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Btw, she mentioned that she is going to do a Simply Sara recipe. I wonder which wonderful recipe she is going to choose...
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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Btw, she mentioned that she is going to do a Simply Sara recipe. I wonder which wonderful recipe she is going to choose...
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James is a putz and she visibly loathes him. That cunty smile she gives to the camera after she admonishes him gives her away.
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She keeps circling back to Keto for some reason. If it’s Keto why add BBQ sauce ? That whole pizza is more calorie dense and higher fat macros than a regular pizza. She’s going to eat something carb filled later and we know it so I don’t know who she thinks she’s fooling. She was very cunty and I can tell she’s getting sick of Peetz. Her attitude explaining how even if he didn’t choose to keep his food in his room she would insist because of her issues seemed aggressive. We get it Clotso you run the show and everything is all about you.
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Where to even start with this video?
Chantal, who just two days ago was snarling about "doing what I want, I want to be a trainwreck" as she wolfed down poutine and hot dogs, is now calmly talking (again!) about keto, carbs, calories, and "home-cooked meals." She's only going to do Fast Food Fridays, because that worked so unbelievably well the last hundred times she committed to that.
Chantal, squishing around giant chunks of chicken breast with some barbecue sauce, thinking it'll taste just like the Pizza Pizza pie she loves so dearly. Not even marinating them for a while first, or seasoning them with salt and pepper and basting them afterwards, or even shredding them onto the pizza, but just hunks of breast with a slick coating of some sauce I've never heard of.
Chantal, making her pizza sauce with a can of tomato sauce, almost zero seasoning or herbs, no fresh ingredients, and what appeared to be a cup of garlic powder and half a cup of onion powder. Holy fuck. I can't even begin to imagine how that tasted.
Chantal, eating a mega-calorie crust that tasted like almonds, saying "I would never binge on this...it's good, not like some greasy Little Caesar's, you know?" when just two weeks ago--if that--she was rhapsodizing and jizzing in her chair over the excellence of Little Caear's pizza as she shared a pie with Peetz.
Chantal, giving Peetz a dirty look when he belched and patted his stomach, when she has farted and belched in front of this imbecile so many times it's unquantifiable.
Chantal, who used to have a flat and saggy ass, appears to have suddenly developed a shelf in her caboose.
This woman is so fucked in the head it makes the mind whirl.
...and I love it!
ETA: Fuck Chantal for getting annoyed at her cats for making holes in the screen and walking on the island as she's making shit pizza. Has she ever bothered to train them properly (you can train a cat, you know)? Has she made sure they know where they are allowed, and where they are not? No. She puts treats on that very island next to her food, she lets them walk everywhere that food is prepared and eaten--always has--and lets them do whatever they want. I have a cat, and she has never once tried to attack the screen door; she may have tried once to put her claws in there out of curiosity, and she learned pretty quickly that it was not a cool move. Cats are not dumb. They are toiled-trained, for Peetz sakes!
Now that they have fruit flies, she blames it on the cats and they're going to be punished by not having fresh air anymore?! Can someone in her area go and rescue them?
Chantal, who just two days ago was snarling about "doing what I want, I want to be a trainwreck" as she wolfed down poutine and hot dogs, is now calmly talking (again!) about keto, carbs, calories, and "home-cooked meals." She's only going to do Fast Food Fridays, because that worked so unbelievably well the last hundred times she committed to that.
Chantal, squishing around giant chunks of chicken breast with some barbecue sauce, thinking it'll taste just like the Pizza Pizza pie she loves so dearly. Not even marinating them for a while first, or seasoning them with salt and pepper and basting them afterwards, or even shredding them onto the pizza, but just hunks of breast with a slick coating of some sauce I've never heard of.
Chantal, making her pizza sauce with a can of tomato sauce, almost zero seasoning or herbs, no fresh ingredients, and what appeared to be a cup of garlic powder and half a cup of onion powder. Holy fuck. I can't even begin to imagine how that tasted.
Chantal, eating a mega-calorie crust that tasted like almonds, saying "I would never binge on this...it's good, not like some greasy Little Caesar's, you know?" when just two weeks ago--if that--she was rhapsodizing and jizzing in her chair over the excellence of Little Caear's pizza as she shared a pie with Peetz.
Chantal, giving Peetz a dirty look when he belched and patted his stomach, when she has farted and belched in front of this imbecile so many times it's unquantifiable.
Chantal, who used to have a flat and saggy ass, appears to have suddenly developed a shelf in her caboose.
