She spent $45 on that stupid fall leaf bush thing.
She ordered a bunch of keruig tea things because she's too lazy to brew a fucking cuppa.
Goes to take the air on her deck, uses cat demon voice.
Of course, she's taking her tea with biscuits. Because a 500 elbee diabetic needs pre-breakfast biscuits to whet her appetite.
She sits on the deck. Boring.
She lurches back inside to belly flop on her bed for a nap. Because eating tea and biscuits is very taxing.
She hauls her bulk back downstairs to harass the cats some more with her demon voice. She seems to have whinged at The Simp long enough for him to grudgingly build the third chair for the dining area. One more to go, and we know Chantal will never do it herself.
She bounces on the exercise ball for less than 30 seconds.
Then we see her purse. Why. Is this some sort of test of tolerance for banality? Never have I seen such a shallow person.
She goes on a binge drive. For "groceries".
She eats cheetos while cooking dinner. You know, for energy. As they're spread out on the bare counter (filthy and disgusting), the cats start eating them.
The Simp appears. They are going to use a kitchen implement they have never used before in the half a year they've lived there: a wok. Jesus christ Peetz has put on a FUCKTON of weight since they moved in together.
Oooh this is a Meal of Regret. They're cooking healthy. Ish. Wok'd chicken and veg. Surely they'll both immediately drop 50 pounds, what with this restraint!
Peetz holds his fork like a toddler.
Chantal cuts the video before we see hee devour her rather reasonably sized portion of dinner (minus the three cups of cooked rice) of food, lest we see the aftermath of such deep deprivation. She is definitely either calling grubhub or going out in the binge mobile, because only two normal-ish portions manifested from the wok and she is going to be furious in a couple of hours.
