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

ROAD TRIP MUKBANG GIBEAUS ORANGE JULEP -- 7/29/20


What a pathetic sight to see, even for Chantal
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Poot-sin, again
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Her fingers dwarf that (disgusting looking) hot dog
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This is why I will never feel any sympathy towards this woman. She has her walker in the backseat and is binging on some poutine all in one. What a slap in the face to actual disabled ppl. I wouldn’t be shocked if she bought herself a handicap tag to hang on her car mirror. She deserves every health crisis her future holds.
 
lol every goddamn time she eats poutine, she has to tell us how she's using the French pronunciation. Every. Fucking. Time.
Poutine is Chantal's dream. The epitome of nasty deep fried fast food that's part of her "culture." The French pronunciation gives it the illusion of class. It's just like her. Trash with a fancy name and some instagram filters slapped on it. Except Chantal doesn't taste like a sodium speed ball, she tastes like... well, you fill in the blank there lol
 
This is why I will never feel any sympathy towards this woman. She has her walker in the backseat and is binging on some poutine all in one. What a slap in the face to actual disabled ppl. I wouldn’t be shocked if she bought herself a handicap tag to hang on her car mirror. She deserves every health crisis her future holds.

she's a full on food addict and I don't think she deserves to suffer but it's hard to feel bad for her at this point.


Poutine is Chantal's dream. The epitome of nasty deep fried fast food that's part of her "culture." The French pronunciation gives it the illusion of class. It's just like her. Trash with a fancy name and some instagram filters slapped on it. Except Chantal doesn't taste like a sodium speed ball, she tastes like... well, you fill in the blank there lol

hit it on the head, here. chantal has zero culture. she's kind of your typical white canadian. she's fat, she eats trash food, she goes to costco, she watches mediocre TV shows. she used to try to have a sense of fashion (her taste was always frumpy but at least she tried) but she's now too fat to even really do that.

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anyway, I remember when she was trying to get her bald spot to go away by eating better...guess she's accepted her female pattern baldness
 
lol every goddamn time she eats poutine, she has to tell us how she's using the French pronunciation. Every. Fucking. Time.

And can this big diabetic bitch finally learn the difference between house-made and homemade? I know it's nitpicky and 'tismy but god damn. If you want to LARP as a well traveled and cultured foodie, learn the lingo, Chinny.
 
Archive "ROAD TRIP MUKBANG GIBEAUS ORANGE JULEP", July 30, 2020.



15 minutes of nothing. She inserted minutes-long clips of her driving with no background music, she ate frankly revolting-looking food while also looking disgusting. Her teeth are turning gray, her hair is matted, she looks like she showered in 1964, she has stretchmarks on her shoulders and has maybe half a working neuron left. If you were expecting any sort of food review, tough shit, you'll only get a series of "Hmmm" and "so good". What a shitshow.
 
Poutine is Chantal's dream. The epitome of nasty deep fried fast food that's part of her "culture." The French pronunciation gives it the illusion of class. It's just like her. Trash with a fancy name and some instagram filters slapped on it. Except Chantal doesn't taste like a sodium speed ball, she tastes like... well, you fill in the blank there lol
Poutine is Quebec French slang for "a mess". Which, ironically, is what Chantal is.
 
You have to remember that Peetz's people are almost like a different species. They just don't have the same goals or drives that your average person does. I know this because, like a exotic zoologist, I have lived amongst Peetz's species and learned their ways. People of this species are, contrary to outward appearances, able to form strong bonds, have sexual partners, or even have kids, but most of the time this isn't what you see from the outside. It's hidden behind layers of anime, online gaming, questional movie choices, all the dross of what defines their stereotype.

There are females of Peetz's species that would consider him to be acceptable because they too have the traits of the species: socially awkward, obscure interests, an acceptance of tubbiness. The sad part, to me, is that Peetz doesn't seem to have really found many others of his species to socialize with. Chantal is not his people. Chantal will never be his people.

But, in my opinion, it's a mistake to think that Peetz is a loser without first considering his species. I would not date him, but I can understand why he is the way he is, and there's a kind of grace in that. I hope that Peetz will find a chubby female of his species to talk anime with. I really do.

Godspeed, chubby anime lady. Your prince is in need of rescue.
 
Why does no one in her sphere of adults know how to chew with their mouths shut?

I've just heard poutine be called "what Canadians go to drunk at 2:00 in the morning"
The new jersey equivalent is Disco Fries. Same shit but melted mozzarella slices or whiz instead of curds. And yea, nothing high brow about it. It's what you order at the 24 hour greasy diner when you're drunk as hell and the part of your brain that would tell you to drink some electrolytes and go to sleep rather than eat a day's worth of calories in a single plate of greasy carbs has been silenced.
 
Speaking of James' twin bed (courtesy of his Twitter):
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I don't know whether Timbit is lucky or not to be trapped in that one small room. Imprisoned, but protected from Chantal. At least she finally got to the vet.
Timbit is adorable. She deserves much better than Peetz.
 
Well that was... Disgusting.

The only other thing to note in the video, is watching her remarkable drive when it comes to wolfing down shitty 3000 calorie meals.

Throw together a sandwich in the kitchen? Nah... Waddle down the street to a Wendy’s? Hell no.

Chantal went on an hours long drive so she could sit in the parking lot and gorge for 10 minutes.

It’s like watching a junkie prowl the streets at 2 am, or watching addicts strip a house of wiring for 50$ worth of crack.

The determination is something else.
 
So she almost got into a car accident yesterday because she wasn't paying attention and cut a guy off.

Today, she says "I almost accidentally ran over a bunch of people because they were behind my car and wouldn't move."

Well, Chantal, if you see them and put your car into reverse and step on the gas, I don't think you can call that an accident.

Am I the only one who is getting legitimately concerned for the welfare of motorists and pedestrians in all of Eastern Canada whenever Chantal gets a craving? (I think the borders are still closed, otherwise I would include upstate New York as well).
 
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I wonder how uncomfortable it has to be for her to be seated at an angle like this in her own car; where one of her shoulders are hitched higher than the other probably due to the lack of room she has on the drivers side. (I wonder if her stomach touches the steering yet?) Then her entire chin and neck are engulfed with so much damn fat that her head is always craned backwards. I would love to see how long it takes her on an average day to maneuver her body outta that vehicle.

It has to be a sight to see...remember this nightmare, just trying to get out of her chair. Imagine being out on a date with this walrus and seeing this...
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The A&W story was so Chantal. Only she would tell a story about a “friend” that ordered poutine at a fast food place that doesn’t actually serve it and sneer at what they made do with to serve the customer.

She posted this almost right after posting the video of course
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It has to be a sight to see...remember this nightmare, just trying to get out of her chair. Imagine being out on a date with this walrus and seeing this...
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That's what the EMTs will see when they are called to assist a woman having a heart attack, except it was 25 pounds ago or so...

I was amused that it took her precisely 45 seconds to put away most of that hot dog.

Back on the hellride. She says she'll never discuss weight again. I'll give her a gluttonous weekend, and she'll be back to crushing her goals for half a day again.
 
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