' an independent contractor so that means that you represent your business and going around and writing stuff like this just shows how far gone you are.

Fucking celebrities have lost jobs over old tweets nowadays. It's just how the world works.
If you want to be the 'public figure' that you claim you are, get use to this shit because that is the job you chose to do.
If it bothers you so much, go get another job. It's not fucking difficult.

No one is forcing you to put your life online, you choose to. So that means people will gossip about it.
Not because you're interesting but because it's like you're a goddamn science experiment gone horribly wrong.
Stop kidding yourself. If either of you didn't do drama, you wouldn't have written that post and Peetz would have walked away from your clogged arteries years ago.

You thrive on this shit. And when people start loosing interest, you start smelling your bras, farting and almost shitting your pants in videos to get the attention back on you.

You're not fooling anyone. Majority of the people who talk about you are actual functioning individuals. That's why they laugh at you. Because you pretend to have it all together but everyone knows you don't. Your life is just pretend. You can't even walk around a grocery store but were the creepy and weird ones? Yeah, okay. That totally makes sense.

You're the tragic person here.
 
Chantal is going to be such a cow in 2020. She's going to slut herself around and come back to us with more disgusting mukbang storytimes. It's going to be awk when she brings her dates over to where she stays with Peetz. Most things worth having tend to be too much effort for our beef n' cheddar goddess of supreme size. They'll probably move out together because both of them living at Peetz's parent's place is just not an option. So Chantal is likely to go with this solution because it is the most convenient. So I'm sipping my gravy and I know that I'm getting ahead of myself but as my blood pressure rises, I can only help but wonder how the Peetz arc will end this time?
 
Oh Chantal, if Peetz didn't give a shit he wouldn't have replied.

Me thinks you both protest too much.

How much shit do you think chinny gave peetz about those old tweets now that she knows about them? I bet peetz rolled over like the servile cuck he is and apologized and grovelled with promises of footing the bill for future fast food binges. Get ready to pay another $200 on someone who doesn't love you, you simp.
 
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This is REALLY shitposty gorls but I'm drunk, and the day her writing doesn't deserve mockery the sun will rise in the west. I spoilered it.


Chantal is my personal hero.

  • Hey hey! Just want to put a general statement out there: Seems Peetz and I are getting a bunch more attention lately in the form of terribly bored individuals digging up old tweets, my linked in etc and all I have to say about that is 1-Peetz doesn't do drama and 2-knock yourselves out lol.

You're not "getting attention". You wish, heifer. I don't know what a 1-Peetz or are 2-knock are (English Hons queen of hyphenation!!! You'd think she'd know what a colon is for!!!!!) but I'm glad to see the two things that are "all [you] have to say" followed by a huge fucking paragraph of more things you have to say.

  • Hey it's your free time and no skin off of our asses. At this point, there is nothing you can do or say about me anywhere that really affects me like it used to. Peetz was never one to give a crap what people think or say about him, something i've always admired.
I know when I don't care about something and it doesn't affect me, the first thing I do is write a meandering, completely unsolicited angry spiel about my feelings on it to as large an audience as possible. I feel it conveys indifference really effectively. This is just like when she was so confident in being fat and beautiful during her FA phase that she had to inform everybody of it several times a day, because that's what confident and beautiful people do.

  • So to those messaging for a response to every reaction video, or to every thread made about me out there, you aren't gonna get any except for this eat up! But really, does anyone else not think it is kinda creepy and weird that people who claim to be functional human beings (why else would you have the balls then to criticize anyone else 🤷‍♀️) go in forums all day and obsess over old tweets or the busines of someone they can't stand?
Yeah, it is SO creepy and weird that other people have working minds and memories that realise when a two-cargo-trains-in-a-tunnel-level trainwreck is spewing out ludicrous "busines" all over the internet and slow down to look at the wreckage. Everybody who remembers something you said twelve hours ago is obsessed with you Chantal, you're also super hot and we're all in love with you and jealous of your 200IQ brain as well. Speaking of 200IQ brain, I'm not as smart as Chantal so I don't quite understand what the incoherent run-on-in-parentheses second sentence is supposed to convey, but apparently spending literally two seconds reading a tweet that one single person dug up takes "all day" and is obsessive behaviour. Alarming news!
  • Lol. Anyways, that is my general answer to all of this nonsense. See you guys tomorrow for another video!
Oh, she said "Lol" at the end of her unreadable keyboard-slamming hissy fit so it means she's actually not mad and she wins. It was really thoughtful of her to add that. We now have her "answer", even though nobody asked a question. I look forward to another video tomorrow where she poorly describes her fantasy lifestyle du jour while eating more in fifteen minutes than I do in two days. Lady Obesia, Mistress of Cheese Shits has spoken.
 
