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

If that was one of Malan's dinners it was either (1) a snapshot from a couple of years ago, or (2) he finally caved from her stalking him with msgs., dropped off something very belatedly "for her birthday week"...then, just like the UberEats delivery guise who totally want to have secks with her rang the doorbell, threw some slop at her doorstep while turning tail, and fled screaming into the night.

But, since we didn't see her eating it with both hooves, and sucking the grease off her sausage digits, all the while waxing in delirium that its proof that Malan's surely carrying a red-hot torch for her...I'm going with (1).
I only believe that it could have gone two ways: (1) it was indeed a snapshot from a couple of years ago (more likely) or (2) Malan FINALLY gave in to her insistent nagging and sent her a snapshot of that particular meal (since it's supposedly one of her "favorite" meals he made) to shut her up. No way my man Bibi would go to the trouble to send her food for her birthday.
 
So what have we learned from this one? Super Mario, the chiseled Italian Adonis with the large penis and BBW fetish, has not texted her back. However, Chantal still holds onto hope that he will reconvene with her right before their April 10th hotel meetup. Cope harder Chantal.

In the meantime, she is chatting with some sexy redneck with gold teeth and another man that does coke. She tells all these stories whilst in the Starbucks drive-thru while being served by some unwitting teenaged barista WHO TOTALLY WANTS TO FUCK HER because he smiled in her general direction and does not want to be fired.

Here's today's archive, split into three parts and in 360p:


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I'll take my hats but she knows they are going into lockdown so of course, she doesn't wear a mask! Makes so much sense!
 
Only for those with nerves of steel:
About 1h 30 min into this live, she uses her kitchen bathroom and doesn't mute the stream (literally).
This is getting weirder and weirder...

Which live is this again? Can't keep track. I feel like torturing myself and want to count how long she washes her hands / runs the tap after taking her dozenth dump of the day.

Anyone a fan of chubbyemu? He is YouTuber who does videos with such enticing clickbaity titles as :
A Dad Ate 25 Packs Silica Gel For Breakfast. This Is What Happened To His Stomach.
A Student Drank 2 Gallons Coffee. This Is What Happened To His Kidneys.
A Chef Ate Gas Station Nachos For Dinner. This Is What Happened To His Limbs.
A Student Ate Only Chips And French Fries For 10 Years. This Is What Happened To His Eyes
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A Diabetic mom Caught A Fever. This Is How Her Kidneys Shut Down

Although Chubbyemu has titles that sound like clickbait, they really arent. They are very well done videos about medical conditions and situations that have happened to real patients ( some lived, some died) They are addictive to watch and very entertaining as well as informative.

Anywhoooo... I would love to know what chubby emu would write as the title for a video about what killed Chinny. I can just imagine it...

This woman refuse to stop for gorging herself. This is how she shit herself to death.

This woman got an infection. This is how her fupa killed her.

This woman didn't clean her cpap. This is how her brain was eaten by flesh eating bacteria.

The patient... did not... have a recovery.
 
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I think we may have entered the final dissipation era that is going to ultimately leave her in the hospital or insane.

I kinda knew we'd find ourselves here, ever since the first time she vaped on camera, a year or two ago. I figured that if she liked it, the day would come when she'd be getting zonked daily, and we seem to have finally reached that stage. As others have stated on this thread, I don't necessarily have a problem with people using cannabis (although I think smoking it the old-fashioned way is best, because a user can regulate their THC levels much more easily that way; edibles are akin to doing multiple shots at a bar) I don't even think daily cannabis use is necessarily a problem for people who are otherwise intelligent and motivated; such people can often manage to get things done even when high. The problems start when a person who isn't bright and has zero motivation to do anything in life starts getting stoned every day. Those people really do wind up rotting away in their rooms.

Not that she had a long, fruitful life in store, but the THC is going to shorten it. She's already showing signs of falling apart. Her eating has gotten even weirder, she can't get things together enough to make a video anymore (so much for being the Creator), and her primary focus now is setting up a regular Mario Carts club. Diabetes? Almost forgotten now, except for the occasional blood sugar reading, in which death-defying readings are cause for stoned giggle fits.

The recent obsession with fucked-up sex and her studs has been fascinating on one level, since it really does seem to confirm that she is not only a near-virgin but she also has zero idea of how relationships, human interaction, or even hookups work. We always knew her sex stories were mountains of runny shit, but this confirms it. However, the new Tinder arc is also so boring it almost defies commentary.

