Pout*s*ine
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Jesus, she's such a massive cunt.
God forbid you become a productive member of society, huh, Chantal?
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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Jesus, she's such a massive cunt.
God forbid you become a productive member of society, huh, Chantal?
Nocellara
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Ew... what a fucking cunt. Hilarious that she dismisses something so simple like getting off her fat fucking ass and getting a job that would eventually benefit her in so many ways.
She is doomed and I cannot wait to watch.
She is doomed and I cannot wait to watch.
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She’ll never get a job. No one would hire her anyway, especially given her track record.
At least she has the luxury of refusing.
At least she has the luxury of refusing.
Captain Ahab
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I don’t know what people expected her to say regarding getting a job. All she does all day long is eat and binge Netflix. She has no passions, dreams, or aspirations. She’s never even had a hobby in her entire life. She claims to like reading, writing, and singing, but she never does any of them. If you have to force yourself to do something, it’s not a hobby. She only chose those activities because she thought they’d make her look more sophisticated and intelligent. There’s no passion or fire behind any of it.
Chantal is an empty shell of a human being. She’s never gonna get a job, because she doesn’t truly care about anything. Not even her own body or future.
Chantal is an empty shell of a human being. She’s never gonna get a job, because she doesn’t truly care about anything. Not even her own body or future.
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Lol what about these Chantal? Sure the Farms has been speculating on your diabetes for years but the people commenting on youtube are getting it straight from the hippo's mouth:
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The Moment
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LOL calm as a morning lake bruh, unlike our dear ogress. One can't help but be pretty astounded at how she still manages to be waddling around with all four limbs. Also I noticed since she deleted her Poutine chimpout her subscriber count is back up at least 100 subs. Looks like her groveling won at least a few sweet summer children back into her festering folds.
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Honestly, that short response sums up her feelings about ANYTHING in life she needs to do but is not super fun/tasty. Those of us with jobs, do we want to be there? Dealing with people/customers? Fuck no. Do we want to watch our food and go to the doctor? Hell no, but part of being an adult is doing that shit. This is why she will be the poster child for "arrested development" until Lord Beetus takes her
inquizadoor
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She'll never be able to get a regular job for sure but I'd love to see her have an actual interview. She'd be so obnoxious answering any questions, and I imagine the only questions she'd have for her interviewer would involve how long their lunch break is.
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Not liking your job 100%, or even hating it is still better than being trapped in +250lbs of pure lard. Ew. I'm sure anyone here on Karen Farms who's currently in a shitty job situation would still not trade place with the behemoth, if just for a week. Her life comes with permanent medical problems, arrested development, loneliness, craziness and an extra 10lbs each month. And it doesn't stop, ever. It's been like this since forever and will be as long as she breaths, with or without CPAP. There is no hope for her.
At least with a shitty job you can eventually hope to find something better and improve your situation.
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Totally agree. Jobs help you retain the ability to better interact with people, they help you feel like you’ve actually done something that day, and help you be able to keep a more normal sleeping schedule. Imagining her life, her entire existence composed of obsessing over her addiction, no desire or ability to break out of it....that’s ewNot liking your job 100%, or even hating it is still better than being trapped in +250lbs of pure lard. Ew. I'm sure anyone here on Karen Farms who's currently in a shitty job situation would still not trade place with the behemoth, if just for a week. Her life comes with permanent medical problems, arrested development, loneliness, craziness and an extra 10lbs each month. And it doesn't stop, ever. It's been like this since forever and will be as long as she breaths, with or without CPAP. There is no hope for her.
At least with a shitty job you can eventually hope to find something better and improve your situation.
hungryhippo
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I can't believe Chinny tried to paint herself as someone "easily swayed by others" when any criticism of her that she doesn't like is met with either a deleted comment, a seething community post, or a big fuck you I'll do what I want video.
Also, her "addiction" is to food. Yeah, alcoholics don't NEED alcohol, and drug addicts don't NEED drugs, the same way people need food. But Chinny picking greasy fast food over healthy food is the equivalent of an alcoholic picking Vodka over water if they're thirsty, or a drug addict popping a fucking Oxy over Advil to fix a headache. Dumb, she can't understand her own analogy.
Also, her "addiction" is to food. Yeah, alcoholics don't NEED alcohol, and drug addicts don't NEED drugs, the same way people need food. But Chinny picking greasy fast food over healthy food is the equivalent of an alcoholic picking Vodka over water if they're thirsty, or a drug addict popping a fucking Oxy over Advil to fix a headache. Dumb, she can't understand her own analogy.
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It’s also about the sheer amount she eats and thinks about food
I hate when she does the “people want fat people to just eat air Everyone needs food to survive so it’s not addiction” shit. It might not be healthy in the long run, but normal sized people can go a fucking month or longer without eating and live. she could probably survive months on her blubber alone if she hadn’t eaten herself into such poor health. This bitch thinks she’s in danger of dying after she did a juice cleanse for two days
Tomssu
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Sorry this is super late, but it's good to see our gorl enjoying eating again❤
There's the tongue!