This woman is so fucked in the head it makes the mind whirl.
...and I love it!
ETA: Fuck Chantal for getting annoyed at her cats for making holes in the screen and walking on the island as she's making shit pizza. Has she ever bothered to train them properly (you can train a cat, you know)? Has she made sure they know where they are allowed, and where they are not? No. She puts treats on that very island next to her food, she lets them walk everywhere that food is prepared and eaten--always has--and lets them do whatever they want. I have a cat, and she has never once tried to attack the screen door; she may have tried once to put her claws in there out of curiosity, and she learned pretty quickly that it was not a cool move. Cats are not dumb. They are toiled-trained, for Peetz sakes!
Now that they have fruit flies, she blames it on the cats and they're going to be punished by not having fresh air anymore?! Can someone in her area go and rescue them?
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literally low-key
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The way she side-eyes Peetz as he takes a bite.
I've never heard of cooking the shit out of the vegetables before putting them on the pizza to bake. Also she should have just par baked that crust.
I've never heard of cooking the shit out of the vegetables before putting them on the pizza to bake. Also she should have just par baked that crust.
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Mixing the chicken, seasoning salt and bbq sauce with her hands was the most disgusting thing. Bleh.
They are starting to get on each others nerves and I'm living for it.
They are starting to get on each others nerves and I'm living for it.
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So I watched the Poutine video she just uploaded yesterday, and all I can say is...yikes.
She's absolutley fuming right now. Because baby Amber got the big C and everyone is willing to coddle and baby her and forgive Amber for any of her wrongdoings. But Chantel is still fair game, heck more people are going to turn their eyes onto her because nothing much has changed over the few months or so since she's left Bibi.
She's downright miserable. She's pushing well into the 400s, looks abnormal no matter what angle she takes, and even her favorite foods no longer satisfy her craves. Bibi breaking up with her with really did mess her up. The one thing Chantal had as proof that she wasn't a disgusting slob of a pig, was the fact that she had a boyfriend for an x amount of years.
And when Bibi finally had enough of her and kicked her ass to the curb, Chantal couldn't process that. She mentioned in her livestream a while ago that she can't "wait to fall in love again."
But who exactly will want to be with her? Peetz seems to come into terms that he will never be with Chantal and got the next best thing by being her roommate and having her mother him, and all "lovers" Chantal would mention from time to time haven't even shown up once in her current video.
She knows in the back of her mind that unless she's willing to find another Peetz or someone whose a feeder, she really has a limited option in which she could find someone to date. But, Chantal would rather delude herself into thinking that despite eating copious amount of food, have a fupa that hangs low on her hips and even having a disgusting, leaking boil nestled somewhere on her back, she is worthy of a hot African lover who will sweep her off her feet and take her away from her sad life.
I really can't wait to see what happens next. I don't see her and Peetz lasting long with their current living situation, especially with the way Chantal treats the guy like he's an idiot (which isn't too far off...).
I predict her moving elsewhere by the end of the year.
She's absolutley fuming right now. Because baby Amber got the big C and everyone is willing to coddle and baby her and forgive Amber for any of her wrongdoings. But Chantel is still fair game, heck more people are going to turn their eyes onto her because nothing much has changed over the few months or so since she's left Bibi.
She's downright miserable. She's pushing well into the 400s, looks abnormal no matter what angle she takes, and even her favorite foods no longer satisfy her craves. Bibi breaking up with her with really did mess her up. The one thing Chantal had as proof that she wasn't a disgusting slob of a pig, was the fact that she had a boyfriend for an x amount of years.
And when Bibi finally had enough of her and kicked her ass to the curb, Chantal couldn't process that. She mentioned in her livestream a while ago that she can't "wait to fall in love again."
But who exactly will want to be with her? Peetz seems to come into terms that he will never be with Chantal and got the next best thing by being her roommate and having her mother him, and all "lovers" Chantal would mention from time to time haven't even shown up once in her current video.
She knows in the back of her mind that unless she's willing to find another Peetz or someone whose a feeder, she really has a limited option in which she could find someone to date. But, Chantal would rather delude herself into thinking that despite eating copious amount of food, have a fupa that hangs low on her hips and even having a disgusting, leaking boil nestled somewhere on her back, she is worthy of a hot African lover who will sweep her off her feet and take her away from her sad life.
I really can't wait to see what happens next. I don't see her and Peetz lasting long with their current living situation, especially with the way Chantal treats the guy like he's an idiot (which isn't too far off...).