She is doing a lot to fuck up her channel too (not that the channel wasn't born fucked-up). We aren't the only ones who think five-to-eight hour livestreams twice a day are exhausting and tedious; a lot of her adoring fans think so too. Her views per livestream are dropping precipitously, to the point that her much ballyhooed and highly anticipated Twin Peaks video was one of her most sparsely-viewed uploads ever. She may get some superchats this way, but except for on her birthday, the superchat money is in decline. She used to get $400 in an hour or two on ordinary, non-birthday livestreams, while now she might get five bucks.

Meanwhile, she forgets to take her medication, takes it wrong, or takes it and then eats enough food to dilute it to nothing. The THC compounds these problems, and it also ensures that she doesn't care. Lets also not forget that these creepy viewers of hers are the only friends she has; she is finally the life-of-the-party, popular girl she always wanted to be (among the remaining dredges of her awful collection of fatties and psychos)

She will need to give up the THC to ascend back to the point of being merely a doctor-defying deathfat mega-glutton approaching death. If she doesn't give it up (and why would she? Look at how much "fun" she is having and how "popular" she has become), she is going to spiral into a morass of insanity and delusion that has only been hinted at all of these years. THC is also increasing the odds that she'll get into a car crash one of these days.

What is clear now is that any hope of self-improvement or arresting her physical decline is out the window for good. It always was unlikely, but now she has found a way to get into a "space" where she no longer even has to contemplate such things. If dark thoughts of death start to intrude, she can do another five-hour marathon of food, gummies, and Mario Carts.

I guess the silver lining for her is that she is barely even a lolcow anymore. She's too boring to be lulzy at this point. The good news for us is that this is all leading to the mother of all crises, both mentally and physically, and each livestream accelerates the process. We may not be stuck in this limbo for as long as it feels. She can hide from reality, but that doesn't mean reality ceases to exist. Until it catches up with her, her dissolution will continue. But reality always wins in the end.
 
Out of curiosity.... will the THC consumption disqualify her from WLS? I know its legal in Canada, but are there medical repercussions?
I'm not from her part of Canada but know someone who went through WLS and was prescribed THC but oil only with no limit on the THC. Smoking it would be right out not for the THC but her lung problems and any issues with putting her to sleep as she will need a special bed because of the CPAP machine.

But more importantly, Chantal lies. Either way she doesn't care.
 
I think she did find out she was being catfished. She was bitching about the dude "who just wants to use her for her ass" which is kind of her go to for when shit doesn't go her way right? Like a child, "Well I didn't want that ANYWAY!". Then at 29:27 (right after pulling some burger out from between her tits) she says "Sofa King even you depress me, because I know you're not real either. You're just a troll who wants to lead me on, the story of my life." She let's shit slip when she's zooted out of her mind. (Edit: This is the Feeling Blue live, she goes live so fucking often it's getting hard to keep track..)

She'll use the lockdown as an excuse for why it's not gonna happen and keep regaling her fans with stories of all the sexy phone sex she'll be having instead.
Allow me to derail the sex fiend storyline for a brief moment to discuss Chantal's mouth, which has become increasingly disturbing for me to look at.
I mentioned her mouth like 100 pages back and agree, it seems to have gotten worse since even then. I have literally never seen someone with a mouth that large and a jaw that small and it is fascinating and terrible, like an old timey carnival freak.

Also, if there was any, tiny, lingering doubt that Chantal reads this forum (HI MARISSA!) the poof is proof. Someone mentioned her brony tail and 48 hours later she had a fake ponybun on. But keep saying you don't care about us Chantal. We provide you more guidance than anyone else does, love. Where would you be without us?
 
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Boyfriend, my ass. She brings nothing to the table. No one wants a disease ridden lard barge that is destined for the grave inside of 2 years.
I mean...if you took a life insurance policy out on her...
As much as I’m living for the schadenfreude of chantal’s non-existent dating life, it just goes to show that she doesn’t know what she wants and it makes it impossible to follow through.

She wants a sex-crazed dude for a one night stand, but when they make the offer, she’s offended that they don’t want to get to know her at all before meeting.

She wants a man with good hygeine and who keeps up appearances, but is quick to judge when they have large collection of selfies on their profiles and somehow always comments that their cologne usage is offputting.

She wants a man with manners, but when she comes across passive personalities like Peetz or Bubble Tea Frank, she considers them limp-dicked beta soyboys.

And furthermore, she wants the instant gratification of a quick texter, but gets annoyed when men are persistent about sex or to-the-point.

It’s comical that her standards are this high and worse, inconsistent, despite her myriad of health failures, insecurities, and physical limitations.