There's the tongue!
Nocellara
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Fasting is very healthy. Cuntal could survive over a year without eating a single thing with the correct vitamins and supplementation.
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It's like she's TRYING to pick a fight with lord beetus.
That's not a fight you want to pick Jabba, you can't just run away and hide from him like you do with criticism.
And blood sugar doesn't give a shit about temper tantrums.
Cardboard Box Mountain
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That's it exactly. You can't argue, sulk, whine, or reason with a disease. Her sperging at her audience will not save her from cause and effect. Chantal's level of denial and DGAF is like someone on heroin. Most people who aren't blasted on drugs 24-7 will do anything to yank the welcome mat from under the Grim Reaper. Instead, she's giving him a raging boner. I'll accept my rotten tomatoes for the pun.
Captain Ahab
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Well, I’m no writer, but I guess it’d be something like that.
The silence of the office is broken by the ding of the elevator doors sliding open, followed by heavy breathing and loud stumping. The wheezing is soon joined by the spine-tingling lament of wheels squeaking their requiem. A series of animalistic knocks shakes the door in its hinges. A fart is heard. A giggle. The door swings open. A red-faced sweaty creature waddles into the office, her gargantuan belly pushing a walker with a fat cat and a stack of McDonald’s bags and pizza boxes sitting atop. She rummages through the mess, pulls out a stack of papers, and drops it onto the desk. Between two grease stains and some ketchup a name can be read.
“M’am, the interview was two hours ago. We’ve already...”
“You beezin’, Sammy. Who’s my big boy. Who’s mama’s fat boy,” a masculine voice growls. It takes him a minute to realize it came from the woman. Unperturbed by his remark, she picks up her cat, sending the content of two pizza boxes onto the expensive carpet, and drops the animal onto the desk.
“Sammy’s a big boy,” she giggles.
He nods uncomfortably. Obscured by the initial shock, a smell of old socks and dirty toilets assaults his senses. Deciding that the best course of action is to fake the interview and hope she will leave without much hassle, he tilts back in his chair and opens the window.
“It’s pretty hot today, isn’t it?” He says with a big smile, as a heap of snow forms on the windowsill. The woman stares longingly at the pizza on the carpet.
“So, Chantal, what can you tell us about yourself?”
Visibly annoyed the woman looks at him like he’s a pile of dog shit she just stepped into.
“That’s very personal.”
“We just want to get to know our candidates.”
“You know what. I’m done. I’m sick and tired of having to explain myself to everyone. It’s my life and I can do whatever I want. You people are sick. Why don’t you bully someone else. Why me? It it just cause I’m fat? I’m done. From now on, I’m keeping everything private. It’s none of your business what I do.”
Before he can say anything, the now purple faced woman swings back and forth in her chair, and, having gained enough momentum, stands up, grabs her cat and waltzes out of the room, dragging her walker behind her. Through the open door, a man is heard yelling about Jeff Bezos until the noise of the candy jar flying onto the marble floor covers everything in a blanket of silence. The elevator doors open and close. As he picks up the chair off the floor, he notices a brown stain in the middle. He decides to take the rest of the day off. Maybe even the rest of the week.
“M’am, the interview was two hours ago. We’ve already...”
“You beezin’, Sammy. Who’s my big boy. Who’s mama’s fat boy,” a masculine voice growls. It takes him a minute to realize it came from the woman. Unperturbed by his remark, she picks up her cat, sending the content of two pizza boxes onto the expensive carpet, and drops the animal onto the desk.
“Sammy’s a big boy,” she giggles.
He nods uncomfortably. Obscured by the initial shock, a smell of old socks and dirty toilets assaults his senses. Deciding that the best course of action is to fake the interview and hope she will leave without much hassle, he tilts back in his chair and opens the window.
“It’s pretty hot today, isn’t it?” He says with a big smile, as a heap of snow forms on the windowsill. The woman stares longingly at the pizza on the carpet.
“So, Chantal, what can you tell us about yourself?”
Visibly annoyed the woman looks at him like he’s a pile of dog shit she just stepped into.
“That’s very personal.”
“We just want to get to know our candidates.”
“You know what. I’m done. I’m sick and tired of having to explain myself to everyone. It’s my life and I can do whatever I want. You people are sick. Why don’t you bully someone else. Why me? It it just cause I’m fat? I’m done. From now on, I’m keeping everything private. It’s none of your business what I do.”
Before he can say anything, the now purple faced woman swings back and forth in her chair, and, having gained enough momentum, stands up, grabs her cat and waltzes out of the room, dragging her walker behind her. Through the open door, a man is heard yelling about Jeff Bezos until the noise of the candy jar flying onto the marble floor covers everything in a blanket of silence. The elevator doors open and close. As he picks up the chair off the floor, he notices a brown stain in the middle. He decides to take the rest of the day off. Maybe even the rest of the week.