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 place is a dump. Everything is cheap old garbage, especially the carpet. If she managed to get roaches and bedbugs before, this place will be a biohazard. Peetz is gonna hole up in the basement (his natural habitat) and she's going to be stuck on the main floor. The upstairs is going to be a neglected cesspool of cat piss and fur balls.
 
She lives on the third floor?

I think a person's worst nightmare is living directly under a 400lb hambeast with donkey kong footsteps, flatulence problems and bizarre sleeping schedules.

Imagine hearing this at 3am from upstairs -
Their bedrooms are on the third floor. The first floor is an entryway - go up the stairs and on the second floor is the kitchen and living space. Upstairs on the third floor you find the bedrooms and full bathrooms.

This apartment, while not meeting the high criteria some set for a nice place to live, is certainly such a step up from the place she shared with Bibi that I understand her notion of luxury. Cleanliness is one of the highest forms of luxury - when people stay in insanely expensive hotels, they may not comment on the sort of marble used for the counters but they sure as hell notice if the counters are not clean or if the floors and walls are scuffed. Just being nice and clean is a big step for Chantal.

The hell of it is, she is sitting on a potential vlog goldmine. That white, clean kitchen is devoid of character so she could decorate it and actually have sort of "cook with me" theme wherein she made dishes and ate them on camera. She could have a "decorate with me" that surpasses Amberlynn's seashells in the sink nonsense. This new place could be a nice launching pad for a proper YouTube channel wherein she does something more than eat fast food.

But it won't be. She's eaten herself out of being able to make a fresh start. She can't stand long enough to host a cooking show. She can't even keep the camera on when she climbs stairs for her house tour. Within a month it will be clear which floor she decides to be stranded on - my money is the floor with the kitchen - and the space will be ruined, with evidence of her either sleeping in a common living area or her eating constantly in a sleeping area. You can't show off your new house when you're essentially a giant unwashed ticcing hobo woman sleeping in the kitchen because you just can't make it up the stairs.

This new house will in short order reveal to us all how seriously fucked she is. I give it four weeks before she's stuck inside, unable to scale the stairs from the front door to the living space. After that I give it a few more weeks before she has to choose which of the upper floors she lives on. And after that the entirety of the place will become filthy and bug-infested because Peetz doesn't strike me as a man interested in cleaning anything.

I sincerely worry about the cats because James won't be scooping and Chantal cannot.

This is gonna be supremely awful. It may be fun to watch, but this move is literally the beginning of the end of Chantal's attempts to have any sort of inspirational online life. All that remains to be seen is which floor she decides to live on permanently and if she finally goes full feeder porn when it becomes clear even to her that she will never be EmmymadeinJapan crossed with Martha Stewart crossed with Freelee.
 
A 35-year-old man with a twin bed. But it is Peetz, so I don't know why I am surprised.

Imagine being a girl going home with him on a first date, walking into his place (even forgetting the nasty behemoth who lives with him), and seeing his bedroom with a TWIN BED and drawers full of comic books. You can't get away with that past this age of 20 if you want any kind of normal sex life.

I bet he hasn't had sex since Chantal. I wouldn't be surprised if she has been his only sex partner in the last 35 years. Let that thought sink in.
 
"Beautiful view" she says of her view of the house next door.

"It's like a full-blown blizzard out there, what the heck...", she says about the rain. Well, nobody watches her for her brains...

Everyone is so exhausted from bringing almost nothing into the place. Clotso must have been worked hard, carrying filing boxes four at a time up the stairs, two steps at a time...

Oddly, the video in her new kitchen really doesn't look much different from videos in her old kitchen...

She isn't eating in this video, but she has food smeared on her chest, like an immense toddler.

After telling us that she had bought a whole apartment's worth of furniture, on the day of the big reveal she now says "I didn't buy much furniture at first"

However, I misspoke before when I scoffed at her luxury apartment. Her new place has a doorbell. For those of you who don't get to live the YouTube-influencer lifestyle, a doorbell actually looks like a little round button. If a visitor pushes it a bell, buzzer, or chime will sound, alerting the occupants to the visitor. Mansions and penthouses have them, and Clotso now has one too.

When she came in, the heat was set to "60". It was "cozy" (I can't figure this one out at all. If it is in Celsius, Death Valley in the summer is cooler. If it is in Fahrenheit, it would be chilly enough for sweaters). I swear, if there is any way to be ignorant about anything, Clotso finds the way. So far, if we go by simple facts, this video might be the dumbest she has ever been yet.

"It smells like a new home in here, fresh paint and new carpet". It is like she has never moved before in her life. How long until it smells like farts, rotten food, and cat piss?

Her apartment (the one we see in front of us) is "beyond amazing!' By the time she gets to this point, just making this video has left her gasping like she has just run a marathon.