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Chantal is going to be such a cow in 2020. She's going to slut herself around and come back to us with more disgusting mukbang storytimes. It's going to be awk when she brings her dates over to where she stays with Peetz. Most things worth having tend to be too much effort for our beef n' cheddar goddess of supreme size. They'll probably move out together because both of them living at Peetz's parent's place is just not an option. So Chantal is likely to go with this solution because it is the most convenient. So I'm sipping my gravy and I know that I'm getting ahead of myself but as my blood pressure rises, I can only help but wonder how the Peetz arc will end this time?
I know men's standards are generally abysmal, but it's very kind of you to suggest that anyone wants to touch her vag-- much less be a skilled enough spelunker to find it.
 
Well, heck, if we're gonna degenerate into speculation about Chantal in the dating world, let me degenerate along with you. But I had this thunked out a year and a half ago...

Ok, call me thunkful, but when I watch her stupid mukbangs, this same scenario plays out in my head every time. Chantal, if you are out there, consider this:

Imagine if you met Chantal for the first time over dinner, never having seen her videos. Let's say you came across a dating profile of hers somewhere, and decided to meet at a local restaurant. First, you'd be confronted by a massive beast with a potato head after you had stared at that sculpted face of a skinny cute girl in her profile pic for days. It is unlikely you'd even recognize her; she would have to come lumbering up to you. After recovering from your considerable shock, you'd be well within your rights to turn around and leave her then and there due to her grossly dishonest portrayal of herself. But you're a gentleman, so you follow through with the promised dinner, despite her appearance. You're not a bigot, you tell yourself. Maybe she is a fascinating woman once you get to know her...

So, you sit down for a meal, and notice immediately that she has revolting table manners. She juts her schnozz right onto the food. She stabs at the plate with a babyfist. She licks her fingers, drops food from her mouth, picks food off of herself and eats it, licks her fingers more... You are confronted with her rolling her eyes back into her head so that only the whites remain visible every few bites.

Within minutes, she is discussing her own shit. She also babbles weird nonsense about carbs, intuitive eating, negative energy, carcinogens, and a multitude of crazy diet strategies, but all roads lead back to another shit story from this 400-pound monolith who looks nothing like that profile picture and who seems to always suffer from massive diarrhea... All of this babble is punctuated with utterly inappropriate and shrill "hee hees" that carry across the restaurant loudly. You notice other diners glancing at you from the corners of their eyes and muttering something to their dinner companions... Your date talks more about dieting, more about shit, slanders a few doctors, and babbles about nutrition again. Then, another funny story about a shit she took.

You lose your appetite completely. You see Chantal lustfully eyeing your uneaten food, but you get the waiter to take it away fast. You are ready to go, but Chantal orders a banana split for dessert. As she plops a whole scoop of it into her mouth at once, cherry and all, her eyes roll backwards in her head, and she tells you "Shhh! I said shhh!!" with a crooked smile.

A few shots of whiskey or maybe a few glasses of Everclear might help you get through dinner, but Lord help you if you get drunk enough to go home with her... We already know what awaits you there, and it ain't a can of Pringles...

This scenario is no bizarre speculation or fantasy; it is how she actually projects herself, day in and day out. Could there be a date from hell more hellish than dinner with Chantal?

Oh, and the less Chantal says about her underwear, the better. They've been through the fucking wars, and the war isn't over yet. If you do wind up at her house after dinner, don't touch the furniture...


If I were to re-write this today, I guess I'd have to include a bit about her releasing wet farts at the table and sperging about her hysterectomy. So as horrific as I tried to make a date with her sound, it's actually considerable understatement, as it turns out. That Clotso, baby, what a catch. The gnarliest, skankiest meth heads on tinder would be much preferred dinner companions...
 
Yes, because using a search function for 15 seconds is such an obsession. Not like I’m jannying other shit going on, outside of the couple times I peek in here to make sure I don’t need to clean up something up, she doesn’t exist to me.

But if she wants to talk about functioning she can’t even breathe, her basic body functions aren’t even working, she can’t go for walks, she can’t keep herself from getting kicked out of her apartment and getting dumped, she can’t lose weight, can’t keep her hair from falling out. She might want to think a little more carefully about the terms she uses, English Major that she is.

When is the last time you think she went to a concert? Or volunteered without being forced to? Worked on the book she forgot about writing? Actually was able to do something to help anyone but herself? There’s lots of ways to be functional, having a tantrum, stuffing your face and watching Netflix or youtube isn’t functioning. In fact Chantal has never been functional, she’s always been a useless, whale who took from others and has never given back. That’s called being a leech.
 
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