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

I wonder what brought on THIS round of “if you talk about my weight you’ll be blocked; now watch me eat enough food for 4 people and don’t you dare criticise!!!” mood today, she’s posted things like this multiple times but I’m curious as to what set her off this time.
I would guess that it's the return of Charlie Gold. She's probably trying to ward off any potential criticism she's going to receive from the Charlie Gold viewers who will be sure to stop by her channel to view the trainwreck.
 
I don't think we're going to get a chimpout. I think this shit presages a glum confessional vlog where she talks about how she really needs to lose weight; she has that sort of energy more than the bravada that usually heralds a meltdown. We're overdue for some more grandiose future promises anyway; the best we've got now is Vlogtober, which probably won't happen. She's really miserable at the minute because fantasising extra hard about being a hot thin influencer hasn't somehow made it happen for her. Her eyes are dead and she has none of the defiant smugness that feeds into chimpouts.

Don't get me wrong... I really want a chimpout vid. But I think expecting one right now is like expecting rain without any clouds in the sky.
 
I agree with whoever said it’s the end of summer blues. Not only did she not lose any weight, she actually looks more bloated than ever. She’s still single, too. And the warmer months are when people typically get laid more often. If she didn’t get her cookie stuffed in the summer, she’s not likely to when it gets colder, people are busy with jobs, and the flu season restarts in the middle of a pandemic. She know damn well she’s gonna be stuck with Peetz for many, many months.

We can definitely expect a new journey soon. Which means we’re gonna get a meltdown by Christmas. Sounds good to me.
 
There is some truth to that end of summer blues thing. In colder months sometimes people will get into relationships just because winter is so lonely and long and cold, and the holidays tend to make any functional person somewhat introspective about life, family, relationships etc. This can lead them to impulsively get into relationships because summer is over and it's time to buckle down. The phenomenon is called "the cuffing season".

Not that I think Chinny has even an iota of neural functionality to get introspective about her life in any meaningful way even if it's around such emotionally charged holidays as Thanksgiving and Christmas, but I'm sure on some base instinctual level she feels that "single in the wintertime" sadness. Anyone living in an area that experiences those long hard winters is bound to feel it at some point.
 
"OMG look at these, they have CHICKEN INSIDE!!" our Countess of Cuisine breathlessly declares as she holds up her greasy taco, apparently utterly amazed and dumbfounded that the meat inside, that she had just prepared, was in fact poultry and not goat meat.

After a plethora of "MMMmmhhh's", sighs, smacks, moans, trough noises and head bobs to convey just how much she is enjoying her Mexican Fiesta-For-One, Clotso sets the stage for yet another snooze-fest by taking an interminably long time to sputter out:
"I don't really have a topic... for today. [CRUNCHCRUNCH] Although... [SMACK SMACK SMACKITY SMACK] *shoves yet another chip in her gob* [CRUNCH~SMACK~CRUNCH] "I guess I did wanna talk about a few things, just chit-chat, go grab your dinner... HeeHee... Oh boy!"
After this announcement she aggressively rips into her taco again and she is already out of breath. Jesus Christ, Clotso.
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"Chinzilla attacks taco #1"

Because after 5 years Clotso still has yet to figure out a way to shovel a table-full of food in her facehole and complete a coherent thought, this was yet another video of roughly:
- 90% grotesque mouth noises/grunting
- 4% rehashing old thoughts
- 3% TEEHEES and Tics because she's sUpEr qUiRkY gUyS
- 2% fishing down her shirt to retrieve food that has fallen out of her mouth into her clothing
-1% Licking her hands/wiping them on clothing because she is a goddamn heathen who refuses to use napkins

That said, the "thoughts" she wanted to discuss tonight were pretty ridiculous, even for Chantal:
  • Talks about Stephanie Soo's True Crime Mukbangs: "I kind of wanna do that, like find topics of discussion... I dunno, what do you guys think?" Wow Chantal, what a novel thought. These have always worked SO well for you in the past. But perhaps if you try copying from Stephanie instead of Wikipedia you'll have better luck.
  • She's trying to get into a "new routine" where she's getting up earlier. This strenuous day goes as follows: Get up-Make coffee-Feed cats-drink water. Then drinks her veggie juice and cooks a big meal "and uhhh that's about it". In the evening she "cleans...(long pause, eyes darting) up after myself", plays videogames, watches movies, "goes on walks with Peetz"(press X to doubt). Holy shit Chantal, how do you even find the time to shower with this hectic schedule? Oh wait.
  • If trick-or-treating is allowed this year, Chantal is going to give out candy, she says out of the blue for no apparent reason
  • The "good thing", Chantal opines, about eating an entire table of food in one sitting is that you're satisfied, and then you're not hungry again for a long time! Dominican Republic look out, a bikini-clad, goal-crushing Chantal will be frolicking on your beaches in no time!
As she reached the end of her food frenzy, she gave one last unenthusiastic shout-out to her meal, which she definitely enjoyed but clearly failed to trigger her usual Arby's-induced euphoria.

"All the Tex-Mex restaurants in town need to eat their heart out," Chantal declares unconvincingly, "This is where it's at".
 
Isn't she on blood thinners? That was my first thought when she mentioned her cut cuticle that won't stop bleeding. The beetus will fuck with healing as well..

I'm still sometimes shocked at the amount of food she can consume in one sitting.......I shouldn't be, but I am.

eta: there is absolutely no fucking way she will be handing out Halloween candy if it requires her to walk up and down that flight of stairs every time the doorbell rings. No.Fucking.Way.
She is on blood thinners. Didn’t she admit on a past video after Halloween she didn’t get to give out candy because she ate it all?
 
