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Pizza only on days that end in Y.Needs more Arby's. And no pizza?!
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Pizza only on days that end in Y.Needs more Arby's. And no pizza?!
It's a top that is supposed to accentuate the breasts, while being flowy over the stomach.
On Chantal it missed the mark completely. She is wearing those pasties that can't keep up with those droopy boobs and her stomach comes out way past the breasts, and of course that top is 2 sizes too small, so it clings to her huge stomach, making her look like a huge beach ball.
That’s just the dinner menu sweetie, pizza and Arby’s are on the brunch menu.Needs more Arby's. And no pizza?!
Needs more Arby's. And no pizza?!
Amazing. She looks 260lbs from the back and then she turns sideways and bam! 450lbs.
Amazing. She looks 260lbs from the back and then she turns sideways and bam! 450lbs.
Purely magical.
Never do today what can be put off until tomorrow (The Deathfatty Handbook, p. 2)
Those high arched eyebrows don't do anything for her but make her look evil and crazy.
I think someone said she claims she does not shape them, bullsh*t. She probably thinks they make her look sexy.
No Chantal, nothing can make you look sexy. Stop doing things to your face that make you look even more cartoonish.
For a while, about 15 years ago, it seemed pretty much de rigueur for dowdy, 30-something moms, freshly separated from their husbands, to go get a tattoo--usually a rose--somewhere on their chest/upper breast area before hitting the dating market again. White trash has always done it, and always will, but these were solidly, boringly middle-class women who had low- to mid-level office jobs and were into shit like scrapbooking.There is something especially manic about someone getting their first tattoo on their chest. Seriously, what the fuck. That's like fucking before you have your first kiss. For women, eyes go directly to their chest when they first meet someone. Even Kat Von D won't get her chest tattooed because it's the first thing everyone sees. She is completely covered in tattoos otherwise.
I've been thinking all along that if she wants a 1920s dish, she could always make one of the crazy Jello salads that were all the rage. Electric refrigerators were a new invention, and thus very expensive and a status symbol, so one way to show off that you had one was to offer guests an elaborate gelatin- based dish that required refrigeration in order to make it (especially during the heat of summer). The postwar era was the heyday of horrific Jello concoctions, but they got their start in the '20s.Evidently she’s making something with whipped cream. Hopefully it isn’t going to be used as a prop in some lurid sex tale.
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I think it's icebox cake, didn't she show off the chocolate cookies used in said cake recipe in her recent live?Evidently she’s making something with whipped cream. Hopefully it isn’t going to be used as a prop in some lurid sex tale.
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Awwww I figure she would like ice box cake but it's a decade too late, they were introduced in the 30s. Definitely Jell-O...For a while, about 15 years ago, it seemed pretty much de rigueur for dowdy, 30-something moms, freshly separated from their husbands, to go get a tattoo--usually a rose--somewhere on their chest/upper breast area before hitting the dating market again. White trash has always done it, and always will, but these were solidly, boringly middle-class women who had low- to mid-level office jobs and were into shit like scrapbooking.
I don't know if getting a regrettable, trashy tattoo is still a Thing for the "Live, Love Laugh" divorced soccer mom crowd, or whether they've simply shifted into drinking too much boxed wine, but I think of those women whenever I see Chantal's tattoo. They would have been so much better off doing as heir mothers (and possibly grandmothers) did, which was go get a radically new hair style. Because a regrettable hairstyle will grow out, and that ill-advised blonde dye job can be taken back to brunette, but trashy tattoos? Not so much.
I've been thinking all along that if she wants a 1920s dish, she could always make one of the crazy Jello salads that were all the rage. Electric refrigerators were a new invention, and thus very expensive and a status symbol, so one way to show off that you had one was to offer guests an elaborate gelatin- based dish that required refrigeration in order to make it (especially during the heat of summer). The postwar era was the heyday of horrific Jello concoctions, but they got their start in the '20s.
I bet the sequined dress was intended for the 1920s mukbang.