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She says she rarely drinks soda and then if she does, it's only one per day. LMAO.
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
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"Hey hey guys...hey hey, hey heeey!!!" Huff, puff, gasp, huff, puff... "I haven't done one of these in forever!"
In front of her sit three complete meals (each of which could really be shared by two people).
What, me worry?
This officially ends her latest health kick, such as it was. Back to some serious eating-for-six, Beetus-chan and Fatty-Liver-kun be damned. If we just forget that stuff, it goes away. This is the secret to her life, Chantal's core philosophy.
"I was just craving Lebanese food..." Who craves Lebanese food besides Lebanese? She was craving food, pure and simple. And you know Chantal's road to health and well being: cave into every craving, and never deny yourself anything.
Apparently the gigantic hoagie in the middle is a falafel (unlike any falafel I have ever seen; deathfatties always know the 'secret' food we normies have never heard of). She will cut it in half and save half for later (as she always does, since she is so dainty. Of course "later" means "an hour or two", but I digress)
She tucks into a potato, and then tells us "they're not greasy; they're not fried", as she simultaneosly heaps a huge gob of coagulated grease on top of her next bite, effectively cancelling out any health benefit in the first bite without a shred of self-awareness.
C-diff fingers
She digs into the wet, greasy grape leaves next with her fat, c-diff fingers, ever the sophisticated lady. Crumbs start spilling onto her lap. We are back to the good old days! Full speed ahead until the next health crisis!! Wheee!!!
Heheh, the fat load, who just went out of her way to explain how she judges restaurants by the quality of their grape leaves (how do Burger King, Red Lobster, and Taco Bell rank, O Guru?), doesn't like the grape leaves. She spends a minute, her eyes darting between the greasy leaves in her mitt and the box on the table, silently, back and forth and back and forth. The flavor isn't bad, she says, but she is used to "soft rice" Despite her disappointment, she shoves it back into her mouth again after coating it with dip.
Dip saves the grape leaves!
She assures us they are good anyway, her face registering no joy and her countenance looking somewhat depressed.
She then shows us the weird hoagie-falafel, jammed full, and teaches us what falafels are with graphics of chick pea balls. "More proof that everything tastes better fried", says our healthy influencer sage, as she valiantly ignores the lunacy of her remark. Somewhere inside of her, diabetes and liver disease give each other hi-fives. These are vegan, she tells us, which brings us to why she is craving Lebanese food.
I suspect, after her Red Lobster bacchanal, she felt guilty and decided to straighten herself out. So a vegan meal will do the trick! How to cancel out 6000 calories of fish grease? With 6000 calories of vegan. Average it out, and it makes her half-vegan, and what could be healthier than that? I'm sure she is doing her girl-crush Freelie proud with this. Needless to say, there is nothing there that Peetz would conceivably be able to eat, so it is all for her. Which is fine, Peetz deserves it.
Half-hearted eyeroll
She digs into the falafel monstrosity and attempts a reptilian eye roll. However, we don't get the eye-whites this time; she just isn't feeling it the way she would it it were a nice triple Whopper. "Oh Wow...mmmm hmmmm...that is a good falafel", she says with an index finger shake for emphasis, in Amberlynn-influenced tones, convincing nobody. Her heart just isn't in it.
She explains her falafel some more and reaches for a Classic Coke (with sugar). This meal is not just a middle finger to diabetes and liver disease, it is a middle finger right up their nostrils. Bet they are seething now! "I drink soda once in a while", she tells us, as if we had zero idea of what she drinks. The key words are "once in a while". She is no fool who endangers her health with a daily can of sugared soda, nosiree! "If I do, I try not to have more than one a day", she tells us, her mouth stuffed with falafel, her voice rising on the last syllable in best lie-detector-failing fashion. That's how she stays healthy and fit, folks! Taking notes on this?
