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

Who needs the girls’ holiday, when you can get scammed by foreign men at home for free?

I‘m loving this new season of The Chantal Show, what a wild direction after the diabetes saga.

Imagining her bouncing off the walls of the Luxury Villa over the next week, (until it all comes crashing down), gushing about her love life with absolutely no tact around the terminally depressed Peetz, just tops off the fun for me.

Considering she’s planning on having this man’s babies after a 15 minute grope, and without maybe even knowing his last name, it wouldn’t surprise me if she’s informed Peetz already that he will have to expect to live alone if things work out with her new guy.
 
She wants a "handsome, tall guy, in good shape, with lots of hair ( doesn't like bald guys) & green eyes." Is she really this deluded? Why would a fit man, in good shape, want to be with someone 300 pounds overweight? Forget how disgusting she is in every aspect. Why would someone who takes care of himself, want to be around someone who is actively destroying their body?

Also, "it would be nice if Peetz came for walks." She has never gone on a walk herself, how would he have joined her?
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While the perfect match would be this demigod. Woman tend to be a bit optimistic in the man they want to catch, Chantal like her weightloss journey is (no surprise) simply delusional.
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She’s managed to climb so high that it’s going to hurt pretty bad when she – inevitably – crashes down. And no amount of fat is going to soften the landing.

A couple of lives ago, in the pre-date but post-weekend-hotel-sex-planning era, she was babbling about possibly becoming a travel vlogger and going to Italy for a couple of months with her cats. She said Peetz could stay in the luxury apartment and wait for her return.

Leaving the feasibility of the plan aside, it perfectly illustrates what’s going on in that eggplant head of hers right now. She’s already moving in with the latest Bibi-replacement, but keeping Peetz and the apartment so that when the guy kicks her out she can get back to living with her ex with minimum fuss. She’ll never admit to any of that, of course, but that’s what’s on her mind – how to have the cake (Peetz and the Pizza Azylum) and eat it (the New Guy/any other New Guy).

This new season is very entertaining 🌈

(edit: typos, as usual)
 
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It’s hilarious that a woman who once claimed to have had an active sex life (including threesomes!) got all giddy from a short car date and a kiss. This is what kids in middle school do. Hell, these days even middle schoolers are probably fucking like rabbits already.

I totally believe it happened. I also believe that this was the first time in a very long time that she got any attention. Pretty much all of her previous stories are lies or gross exaggerations. She never had any proper sex life. She’s emotionally and sexually stunted, and it’s blatantly obvious from her reaction to a fucking *kiss*.

An Arab immigrant in his 30’s with a fat fetish makes perfect sense to me. Especially if she told him that she had some money saved up. A lot of immigrants are willing to settle for whatever they can get if it means having a financial safety net to exploit. It’s to early to tell whether he’s just looking for a cum dumpster and an outlet for his fat fetish or a naive middle aged white chick to exploit.

All in all, I’m pretty excited about this saga, the inevitable feeder wars between Arab Chad, Peetz, and KarateJoe, and our middle-aged cat lady embarrassing herself for some bottom-tier kebab dick. Finally! A gust of of fresh air! The Beetus saga was getting pretty stale.
 
He may be a jealous feeder, but he’s kinda right, though. Chantal’s the type of sheltered, desperate white woman you’d see on Kaotic getting raped and beheaded in some third world shithole where she went on a “spiritual journey” aka exotic cock.
Depends where her spiritual journey takes her; cows are sacred in some parts of the world.
Yeah, she's definitely not as fuck-ugly as the 350lbs of excess lard and fluid she carries on her frame would have you believe. However, Chantal's adult ODD, body dismorphia, and inability to stick to any manner of routine or diet means that she'll look like this (or worse) for the rest of her natural life.
We're also overlooking the fact that even if she'd never become the dainty 400lb braphog she is today she'd still have the issue of being an insufferable bitch.

Actually, given what a judgemental cow she is as a deathfat, it'd probably be even worse if she was a Skinny Legend. Just imagine how cruel and manipulative she'd be if she was thin and actually had some sexual currency to bargain with, instead of being nothing but fodder for catfishers, chubby chasers, and the broken mongoloid she keeps as a benson.
 