I predict her moving elsewhere by the end of the year.
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Could it be that.... she's lying about her weight?She is enormous for 380 pounds.
I want to believe karma exists and it makes Chantal gain a pound for every 10lbs her followers lose from being motivated / disgusted by her terrible eaiting habits. Following the same thought, it means they collectively lost over 1000lbs this past six month alone.
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It's easier for Chantal to live in fantasy land than to actually face reality.
If she doesn't lower her standards to a level they need to be to actually get a partner again, she can at least pretend that it'll happen eventually. She can talk about hooking up and even not being into one-night stands as if that's a real possibility. But in her warped mind, it kind of is because it's always easier to pretend out of something unknown than to have it known and the illusion be shattered.
It's the same with her eating. Chantal can rationalize her habits by delaying the reality. In her mind, she is convinced that one day she'll just wake up and begin losing the weight. So, she can get away with stuffing her face today as tomorrow may just prove to be that day!
Chantal has so thoroughly fucked her mind up that I don't think she really grasps how much effort it's going to take to lose weight. You hear it with every plan she makes: she will do this and that and bam, she'll be ready to scale Mt. Everest.
It was mentioned earlier about her losing weight for the bachelorette party a couple years ago. She was convinced she'd be able to lose enough weight to buy a corset and look fucking hot. Even if she were to have lost a significant amount of weight, which didn't happen, btw, as we saw with that god-awful dress, she's so fucking big (and was still way fucking big back then) that the amount of weight she would need to lose in the months prior to the party to even remotely come close to that level (not even getting into the skin removal surgery) was staggeringly high.
But in her warped fucking mind, she fully bought into this idea that she'd easily drop the weight needed in like six months to reach that goal.
Chantal seems to operate under this disillusion that she's just a bit obese... that she needs to lose about 100 lbs and she'll be a sexy, skinny bombshell that no one can resist.
And that's what allows for her to keep pretending and why there is zero fucking urgency to anything she does.
Sure, she'll have moments if clarity but they're so fleeting that they really shouldn't count.
And so it continues...
If she doesn't lower her standards to a level they need to be to actually get a partner again, she can at least pretend that it'll happen eventually. She can talk about hooking up and even not being into one-night stands as if that's a real possibility. But in her warped mind, it kind of is because it's always easier to pretend out of something unknown than to have it known and the illusion be shattered.
It's the same with her eating. Chantal can rationalize her habits by delaying the reality. In her mind, she is convinced that one day she'll just wake up and begin losing the weight. So, she can get away with stuffing her face today as tomorrow may just prove to be that day!
Chantal has so thoroughly fucked her mind up that I don't think she really grasps how much effort it's going to take to lose weight. You hear it with every plan she makes: she will do this and that and bam, she'll be ready to scale Mt. Everest.
It was mentioned earlier about her losing weight for the bachelorette party a couple years ago. She was convinced she'd be able to lose enough weight to buy a corset and look fucking hot. Even if she were to have lost a significant amount of weight, which didn't happen, btw, as we saw with that god-awful dress, she's so fucking big (and was still way fucking big back then) that the amount of weight she would need to lose in the months prior to the party to even remotely come close to that level (not even getting into the skin removal surgery) was staggeringly high.
But in her warped fucking mind, she fully bought into this idea that she'd easily drop the weight needed in like six months to reach that goal.
Chantal seems to operate under this disillusion that she's just a bit obese... that she needs to lose about 100 lbs and she'll be a sexy, skinny bombshell that no one can resist.
And that's what allows for her to keep pretending and why there is zero fucking urgency to anything she does.
Sure, she'll have moments if clarity but they're so fleeting that they really shouldn't count.
And so it continues...
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Her hands are so pudgy and fat that no matter what she uses them for she looks like a special needs toddler, watching her squelch all that stuff around in a dish was like watching a little kid “helping” mummy in the kitchen while she does the real cooking.
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I vote for "Wanda's Macaroni Salad". I always wondered who hurt Wanda to make her craft such an abomination.
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It's hilarious how he prefers warming up premade chicken nuggets to Chantal's "cooking"
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Can we talk about the fact that her life is basically over?
I mean she wasted most of her youth being a fucking degenerate and “sticking it to the man”, realized she didn’t want to be a productive member of society so she dropped out of school and was let go of any worthwhile employment, and became NEET. Then she spent 8(?) years of her life codepending on a stoic African green card chaser who clearly had ZERO romantic interest in her, and she couldnt even maintain herself enough to keep him around. Meanwhile she balloons up about 40 lbs a year, daydreams of vacations and instathottiness, all while forgetting that she’s pushing 40.