She swivels around and rocks her massive frame off camera to fetch a glass. She sits back down with a loud thud, the chair squeaking and squealing in protest. She admits it is not Christmas, but she is using her Christmas glass. She fumbles with the ice, as her eyes dodge. She then tells us she has a new song for Sham, based on the word "Chubbyoos" which she spells out as a text graphic onscreen.
She begins singing in a nasal, tuneless voice, "It's no use, chubbyoos. It's no use, chubbyoos" That's the song she wrote, its clever, multidimensional lyrics represented in full.
She glibly pours her soda, seemingly at a complete loss for words. She really has not talked about anything so far, and we are six minutes into an 19 minute video.
"Yum-yum-yum-yum-yum" she sings to herself before she gulps her fizzing cola.
Finally, the topic of the day is approached.
"So....something embarrassing happened...when I was getting this food", the word "getting" enunciated in a weird, almost annoyed sounding way.
Sociopathic equivalent of an embarrassed face
So, it has long ago been established and proven time and again that Clotso does not experience "embarrassment" the way the rest of us do (nor do most sociopaths). Instead, they feel something akin to anger for being shown up as the fool. They aren't mortified and shamed as most people are when embarrassed. They are pissed, and Clotso rolls her eyes and huffs in tempered but not well-concealed anger.
Her rage is manifest because some poor Uber Eats schlub put the cola on a lower step that she couldn't reach, and our pantsless pants-shitter didn't want to moon the neighborhood trying to pick it up. So a helpful neighbor saw her predicament and offered to hand it to her. That's the whole story.
She hiccups and burps after telling it, unembarrassed.
She waves her paw and intones "I was embarrassed" Then, she appends to it in a meaningful voice, "To say the least"
A moment later she tells us "I'm starting to like onions on things; I never did", despite all the Whoppers and Big Macs and fried onion rings she has shat out over the years. Great, all she needs is another food to like.
She really has zero to say, though, and she resorts to inserting a gratuitous clip of her mangy cat for us to enjoy.
This is how they will find her one day.
A lot of mindless, talkless chewing follows. We get one couplet of "It's no use, chubbyoos", and then she resorts to telling us a dream, for lack of any other topic under the sun.
As always, she claims to dream of food. She and her mom were on a road trip, and she suggests going to Cheesecake Factory, hours away in Toronto (Amberlynn-watchers and psychoanalysts, take note!) Weirdly, the longer they drive, the farther away Cheesecake Factory gets (her version of a nightmare). She digresses, and tells us "as a teenager" in '94-'95 she lived in the basement with posters of Green Day and J.T.T. (who?) on the wall and watched Bevis and Butthead (memo to Clotso, you were not a teenager in 1994, you were nine going on ten) The only part I am believing is that her mom kept her in the cellar. Anyway, in her dream, she was back in that safe space again. Strange people enter the hallway and discuss ordering pizza. Nobody asks Clotso if she wants pizza though (her nightmare gets worse and worse). A masked stranger enters her room and begins to fondle her breasts from behind (how did he reach around --and I guess down too--, I wonder?) "I shouldn't be telling you about my wet dreams" she adds proudly. The stranger breathes on her erogenous zone (which is her fat neck, she says) and whispers sweet nothings. And she fell in love with him in her dream! It sucks, she assesses, but that is the extent of my love life right now (right now? You mean from now on...)
Next, we get her new business plans. She wants to start a "livestream channel" so as to not confuse her viewers (sounds like a great way to lose money, fatso!) "I know I don't do well with new channels. It was just a thought...", she says, talking herself out of it already.
"So messy!" she says, vis-a-vis the meal. "Anyone from a country where...munch, chomp, munch, munch, slurp...where this is a staple food for you?" She gripes that people complain that her food is not always authentic, but says she can't get authentic food.
