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

Phone sex with Chantal:

"I'm beezin"

"Are you beezin?"

" Oh yeah. Beezin like Chubbyoos. Hi Chubbyoos! "

"Is he beezin?"

" Are you beezin, big boyz? Big boyz is beezin. "

"Really beezin?"

" How much are you beezin, bigbig? I call him bigbig. "

"Did you give him...treats?"

" Treats? Treats! Treats? Treats! Whaddya mean by 'treats'? "

"Like, Temptations or Greenies or..."

" I just had a Wendy"s Frostie, and I have some Cheetos. But I dunno if I want them. "

"I mean the cat."

" You mean my kitty? " (Awful cackle)

Like this, forever.
 
Her live today was so goddamn boring and not worth watching.

Here's sex ed with Chins and putting your hands in your food.
Talking about sex while open mouth smacking on pickled fucking beans. Seigneur. She’s the real version of Steve Carrell’s character in 40 Year Old Virgin discussing bags of sand.

I tried watching a bit of her encounter with Frank but had to tap out. It gave me that same uncomfortable feeling as when you’re out and the couple at the next table is obviously on a first date and you have to listen to their conversation (although they’ve usually prepared and aren’t degenerates). The stupid hog recently joked about being afraid of dating because she didn’t want to be murdered and she even jokingly read the newspaper article that would be written about her. But hey, I’m sure everyone here has done stupid things for dick/pussy.

Regardless, it will be fun to watch the tension between her and her only friend in the whole world.
 
I don't think she was risking murder as much as people are making it sound like. She broadcast her location, but she was also livestreaming and almost 2000 people would be able to account for where she went and who she was meeting. She's in way more danger of a hypothetical murderer when she's sitting (or shitting) on the side of some lonely road in the dark.

Of course that's assuming this potential livestream meetup murderer isn't as stupid as she is.
 
Phone sex with Chantal:

"I'm beezin"

"Are you beezin?"

" Oh yeah. Beezin like Chubbyoos. Hi Chubbyoos! "

"Is he beezin?"

" Are you beezin, big boyz? Big boyz is beezin. "

"Really beezin?"

" How much are you beezin, bigbig? I call him bigbig. "

"Did you give him...treats?"

" Treats? Treats! Treats? Treats! Whaddya mean by 'treats'? "

"Like, Temptations or Greenies or..."

" I just had a Wendy"s Frostie, and I have some Cheetos. But I dunno if I want them. "

"I mean the cat."

" You mean my kitty? " (Awful cackle)

Like this, forever.
Don't forget "Oh ya beezer, poopoos in the kitchen"
 
Chantal having " Phones Sex " :
Ahhhhh yessss Yesss ( wheeze , wheeze ) i'm about to... ( wheeze wheeze ) i'm cuming Antonio
Ahhh yesss yesss she moans, am alomost there , ooooh ahhhhh ( giggles )
Her face is flushed , her body is dripping with sweat as she reaches the top of the stairs
Talking bout a CLIMAX !!!!

OR ...or , Chantal shamelessly humping the shit out of this Lama Obama or whatever that thing is called ! ( Which by the way Peetz is super jealous of ) ?! She can't even reach her peach with those short fat arms and tiny stubby little hoofs . Antonio , you got fucked and screwed at the same time !
 
Well, at least we know what pizza place Franco likes, for when he takes Clotso out for pizza.

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I'm shook that a somewhat normal looking middle aged man who can spell "their" and use apostrophes correctly is fangirling and Superchatting Chantal. And that Lewis kid was a little Hottie from Hotterville! I fully expected that everyone in Chantal's Live chats would be trolls or morbidly obese troglodytes. How is it possible that I was so wrong? Now I am questioning everything I believe. EVERYTHING.
 
