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

I wonder how messed up her scar looks like now. With the pockets of fluid that needed draining and shit, it has to be bulky as all hell.

Edit; I don't know about Canada, but here (if you have insurance) you can apply for compensation if the scar looks bad. If she could squeeze some mukbangbucks out of it, would she do it? I can't even remember if she had insurance, someone plz correct me.
A good hospital doctor would google her, and find the mukbangs she was doing straight out of hospital, which I think would put to rest any lawsuit, mainly due to the lack of care she was showing her own body.

But I could be wrong.
 
A good hospital doctor would google her, and find the mukbangs she was doing straight out of hospital, which I think would put to rest any lawsuit, mainly due to the lack of care she was showing her own body.

But I could be wrong.
Sadly, doctors don't have time for that shit these days.
 
Sleuth here! This townhome is definitely in Orleans— I was in a house there once with this exact floor plan.

edit (floor plan for comparison):https://www.caprent.com/apartments-for-rent/ottawa-on/jubilee/

I knew it had to be some bullshit company, who probably wants to get as many people to move in and out as possible for max profit. The kind of shithole your stoner drop out friends in high school rent, while every one else is stuck with parents still.
Side note, the listing says there are DELUXE apts, so I assume she got one of those.

1.6k and I assume she has to pay utilities on top of it. I'm just gonna take a shot in the dark and guess 2k a month with other bills. This obviously does not include food.

Imagine being almost 40 and bragging about having a door bell.
 
Y'know, it's not even that her new place is a dump--it isn't, really, but she will ensure that it turns into one--it's the fact that it's wasted on Twin Bed Peetz and The Creature From The Black Lagoon. It's not luxe, it's not fancy, but a couple with a young child, or even a struggling family, could have benefited from it as an affordable apartment, and truly taken advantage of its offerings.

Chantal doesn't cook. She will do it for the camera, and she loathes it. The kitchen is wasted on her. The dishwasher will rarely be used. That island, which is a godsend for those of us who do like to cook and need all the space we can get, is being used as a mukbang studio where she will be slurping, munching, and chomping through nasty takeout. The living room space is meaningless, as they have no furniture except an embarrassing recliner sofa with drink holders. The 2.5 bathrooms are useless for two idiots. Her bedroom will rarely be used. I don't see them setting up lawn chairs and a table on that balcony to hang out, enjoy the nice weather, chat and drink.

They could have gotten a real dumpy place, exactly like the one she lived in with Bibi, or even a trailer, and it would be much more suited to them. Was the landlord on a Wild Turkey bender when he agreed to lease it to these two fucktards?
 
Y'know, it's not even that her new place is a dump--it isn't, really, but she will ensure that it turns into one--it's the fact that it's wasted on Twin Bed Peetz and The Creature From The Black Lagoon. It's not luxe, it's not fancy, but a couple with a young child, or even a struggling family, could have benefited from it as an affordable apartment, and truly taken advantage of its offerings.

Chantal doesn't cook. She will do it for the camera, and she loathes it. The kitchen is wasted on her. The dishwasher will rarely be used. That island, which is a godsend for those of us who do like to cook and need all the space we can get, is being used as a mukbang studio where she will be slurping, munching, and chomping through nasty takeout. The living room space is meaningless, as they have no furniture except an embarrassing recliner sofa with drink holders. The 2.5 bathrooms are useless for two idiots. Her bedroom will rarely be used. I don't see them setting up lawn chairs and a table on that balcony to hang out, enjoy the nice weather, chat and drink.

They could have gotten a real dumpy place, exactly like the one she lived in with Bibi, or even a trailer, and it would be much more suited to them. Was the landlord on a Wild Turkey bender when he agreed to lease it to these two fucktards?


Honestly for someone that is just getting their first place and hasn't had a lot in life it would be a nice apartment and I'd personally get a little emotional if I was coming from a really bad background and then landed a job and partner and got the apt. It's a solid entry level middle class rental.

