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

So, who wants to tell her?

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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.

Lol calm the Jesus shittin fuck down, faggot.

God damn.
 
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.

Have you heard our Canadian princess speak? Adjectives - the most important (ie, most padding) part of romance novels - are entirely beyond her. Lemon tastes 'lemony'. Creamy sauces taste 'creamy'. Fresh food tastes 'fresh'.

Her writing would read like an instruction manual.

Still a better love story than Twilight, though.
 
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.
Scatological humour and awkward sex with inadequate men is not my idea of romance. Her stories and humour are straight out of early 2000s raunchy comedies like American Pie and completely outdated. Lame "wacky" anecdotes like the one about how someone was supposedly jerking off at the hospital is the type of content we would get. If i want that type of content; plenty of it exists and i can just go back and watch them. I don't need to have them retold to me by someone who can barely string a few words together.
 
Have you heard our Canadian princess speak? Adjectives - the most important (ie, most padding) part of romance novels - are entirely beyond her. Lemon tastes 'lemony'. Creamy sauces taste 'creamy'. Fresh food tastes 'fresh'.

How one speaks reveals volumes about intelligence and education.

Lack of adjectives is a classic way to determine someone's intelligence or lack thereof. As a rule of thumb:

1. A person cannot use adverbs well or at all (dumb)
2. A person cannot use adjectives well or at all, or has an unusually small number of them to use (dumber)
3. A person cannot use Present Perfect or Past Perfect verb tense at all (dumbest)

Chantal falls on the second rung of subpar, uneducated English. Both Amberlynn (who I believe might be more intelligent than Chantal) and Amy (who is clearly the dumbest) cannot handle the Perfect tenses at all (i.e. they say "I have ate" instead of "I have eaten")

Chantal is far too dumb to write anything, even if she had the energy and focus to try. She seems as though her education was stunted around 8th grade, which happens to coincide with the start of high school. I doubt she learned much in high school, since she was busy with suicide threats, truancy, and landing the nut ward. She is what a low-average IQ sounds like if a person never reads anything or goes to school.
 
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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.
Ya know what, you are correct. I quickly went back to a couple of videos where we see the living room/stairs and the picture hasn't been there that long, so I stand corrected and hyperbolic. The dismantled chair, however, has been there since 28th June....!
 
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.

God bless us, everyone
 
Regarding the motel art, she got it from her grandmother’s because she’s always loved it. I feel like she she showed it during vlogtober and rambled about it. She purchased a print from Wayfair that had never been seen again. I’m sure they’ll compliment her weirdly small Van Gogh prints.

Nice to see she’s driving about, spreading her C. Diff everywhere.
 
What’s the point of assembling it when you’re only going to flatten it again?
Indeed... Which may explain why they haven't bothered to break down the myriad of boxes; they're going to pack them right up again! Right? As soon as their present squatting ground has been defiled to its fullest. They're the type of people who move into a place, live without care or the simple maintenance of cleaning it once in awhile - why do that, we're moving soon anyway - and then abscond on a dark and stormy night. I hope the landlord demanded a substantial damages fee up front, because they've already lost that just because of the cats & carpet combo. Then there's most probably instapot steam damage, accidental poo damage (feline AND human), a variety of stains ranging from fecal to pizza grease, and possibly a cockroach infestation carried over from her move from Bibi's place.

Although, to look on the bright side, I must admit, the laundry facilities are probably pretty pristine - having little or no use put to them as far as I can tell. Chantal herself admits to having a demon-sized pile of clothes on her bedroom floor, and Peetz lives in that groty brown shirt and jeans that look like they stand up by themselves.
 
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.
Chinny is so fucking stupid she thinks that YouTube "Health oriented trainers/creators" should be held to the same professional standards as a psychologist. Most of them are about as educated as she is.
 
Yeah, whatever. Doesn't change how I feel. This beast deserves pain and misery.

Along with ALR, Jen, and Amy, Chantal is one of the biggest (no pun intended, and yet) and weirdest entertainment life provided us this past years through modern technology, and for free... a modern oddity for which 150 years ago you would have paid 5¢ to witness for a few minutes only. Do you realize how spoiled we are?

And in case you didn't notice, Chantal is already pain and misery.

Morbid obesity, illnesses, little to no social interaction, no real meaning to her life, accomplished nothing in almost 4 decades... Imagine Chantal being an animal trapped in a zoo with such horrible living conditions and we would pity it and feel sad for it. We would probably rally to help it, too. But Chantal did this to herself, and is the only one who can free herself from her terrible situation with a bit of effort and consistency. Only, she won't.