Like, really, would she bring her cpap machine to the hotel? Can she even make it to the hotel room without having to take breaks every 5 steps? This is a woman who stays in her kitchen all day because she physically can’t move around her apartment.

At any rate, watching a middle-aged Canuckistani woman lust over men like a 15 year old at a sleepover is fun.
Chantal wants a lot of things from men, in theory. She goes on dating apps and starts swiping, living up the fantasy of all these boyfriends and dates, of being desired.

Then when she starts getting actual replies, she panics and feels dread. She knows what she looks like, she knows she can’t even turn over in bed easily, and despite all her “ho day” stories, she knows she’s inexperienced and hesitant. She may not have even really wanted sex, but instead wanted the illusion of being desirable.

Fear of being around and exposed in front of other people grips her and she self-sabotages or bails, before doing anything with these men. All her nervous insecure feelings overwhelm her and she suddenly sees these chats as unpleasantly real and uncomfortably close. This is a woman who is by herself all day, only sharing convo and space with one other person. We’ve seen how afraid she is of interacting with strangers without a script (guy in the drive-thru? Sure, she can handle that. Guy in the supermarket? Scuttle away!). We’ve seen how awkward she is around people she doesn’t know well.

I think she longs for companionship, but is so closed up in her own little bubble and so insecure that the moment her fantasies stray into possibilities, she panics and hits the eject button. She’d honestly be better off buying that sex doll, because it won’t push her into unfamiliar territory. She can control it, it won’t judge her, it won’t pop the fragile pretend bubble around her life. She can continue thinking she’s just a chubby big girl who needs to lose like 60 lbs at most, that she’s a famous youtuber, that she has nice things and a luxury villa and friends and fans.

The desire for affection makes Chantal swipe right. The need to stay familiar, comfortable and avoid change makes her delete the app a day later.
 
Which live is this again? Can't keep track. I feel like torturing myself and want to count how long she washes her hands / runs the tap after taking her dozenth dump of the day.
With the kitchen bathroom horror moment?
The last live which she deleted about 3 hours ago. We don't seem to have it captured here yet, it seems.
 
Our greasy protagonist and sponge bath princess is up at 6:30 am (French Canuckistani time), presumably not sleeping yet, and is posting boomer memes.
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I pose the eternally rhetorical question that has been plaguing this thread since the beginning, "What the fuck does Chantal even do during the day that requires effort or planning?"

Pulling and crafting ethereally gorgeous men that you supposedly meet on dating apps from your imagination, whom are all Italian, with perfect physiques and seemingly ideal genitalia, is hard work!
 
Weed products, when used properly to combat mood disorders, helps the average sufferer get up and go (snap out of a depressive episode). That, or it can help calm anxiety and improve sleep habits. It really should be used sparingly however, and be treated as medicine.

While your typical angry hippie will screech about marijuana being non addictive, it is VERY easy for an unstable person to become dependent on it. If they are not actively working on therapy, exercising, and keeping up with daily life, the user can easily use weed as a crutch to disassociate from their issues and from themselves. Much like an alcoholic, the user will consume more and more as their tolerance builds, in order to maintain that happy buzz and remain numb.

It is where we get the stoner stereotype of the worthless lazy asshole. Chantal is flying headlong into this trap, and I find it extremely concerning that she hasn’t mentioned her THC use to her physicians, given the number of pharmaceuticals she is taking.

My theory is that she is getting off on the buzz and the munchies, and is 💯 intentionally self sabotaging the effects of her ozempic injections. She is passing time and avoiding reality by giggling over stupid shit and amping up the taste of junk food. (My weight loss meds make me feel queasy, therefor I will use drugs to allow me to eat what I want)

Anyone on a weight loss plan will be steered away from THC and directed towards CBD. She mentioned that CBD did nothing for her, and I would argue it is because she only seeks the buzz, and is not genuinely using it to combat mood disorders. So long as you are taking the correct dose, CBD has proven to be highly effective.

I get irrationally angry when Chantal says the weed helps her. It is actively hurting her.
 
I mean...if you took a life insurance policy out on her...

Chantal wants a lot of things from men, in theory. She goes on dating apps and starts swiping, living up the fantasy of all these boyfriends and dates, of being desired.

Then when she starts getting actual replies, she panics and feels dread. She knows what she looks like, she knows she can’t even turn over in bed easily, and despite all her “ho day” stories, she knows she’s inexperienced and hesitant. She may not have even really wanted sex, but instead wanted the illusion of being desirable.