"This is small", she tells us about a piece of potato. "It's a very good size"
She puts away the food. The tells us the falafel is a "medium or large", but maybe it is a large. She doesn't remember ordering a large, "but, whatever"
She rhapsodizes over the grape leaves, which she now says she likes. Some people stuff them with meat, but our healthy guru prefers the vegetarian version.
She brags about tipping the driver highly because of the snow.
She did address the fridge bulb emergency quickly by getting a new one. Priorities!
She stalls for time, with nothing to say, babbling about everything and nothing at once, and singing more cat songs.
And then she was gone...
Welcome back to the new old normal! Now that she is back to stretching her stomach out with massive meals, there will be no stopping her. Beetus and Liver Disease? They can get bent; they don't exist in her reality. Food, food, food for the beauty. And this was one big waste of time. Not only did she tell us nothing, she didn't even seem to enjoy the food that much, despite all the Amberlynnisms.
In front of her sit three complete meals (each of which could really be shared by two people).
What, me worry?
This officially ends her latest health kick, such as it was. Back to some serious eating-for-six, Beetus-chan and Fatty-Liver-kun be damned. If we just forget that stuff, it goes away. This is the secret to her life, Chantal's core philosophy.
"I was just craving Lebanese food..." Who craves Lebanese food besides Lebanese? She was craving food, pure and simple. And you know Chantal's road to health and well being: cave into every craving, and never deny yourself anything.
Apparently the gigantic hoagie in the middle is a falafel (unlike any falafel I have ever seen; deathfatties always know the 'secret' food we normies have never heard of). She will cut it in half and save half for later (as she always does, since she is so dainty. Of course "later" means "an hour or two", but I digress)
She tucks into a potato, and then tells us "they're not greasy; they're not fried", as she simultaneosly heaps a huge gob of coagulated grease on top of her next bite, effectively cancelling out any health benefit in the first bite without a shred of self-awareness.
C-diff fingers
She digs into the wet, greasy grape leaves next with her fat, c-diff fingers, ever the sophisticated lady. Crumbs start spilling onto her lap. We are back to the good old days! Full speed ahead until the next health crisis!! Wheee!!!
Heheh, the fat load, who just went out of her way to explain how she judges restaurants by the quality of their grape leaves (how do Burger King, Red Lobster, and Taco Bell rank, O Guru?), doesn't like the grape leaves. She spends a minute, her eyes darting between the greasy leaves in her mitt and the box on the table, silently, back and forth and back and forth. The flavor isn't bad, she says, but she is used to "soft rice" Despite her disappointment, she shoves it back into her mouth again after coating it with dip.
Dip saves the grape leaves!
She assures us they are good anyway, her face registering no joy and her countenance looking somewhat depressed.
She then shows us the weird hoagie-falafel, jammed full, and teaches us what falafels are with graphics of chick pea balls. "More proof that everything tastes better fried", says our healthy influencer sage, as she valiantly ignores the lunacy of her remark. Somewhere inside of her, diabetes and liver disease give each other hi-fives. These are vegan, she tells us, which brings us to why she is craving Lebanese food.
I suspect, after her Red Lobster bacchanal, she felt guilty and decided to straighten herself out. So a vegan meal will do the trick! How to cancel out 6000 calories of fish grease? With 6000 calories of vegan. Average it out, and it makes her half-vegan, and what could be healthier than that? I'm sure she is doing her girl-crush Freelie proud with this. Needless to say, there is nothing there that Peetz would conceivably be able to eat, so it is all for her. Which is fine, Peetz deserves it.
Half-hearted eyeroll
She digs into the falafel monstrosity and attempts a reptilian eye roll. However, we don't get the eye-whites this time; she just isn't feeling it the way she would it it were a nice triple Whopper. "Oh Wow...mmmm hmmmm...that is a good falafel", she says with an index finger shake for emphasis, in Amberlynn-influenced tones, convincing nobody. Her heart just isn't in it.
