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


That noise is fucking astounding.
It's like it lies on the line between human and animal, so bizarre that it boggles the mind to even assume why a person would make that noise and how they would begin to engineer it from the mind to the vocal cords. The pitch and the actual association of letters to sound is so unusual, so unintuitive that one would think it was a noise of panic from a otherworldly rodent. Alas, the video itself suggests just that, the short, pointy, snout-like nose and the far apart eyes are very reminiscent of a weasel of sorts. With all that said, it's size and shape do not give off the same feeling. It is built from the same blueprints of beasts, but with far more unnatural purposes.

I fear for any soul that must approach this...this...this devourer of dreams.
 
I believe Chantal said she hired some movers and going to somehow do it in a 'no contact' type manner. I do think we'll have a chimp out/breakdown live stream or video. She gets freaked out about noises in general, she doesn't adjust well to being in new places like hotel rooms, she has parking lot anxiety (still don't know what exactly that is) and she'll have to put work into getting things put away and organized. The only time Chantal seemed active domestically was when she was on that one medication that was an amphetamine-like that she kept getting coupons for. If memory serves, Peetz will be moving in towards the end of the month so she'll be alone, like alone-alone- for 2 weeks.

I'm mostly looking forward to her finding out what "self assembly" for her bed is, and probably has no tools, and how long it will take her to whine about all the stairs between the three levels.
 
The only time Chantal seemed active domestically was when she was on that one medication that was an amphetamine-like that she kept getting coupons for. If memory serves, Peetz will be moving in towards the end of the month so she'll be alone, like alone-alone- for 2 weeks

I forgot about Peetz moving in at a later date. We know she freaks out being alone overnight even once. How is she going to handle two weeks by herself at night? No way.

This will be her excuse to either postpone the move or call Bibi in a panic because she "heard a noise", and ask if she can come sleep with him for comfort (and because the cats miss him).
 
It's clear all you Haydurs are looking for ANY reason to hate on our Dear Lady. Where are the good thoughts, positive vibes, thoughtful words of encouragement? But no fear, she's got this. Her alarm will trill at 0600 tomorrow & she'll bound gaily out of the sack & into the shower where she'll quickly deal with her daily ablutions while harmonizing with Celine. A small, balanced & nutritious breakfast will follow & while eating, she'll review her "Moving Day" list. She needn't bother - this is Chantal. We KNOW she didn't forget one single, itty, bitty thing.

She'll beam at Bibi, chirping: "Good morning!" while scooping up the cats & placing them in cat carriers in a quiet room. She'll then effortlessly move her boxes of stuff to the car & drive through quiet roads to her new digs where the landlord will be waiting with the keys. She'll be so efficient, she'll get her things moved in in no time & drive over to Peetz's place to help him with his things.

Shortly after a healthy lunch of chicken salad with a selection of fresh fruit for dessert, the new furniture will arrive & in no time, will be placed in the positions she'd already worked out. They'll send the afternoon excitedly unpacking & placing all their stuff & she'll take a break only to make a nourishing vegetable stew to be accompanied by a small loaf of local, artisan bread - carefully curated by the gret new food shoppe right around the corner.

Animated by a productive day, she'll freshen up with a shower, then film a tour of her luxurious new space. We won't be able to help but be left awed & envious at how marvellously she handled the whole thing. This will generate many requests by stressed out folk desperately needing her help with life planning.

Holy shit - I KNEW that joint had a higher THC content than I remembered...
Read this recount in the vein of Shaun of the Dead explaining how he'll get his mum, girlfriend and they'll end up at the pub. But in reality, it will be Shaun of the Dead (but without the charm).
 
Annoying as it might be, his best bet is to help her get her shit out. No doubt in his mind - the faster the better. If I were stuck with someone like her, yeah - number blocking, blocking anything on social media & lock changes immediately. If she tried the: "I'll get the rest of my stuff tomorrow" - no. "I don't care when you get it but it will be stacked here neatly on the curb." No discussion.
 
Grams and mum are financing movers for her. Even if she were physically capable of assisting, she'd refuse, but she's 36 and 450lbs. She basically couldn't walk fifty pounds ago; at this point she probably can't stand for more than 30s at a time. She can't even help to move, since she'd quite literally just get in the way; nobody could move anything around her watermelon torso.

This move is momentous for her, because — and I take no pleasure in this forecast — she's moving to the place she'll die in. She might actually make it to hospital before her heart stops, but for all intents and purposes, the lease she signed was her death warrant. The reasons why are these:

  • She does nothing with her waking hours because she's friendless, jobless and an antisocial bitch who's reclusive because of sour grapes.
  • Unless she's engaged in a fake "lifestyle change" vanity project, she has nothing to think about except her own problems (which are really her own failings).
  • She has now failed the gravest, sacredmost, superlative task in life: entrapping a biological male as proof of her desirability, and what's more she stands zero chance of finding another one, particularly because she thinks she's too good for losers like Peetz (James isn't housebound and unemployable Chinny, unlike you).
  • All these things make her brood furiously and endlessly because it has to be someone else's fault that she's a deathfat with nothing left in her life, and because it isn't anybody's fault but her own, there's no fixing or changing it. She doesn't accept responsibility, not ever; that's the catalystic flaw of every deathfat mind.
  • When gorl broods, gorl eats.
Ergo, she's going to sit and stew in her juices while Peetz brings Arby's sacrifices, like a monstrous toad goddess too big to leave her cave: this, on repeat, until her body gives out. When Bibi began the breakup in late 2018 he basically deleted her mental system32 folder. Her brain has gone Humpty Dumpty, and she can't attract any men to put it together again.

I think Bibi knew what leaving would do to her, and that's why he put up with a loveless domestic arrangement for so long. But oh, the cruelty of hesitation: if he'd turfed her out a few years ago, that being when she said the relationship went cold, she was still ambulant and sort of employable. She'd have had a shot. Instead, he let her ferment in that favela until she turned into Baroness Harkonnen.
 
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