If that's not painful and miserable (and a little bit stupid) I don't know what it is.

So lighten up your mood, pop some popcorn and just enjoy the shitshow like the rest of us while it lasts, friend. I have the feeling it won't be around for much longer.

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Along with ALR, Jen, and Amy, Chantal is one of the biggest (no pun intended, and yet) and weirdest entertainment life provided us this past years through modern technology, and for free... a modern oddity for which 150 years ago you would have paid 5¢ to witness for a few minutes only. Do you realize how spoiled we are?
This is so true!

Often, while following Chinny's antics, I think of Dolly Dimples (Celeste Geyer, I believe was her real name) a circus lady who, after spending one night in a hospital fighting for her life after a coronary event, deemed it a wake-up call. She details her life and weight loss struggles in her book "Diet or Die". And it was a monumental task to get herself healthy again - with very strong support from her husband, granted - but she did it and lived on into her eighties, iirc.

To bring my rambling tangent around to the point, Chantal does not have anywhere near the mental fortitude - or partner support - to follow a similar course of action. Additionally, she has refused to recognize any wake-up call (and her poor distressed body has given her many - ever increasing in seriousness) so I seriously doubt her ability of even being able to put on the breaks now. She is spiraling and actually seems to be enjoying the ride for the attention she is getting over it; throwing tantrums if fans don't give her the ass-pats she believes she deserves just because she says cutting back on a few slices of pizza will do the trick. "It's an improooooovement on what I normally eat," which is not the same as actually DOING the thing. Close is only good in horseshoes and hand grenades, as they say.

Chantal. Just 'trying' to do better doesn't count. And it also won't work now. That ship has sailed. You need IMMEDIATE and drastic change. Now. Today. This minute.

Put down the fucking fork and start fasting (don't worry, you've got enough 'fuel' on that grossly inflated body to last you into 2026 and that's no exaggeration) till you get a proper diet plan from a professional dietitian. Fasting won't kill you; it also won't be pleasant but it will actually (begin) the healing process.

Or go ahead and die, since you seem so set on it...

Either way, just like Dolly's circus days, you're entertaining as hell and I'm here for the show. Just my 5c worth 😎😎😎

:popcorn: (edit cuz i love this icon!) thanks @Lisa Anna
 
Regarding the Peetz part, their recycle bin is in the living room on the carpet. That thing goes outside on collection day and they keep it on the carpet???? And I love that it’s empty and there are empty cardboard boxes everywhere. (For those unaware, the black bin is for paper.) They’re both so dirty.
 
Who's to say the lying liar who lies actually did the therapy, but her community post reminded me a lot of what came up in Big Al's hour long victim react show. I could see her stumbling upon this, finding the perfect last minute excuse to ditch because she decided the video was good enough or even better than therapy FOR HER. No one else would ever understand her super special complex chronic fatty circumstances.

She posted the weird therapy community tab an hour or two after AL's cry for herself premiere ended. There's no way she herself connected dots between the perspective of professionals with ED experience vs unhelpful mean YT creators. (Again WHO assumes YT randos should be given the same credence as educated professionals besides legitimate tards like Chins??)

A big, obnoxious point in that video was that criticism is only hurting the YT fatty freakshows and they need understanding first. At the end of Al's video they brought in a dietician and Amber, of course, wraps it up assured that those two specific people are the key to saving her, rather than finding any motivation to help herself. At no point is the fats' responsibility for their own lives or actions addressed, much less pointed in the direction of therapy to work through those issues. Instead AL found a refreshed list of excuses and ammunition against haters, sanctioned by professionals.

I could see Chinny brainlessly watching this, and assuming at all as her own. Again she can abdicate any crtical thought, suck off Amber's sad content, and jump to ridiculous conclusions, earning her another (temporary) moment of relief to push back looming reality.

Maybe she did both and is just waiting to bail on therapy so she could get the dietician referral, but Chinny's "thought" processes are so nonsensical and impulsive it can be hard to predict the finer details. Her community post really seemed like she was crying privacy to avoid answering questions while also peppering dumb generalizations and things from AL's video to prove she went.

She's always trying to worm around and lie rather just do anything honestly or straightforwardly. Either way, this may be the first and last time we ever hear about therapy.
 
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