But Chantal already seems to fucking hate it. She's an odd one. Complains for years about her shoebox roach pit and then finally gets a decent living space and can't even be bothered to get excited for a week or two about it.
 
Honestly for someone that is just getting their first place and hasn't had a lot in life it would be a nice apartment and I'd personally get a little emotional if I was coming from a really bad background and then landed a job and partner and got the apt. It's a solid entry level middle class rental.

But Chantal already seems to fucking hate it. She's an odd one. Complains for years about her shoebox roach pit and then finally gets a decent living space and can't even be bothered to get excited for a week or two about it.
Too many stairs, plus I wouldn't put it past her that she hates that she is back with Peetz, she left him for a reason, even Chantal thought he was a loser.
 
Fuck me, does she know that paragraphs exist? I cannot read that wall of text for the life of me.

I missed her chimpouts in comment sections and her community tab but I have no idea what she's talking about, nor will I watch Yaba's video. Can somebody do a TLDR, please?

It’s so cute that Chinny thinks she’s “over-weight” (like Yaba), or “Chubby” like Sham. Never heard her refer to herself as “super morbidly obese” which is truly what she is.
 
If Chantal was at all humble, I don't think people would be railing on her over it. But she talked this place up like it was a luxury condo overlooking Central Park or some shit, all the while throwing constant shade at her old apartment knowing Bibi was still going to live there. The thing is, this apartment isn't that much nicer than her old one. It's as if Chantal equates stairs with luxury living.

Girl, there are plenty of ghetto ass places with stairs.

But had she been reasonable in talking about this place, humble in the move, you know, being honest about it (it's not much but it's a home and I'm fortunate to have a roof over my head), I doubt people would be finding so much to criticize.

She didn't do that, though. Instead she swooned over it, while hating on a place I'm sure she paid little for during the years she was living with Bibi.
 
After finally watching her apartment tour, I take away a couple things. In a previous life I had been in many different townhouses, and this strikes me as a place that was initially intended for student housing. The big giveaway is that both bedrooms have a full, albeit small ensuite bathroom - perfect for roommates but very odd for a family unit. Also the built in dresser and racks in the closet would be ideal for a student who doesn't have much.

As has already been flogged, the fixtures, cabinets, and countertops are all absolutely basic. Nothing wrong with that, but it's far from luxurious. The walk through concept makes it look like a decent sized place until you realize just how narrow it is - I'd guess 15-18 feet wide at most.

Also for those who mentioned it, this place has no basement for Peetz to lurk in, which is why he's putting his computer desk in his bedroom like a teenage boy who just discovered internet porn. There's actually another unit below theirs, so some poor people will have to hear her tromping around through their ceiling.

ETA: I almost forgot about the oh so luxurious electric fireplace. I've seen some nice, very expensive ones that are space heaters and actually look not bad, but the one they have is just super cheap and tacky, and certainly not worth showing off on Instagram.
 
It’s not a horrible spot but Chantal would have been better off in a trailer park. Not only would she fit right in with the rest of the Ottawa white trash that inhabits those places but she could mukbang it up on one floor instead of hogging an apartment that could have gone to university students who CAN walk up two flights of stairs. On the bright side I think that Chinny’s mega bitch mode will be continuously activated by the fact that she has to climb stairs to eat her takeout so it could end up being pretty funny. Guess we’ll see.
 
What the fuck is up with couches with cup holders? It's so gross. Have a beverage at a table like a civilized human being, or buy some fucking end or coffee tables. I recently went shopping wanting a large sofa. Seriously 90% of big sofas these days come with built in cupholders. I couldn't believe it when the sales person said they didn't have many models without cupholders. It just seems wrong... like using a power point presentation in a church sermon. Nothing is sacred anymore.
 
