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

>1,3 pounds
I know this has been said before but seeing your post reminded me of how much she has morphed into Candy/Hungry Fat Chick. Too bad Chantal couldn't adopt Candy's personality as well.
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All the best of the season, everyone, and a very Happy New Year!

I've refined my FB Bingo to suit the modern Chantal and have posted a couple/three cards to help my fellow Kiwis through her excruciating videos. Pull them up in Paint and copy/paste a bingo chip to the appropriate square if it comes up during said video. It helps keep me from a snore-fest while she blathers on.

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I hope you find them at least a little entertaining...

Edit: You may now rate me autistic *bows
 

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"Hope you can join Peetz and I on a New Year's livestream..."

Grammar Nazi says NOPE! English Honors should say: "Hope you can join Peetz and ME..."

I promise not to keep doing this, but she is so fricking phony about EVERYTHING and I take my grammar seriously. I am bracing myself for the puzzle pieces...
“________ and I” when “______ and me” is correct is a classic example of a person who thinks they are intelligent and well spoken. The funniest part of that is those of us who ARE well spoken notice it every time and laugh at said morons.

Tell me again about your academic career in HONORS English, Craptal.
 
“________ and I” when “______ and me” is correct is a classic example of a person who thinks they are intelligent and well spoken. The funniest part of that is those of us who ARE well spoken notice it every time and laugh at said morons.

Tell me again about your academic career in HONORS English, Craptal.

Please excuse my:

There are scenarios where “___ and I” is the correct way to include oneself in the sentence, I is a subject pronoun while me is an object pronoun. In the sentence Chinny used she and Peetz were the objects, so she is indeed incorrect. Had she said “Peetz and I will be livestreaming on New Years, hope you can join us!” then it would have worked.

edit: underlined info to emphasize that I am agreeing with deputydogshit2.0
 
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Please excuse my:

There are scenarios where “___ and I” is the correct way to include oneself in the sentence, I is a subject pronoun while me is an object pronoun. In the sentence Chinny used she and Peetz were the objects, so she is indeed incorrect. Had she said “Peetz and I will be livestreaming on New Years, hope you can join us!” then it would have worked.
Not that any of this matters because Clotty Fat Chick has done much more horrifically low-IQ shit than misuse the English language (like, oh, I don't know... throwing out prepacked/frozen steamed rice bowls for being unhealthy while gorging on McDonald's and Taco Bell) but isn't the simplified rule to just drop the other name out and use what works? So "Hope you can join Peetz and I for a New Year's live stream" becomes "Hope you could join I for a New Year's live stream" which would clearly be incorrect (if my brain isn't just making this rule up). Meaning it would be "join me" so isn't "Peetz and I" the incorrect usage as deputydogshit points out?

Anyway whether I'm right or not, Chantal has pigs trotters for hands, is FAT, and nobody will fuck her. Probably not even a sex doll. Reminder:

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(with thanks to KrissyBeans for the horror that is this gif)

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Edit: werds and also trotters
 
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This song kinda sums up Chantal (or any of the other deathfats)...the lyrics are scarily accurate since it’s straight up about gluttony


the lyrics:
As i count the calories
I start to feel the grand fatigue
All in vain goes down the drain
Inside my brain the grand fatigue
In my sleep only food on my mind
In my dreams only food i can find
Behind the wheel i long to heal
The grand fatigue

Breakfast brunch and lunch and dinner
Every stone of you a sinner
Is it chocolate is it bacon
Every inch of you a fake
For lasagna you've been waiting
Over pasta contemplating
Set your mind on decorating
Of a schwarzwald cake

When we meet you're hardly there
The dry eyes the falling hair
In the mirror in the mirror
That's not you

As i count the calories
I start to feel the grand fatigue
All in vain goes down the drain
Inside my brain the grand fatigue
In my sleep only food on my mind
In my dreams only food i can find
Behind the wheel i long to heal
The grand fatigue

What's the beef you eat with candy
Does the camembert come handy
Pouring gravy on a piglet
Peking duck away you take
What's inside that stuffed tomato
Cream and cheese on baked potato
Set your mind on cutting slices
From a schwarzwald cake

Where's the friend who i once knew
Share the pain you're going through
In the mirror in the mirror
That's not you

As i count the calories
I start to feel the grand fatigue
All in vain goes down the drain
Inside my brain the grand fatigue
In my sleep only food on my mind
In my dreams only food i can find
Behind the wheel i long to heal
The grand fatigue

When we meet you're hardly there
The dry eyes the falling hair
In the mirror in the mirror
That's not you

As i count the calories
I start to feel the grand fatigue
All in vain goes down the drain
Inside my brain the grand fatigue
In my sleep only food on my mind
In my dreams only food i can find
Behind the wheel i long to heal
The grand fatigue

:cunningpepe:
 
Not that any of this matters because Clotty Fat Chick has done much more horrifically low-IQ shit than misuse the English language (like, oh, I don't know... throwing out prepacked/frozen steamed rice bowls for being unhealthy while gorging on McDonald's and Taco Bell) but isn't the simplified rule to just drop the other name out and use what works? So "Hope you can join Peetz and I for a New Year's live stream" becomes "Hope you could join I for a New Year's live stream" which would clearly be incorrect (if my brain isn't just making this rule up). Meaning it would be "join me" so isn't "Peetz and I" the incorrect usage as deputydogshit points out?