In the early days, I used to mentally categorize Chantal and HungryFatChick in two separate categories.

HFC seemed obviously housebound, and really did not talk while eating. Her content seemed directed more towards feeders, gawkers, and diehard fast food mukbangers.

Chantal on the other hand was chatty, would read stories, do makeup, etc. I would listen to her like white noise- it was something different.

It really struck me this month how much Chantal is becoming HFC in every way, both in appearance and content. I don’t watch that stuff because it has an unsettling morbid overtone to it. Regardless of how shitty a person someone is, it is an awful thing to watch happen.
 

Shark week all over again...

And who goes to the vet drops off your animal and waits in the car?

From my understanding of the story....

Literally took in the cat crate, the nurse took it to a room and she just dipped? Didn't bother to call ahead to explain. Couldn't be seen in public for that long?

And you just know she pawned it off on peetz too and that's like sending a 6 yr old to get smokes for you... and any interaction, other than what they planned for, was too much for him so he ran back to the safety of big brain chantal.

But how did they even know the number? Did they fill out something? But couldn't check a box for routine check up?
Her story just doesn't check out...

In the illustrious words of outkast;

"I'll call before I come, I won't just pop on over out the blu-ooooo-e, I hope that you will too"
 
Shark week all over again...

And who goes to the vet drops off your animal and waits in the car?

From my understanding of the story....

Literally took in the cat crate, the nurse took it to a room and she just dipped? Didn't bother to call ahead to explain. Couldn't be seen in public for that long?

And you just know she pawned it off on peetz too and that's like sending a 6 yr old to get smokes for you... and any interaction, other than what they planned for, was too much for him so he ran back to the safety of big brain chantal.

But how did they even know the number? Did they fill out something? But couldn't check a box for routine check up?
Her story just doesn't check out...

In the illustrious words of outkast;

"I'll call before I come, I won't just pop on over out the blu-ooooo-e, I hope that you will too"

My understanding it was due to COVID-19. I recently took my fur baby to the vet and it was the same deal. You leave them in an airlock, the vet then takes them and does their thing, and returns them the same way. You speak to the vet on the phone afterwards.
 
My understanding it was due to COVID-19. I recently took my fur baby to the vet and it was the same deal. You leave them in an airlock, the vet then takes them and does their thing, and returns them the same way. You speak to the vet on the phone afterwards.


O yeah.... I forgot... seems crazy you can go out to eat at a restaurant but can't walk into a vet's office. Like wouldn't your pet have pathogens on it?
Do they blast every animal with a fire hose? Or hit them powdered sugar?

And my point still stands about calling ahead. Like wouldn't you want to know how much it'll cost? Or do animals have free healthcare too?

O the other thing I wanted to mention was her first sentence was about her taking off her makeup finally. Completely proving the point she's on here as much if not more than anyone else.

Being new I didn't really believe she was as bad as portrayed but you guys are spot on. I'll never press x again
 
Shark week all over again...

And who goes to the vet drops off your animal and waits in the car?

From my understanding of the story....

Literally took in the cat crate, the nurse took it to a room and she just dipped? Didn't bother to call ahead to explain. Couldn't be seen in public for that long?

And you just know she pawned it off on peetz too and that's like sending a 6 yr old to get smokes for you... and any interaction, other than what they planned for, was too much for him so he ran back to the safety of big brain chantal.

But how did they even know the number? Did they fill out something? But couldn't check a box for routine check up?
Her story just doesn't check out...

In the illustrious words of outkast;

"I'll call before I come, I won't just pop on over out the blu-ooooo-e, I hope that you will too"
Jesus fuck, you're a moron. This shit is just window-licking stupid.

Vets don't need the client in the room to do routine exams. You call, you set up the appointment, and the front desk will ask if you have noticed any changes in the animal's behavior, or have any concerns. Depending upon the clinic, they may have an online form you can fill out before bringing the cat in, or they might ask you to email if the cat has any complicated health issues.

And of course the clinic would have Chantal's phone number because even if she was a new client and not already in their system, they would get all that information from her, and basic info about the cats, while setting up the appointment.

Then, when you arrive with your animal for the appointment, you call the front desk from the parking lot to let them know you're there, and you'll either be asked to leave the carrier in a vestibule (if the building has one), or somebody will come out and take it from you.

The vet may call you on your mobile phone with more questions if anything comes up during the exam, but if nothing is amiss they'll just call once they're done to tell you that everything looks good.

And if it's an emergency case where euthanasia is the outcome, the vets I've dealt with will allow no more than two people to come inside to be present, and you have to wear masks (though if you take it off during your last, private goodbyes because you're crying too fucking hard, they aren't going to give you shit about it if they walk in and find you maskless).

Chantal can't tell a story for shit because she's dumb and leads an unstimulating existence and thus has all the cognition of a wilted head of lettuce. But you cant listen to one of her badly-told stories without going turbo-autist based on your total ignorance of the situation. And then you fucking multi-post? Seriously, lurk more faggot, or gtfo.
 
My understanding it was due to COVID-19. I recently took my fur baby to the vet and it was the same deal. You leave them in an airlock, the vet then takes them and does their thing, and returns them the same way. You speak to the vet on the phone afterwards.

Yeah as much as I judge Chantal and amber for the lack of care for their animals it is the rules a lot of places (the UK where I live at least) to wait outside the vets while they take the animals in and care for them. The only exceptions are animals who get anxious without their owners, after taking my dog for his booster jab in may a lady got to go in with her rabbits for a check up but we had to wait outside with everyone else at a social distance. For once chantal can use COVID for an actual excuse for something.
 
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