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

Here's the thing with Chinny- She could have lobster tails , prime rib of beef, and beluga caviar during a hypothetical quarantine, but none of those are her "drugs" of choice. She for sure wouldn't starve, but her ability to cope with the inconvenience would be greatly diminished. Her mental health would become worse. The chimpouts would be aplenty.

Also, since most, if not all, restaurants and cafes are only having delivery or to go, she is going to be waiting a long time for delivery or else she is going to have to venture out to get it. Remember, a few months ago she reeeeeeeeed because she had to wait for her AM McDonald's fix. Chinny's life revolves around convenience. Convenience is in short supply right now. People are out of work and/ or have other shit on their minds.


I see this being very entertaining for us if things continue as they have been going.
 
Here's the thing with Chinny- She could have lobster tails , prime rib of beef, and beluga caviar during a hypothetical quarantine, but none of those are her "drugs" of choice. She for sure wouldn't starve, but her ability to cope with the inconvenience would be greatly diminished. Her mental health would become worse. The chimpouts would be aplenty.

Also, since most, if not all, restaurants and cafes are only having delivery or to go, she is going to be waiting a long time for delivery or else she is going to have to venture out to get it. Remember, a few months ago she reeeeeeeeed because she had to wait for her AM McDonald's fix. Chinny's life revolves around convenience. Convenience is in short supply right now. People are out of work and/ or have other shit on their minds.


I see this being very entertaining for us if things continue as they have been going.
How many CHantal cycle revolutions will coronavirus give us? Also, prime rib, lobster tail, and beluga caviar? I don't think Cantal knows about lobster mac and cheese or lobster rolls. Or canned tuna. Or Hamburger Helper. That's a laugh.
 
How many CHantal cycle revolutions will coronavirus give us? Also, prime rib, lobster tail, and beluga caviar? I don't think Cantal knows about lobster mac and cheese or lobster rolls. Or canned tuna. Or Hamburger Helper. That's a laugh.

We know she knows about Lobster Mac n Cheese. It was a cheat meal on a "Day 1" of healthy eating. Complete with a post surgery fart rip.

So since we know Chantal can't follow directions - "Don't eat fast food. Do not eat in your car" and she eats fast food in her car. Now "do not touch your face" does a make up tutorial with her fingers. I'm expecting her to do a sort of last hurrah type massive mukbang. Or not. It's strange times.
 
This bitch wasted meat that she was going to use for meatloaf. Says she left it out to defrost and forgot about it. I assume it was long enough to actually spoil. Then she claims Bibi will have to be vegetarian because there is no meat at the stores. Casually relates this while stuffing her face with takeout. Her hot take on this situation? "Oh, well (smack chomp slobber) look at my grilled chicken!" This fucking twat.
 
"Is Pad Thai, is it Vietnamese? They also make Thai food?" Um does she know that Thai food is from Thailand? How can she miss that the word "Thai" is in the name of the dish. Also her story is boring as fuck. Another story from 20 years ago. Does she have a microwave? She could have defrosted the meat quickly that way.
 
Boring food and boring content, apart from her cramming down the two deep-fried rolls and trying not to gag on the "chewy" salad ones. I also appreciated how she nearly had an aneurysm because the delivery place didn't bring her peanut sauce. God, she's such a selfish, self-centered cunt.

It's still hard to believe that nothing--absolutely nothing--of note has happened in her life for the past twenty years. She can remember which of her Barbie clothing items a childhood neighbour misplaced, and she somehow recalls specific details of which song was playing on the radio during a random teenage evening, yet she doesn't have a thing to describe about her twenties or thirties? I mean, yes, most of her tales are fabricated, but this makes her existence even sadder. If she really went to college, and I heavily doubt she ever did, wouldn't she have at least some story about her times on campus?

...in fact, speaking of her college years, didn't she tell us last year that that time of her life was incredibly wild, and that "there were lovers" and she'd regale us with lurid tales of her escapades? Chantal, keep your bullshit straight and invent some lovers for us. We need things to do during This Trying Time.
 
If she really went to college, and I heavily doubt she ever did, wouldn't she have at least some story about her times on campus?

I only remember two "stories" from her college days.

1. She had a crush on a girl from class and farted in front of her on the elevator because she had to poop so bad. And then the girl never talked to her again. Lol.

2. The English major (who boasts about getting strait A's without trying) once mentioned that her teacher would always write on her essay papers "You never finished this thought. Where were you going with this?" This one I totally believe.
 
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Our Gravy Goddess is disgruntled because the restaurant committed the gravest of all sins and gave her the wrong sauce. Somehow she finds the strength to soldier on. She then tells us she left hamburger meat out to go bad, which she's upset about because it's wasted, meat is scarce right now and she really wanted meatloaf. "Oh well", she shrugs.
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"So this is chicken with like, a marinade" our culinary expert helpfully informs us. You'll be shocked to find out that she deems it "good".

She then launches into a long-winded story about "The Meatloaf Mobster" that one of her childhood best friend dated in high school:
  • Prefaces the story by telling us her hometown was a "craphole"
  • He was part of a group of "white dudes who thought they were gangsters" and would sass the cops for fun. They were losers, unlike Chantal who obviously was a winner.
  • He thought he was like the Godfather. His "mafia" treated girls horribly, and "called them the B-word"! Clotso further elaborates by doing several bad impressions.
  • She was mad because he took up all of her friend's time and she ended up being the 3rd wheel.
  • Calls him "MINUTE MAN" and Tee-Hees because what is a Clotso story without her interjecting an unnecessary insult to some dude's dick size or sexual performance?
  • "Annnyway", she says as she shovels in another bite into her already full mouth, "so, this guy" (smack, smack, slurp) "he was obsessed!". Unlike Chantal, of course, who is recounting details about this random dude from some 20 years ago, who likely doesn't even remember her.
  • The point of this long, rambling story: Meatloaf reminds her of this guy, because his mom used to make him meatloaf a lot.
  • They eventually broke up.
Truly riveting story, Clotso. There may be more, but after she began recounting a related story involving a teacher who was rumoured to "put peanut butter down there" I felt it was necessary for my sanity to tap out.
 