As others have mentioned here , the only way a man would get with her , is to obtain a Visa ( or whatever the equivalence is in Canada ) or get cheap sex for a Burger and Poutssssin ( prostitutes are very expensive , though more classy ) .I assume some men are that desperate ( yuck ) and so is Chantal ... If at all her story is real

If that Nicholas/Omar (NicOmar?) guy really has his permanent residency, he doesn't need Chantal (or anyone for that matter) to get a visa or a green card. He can stay in the country forever as long as he doesn't have a criminal record, he has access to free healthcare and welfare... basically he's a canadian who can't vote. And if he wants, he can apply for citizenship after a few years, without a sponsor.

My opinion, assuming this guy is totally real and isn't just a chubby chaser who was catfished with one of Chantal's ultra photoshopped picture thinking she's just plump, is that he's a feeder. I know it's very cliché but hear me out : in Canada, obese people do exist, but rarely to Chantal's extent. Fat women usually sit around 180-220lbs on average, and you may encounter a few ones around 250-300lbs during your lifetime, but they aren't everywhere.

So to come across a 450lbs (on a 5'1'' frame at that) woman is very, very uncommon.

Basically what I'm saying is a real feeder will have a hard time finding an ultra morbidly obese woman like Chantal in Canada. So if NicOmar is looking for one to live his fetish, he doesn't have much choices. And if he's really deviant, I assume the fact she's balding and full of c-diff isn't really an obstacle for him. The fact she's unable to properly wash and take care of herself is usually part of the fetish, so I'm not surprised he's not turned off by how filthy she is.

This said, there's a big chance we will never hear of him again, if only because he doesn't even exist. But if he sticks around, boy oh boy is my popcorn ready for this new chapter.

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I am also looking forward to this love, lust, and adventure phase for Chins. It’s like watching one of her “my French lover” stories unfold in real time, in all their full, humiliating glory. I don’t think she completely realizes the pathos those old lover stories embody. She probably thinks she comes across as a chubby Carrie Bradshaw when she describes how she hid in her French lover’s apartment and spied on him while he showered. And when she fucked that cute, Brad Renfro-lookalike homeless dude on a rock, she was just being adorably quirky and carefree.

That’s clearly how she looks back on these events, or how she tries the present them, anyway: the highlight reels from a confident young woman’s pursuit of love, lust, and adventure. A tiny part of her must know that she actually comes across as a broken weirdo with terrible boundaries, so desperate for male attention and validation that she doesn’t much care where it comes from. But any lingering shame is conveniently absolved when she transforms these cringe events into fun, humorous fodder for her audience. Even better if she can get some digs in on the guy’s funky-smelling bachelor apartment or weird-looking balls.

But now that it’s all unfolding live, she’s lost control over the narrative. That’s why she’s flipping back and forth between insisting she just wants some casual, no-strings fucking, then suddenly gushing about how she wants to have his babies. Her true desire is the same as it was when she was a stupid teenager: she wants to be validated, to be adored, to be told she’s beautiful, to be chosen — the same exact things she wants from her viewers, basically.

Quirky, whimsical Chins is a lot more twitchy, smelly, and bald than she was at 19. The pool of male attention has shrunk down to feeders, grifters, and fetishists. I think she’s absolutely ripe to be snapped up by an Arab who is looking for Ontario PR (permanent residency), and I’m getting wayyyy ahead of myself by hoping that in a year or two she’ll be squeezed into one of fat Amy’s condom hajibs.
 
This said, there's a big chance we will never hear of him again, if only because he doesn't even exist. But if he sticks around, boy oh boy is my popcorn ready for this new chapter.
I'm invoking every eldritch entity to let this become reality, but I don't think we are truly prepared for such an event though :story: .

If he's real, a feeder and by some miracle decides to stay with her, Chins will overtake big Al in no time and win the coveted 600lbs tiara, because a feeder has only one objective, to feed.

ETA: if Nicholas turns out to be real, I propose to the esteemed council of elder fags a temporary no doxing policy, so we don't scare him off. Let's nurture this saga.
 