Amberlynn has [relative] youth on her side, but Chantel’s immaturity about bettering herself is absolutely detrimental. Even if she decided TONIGHT that she wanted to turn things around, it would take her years to get down to a healthy weight, and her body would basically be deformed anyway. And I doubt any dominican studs want to come back to her room at any rats.
Now here we are, where she ( + bank of grams & mother sarault) splits the rent with her autistic ex, spends most of her days sitting in the kitchen or driving around for fast food, and longs for a life she fucked herself out of having. She’s unemployable, unskilled, uncultured, unambitious, and pathetic.
She’s basically a perpetual trainwreck that will entertain us for years to come since she’s strongarmed herself into making youtube her only source of income, and even more so because she only gets views when acting like trainwreck.
Bon appetit
I mean she wasted most of her youth being a fucking degenerate and “sticking it to the man”, realized she didn’t want to be a productive member of society so she dropped out of school and was let go of any worthwhile employment, and became NEET. Then she spent 8(?) years of her life codepending on a stoic African green card chaser who clearly had ZERO romantic interest in her, and she couldnt even maintain herself enough to keep him around. Meanwhile she balloons up about 40 lbs a year, daydreams of vacations and instathottiness, all while forgetting that she’s pushing 40.
Amberlynn has [relative] youth on her side, but Chantel’s immaturity about bettering herself is absolutely detrimental. Even if she decided TONIGHT that she wanted to turn things around, it would take her years to get down to a healthy weight, and her body would basically be deformed anyway. And I doubt any dominican studs want to come back to her room at any rats.
Now here we are, where she ( + bank of grams & mother sarault) splits the rent with her autistic ex, spends most of her days sitting in the kitchen or driving around for fast food, and longs for a life she fucked herself out of having. She’s unemployable, unskilled, uncultured, unambitious, and pathetic.
She’s basically a perpetual trainwreck that will entertain us for years to come since she’s strongarmed herself into making youtube her only source of income, and even more so because she only gets views when acting like trainwreck.
Bon appetit
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I can see Peetz putting the rope around his neck weeks after Chantal becomes bedbound, guy just doesn't have the fortitude or patience to take care of someone else. He's gonna blow up one morning after wiping last night's shit from Chinny's ass and realizing that's what his life has come to. Malan bailed out before it hit the fan, but James was guilty of being too much of a spineless-I mean-feminist ally, it ended becoming his smelly, greasy lardass tomb. It's not like lil Jimmy's gonna abandon Jabbed the Hutt now that she needs assistance.
As much as i find him an unlikeable little autismo goblin, that does make me feel bad for the guy. Part of me wishes Chantal would wise up and work towards a comfortable future for hers and Peetz's sake, but the other part of me just can't look away from the speeding train picking up towards a cliff, it's two drivers insisting that just a couple miles faster will *totally* make the leap to the other side.
As much as i find him an unlikeable little autismo goblin, that does make me feel bad for the guy. Part of me wishes Chantal would wise up and work towards a comfortable future for hers and Peetz's sake, but the other part of me just can't look away from the speeding train picking up towards a cliff, it's two drivers insisting that just a couple miles faster will *totally* make the leap to the other side.
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One of the most maddening things about her is that she refers to YouTube as "my job," yet puts ZERO thought, planning, or effort into any of her videos. She just turns on the camera when the mood strikes, then goes about her regular old, boring, disgusting life, yet fancies herself a "content creator."
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She always had a shelf ass that looked like a filled diaper. It's just rare that we see pictures or footage of her from the side. But it's always a treat to see how grotesque her body really looks without her usual angles and filters when she either does it inadvertently like in this cooking video or when she's in her HAES phase and doesn't give a shit.
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Well it can happen. Look at Amberlynn.
Like any other job she had, it seems.
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I’m pretty sure Chantal’s body is in a state where that isn’t possible.
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I never thought Peetz was still in love with Chantal. His filming of her butt always seemed like a sarcastic in-joke that she didn't understand and he's autistically loyal. He didn't really grasp what was in store for him.
