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

FFS, she hasn't even finished unpacking from her move from Bibis.
Did she ever get the other two dining chairs put together?
Moving again would just be too stressful guys. Does anyone really think she will take initiative to pack again, when she won't even walk around a grocery store or out to the dumpster?
From the time they procured the apartment until they actually moved in, she kept saying "I have to start packing." The only "packing" she did on camera was a half a box of CDs. Then in another video she said something along the lines of "I didn't feel like packing, I felt like doing a mukbang." Here are the videos she did during that time.

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She had practically nothing to pack from Malan's, yet she couldn't bring herself to do it. Since moving to the luxury villa she has acquired a shit ton of furniture, appliances, "decor," and knick-knacks. Look how long it took for her...I mean, her mom...to clean her room, ffs. At this point, her "dream" of moving is about as insurmountable as her "dream" to climb Everest.
 
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People keep talking about her swigging vodka....there is a 80% chance there was water in that bottle. Remember she wants to look cool and quirky. Swigging straight vodka and puking isn't what she wants us to see.
This crossed my mind briefly too, but her face was as red as a baboon's ass within a few minutes of her first sip, and by the time she was done she looked like she had spent all day at the beach on a sunny summer day. It was from the alcohol; water wouldn't do that.
 
This crossed my mind briefly too, but her face was as red as a baboon's ass within a few minutes of her first sip, and by the time she was done she looked like she had spent all day at the beach on a sunny summer day. It was from the alcohol; water wouldn't do that.
There's also the 2 cocktails she had of Vodka and Clamato. First one was off camera, but the second was poured on/near camera.

Watered-down Clam juice/Tomato Juice I would guess would make her vomit faster than downing the entire Vodka bottle at once.
 
You'd think with NAFLD, a blood clot and barely medicated Type 2 Diabetes she'd make an attempt to change? It just shows us that she's accepted her fate and has sealed herself away in some "travel the world 4 million subscriber YouTuber" fantasy.
I don't even know if it's that she has accepted her fate and it's just more hubris on her part.

I really believe that Chantal somehow thinks she's got a manage on everything, from her health to her weight. She seems to truly think that her situation is not all that dire and that she's maybe a quick diet, and 50 lbs, from being fine.

I don't think she gets that a lot of what she has can only be managed through weight loss and eating better. It's a remarkable level of cognitive dissonance. That's it. I bet Chantal actually thinks she's going to be just fine and that people are overstating her medical problems and issues related to her obesity.
 
So, in Canada, if you fuck the place up do they bill you for it? I doubt a simple carpet shampooing and paint job will deal with the grossness Chins would leave behind.
They'll change the carpet. Or if were smart, pull it and put in hardwood/laminate. But the idiots haven't put holes in the walls, destroyed appliances, etc., the place is just dirty, it's not ready to be condemned. The worst thing they could do to the place is Chantal dying in it and no one finds her body for a couple days.

Ontario and Quebec favour the tenant, I can't speak for other provinces.
 
But the idiots haven't put holes in the walls, destroyed appliances, etc.,
Oh yes they have. In Clotso's room, there is a head-sized hole in the drywall above where she used to keep her scale. It looks to me like she may have lost her balance, and put her arm (or head) right through the wall. A smaller hole in the wall was spotted by an alert farmer near the sofa. So that makes two holes in the wall confirmed.
 
I'd like to know who looked at/ate clams and thought, "You know, this juice from this would make a GREAT mixer!"

I'm here for Chantal obliterating her liver completely, though.
Wouldn't that be salty as all hell aswell? So not only is she nuking her liver, she's going for her kidneys too!
 
Oh yes they have. In Clotso's room, there is a head-sized hole in the drywall above where she used to keep her scale. It looks to me like she may have lost her balance, and put her arm (or head) right through the wall. A smaller hole in the wall was spotted by an alert farmer near the sofa. So that makes two holes in the wall confirmed.
Oh shit, really? Didn't know that. Still, landlord isn't going to lose sleep. Unless they stop paying rent, they're not getting evicted from the palace.

Caesars are pretty good - a perfect breakfast drink when you want to start day drinking at the cottage.
 
I don't even know if it's that she has accepted her fate and it's just more hubris on her part.

I really believe that Chantal somehow thinks she's got a manage on everything, from her health to her weight. She seems to truly think that her situation is not all that dire and that she's maybe a quick diet, and 50 lbs, from being fine.

I don't think she gets that a lot of what she has can only be managed through weight loss and eating better. It's a remarkable level of cognitive dissonance. That's it. I bet Chantal actually thinks she's going to be just fine and that people are overstating her medical problems and issues related to her obesity.
That’s what so fascinating about deathfats in general and Chinny in particular- their utter lack of self-preservation. Chinny is literally on a straight path to death, no hyperbole, and yet still won’t change. It’s that exact morbid fascination that keeps me watching. Her being hateful, vile and deluded is only icing on the cake (and keeps the guilt under wraps).
 
So, in Canada, if you fuck the place up do they bill you for it? I doubt a simple carpet shampooing and paint job will deal with the grossness Chins would leave behind.

