I guess I'm in the minority here, because I rather enjoyed this video. I like that Chantal has (for the time being, at least) embraced and accepted the fact that she is a Deathfat de divertissement and not putting on any pretenses of losing weight, eating healthy, being cultured, or just hovering on svelteness. Dollar-store-looking earrings, trailer-park tattoo on full display, faux-cheese taco shells, limes wedges she doesn't even use (gets in the way of all that sodium), picking food out of her pitiful cleavage, looking at least 50 but mentally no more than 14, another half-assed tall tale about a loser she once dated...this is the Chantal I am devoted to.
I could even appreciate the massive pauses and gaps in her "storytelling," You could see the rusty, creaky wheels barely turning as she chewed, trying to fill in the gaps of a past experience that never happened, and as she neared the end of Taco #4 she absolutely hit a wall--you could see it. She had finally arrived at the climax of her dubious anecdote ("It's Taco Tuesday, and I've been watching `Gigolos,' and this reminded me of a gigolo who once made me tacos") and had nowhere to go. It took her less time to eat those tacos than she probably thought, and after extending the Big Reveal, had to take it somewhere, so threw in the tantalizing information that she got to accompany him on one of his visits. However, her imagination isn't fertile or developed enough to improvise this kind of surreal experience, so she screeched to a halt just when things were getting really interesting, and focused on the deliciousness of her remaining taco.
It's 100% perfect Chantal. Welcome back, Fatso.