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

[lolliez12345]

So many things she posts on IG are not worthy of an actual post. Why doesn't she utilize the stories option for this crap?

 

[Mr. Manchester]

She really is a massively overgrown toddler.
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In Chantal's defense if she waddled around that Michaels than the edit is accurate.

 

[Narr Then]

Peetz talk: that's the posture of someone who spends their entire existence at wanking in front of a computer

FTFY

 

[Please Fill In Ths Field]

In Chantal's defense if she waddled around that Michaels than the edit is accurate.

Possible but not probable. She's stated she has NO interest in crafts. Seems she views them with the same jaundiced eye she views vegetables, though both would do her a world of good.

 

[Thumb Butler]

Any art experts here? I assume the unhung art leaning next to the boxes and staircase is some random print from some boomer suburban store, but between that and the potato quality of the shot, Reverse Image search isn't able to identify it.

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Actually that's a mirror. Chantal lives in a luxury apartment, remember.

 

[ButterMyMuffin]

What if humans didn't fart, poop, or have any other gross bodily functions? What if that was just not a thing?

What would she use to occupy her brain instead?

 

[Randy Lahey]

What would she use to occupy her brain instead?

ham

 

[Occipital Fupa]

I would believe Chantal spoke to a therapist today, since it was basically the easy part of her new health journey. Blah blah nice to meet you, blah blah health at every size bullshit, blah blah I'll refer you to a nutritionist (or dietitian).

Wait 'till she's asked to count strawberries like a doctor specialized in weight loss asked her to do last year, tho ("It feels like punishment!"). We'll never hear about therapy again.

 

[ButterMyMuffin]

Wait 'till she's asked to count strawberries like a doctor specialized in weight loss asked her to do last year, tho ("It feels like punishment!"). We'll never hear about therapy again.

And God forbid they recommend a turkey pepperette as a snack option. She can't have that. They cause cancer, don't you know!

 

[Angry New Ager]

Our smug mental health professional is back in the house...

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Are we taking bets if she actually went? If she did go, how many times until she quits? Will she ever mention it again? Or will we all just know she's going and things are going well because we naturally notice the healing taking place.

So many questions.

I don't believe her. Because Chantal lies. And I've seen far too many internet strangers in genuine distress over the toll Covid lockdowns have taken on their lives, who can't even get a first appointment booked until at least February or March. How is this deathpig able to talk to somebody right away?

"I am sure over time you will naturally notice healing taking place." Well, Chantal, if by "healing" you mean "unnecessary toes getting lopped off as Lord Beetus demands his due, in exchange for being able to keep on eating as you damned well please," yeah, I'm sure we'll notice that.

On the off chance she did actually speak to a therapist today, and has future appointments already lined up, I agree with whoever said she'll bail on it as soon as she has to do any real work, and experience any real discomfort. Three appointments, max, before she quits, blaming her therapist for not understanding her super-special addiction.

Seriously, I cannot wait for this latest iteration of "Health Journey Chantal" to be over. Chimpout Chantal will always be the best Chantal, until Actually Dying Chantal finally kicks in.

She's been busy harassing SHAAAM for IG pics recently. The filthy carpet made an appearance again.

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It looks like someone may have vacuumed at one point, but they just went down the center while dirt, hair, dander, and everything else gross continues to collect on the sides. How is the carpet that filthy? Unless I've gotten my cows and their living situations mixed up, Chinny's apartment was clean as a whistle when they moved in. Chins and Peetz both "work" from home and don't get out much anyway, they're not active so they're not tracking in dirt and debris from hiking or playing sports, and the cats never get to go out so they don't track anything inside... unless some of those dark spots are from where they've tracked stuff from the dirty litter boxes. Ugh.

That was brand-new carpet when they moved in. Sure, it's cheap landlord-tier carpet, which doesn't hold up very well, but it shouldn't look like that less than nine months after moving in, even with two cats in residence. There's just no excuse for living like that. Okay, except maybe LOL FAT.

Excellent analysis. I cannot say for sure but his greeting was very SJW friendly and you know how they get. In any case I have also performed some research.

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Peetz' hunchback is developing nicely. Why are they always hunchbacks? Every god damn time.

James spends all of his time in front of a computer for work, and has probably been putting in extra time farting around online in order to avoid his disgusting housemate. Which will be bigger by the time their lease expires: the hunchback, the gut, or his emergent mantitties?

It's been in that apartment for 8 months and has not yet been hung - at this stage we can safely say it will never be hung. Equally, we can still see the seat of the still-yet-to-be-constructed dining chair on the floor just in front of the un-hung picture, which has been there almost as long as the print. A fitting tableau of sloth.

Has it been there that long? I don't recall seeing it before now, and assumed it was a new impulse purchase. Then again, she's always had so many unflattened, undiscarded Amazon boxes, and so much other shit sitting at the base of the stairs, I could have overlooked it.

 

[thepalehorse666]

What if humans didn't fart, poop, or have any other gross bodily functions? What if that was just not a thing?

What would she use to occupy her brain instead?

Actually I always thought Chantal could be a nice amateur romance writer, with all those stories about men she has been with she keeps making up.

 

[Sevan Vosgi]

Actually I always thought Chantal could be a nice amateur romance writer, with all those stories about men she has been with she keeps making up.