Our Gravy Goddess is disgruntled because the restaurant committed the gravest of all sins and gave her the wrong sauce. Somehow she finds the strength to soldier on. She then tells us she left hamburger meat out to go bad, which she's upset about because it's wasted, meat is scarce right now and she really wanted meatloaf. "Oh well", she shrugs.
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"So this is chicken with like, a marinade" our culinary expert helpfully informs us. You'll be shocked to find out that she deems it "good".

She then launches into a long-winded story about "The Meatloaf Mobster" that one of her childhood best friend dated in high school:
  • Prefaces the story by telling us her hometown was a "craphole"
  • He was part of a group of "white dudes who thought they were gangsters" and would sass the cops for fun. They were losers, unlike Chantal who obviously was a winner.
  • He thought he was like the Godfather. His "mafia" treated girls horribly, and "called them the B-word"! Clotso further elaborates by doing several bad impressions.
  • She was mad because he took up all of her friend's time and she ended up being the 3rd wheel.
  • Calls him "MINUTE MAN" and Tee-Hees because what is a Clotso story without her interjecting an unnecessary insult to some dude's dick size or sexual performance?
  • "Annnyway", she says as she shovels in another bite into her already full mouth, "so, this guy" (smack, smack, slurp) "he was obsessed!". Unlike Chantal, of course, who is recounting details about this random dude from some 20 years ago, who likely doesn't even remember her.
  • The point of this long, rambling story: Meatloaf reminds her of this guy, because his mom used to make him meatloaf a lot.
  • They eventually broke up.
Truly riveting story, Clotso. There may be more, but after she began recounting a related story involving a teacher who was rumoured to "put peanut butter down there" I felt it was necessary for my sanity to tap out.
You lasted longer than I did. The spoiled meat and "oh well" did me in early. How long did she leave that meat out? If it was rock solid and she left it overnight, it wouldn't be spoiled already. So she must have ignored it for well over a day. Or maybe she threw out perfectly good meat because she thought it was too long. Not that anything in that apartment should be left out considering the cats and roaches would get to it. Hmm, maybe that is what happened.
 















This group of guys did messed up shit to women, and to her "too"? The way she words that is odd. Is she not a woman? Yes it's tempting to make jokes about her mustache, thinning hair, and lack of uterus/ovaries. Or her ability to fart like a fratboy who just won an egg roll eating contest. Or the fact that she can spray fecal matter like the daintiest of hippos. Or maybe even the fact that she applies makeup like a 50 year old man who's exploring his feminine side for the first time. But I would never joke, because when it comes down to it, Chantel is all woman. Why else would every male drive thru attendant and homeless man she comes in contact with want to fuck her? All woman.
 
Of course our princess of poutine would complain about an overworked and probably snowed under take away forgetting some sauce when they probably have a million other people to serve right now. It’s weird that she seems to like the sauces she gets MORE than the food, she just uses chicken nuggets, chips, spring rolls or burgers as a tool to dig the sauce out the packet and shove in her face.
 
Has it really gotten to the point to where even the story times have gotten stale? If she actually went outside, I’m sure she’d have at least some more material.
Every single piece of content she intentionally provides was always stale. It was always shit. It withered on the vine. Her storytimes are boring as fuck even though she's making it up and therefore has total creative control to make it interesting. Her much rarer "explore" videos are also pure chloroform, plus we have to deal with Peetz's lispy sperging. Her "reviews" are identical to any other eating video, except instead of making up a boring story she "reviews" the food by enumerating the ingredients and incorrectly using two adjectives she researched five minutes before the video.

The only thing she ever puts out that halfway qualifies as interesting are videos where she's around normal people; that is, members of the public or her family. Chantal has nothing approaching self-awareness, and so doesn't realise that in any footage of her hanging around ordinary people, they all treat her as the elephant in the room that she is. People just completely ignore the things she says, including questions she asks of them. Chinny somehow manages to be a third wheel in a two-person conversation. Plenty of people who aren't crazy have social anxiety, but rather than simply being timid or shy, Chinny does what she's always done when she's not getting the attention she believes she deserves: she yells, she says inappropriate things, and she generally acts like the stupid fat slut she is. Insecure people try to stay out of the spotlight, but insecure narcissists will try to get it no matter what, with no notion of an appropriate or tactful way to do it.

The pizza mookbong video is obviously a classic instance of this, but personally my mind goes to her Thanksgiving video last year. I wrote it up at the time but anybody can just watch it and see the insanity without the need for my commentary. She played with the dog for half the day because none of the people there would say boo to her. She wore fake drag queen eyelashes to a goddamn family gathering. And we all remember the iconic moment she forced Bibi, clearly against his will, to peck her on camera and grinned at the camera like a Cheshire cat because she'd proven that she could force her spouse of seven years to touch her even though he visibly didn't want to, suck it haydurs!

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Now this video was CONTENT, albeit for none of the reasons she intended. It also featured her bellowing across the entire house because she wasn't getting enough attention, and her wiping off 40% of her makeup then smugly touting the wipe pretending the three litres of foundation she was still wearing was au naturale. If she really wants to put out content, she needs to do more shit like this
 
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