She explains her falafel some more and reaches for a Classic Coke (with sugar). This meal is not just a middle finger to diabetes and liver disease, it is a middle finger right up their nostrils. Bet they are seething now! "I drink soda once in a while", she tells us, as if we had zero idea of what she drinks. The key words are "once in a while". She is no fool who endangers her health with a daily can of sugared soda, nosiree! "If I do, I try not to have more than one a day", she tells us, her mouth stuffed with falafel, her voice rising on the last syllable in best lie-detector-failing fashion. That's how she stays healthy and fit, folks! Taking notes on this?
She swivels around and rocks her massive frame off camera to fetch a glass. She sits back down with a loud thud, the chair squeaking and squealing in protest. She admits it is not Christmas, but she is using her Christmas glass. She fumbles with the ice, as her eyes dodge. She then tells us she has a new song for Sham, based on the word "Chubbyoos" which she spells out as a text graphic onscreen.
She begins singing in a nasal, tuneless voice, "It's no use, chubbyoos. It's no use, chubbyoos" That's the song she wrote, its clever, multidimensional lyrics represented in full.
She glibly pours her soda, seemingly at a complete loss for words. She really has not talked about anything so far, and we are six minutes into an 19 minute video.
"Yum-yum-yum-yum-yum" she sings to herself before she gulps her fizzing cola.
Finally, the topic of the day is approached.
"So....something embarrassing happened...when I was getting this food", the word "getting" enunciated in a weird, almost annoyed sounding way.
Sociopathic equivalent of an embarrassed face
So, it has long ago been established and proven time and again that Clotso does not experience "embarrassment" the way the rest of us do (nor do most sociopaths). Instead, they feel something akin to anger for being shown up as the fool. They aren't mortified and shamed as most people are when embarrassed. They are pissed, and Clotso rolls her eyes and huffs in tempered but not well-concealed anger.
Her rage is manifest because some poor Uber Eats schlub put the cola on a lower step that she couldn't reach, and our pantsless pants-shitter didn't want to moon the neighborhood trying to pick it up. So a helpful neighbor saw her predicament and offered to hand it to her. That's the whole story.
She hiccups and burps after telling it, unembarrassed.
She waves her paw and intones "I was embarrassed" Then, she appends to it in a meaningful voice, "To say the least"
A moment later she tells us "I'm starting to like onions on things; I never did", despite all the Whoppers and Big Macs and fried onion rings she has shat out over the years. Great, all she needs is another food to like.
She really has zero to say, though, and she resorts to inserting a gratuitous clip of her mangy cat for us to enjoy.
This is how they will find her one day.
A lot of mindless, talkless chewing follows. We get one couplet of "It's no use, chubbyoos", and then she resorts to telling us a dream, for lack of any other topic under the sun.
As always, she claims to dream of food. She and her mom were on a road trip, and she suggests going to Cheesecake Factory, hours away in Toronto (Amberlynn-watchers and psychoanalysts, take note!) Weirdly, the longer they drive, the farther away Cheesecake Factory gets (her version of a nightmare). She digresses, and tells us "as a teenager" in '94-'95 she lived in the basement with posters of Green Day and J.T.T. (who?) on the wall and watched Bevis and Butthead (memo to Clotso, you were not a teenager in 1994, you were nine going on ten) The only part I am believing is that her mom kept her in the cellar. Anyway, in her dream, she was back in that safe space again. Strange people enter the hallway and discuss ordering pizza. Nobody asks Clotso if she wants pizza though (her nightmare gets worse and worse). A masked stranger enters her room and begins to fondle her breasts from behind (how did he reach around --and I guess down too--, I wonder?) "I shouldn't be telling you about my wet dreams" she adds proudly. The stranger breathes on her erogenous zone (which is her fat neck, she says) and whispers sweet nothings. And she fell in love with him in her dream! It sucks, she assesses, but that is the extent of my love life right now (right now? You mean from now on...)