They'll change the carpet. Or if were smart, pull it and put in hardwood/laminate.
You'd be amazed at what professional carpet cleaners can do. They've got detergents and equipment normal people don't, and if they can steam-clean really nasty, greasy carpet in restaurants so it looks presentable, they can handle Chantal's filth. The landlord's not going to replace the carpet unless it's actually destroyed.

I'd like to know who looked at/ate clams and thought, "You know, this juice from this would make a GREAT mixer!"

I'm here for Chantal obliterating her liver completely, though.
Clamato is the key ingredient in a Bloody Caesar, which is just about the only distinctly Canadian food or beverage I can think of that's worth the trouble to procure and consume outside of Canuckistan.

It doesn't look like Chantal bothered with the herbed salt around the rim of the glass, and the massive stalk of celery was embarrassing. Pickled asparagus or GTFO, Chantal.
 
Clamato juice doesn't taste like clams. It doesn't smell fishy, nor is it salty. At the risk of sounding like a wanker, the clam aspect of the drink gives the tomato juice a bit of an umami element; a kind of depth and savoury-ness that all goes very, very well with vodka (cheap or expensive). Just a little bit of info for any 'Muricans who--if the borders ever open--find themselves buying cheap Canadian groceries at a No Frills and come across a bottle of this great stuff.

I would absolutely thank everything holy and extraterrestrial if Chantal decided to incorporate hard booze into her daily ingestion of slop.

ANYWAY...there is something in a rental lease called "reasonable wear and tear," which might be subjective, but in my province, renters are not favoured at all. We do the damage deposit thing, and landlords will find any excuse they can to hang onto it. However, no matter how filthy and nasty Chantal's apartment is, it's still intact, and I doubt they'll face any consequences if they ever move, which doesn't seem at all likely. That place will continue to get grosser and grosser, and the insane thing is how both of those deranged misanthropes are perfectly okay with it.

More than anything, I'm appalled at her treatment of the cats, and how feral, ungroomed, and stressed-out they appear to be in that shithole. The elder cat deserves a more dignified final act than this, and Sam simply needs a better home. At least they have each other, I guess. But I'm secretly hoping they are plotting to one day shred her throat as she sleeps, and then abruptly dash in front of Peetz on his way down for a Sprite so he takes a fatal tumble down the stairs.
 
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We have Clamato in nearly every store in the US, no need to go to a canadian goods store.

Peetz and Chantal might complain about the stairs, but it's those exact stairs that are preserving chantal's ability to screech on all day lives while Peetz works from home. The typical, old-school, single floor apartment layout in their price range would make that very difficult, if not impossible. Peetz probably would have lost his job already.
 
Clamato juice doesn't take like clams. It doesn't smell fishy, nor is it salty. At the risk of sounding like a wanker, the clam aspect of the drink gives the tomato juice a bit of an umami element; a kind of depth and savoury-ness that all goes very, very well with vodka (cheap or expensive). Just a little bit of info for any 'Muricans who--if the borders ever open--find themselves buying cheap Canadian groceries at a No Frills and come across a bottle of this great stuff.

Gross af, my dude, no offense. And no thanks.

I would absolutely thank everything holy and extraterrestrial if Chantal decided to incorporate hard booze into her daily ingestion of slop.

With her oral/anal fixation, we'd probably be introduced to The Daily Vomit.

More than anything, I'm appalled at her treatment of the cats, and how feral, ungroomed, and stressed-out they appear to be in that shithole. The elder cat deserves a more dignified final act than this, and Sam simply needs a better home. At least they have each other, I guess. But I'm secretly hoping they are plotting to one day shred her throat as she sleeps, and then abruptly dash in front of Peetz on his way down for a Sprite so he takes a fatal tumble down the stairs.
I try to ignore the fact she has cats, hard as that is to do with her ridiculous baby voice whenever she talks at them. It makes me want to rage out, and there really aren't a lot of things that do that.
 
Chantal lives way off in the suburbs, she's nowhere near downtown or the heart of the city (she couldn't afford it). Her rent is the least of her financial concerns.

Robin the Explorer's channel is back. He's reading the comments on the comment she left on Life By Jen's channel so even if she deletes the comment, it'll live on. This is going to make her pig mad, it's great.
 
They'll change the carpet. Or if were smart, pull it and put in hardwood/laminate. But the idiots haven't put holes in the walls, destroyed appliances, etc., the place is just dirty, it's not ready to be condemned. The worst thing they could do to the place is Chantal dying in it and no one finds her body for a couple days.

Ontario and Quebec favour the tenant, I can't speak for other provinces.
In Ontario, the landlord would have to take them to court to sue for the costs of any significant damages, I think. Their place is part of a rental company/property management rather than a private landlord so I assume the rental company’s insurance would cover most things.
Why do they need to live in the metro? These two could live in a trailer in the Manitoba for $500 a month and not a goddamn thing would change.
Chantal and Peetz think they’re way above the small, pretty white trash city they’re from, which is hilarious in and of itself. More importantly, small towns have fewer fast food options and usually NO grocery delivery or UberEats. It would be like moving to a third world country.
 
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