But he now understands how debilitating are the extra 200 pounds she's gained since he last lived with her. He never went into her apartment with Bibi and he also likely didn't understand how psychologically unwell she is because in small doses, she may seem just a little quirky to a dude with possible autism. He didn't really grasp that she can't take care of hygiene consistently because she probably mustered all her energy and showered and wore clean clothes when they'd go out for not-date nights since Bibi refused to leave the house with her. It's all becoming clear to him - she lives in a rolling chair, can't clean herself properly and now has a festering back hole because of it, and they live in squalor.
Some have interpreted his "crust isn't crisp" comment as rude but I consider it the nicest thing he could say when forced to eat such an abortion. She's angry at him because with Peetz on camera she cannot control the narrative and because she knows now that a lot of people are watching to see what Peetz reveals (like in the abortion pizza, he makes it clear she hasn't swept the floor in a while). He may be on the spectrum but he's also getting his licks in because he knows now he's been sold a pig in a poke but has too much loyalty to break the lease and leave her on her own. But even loyalty only gets you so far - I expect far more Peetz revelations with Chantal becoming angrier and angrier because Peetz will not follow her script.
I honestly wonder how long it will be before she tries to sneak his food while he's sleeping. It's coming to that, especially when she gets too fat to drive or too fat to negotiate the stairs. I'm actually sort of looking forward to that because Peetz's anger will bubble up in little bursts and will reveal new gross shit about Chantal and she'll sit there seething or will be forced to edit it out.
Also her anger has become something else lately. It's almost like she's got a deep well of rage in the center of all that fat and it's beginning to erupt out of her pores, like that seeping hole on her back. The seagull enraged her, the cats enrage her, Peetz enrages her - sometimes anger is depression focused outward, but in this case I think it really is rage because Chantal considers herself so superior to everyone else and here she sits next to a man who doesn't want to fuck her but her audience loves, in an empty apartment, too fat to stand and reeking of death, and ain't nobody calling, her dance card is empty and now Amberlynn's diseased uterus sucked up all the attention. If she is depressed, it is solely because she can't understand why people don't adore her, not because she understands her life is over. She's gonna lose it bad in the next 72 hours. I just wonder what form the upcoming tantrum will take.
But he now understands how debilitating are the extra 200 pounds she's gained since he last lived with her. He never went into her apartment with Bibi and he also likely didn't understand how psychologically unwell she is because in small doses, she may seem just a little quirky to a dude with possible autism. He didn't really grasp that she can't take care of hygiene consistently because she probably mustered all her energy and showered and wore clean clothes when they'd go out for not-date nights since Bibi refused to leave the house with her. It's all becoming clear to him - she lives in a rolling chair, can't clean herself properly and now has a festering back hole because of it, and they live in squalor.
Some have interpreted his "crust isn't crisp" comment as rude but I consider it the nicest thing he could say when forced to eat such an abortion. She's angry at him because with Peetz on camera she cannot control the narrative and because she knows now that a lot of people are watching to see what Peetz reveals (like in the abortion pizza, he makes it clear she hasn't swept the floor in a while). He may be on the spectrum but he's also getting his licks in because he knows now he's been sold a pig in a poke but has too much loyalty to break the lease and leave her on her own. But even loyalty only gets you so far - I expect far more Peetz revelations with Chantal becoming angrier and angrier because Peetz will not follow her script.
I honestly wonder how long it will be before she tries to sneak his food while he's sleeping. It's coming to that, especially when she gets too fat to drive or too fat to negotiate the stairs. I'm actually sort of looking forward to that because Peetz's anger will bubble up in little bursts and will reveal new gross shit about Chantal and she'll sit there seething or will be forced to edit it out.
Also her anger has become something else lately. It's almost like she's got a deep well of rage in the center of all that fat and it's beginning to erupt out of her pores, like that seeping hole on her back. The seagull enraged her, the cats enrage her, Peetz enrages her - sometimes anger is depression focused outward, but in this case I think it really is rage because Chantal considers herself so superior to everyone else and here she sits next to a man who doesn't want to fuck her but her audience loves, in an empty apartment, too fat to stand and reeking of death, and ain't nobody calling, her dance card is empty and now Amberlynn's diseased uterus sucked up all the attention. If she is depressed, it is solely because she can't understand why people don't adore her, not because she understands her life is over. She's gonna lose it bad in the next 72 hours. I just wonder what form the upcoming tantrum will take.
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Where to even start with this video?
Chantal, who just two days ago was snarling about "doing what I want, I want to be a trainwreck" as she wolfed down poutine and hot dogs, is now calmly talking (again!) about keto, carbs, calories, and "home-cooked meals." She's only going to do Fast Food Fridays, because that worked so unbelievably well the last hundred times she committed to that.