"Definitely a lot of activity" which she is not used to. "I gotta get my ass in gear" No ya don't, fatso. There's no point anymore.

She finally acknowledges the stairs almost four minutes in. She expects cleaning will give her a workout. I expect fear of a workout will mean nothing gets cleaned.

She can't stop yawning. Look at her massive paw.

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The fat load got her mom to put together her bedroom while fatso was downstairs "doing things" (like posting to instagram?)

She says she'll show us the apartment now (which she has been saying for 5 minutes), but goes from giddy to sad in 5 seconds. "I have mixed feelings", she tells us.

The apartment tour begins at 6:17, and what does fatso show us first? The inside of her refrigerator!! God is she psychotic. I gotta admit, so far her apartment looks great. I see a bottle of coke, one of Sprite, and one of water. Then, we see a stack of takeout food. This is one great apartment!!

She assures us she will limit how often she eats out, but today it is forgivable (and the other 500 times this year unforgivable?) We spend a full minute on the inside of her fridge.

Next thing she shows us is the stairs leading down to the front door. She won't demonstrate climbing down and up them because fat, she says.

The next stop on our apartment tour after the inside of the fridge and the stairwell is the inside of an empty closet. lol, is she an incompetent apartment tour guide or what? What's next? A look down the chimney? At 7:45 we get the first real glimpse of anything, her cluttered new kitchen. We get a close-up of a light fixture on the ceiling for no reason at all. Then, we get a loving shot of the toilet. She mentions new carpet for the 100th time, while we see an exhausted Peetz on the sofa. They have a luxurious electric fireplace in the living room.

She shows us the inside of another closet... This has to be psychological. Who gives people a tour of the house by opening all the closets? The closets are like her journals, waiting to be filled with useless garbage. As she admires the closet, she is at a loss for words as to all she can do with it. "I can put...uhm...whatever. You know? Like...maybe the litter box." Gawd she is dumb. I hope the cats are good with doorknobs. Wait! She solves the issue "we can keep it open, like a bit" The brainpower in the room is breathtaking.

Clotso's new bed is a boxspring on the floor, lol. So they bought a sofa and a boxspring on their big shopping day. She shows us her own private patio, which is more of a balcony not a patio (she has barely gotten any word right today at all), and most of it is taken up with the air conditioner. There seems to be chicken wire enclosing the balcony.

She then shows us the inside of another empty closet. She loves her empty closets. That's luxury, I tells ya.

Her closet is super fancy: it has shelves in it! Like a doorbell, this is the kind of thing a lot of folks will never experience, but at least they have Clotso living the dream.

She shows us air vents, because we've all been eager to see what kind of air vents she has. She is giddy about her own private bathroom, and shows off a bathmat.

She then shows us the inside of her empty medicine cabinet. "It does fit the thinner rolls of toilet paper", she says, since everybody keeps toilet paper in their medicine cabinets.

In Peetz' room, he has a luxury drawer that won't shut. He also got a luxury particleboard desk, which he hasn't screwed together yet. She shows off his bathroom, which is identical to hers.

Well, I won't be mean. I am happy to see her so happy, and I hope she enjoys the thrill of her new place.

And now we have seen the place where she will probably die...
 
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I admit I was humbled by her thoughtful explanations of... things. Tomorrow morning, I'll empty out my medicine cabinet & fill them with those pesky toilet paper rolls that were taking up space in the cabinet under my sink. I had a thought - she wants to keep her TP in the medicine chest because then she doesn't have to bend over to get a fresh roll & I think trying to do that would be awkward - not the biggest bathroom, after all.

If I've added it up correctly, they each bought a bed, then that recliner thing in the living room & that's it? That may mean they couldn't 'pass' for enough credit to get more. The salesman must have been thrilled to finally move that recliner thing - I've only ever seen those in man caves.

I lied earlier - said the appliances were KitchenAid. Nope - Frigidaire - sorry. Touring her high end place clearly gave me delusions of grandeur.
 
It only took three minutes and forty seconds for her to start complaining about the stairs. I’ll never understand how she could not have recognized that as a problem. Peetz has a job and won’t be around to bring food up all day. I doubt delivery people will walk in and go upstairs, but who knows, maybe she’s a good tipper. This is a woman who goes to the grocery store every fucking day to find new treasures like pickled beans and bizarre sodas. No way will she be carrying stuff upstairs.

I liked when she started the house tour,”let’s get to, let’s get to” and the first thing is opening up the fridge to show us inside. Cracked me up, that’s one of the fattest things I’ve ever seen. It might be different if it was a fridge from the last two decades, but wire shelves and a light bulb? Her mind is never, ever off food.

