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

All these people talking about her getting killed, just... How? Is someone going to stab her? With what, a fucking lance? What kind of knife is going to get through that fat to an organ or artery? Same with a gun, unless someone is running around with a .50 cal or a railgun she's going to survive. Suffocating her? Good luck, there's like 5 chins of protection there.

I mean, you could take out her legs or her head but that center mass is approaching indestructibility.
 
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.
True, typical male incels are the same way...must be blond, hourglass figure, perfect arse, huge tits, dresses like such and such, under 25...they rank women’s photos and call a woman a five for having a slightly bigger chin, or a “seven at best” for having breasts smaller than a D cup. Every one of them would absolutely jizz their jeans in excitement if that same woman chatted them up at a club and invited them back to her place, but online they act like she’s barely worth a second look.

It’s the result of feeling like you’re the bottom of the barrel, desperate, a beggar, and instead of improving yourself, you go super harsh on your critiques of others.

“Look, I’m not desperate!” the action is meant to convey. “I’m only alone because my standards are so high and nobody meets them! Nothing wrong with me, it’s everyone else who doesn't measure up! I could get laid any time I wished...I just haven’t found anyone worthy of the effort and I refuse to lower my standards!”

I’m not sure who this is meant to convince more...the listener or the speaker themselves.
 
All these people talking about her getting killed, just... How? Is someone going to stab her? With what, a fucking lance? What kind of knife is going to get through that fat to an organ or artery? Same with a gun, unless someone is running around with a .50 cal or a railgun she's going to survive. Suffocating her? Good luck, there's like 5 chins of protection there.

I mean, you could take out her legs or her head but that center mass is approaching indestructibility.
One stab from a 6 inch knife into her 29 cm liver (likely larger now) and she would die, if not quickly then more slowly as her failing beetus filled organs would not be able to recover the trauma and heal.
 
All these people talking about her getting killed, just... How? Is someone going to stab her? With what, a fucking lance? What kind of knife is going to get through that fat to an organ or artery? Same with a gun, unless someone is running around with a .50 cal or a railgun she's going to survive. Suffocating her? Good luck, there's like 5 chins of protection there.

I mean, you could take out her legs or her head but that center mass is approaching indestructibility.
I mean, I gotta say morbidly obese women rarely get killed by serial killers, so you might have a point there. She is low risk for murder/homicide but high risk for drying of cardiac arrest and her untreated diabeetuz.
 
A dark thought, but even if it isn't a sexual thrill she's getting from doing risky things in the bushes of Ontario, what if part of her brain (the part that fawns over true crime and mass suicide) fantasizes about becoming a legend? If she disappears or falls prey to a serial killer, the reality of her existence would be erased, and no one could ever shame her again. They would have to tell the tale of her woeful demise with respect and sincerity forever and ever...

If that ever happened though, she'd probably just become a fairy tale for the locals.
"Don't go into the forest at night, or the Beezin' Witch will eat you whole. If you hear a wheezy 'Tee Hee,' run!"
5 whole minutes in autodesk
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All these people talking about her getting killed, just... How? Is someone going to stab her? With what, a fucking lance? What kind of knife is going to get through that fat to an organ or artery? Same with a gun, unless someone is running around with a .50 cal or a railgun she's going to survive. Suffocating her? Good luck, there's like 5 chins of protection there.

I mean, you could take out her legs or her head but that center mass is approaching indestructibility.
While sitting next to her in the car, just cover her mouth and nose.

The weight of lifting her arms makes it too difficult to actually fight you off, and it's not like she can turn her head away.
 
Little weird that a dude with an apparent government office job was awake and willing to meet Chantal at 2 a.m on a work day.
Depends, he probably works from home right now, and as long as the job gets done it's often enough. Meeting Chantal beats working late the next day.

All these people talking about her getting killed, just... How? Is someone going to stab her? With what, a fucking lance? What kind of knife is going to get through that fat to an organ or artery? Same with a gun, unless someone is running around with a .50 cal or a railgun she's going to survive. Suffocating her? Good luck, there's like 5 chins of protection there.

I mean, you could take out her legs or her head but that center mass is approaching indestructibility.
Chantal's body fluids are also 95 percent sugar so if anyone stabbed her they would get stuck and leave prints everywhere.

A dark thought, but even if it isn't a sexual thrill she's getting from doing risky things in the bushes of Ontario, what if part of her brain (the part that fawns over true crime and mass suicide) fantasizes about becoming a legend? If she disappears or falls prey to a serial killer, the reality of her existence would be erased, and no one could ever shame her again. They would have to tell the tale of her woeful demise with respect and sincerity forever and ever...

If that ever happened though, she'd probably just become a fairy tale for the locals.
"Don't go into the forest at night, or the Beezin' Witch will eat you whole. If you hear a wheezy 'Tee Hee,' run!"

The Wheeze Witch.
 
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While sitting next to her in the car, just cover her mouth and nose.

The weight of lifting her arms makes it too difficult to actually fight you off, and it's not like she can turn her head away.

Wouldn't work, she would just unhinge her jaw and use her rat teeth to chomp through anything covering her face so she could get to her assorted creamy sauces.
 
All these people talking about her getting killed, just... How? Is someone going to stab her? With what, a fucking lance? What kind of knife is going to get through that fat to an organ or artery? Same with a gun, unless someone is running around with a .50 cal or a railgun she's going to survive. Suffocating her? Good luck, there's like 5 chins of protection there.

I mean, you could take out her legs or her head but that center mass is approaching indestructibility.

Drug her bubble tea so he can take her back to his basement dungeon? (Not the first Buffalo Bill comparison, and Karate Joe warned her to NEVER ACCEPT A DRINK FROM A GUY.) But he would need the jaws of life just to get her out of the car, not to mention the feat of dragging a dainty 370 lbs of dead weight any notable distance.

Meeting Chantal beats working late the next day.

Dude, you might want to look into night school or something. There are other options available to you if your job is that bad.
 
"If a man shaves his wiener, he is a psychopath." ~ Chantal "Burger Asshole" Sarault

According to Chantal, she has been used by men in the past and is afraid of it. Now, she wants to use men.
Also, apparently she chatted with a handsome man who showed pictures of his large penis last night. He loves "big girls" with "big bums" and wants to see pictures of her "big bum".

This man enjoys anal sex and wants Chantal to shave her ass. On top of that, he wants to eat Chantal's booty because he loves big gorls. They eventually plan on meeting in a hotel room.

In other news, the moon is made out of cheese, pigs can fly, Amberlynn is a sweetheart, and Chantal tells the truth.

CHANTAL LIES.

ETA: Karate Joe is chimping out. His real name is shuuuuuuper hot, but she will not tell you it. Also, will Chantal be doing it with this sexy Italian with or without her wig and CPAP machine?
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"If a man shaves a wiener, he is a psychopath." ~ Chantal "Burger Asshole" Sarault

According to Chantal, she has been used by men in the past and is afraid of it. Now, she wants to use men.
Also, apparently she chatted with a handsome man with a large penis last night. He loves "big girls" with "big bums" and wants to see pictures of her "big bum".
Big Bums on Mordibly obese women don't count.
 
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