Frank was a welcome change from the stagnant lives with her sycophants and her simp. Chantal interacting with people she does not take for granted and thus does not feel confident with; always makes for some of her best content. Those always deconstruct her cheap papier-mâché persona of a strong and confident woman she tries to project on the internet. I am convinced that she would shit her pants if a "hater" or someone from a reaction channel ever confronted her face-to-face. Impotent anger on the internet is the only retaliation she is capable of.
 
Cooking Dinner - 5 parts @360p

ETA:
She dirty deleted the latest live, so I hope someone was capturing it.

I present to you the March 29-30, 2021 livestream in which Chantal dick shames, tells the internet her fantasies as if they are true and discusses her future endeavor to sell her farts in jars.

MEGA link to view the video
Semper, god damn, fi krazy orange cat

2021-03-29 Live - 3 parts @360p
 
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How long until a troll matches with Chinny on Tinder and tries to seduce her? I honestly can't believe it hasn't happened yet. She's dumb enough to fall for anything, apparently, and is willing to livestream physically meeting with someone she's only spoken to online (in a public chat for less than 30 minutes).

It's really incredible that a prank phone call to a restaurant is the only IRL trolling she's met with so far.
 
I like how she's shaming some guy that she's talking to on Tinder for having a four-inch cock. Sometimes I swear she forgets what she looks like. Lower your standards, sis.

"I don't like men with feminine fingers."
People with low self-esteem tend to have ridiculously high standards. I’m pretty sure it’s a defense mechanism. 90% of women who say shit like, “men under 6ft need not apply”, only want to date gym rats, or demand a six figure salary are way below average. It’s always either an ugly fatty, some degenerate white trash hoe who dropped out of high school and can’t hold a minimum wage job, or some plain Jane who saw too many movies and still lives with the delusion that one day her Prince Charming will show up on her doorstep.

I find that Chantal’s laughable dating standards (for someone like her) are pretty much what I’d expect from a fatty with zero self-esteem. And like all the other delusional hoes, she’ll either settle for a nobody like Peetz or die alone.
 
Her indulging in some stunted teenybopper fantasy about cyberfucking or phone sex is hilarious considering the reality of it would likely entail her taking multiple breaks for runny shits.

"Hold that erection, Beezybub, I gotta take a quick number two. Teehee. I can put you on speaker and leave the bathroom door open if you want!"

Peak eroticism.
 
People with low self-esteem tend to have ridiculously high standards. I’m pretty sure it’s a defense mechanism. 90% of women who say shit like, “men under 6ft need not apply”, only want to date gym rats, or demand a six figure salary are way below average. It’s always either an ugly fatty, some degenerate white trash hoe who dropped out of high school and can’t hold a minimum wage job, or some plain Jane who saw too many movies and still lives with the delusion that one day her Prince Charming will show up on her doorstep.

I find that Chantal’s laughable dating standards (for someone like her) are pretty much what I’d expect from a fatty with zero self-esteem. And like all the other delusional hoes, she’ll either settle for a nobody like Peetz or die alone.
It makes a lot of sense. Chantal knows damn well that she'd be extremely lucky to get any man to date her - nevermind a hot foreign man with a huge dick that has no problem with her eating all of his money and rapidly developing as many illnesses and diseases as she can, that would willingly blow dry her oozing fupa, ignore her non-deodorant-using stench, and wipe her ass for her. If she rejects every man who is desperate enough to respond to her fatfishing photos on Tinder, she will never actually have to face rejection herself. She can happily continue rejecting men based on their reported penis size, and continue to indulge her blissfully deluded mind into thinking that she just hasn't met anyone up to her standards yet. If she just accepted any random loser, she'd end up having to go on dates, having to see their faces as they see her true size, and having to face being rejected over and over again.

I do hope she gains enough false confidence from facetiming her batshit mods to continue meeting randos live, though. She may believe that being an ~influencer~ and having their first meeting livestreamed to 1,000 people may lessen the chance of a dude just running away. Seeing a Tinder hookup meet Chantal in the flesh would be extremely entertaining.
 
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