Fear of being around and exposed in front of other people grips her and she self-sabotages or bails, before doing anything with these men. All her nervous insecure feelings overwhelm her and she suddenly sees these chats as unpleasantly real and uncomfortably close. This is a woman who is by herself all day, only sharing convo and space with one other person. We’ve seen how afraid she is of interacting with strangers without a script (guy in the drive-thru? Sure, she can handle that. Guy in the supermarket? Scuttle away!). We’ve seen how awkward she is around people she doesn’t know well.

I think she longs for companionship, but is so closed up in her own little bubble and so insecure that the moment her fantasies stray into possibilities, she panics and hits the eject button. She’d honestly be better off buying that sex doll, because it won’t push her into unfamiliar territory. She can control it, it won’t judge her, it won’t pop the fragile pretend bubble around her life. She can continue thinking she’s just a chubby big girl who needs to lose like 60 lbs at most, that she’s a famous youtuber, that she has nice things and a luxury villa and friends and fans.

The desire for affection makes Chantal swipe right. The need to stay familiar, comfortable and avoid change makes her delete the app a day later.
Seriously .why doesn’t Chins get a job as a phone sex worker ? No one will see her , she’ll be able to work out some of her horny , she’s up all night anyway . she’ll be earning some legit cash and she can work from home or a hospital bed as will inevitably be the case
 
She's definitely lying about that Bibi dinner. If that just happened she would have posted a lot more about it. You can tell when she lies about him because she will keep it to a post in her community tab or on Instagram. He probably watches her some of her videos, not for support but to check what she says about him. Even in livestreams when the chat brings him up she will only briefly say they still text and quickly move on. That's true because she still bothers him and certain he texts back with one word responses.

Edit: Around the time of the friend with benefits and her admitting he turned her down she quickly cooled on bringing him up as often. I think he had some words with her then.
 
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Seriously .why doesn’t Chins get a job as a phone sex worker ? No one will see her , she’ll be able to work out some of her horny , she’s up all night anyway . she’ll be earning some legit cash and she can work from home or a hospital bed as will inevitably be the case
1. Way too much effort/ work
2 .Too far out of her comfort zone
3. She'd have to stick to a schedule, (Chan doesn't do schedules)
4. She's much too childish "Tell me what you want me to do to your weiner"
 
Also the fact that Chantel kept saying that she was gonna eat whatever she wants because it's her birthday week and now that it's over, she's still eating whatever she wants. This has got to be the saddest birthday I've ever seen. There's probably people in prison that have better birthdays than Chinny. There's probably people in prison living more fulfilling lives than Chinny. Honestly Chantel should just cut her losses and either marry Peetz or karatejoe because those are the only guys pathetic enough to say yes to her undoubtedly livestreamed future youtube proposal.
There's definitely people in prison having more sex than Chintal.

Looking forward to a weed psychosis episode. Not against recreational and medicinal weed use, but she is abusing it on top of the underlying chronic condition of being a crazy bitch. Imagine if she was pounding alcohol like that instead of eating gummies. Would be interesting to get to the point where she is so mentally gone that she fully believes her made-up stories, rather than just telling them to show off to her audience (sorry, her "friends").
 
Thank goodness she doesn’t go out in nature
She shits in the woods. She spreads her diseased shit in the house of Nature's flora & fauna.
Because not everyone is a government listening, obedient sheep
But Bibi is. She talked about how fearful he was of da Rona back when the Lockdowns started, how he was wiping down every surface constantly. This is why I doubt she went to see Bibi because of his fear of it, as well as not wanting to see Chantal.
Seriously .why doesn’t Chins get a job as a phone sex worker ? No one will see her , she’ll be able to work out some of her horny , she’s up all night anyway . she’ll be earning some legit cash and she can work from home or a hospital bed as will inevitably be the case
Because Chantal doesn't want to serve others, she wants to be served, preferably Pizza & Poutine.


As slow and stupid as she has been lately, she is racing towards that wall of No Return with ever quickening speed.
Buckle up Gorls, there's gonna be a crash.
 
Our greasy protagonist and sponge bath princess is up at 6:30 am (French Canuckistani time), presumably not sleeping yet, and is posting boomer memes.
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I pose the eternally rhetorical question that has been plaguing this thread since the beginning, "What the fuck does Chantal even do during the day that requires effort or planning?"

Pulling and crafting ethereally gorgeous men that you supposedly meet on dating apps from your imagination, whom are all Italian, with perfect physiques and seemingly ideal genitalia, is hard work!
She doesn't even do pre recorded videos these days. She probably thinks any type of work is "punishment" now. She literally just goes live when she has something to eat. The bed bound saga will soon be upon us if she keeps this up.
 
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