Usually romance writers write stories that are... You know... Romantic.

 

[thepalehorse666]

Usually romance writers write stories that are... You know... Romantic.

Well, a lot of romance these days is toxic relationships. Perfect for Chantal *cough* French Lover *cough*

 

[nutritionsituation]

Actually I always thought Chantal could be a nice amateur romance writer, with all those stories about men she has been with she keeps making up.

I guess there's a market for homeless man fanfic, but you know.. seems niche.

 

[Please Fill In Ths Field]

Well, a lot of romance these days is toxic relationships. Perfect for Chantal *cough* French Lover *cough*

There's probably a noir genre for that. She'd do really well... sexy fat femme fatale brings wrack and ruin to all men who have the misfortune to come within her orbit. Sequel coming soon!

 

[Penelope Taynt]

Chantal could never be the writer of a romance novel, or even classic erotica. She doesn't have the talent or consistency of effort to even write the first paragraph.

All of her stupid "lover" stories read like raunchy, smutty porn that you'll read on some amateur website. If Chantal wrote a "romance novel," no doubt it would go something like this:

"I woke up at 2PM on a Tuesday afternoon. As I opened my eyes, I felt automatic rage, as I discovered my roommate Peetz eating a slice of pizza. I was on my third diet for the week, and I was so hungry! It wasn't fair that I had to suffer this way! I grabbed a pair of panties, a shirt, and a pair pants from my bedroom floor. I was supposed to do laundry three days ago, but it was okay. I made my way down the stairs, huffing the whole way down. I needed a hit! I got in my car, driving quickly to the nearest Arby's. I think I may have ran over a baby duck or two in my haste. I was so fucking WET! I needed it!

I pulled up to the drive-thru, and waited impatiently on the line. As my car got closer to the menu board, I felt my clit pulsating with glee as my dear beef 'n cheddar was only minutes away from my mouth. I ordered my food, quickly. Large EVERYTHING. Loaded curly fries, yes. Beef 'n cheddar, yes. Mozzarella sticks, yes. Five red ranch sauces, and a DIET Coke. As I pulled off from the restaurant, I could hear my food calling me. I found a dark parking lot, ate my food, and came so fucking hard in my parachute panties."

THE END.

No artistic value, no climax, no real plot, and no sense made. Just like all of her other stories, which similarly just have the element of raunchy sex.

Remember the story of the homeless man she screwed? "Oh, I was walking down the street and felt horny. Saw a homeless man, saw a rock, we fucked." So fucking exciting and riveting!

Edited for spelling.

 

[AbraCadaver]

I’m sure her books would fly off the shelves, snapped up by all those frustrated housewives who want the over-the-top romantic fantasy of 1 solid minute of awkward sex on a friend’s couch with a dashing pirate captain. Or the dreamy Highland Laird who lives in a basement flat and shit his bed right after sex.

Maybe a sexy vampire lord who captures the heroine, carries her off to his castle, then it turns out his dick is weird-looking and the heroine farted, HEEHEE HEE. Then they spend the rest of the novel beezin’.

 

[escándalo]

Chantal's Idea would go like this;

The rain fell down from the sky on a dour Canadian Autumn Morning as Olivia was waiting for her ride to the office. Olivia had a secret a secret weapon. She had an online Instagram account called big Beautiful Mee, the account Big Beautiful Me was taken by some other fat bitch whose skin was not baby butt smooth. Olivia was a big girl, do you know what I mean? Her ride skidded up the pavement his name was Milan, Olivia wanted to fart in Milan's face. She hungered for his black penis...

It would go on like that for 10 pages claim it as a novella

2 days later camera blinks on overlooking island there is Arby's there 5 beef n cheddars a snack for our bovine goddess.

reaches through dishevelled hai, it is caked in grease.

takes bite of a beef n cheddar she yanks from the bag like a Sid Meir incarnation, takes bite

through her clambering bites "I can't write because writing made me binge and tomorrow I have to start a smoothie diet"

RIP Olivia Dark Secret January 11 - 13th 2021

@AbraCadaver you made me cry laughing asshole HEEHEE

 

[Gonna Eat You]

She's a fucking psycho. There is not ONE redeeming quality about this deathly, morbidly blob of human excrement. Her rat-face, lip-curling, baby talking/wheezing part is probably the most painful thing about this disgusting, obese cuntrag.
I am currently bored over the holidays, and am eagerly awaiting seeing a stroke occur. Not one that would kill her, but would fuck up half her body.
My wish to Santa is that we can see this slag at her absolute pitiful worst e.g. she's begging in the Kingdom of Lord Diabetes, Lady Stroke and King Heart-Attack to give her mercy, all her pleas will go unheard, and we then get another 6 months of watching this wretched piece of human filth flail in pain and misery & multiple amputations.
Santa - please, make it so.

 

[vitameatavegamin1933]

Actually I always thought Chantal could be a nice amateur romance writer, with all those stories about men she has been with she keeps making up.

Except instead of the plot of the story being the main focus, the reader would be constantly distracted by “mmmmmm so good.... *cronch* so this guy, this guy, he saw the wet brown stain in my underwear and said he noticed a bad smell -teehee- and guys, i’m serious, he booked it out of my apartment! I even ordered us Arby’s takeout. What an asshole! heehee, do you know what i mean?”