Next, we get her new business plans. She wants to start a "livestream channel" so as to not confuse her viewers (sounds like a great way to lose money, fatso!) "I know I don't do well with new channels. It was just a thought...", she says, talking herself out of it already.
"So messy!" she says, vis-a-vis the meal. "Anyone from a country where...munch, chomp, munch, munch, slurp...where this is a staple food for you?" She gripes that people complain that her food is not always authentic, but says she can't get authentic food.
"This is small", she tells us about a piece of potato. "It's a very good size"
She puts away the food. The tells us the falafel is a "medium or large", but maybe it is a large. She doesn't remember ordering a large, "but, whatever"
She rhapsodizes over the grape leaves, which she now says she likes. Some people stuff them with meat, but our healthy guru prefers the vegetarian version.
She brags about tipping the driver highly because of the snow.
She did address the fridge bulb emergency quickly by getting a new one. Priorities!
She stalls for time, with nothing to say, babbling about everything and nothing at once, and singing more cat songs.
And then she was gone...
Welcome back to the new old normal! Now that she is back to stretching her stomach out with massive meals, there will be no stopping her. Beetus and Liver Disease? They can get bent; they don't exist in her reality. Food, food, food for the beauty. And this was one big waste of time. Not only did she tell us nothing, she didn't even seem to enjoy the food that much, despite all the Amberlynnisms.
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Is there NOTHING she won't dip her food into? Her mukbangs typically have an overabundance of dips, sauces, dressings etc.
DongMiguel
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Ugh and here I was trying to be ... positive with him. Jesus.
lol she said the same thing about chips once and someone decided to make a video of all the times she ate chips (it's a couple years old now, so, plenty more examples out there):
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She chugs a 2 litre of coke a day and only counts it as one soda.
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Ole Ganymede orbiter here needs his own thread....
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I mean it's technically correct. But that's along with her totally helfeee flavoured soda waters.
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No one cares, we’re here to laugh at the fatties.
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You came here to cry about Chantal ignoring your comments
this ain't the place for that.
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90's Tiger Beat heartthrob. Very relatable in 2021 don't you know?
It'sBecauseICare
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Technically no. I was just saying that might be one of the reasons I don't like her anymore. As you see I listed a few.You came here to cry about Chantal ignoring your comments
I assume this is the hazing process for Kiwi Farms?
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I mean,I am all for any insider knowledge about any of our coes,first hand stuff is grand. But "waahhh, waaaahhh, she's ignoring meeeeeeee!!!!" doesnt cut it.You came here to cry about Chantal ignoring your comments
2/10, my milk cup runneth dry.
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How does one look at Chantal and her content and not automatically come to the conclusion that she and her content are objectively trash?
> "I have no faith that she is seeing a dietician or counsellor..."
No shit sherlock.
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Visual impairment?
It'sBecauseICare
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LOL. I found my people.
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no the hazing process is doxxing your grandma and stealing your car.
edit: i hope that ‘73 plymouth duster was yours because that’s the car i took
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Chantal was never a catch and even back then she was lolcow material but still... she was in a much better physical and mental place, and that's just a little over 2 years ago.
You can clearly see not only the obvious weight gain, but the overall deterioration since 2019. We, Kiwis, used to laugh a lot at her clown make up and ugly ass nails, but as white trash as it was she was still trying to doll up a little and take care of herself.
As this rate I do wonder if she will lose her mind entirely before her heart gives up on her.
ETA : @It'sBecauseICare Lurk moar faggot.
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Does Chantal even feel shame at this point? I think shame left the building back when she spoke so openly about drip drying and fucking a homeless man. Oh, and letting some random guy rub on her boobs for some Burger King. And- you know what, the list goes on.
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Wait, I thought it was doxing cars and stealing grandmas?? Fuck sake
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Even then the constant burning, farting, and other Chantal noises should be more than enough to turn anyone off. And that's without mentioning her personality and constant oversharing.