Chantal, squishing around giant chunks of chicken breast with some barbecue sauce, thinking it'll taste just like the Pizza Pizza pie she loves so dearly. Not even marinating them for a while first, or seasoning them with salt and pepper and basting them afterwards, or even shredding them onto the pizza, but just hunks of breast with a slick coating of some sauce I've never heard of.
Chantal, making her pizza sauce with a can of tomato sauce, almost zero seasoning or herbs, no fresh ingredients, and what appeared to be a cup of garlic powder and half a cup of onion powder. Holy fuck. I can't even begin to imagine how that tasted.
Chantal, eating a mega-calorie crust that tasted like almonds, saying "I would never binge on this...it's good, not like some greasy Little Caesar's, you know?" when just two weeks ago--if that--she was rhapsodizing and jizzing in her chair over the excellence of Little Caear's pizza as she shared a pie with Peetz.
Chantal, giving Peetz a dirty look when he belched and patted his stomach, when she has farted and belched in front of this imbecile so many times it's unquantifiable.
Chantal, who used to have a flat and saggy ass, appears to have suddenly developed a shelf in her caboose.
This woman is so fucked in the head it makes the mind whirl.
...and I love it!
ETA: Fuck Chantal for getting annoyed at her cats for making holes in the screen and walking on the island as she's making shit pizza. Has she ever bothered to train them properly (you can train a cat, you know)? Has she made sure they know where they are allowed, and where they are not? No. She puts treats on that very island next to her food, she lets them walk everywhere that food is prepared and eaten--always has--and lets them do whatever they want. I have a cat, and she has never once tried to attack the screen door; she may have tried once to put her claws in there out of curiosity, and she learned pretty quickly that it was not a cool move. Cats are not dumb. They are toiled-trained, for Peetz sakes!
Now that they have fruit flies, she blames it on the cats and they're going to be punished by not having fresh air anymore?! Can someone in her area go and rescue them?
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.Chantal, you ninny. You get fruit flies from rotting fruit sitting out on the counter. Not from your poor cats.
Chantal, who just two days ago was snarling about "doing what I want, I want to be a trainwreck" as she wolfed down poutine and hot dogs, is now calmly talking (again!) about keto, carbs, calories, and "home-cooked meals." She's only going to do Fast Food Fridays, because that worked so unbelievably well the last hundred times she committed to that.
Chantal, squishing around giant chunks of chicken breast with some barbecue sauce, thinking it'll taste just like the Pizza Pizza pie she loves so dearly. Not even marinating them for a while first, or seasoning them with salt and pepper and basting them afterwards, or even shredding them onto the pizza, but just hunks of breast with a slick coating of some sauce I've never heard of.
Chantal, making her pizza sauce with a can of tomato sauce, almost zero seasoning or herbs, no fresh ingredients, and what appeared to be a cup of garlic powder and half a cup of onion powder. Holy fuck. I can't even begin to imagine how that tasted.
Chantal, eating a mega-calorie crust that tasted like almonds, saying "I would never binge on this...it's good, not like some greasy Little Caesar's, you know?" when just two weeks ago--if that--she was rhapsodizing and jizzing in her chair over the excellence of Little Caear's pizza as she shared a pie with Peetz.
Chantal, giving Peetz a dirty look when he belched and patted his stomach, when she has farted and belched in front of this imbecile so many times it's unquantifiable.
Chantal, who used to have a flat and saggy ass, appears to have suddenly developed a shelf in her caboose.
This woman is so fucked in the head it makes the mind whirl.
...and I love it!
ETA: Fuck Chantal for getting annoyed at her cats for making holes in the screen and walking on the island as she's making shit pizza. Has she ever bothered to train them properly (you can train a cat, you know)? Has she made sure they know where they are allowed, and where they are not? No. She puts treats on that very island next to her food, she lets them walk everywhere that food is prepared and eaten--always has--and lets them do whatever they want. I have a cat, and she has never once tried to attack the screen door; she may have tried once to put her claws in there out of curiosity, and she learned pretty quickly that it was not a cool move. Cats are not dumb. They are toiled-trained, for Peetz sakes!
Now that they have fruit flies, she blames it on the cats and they're going to be punished by not having fresh air anymore?! Can someone in her area go and rescue them?
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.Chantal, you ninny. You get fruit flies from rotting fruit sitting out on the counter. Not from your poor cats.