What the fuck is up with couches with cup holders? It's so gross. Have a beverage at a table like a civilized human being, or buy some fucking end or coffee tables. I recently went shopping wanting a large sofa. Seriously 90% of big sofas these days come with built in cupholders. I couldn't believe it when the sales person said they didn't have many models without cupholders. It just seems wrong... like using a power point presentation in a church sermon. Nothing is sacred anymore.

Cuz some people just want to Netflix and chill with a drink nearby; especially during this pandemic. No one has to worry about getting up to pee and miss a scene in a movie these days.
 
After finally watching her apartment tour, I take away a couple things. In a previous life I had been in many different townhouses, and this strikes me as a place that was initially intended for student housing. The big giveaway is that both bedrooms have a full, albeit small ensuite bathroom - perfect for roommates but very odd for a family unit. Also the built in dresser and racks in the closet would be ideal for a student who doesn't have much.

Interesting. Maybe, at last, she can completely that Honours degree in English.
 

WHEEZE. WHEEZE.

Archive (240p) in progress:
... did they get high before filming?

Edit: YEP called it. She's showing off her THC gummies.

James did not realize he would need a screwdriver to put his desk together. It occurred to neither of these nearly 40 year old people that they may need tools in a new home.

They want to get "cheap" barstools to muckbang with. A barstool cannot hold Chantal. This does not occur to them.

Chantal wonders why they sent so many "fortunes" (cookies). "What, did they think this is food for five? HAHA!"

Honors English Major Chantal: "is the plural of 'shrimp', 'shrimps'?"
James: (firmly) "Yep!"
Godbear help these two morons together.

11:20 Chantal starts twitching, followed by a SHH tic. James looks over, surprised. Welcome to the rest of your lives together, buddy.

James is salty as hell about his Chantal not sleeping in their new home yet. He says he ordered a big pizza ALL TO HIMSELF and she missed it. Well, Chantal, here's your live in feeder. Don't you dare try to stay away from him. He will order all your favorite food as punishment. Chantal laughs uncomfortably.

She will go back to Bibi's tonight fir the cats "and a few more things." I thought there was only one carload there total? She's gonna drag this out for weeks.

James sweetly tells her he is excited to meet her Sam. That's right, Peetz: threaten, then soothe...

... followed by saying he hopes she leaves Kasey (new name: BB Junes) with her ex. Or that she jumps out of the car. He really hates that cat. Chantal laughs meanly.

They talk about an in joke they had from their last stint living together, where James holds the cat's head. After relaying what "no mercy" is, Chantal stares lovingly at James for an uncomfortably long time. Oh man.

Chantal relays a stupid story about a squirrel hiding under a car. She refers to her car as "our car". Oh man they gettin' back together fo' sho'.

Chantal acknowledges that all mega fatties have breathing issues. She says it's hard for her to breathe when she eats. But it's just because she has unrelated breathing issues on TOP of her fatty breathing issues. It doesn't occur to her that all of her breathing issues are related to her fat. Self aware and yet totally un self aware.

Simultaneously, James turns around to wash his hands and we are treated to a view of his massive back bald spot and neck beard. Hubba hubba.

James is finished with some food left on his plate. There's still a bunch of time left. He sits there uncomfortably while Chantal keeps eating. She's now getting into the crispy wings. She glances over and realizes he isn't eating. She starts to wrap it up; she will have to wait to finish her binge until he goes back upstairs to work.

She wants to get suggestions on what she should cook for them, camera position, etc

They open their fortune cookies. Chantal "very little is needed to make a happy life". She declares it wrong.

Oh god they're doing this with piles of cookies. I cant. Multiverse out.
 
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... did they get high before filming?

they are both stoned out of their gourd. Peetz is going to be getting her high and she's going to be packing on the weight even faster. Peetz holds his fork like a fucking neanderthal. These two are going to be pigs in shit shortly. Perhaps literally.

Chantal put the table so close to the fridge she can reach in and grab soda without getting out of her chair. *snort*
 
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