Anyway whether I'm right or not, Chantal has pigs trotters for hands, is FAT, and nobody will fuck her. Probably not even a sex doll. Reminder:

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(with thanks to KrissyBeans for the horror that is this gif)

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Edit: werds and also trotters
I will never forget the look on her face immediately after shoving that entire donut into her mouth. It was SO frightening. IMO it was pure psychopathy.
 
I realized it after the pizza and poutine video, where both of her daughters were revealed to have shitty table manners. Nat's only look civilized by comparison to Chantal's.

That, and having a first child very young, with a babydaddy who immediately nopes out, and then handing off the rearing of that child to other people is classic trash. (See: Tess Holliday). If you're so against abortion, or wanted that kid so badly, stick around and raise it your goddamned self.

ETA: That said, I've long had the idea of a remake of Leaving Las Vegas in my head, starring Chantal. The most recent re-write has the bingemobile completely breaking down in Vegas on her way back to Canada, after she was scammed by a Mexican "plastic surgeon" who had promised her a boob job.

Completely devoid of hope, and almost out of money, she checks in to a shitty motel, and funds her final days of epic food binges by livestreaming and collecting superchats.

She sleeps through the heat of the day, then has her Starbucks breakfast delivered by a Senegalese immigrant Uber Eats driver with a heart of gold, who keeps delivering to her when nobody else will--thus providing some semblance of genuine humanity and compassion to an otherwise grim tale. She calls him BibiTwo because he reminds her of Malan and her brain is so grease-clogged, she can't remember his actual name.

Chantal then ventures out every night to stuff herself at all-you-can-eat buffets, before inevitably getting kicked out. She gets booted from the Heart Attack Grill as well, after lunging at attractive black men and shouting, "Beauty Bite! BEAUTY BITE!" while shitting herself.

And the whole time, she's livestreaming this downward spiral on her phone, and everything is mirror-reversed.

Eventually, she's barred from every restaurant in Vegas (or at least the ones she wants to eat at), and shits her pants every time she goes out until she has no pants left, so she holes herself up in her increasingly squalid motel room and orders Uber Eats deliveries round the clock. Her faithful delivery driver keeps bringing her bag after bag of food; he knows she's going to die, and that he's the only one who cares, but the only thing he can do is bring food and bear witness.

Chantal pops off mid-stream--aneurysm? Choking to death? Who knows. But there's nobody left watching her livestream except BibiTwo; everybody else has quit in disgust. The next day, he's on a plane back to Senegal, and as his plane takes off he sees a column of greasy smoke rising from the motel Chantal spent her final weeks in, because burning down the entire motel with her in it was the only way to solve the dual problem of disposing of her bloated corpse and decontaminating the site.

FIN.
She would wreak her car before getting to Mexico.
 
I had a new thought when watching one of her recent livestreams, and now I can't un-notice this.

Her infuriating habit of greeting people by name when they show up in her chat, in goo-goo baby voice... that's as far as the interaction goes. She says "I MISSED YOU GOISE!", sometimes says that doing a livestream makes her feel less lonely, greets people incessantly, and occasionally replies to comments from the chat. But that's it in terms of interaction. You never hear her say "hey M, thanks for sharing that link", or "E, you're always joking!", or "T, nice to see you again", or literally ANYTHING that would show that she can differentiate one visitor from another. She gives no indication that she recognizes more than a very few people.

As far as I've seen, the only exception to this is when prominent youtubers, or other mukbangers, show up. But even this doesn't foster a conversation - it's just her kissing their asses.

I get that a livestream is essentially a one-woman show, and it couldn't possibly be a sustained back-and-forth dialogue - it's not set up to be. But hers are just so shallow. She has absolutely no ability to form relationships, even in this low-stakes arena of internet people. Many chat participants actually enjoy and support her, but she doesn't engage with them except in the briefest, most inane way, just to have a way to keep talking, I suspect.

Anyway, no deep insight here... but it's been interesting to compare Chantal's livestreams with Amy Ramadan's. Amy's (differently infuriating) yammering does at least contain some measure of "nice to see you again / thank you for the link" etc.


(Edit: Bicassie: Yes, that's why I said she recognizes a few people.)
 
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I had a new thought when watching one of her recent livestreams, and now I can't un-notice this.

Her infuriating habit of greeting people by name when they show up in her chat, in goo-goo baby voice... that's as far as the interaction goes. She says "I MISSED YOU GOISE!", sometimes says that doing a livestream makes her feel less lonely, greets people incessantly, and occasionally replies to comments from the chat. But that's it in terms of interaction. You never hear her say "hey M, thanks for sharing that link", or "E, you're always joking!", or "T, nice to see you again", or literally ANYTHING that would show that she can differentiate one visitor from another. She gives no indication that she recognizes more than a very few people.

As far as I've seen, the only exception to this is when prominent youtubers, or other mukbangers, show up. But even this doesn't foster a conversation - it's just her kissing their asses.

I get that a livestream is essentially a one-woman show, and it couldn't possibly be a sustained back-and-forth dialogue - it's not set up to be. But hers are just so shallow. She has absolutely no ability to form relationships, even in this low-stakes arena of internet people. Many chat participants actually enjoy and support her, but she doesn't engage with them except in the briefest, most inane way, just to have a way to keep talking, I suspect.

Anyway, no deep insight here... but it's been interesting to compare Chantal's livestreams with Amy Ramadan's. Amy's (differently infuriating) yammering does at least contain some measure of "nice to see you again / thank you for the link" etc.

She does have a few favorites, like Karate Joe and Travonda. I’ve seen her interact with them a lot more than a simple “hi”.
 
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