She set us up by calling it a luxury apartment and then showing us a dump and deathfat trap. (Like she could run down those stairs in a fire.) Everything was cheap and tacky, and she thinks paint smell means clean. She’ll never set foot on her balcony and she shouldn’t-I doubt it can hold an HVAC system and her too.

Her mother set up her bedroom. Her mother. Chantel already doesn’t want to climb stairs if she doesn’t absolutely have to. That black desk chair was the first thing in the house, and Chantel wheeled around unpacking TP while her mommy and daddy carried the mattress up and then mommy made the bed and put toothpaste in her bathroom. Which Chantel won’t open for weeks. Mommy should have told her daughter not to rent a place with two flights of stairs Or she’s not chipping in, but since she didn’t, maybe she can spring for a cleaning service. Her lazy daughter is unwilling and incapable of cleaning that space and it will be a biohazard in a week.

Peetz has staked out the living room with that hideous furniture already. How long until Chantel needs to turn it into a bedroom? Not long, I’m guessing. Hope it fits in his bedroom, but since he’s barely out of a crib there should be room.

That was worse than I ever imagined. This is going to be a fun phase.
 
Slight PL here, one of my ex’s mothers was built just like Chantal (400 lbs) and lived in a townhouse exactly like that. She never went upstairs except to shower which she only did on the days she worked. She either slept on the couch on the main level or on the floor by the couch on a pile of pillows.

It was my introduction to the fact that deathfats use sticks with rags to wipe.

Chantal is either going to have to shape up, even if she makes a pillow mountain in the living room. She’s going to have to mount those stairs every time she makes her Farm Boy or Arby’s runs which is decent beginner exercise for someone in her condition. Either that or Peetz is about to become her whipping boy, and she eats herself to death in her “luxury” apartment prison.
 
That apartment tour was even more depressing than I expected. Every feature and fixture in that place is the cheapest, bottom of the barrel, coated wire and particle board option. I haven't seen an electric range like that in twenty years.

I knew the sofa they bought was going to be a Rent-A-Center overstuffed abomination but reclining AND faux leather? She really is Canadian white trash.
 
She has two long-haired cats, one of whom is geriatric and neither of whom are trained to scratch. That carpet is going to be ripped away from the walls, random loops torn off, and cat hair and litter matted into it in the first week. Did she show a vacuum, much less a pet hair friendly one? A consumer steam cleaner? No? Then those carpets are falling victim to Sham and BBJ by the end of the month.

That is, if she ever goes and gets them from Bibi’s. I sincerely hope the stress of the move doesn’t kill BBJ and doesn’t make Sham run away.
 
She has two long-haired cats, one of whom is geriatric and neither of whom are trained to scratch. That carpet is going to be ripped away from the walls, random loops torn off, and cat hair and litter matted into it in the first week. Did she show a vacuum, much less a pet hair friendly one? A consumer steam cleaner? No? Then those carpets are falling victim to Sham and BBJ by the end of the month.

That is, if she ever goes and gets them from Bibi’s. I sincerely hope the stress of the move doesn’t kill BBJ and doesn’t make Sham run away.
Those cats are going to do some damage, for sure. Remember Bibi's sofa? That man cave recliner couch thing is fucked.
 
One problem with having delivery types walk in & up... she'll have to screech: "Come in, hee-hee!" loudly enough to be heard & she'll have to leave her door unlocked. I didn't get enough of a view to see what part of town she's in although it looks like "early suburbs grown into the city" but it didn't look like the nicest neighbourhood. No way in hell I'd leave a door unlocked there.

I re-watched the tour part of the video & yup, every fixture, appliance & bit of trim is "low end standard". I know that specific model fridge is at least 14 years old & I'll warn her now - it's easy to keep clean & sparkly if you wipe it down as needed but if you don't - it's a bitch to get properly clean. Why do I get the impression she doesn't care?

The carpet looks new but the owner cheaped out by, (at most), buying new doors & facings for the kitchen & bathroom cupboards & the paint was slapped on walls that hadn't been cleaned. The balconies easily give away the fact that this is far from a new...ish building. The material would used barely make code now & look dirty, rusty & tacky. She might want to watch for that leak coming from the balcony above...LOL. I can't see her using that balcony. It looks too small for her to get herself out there & wedge herself into a chair. Have to wonder about the netting around the open part - not going to keep out anything but birds.
 
Thank god she named the objects such as “toilet”, “sink”, and “hand wash” as she showed them to us. I was having trouble keeping up.

Good thing her uncle and her mom, the long-term care home worker, were there, too. She hired movers, but her older extended family are still her essential servants when Chantal has to do anything requiring any sort of effort. She has no idea or care of the potential repercussions of her mother not social distancing from her unwashed self. And that her mother wouldn’t refuse and took a huge risk just to prevent a tantrum gives you an idea of the way Chantal was raised and how that may have created the monster we know so well.
 
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