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I think this could turn out to be a good thing for everybody except Karatejoe. If this new guy is a fat fetishist, he's really hit the jackpot to get to fondle those greasy skin folds in abandoned parking lots at any time. And Chantal will be swooning, meaning she's happy. And we'll get plenty of more, fresh content, which means that we can be happy.
Good times for everybody.
 
I think this could turn out to be a good thing for everybody except Karatejoe. If this new guy is a fat fetishist, he's really hit the jackpot to get to fondle those greasy skin folds in abandoned parking lots at any time. And Chantal will be swooning, meaning she's happy. And we'll get plenty of more, fresh content, which means that we can be happy.
Good times for everybody.
And if things fall apart....I think Chantal will be in a full on meltdown.
 
Holy fuck this has been a wild ride the last couple of weeks, I thought I was getting fatigue trying to keep up with Slobtober.

Current highlights of the season: Karatejoe meltdown, Public Shitting (poopoos in the kitchen honorable mention) & Edible Conissuer Chantal.

Miss opportunities & dropped plot lines: Peetz Trooning Out
 
The problem here is Chantal is desperate and delusional enough to lie about meeting a new man, but also stupid enough to kiss on the first date in the middle of a pandemic if dude is real.

In both case she looks like a complete moron.



Even on her best days, Chantal's isn't happy... just less miserable. Plus, anyone who's jealous of Chantal even in the slightest needs to reevaluate their life.

Just point and laughs, guys. Enjoy the shit show!


ETA : Thank you Allah, Krishna, Buddah, Yahveh, Zeus, Odin and all other gods I'm forgetting for making this hysterectomy a reality; Chantal would totally be the type of vile woman to get pregnant hoping to keep a man she just met.
I absolutely 100% doubt she will get the coof she's already dodged that bullet once my money is on an STD saga.
 
She's lying. When she retold when he asked if he could kiss her on the cheek she had to pause and said I've already told you guys this, eyes darting to the right....he was like...pause while she remembered what she said the first time she told it. Continued with, he was like, can I kiss you on the cheek? Like???
Also, she stated he texted her immediately after leaving their "date" and had already texted her a bunch more times since that one but she hadn't looked at any of them yet. Sure Jan.
 
Aside from the constant drumbeat of her deteriorating health, this is really the first major plot development in a narrative that has otherwise grown pretty stale. This opens up a wide range of possible subplots. Will Clotso fall victim to a predator? Will she get dumped like yesterday's garbage? Will Peetz be on the outs? Is this karatejoe's last rodeo? How will this affect her eating? Her dope consumption?

In some ways, it is a tough story arc to take. There was an awful lot of cringe in her streams yesterday, and full-of-herself Chantal is extremely hard to stomach. But the past year, even by typical Clotso standards, had become pretty mundane and dull, especially since she no longer launches psychotic diets, has boyfriend troubles at home, or goes anywhere. Now at least, things are in motion and unpredictable again.

I have a hard time swallowing that the world's most handsome and charming man has been swept off his feet by a beet-faced, stinking, festering, gunt-dangling ogre. There's gotta be an angle here, and Clotso is too dumb and socially awkward to notice most obvious red flags. And even if he is smitten at first whiff, the long haul is going to be quite a challenge when he discovers whom he is really with. And what about her health, anyway? She has dropped it as a topic completely, yet everything still remains completely unaddressed and exacerbated. So many shoes to drop!

This could blow up in her face a million ways to sundown. It can blow up in Peetz' face. It can blow up in joe's face. Never before have haydurs witnessed something this volatile.

I do think she has abso-fucking-lutely lost what remnants were left of her mind. Not that she has many choices, but the way she is selling herself as fat lady looking for tons of sex and nothing else is going to lead to all kinds of weird trouble for her. Her self-sabotage of her health continues unabated, and she may be headed for financial trouble on top. Weeeeeeee!! Finally, we might have some real stuff to discuss again. I gotta say, writing off ole Clotso is a fool's errand. She always manages to do something utterly wacked-out right when one is ready to give up hope...
 
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Depends where her spiritual journey takes her; cows are sacred in some parts of the world.

She doesn't even need to stuff herself into an entire row of airplane seats (both due to width and to equalize the weight on the other side) to be a Goddess. There's a Little India in the east end of Toronto. For a more car friendly area, there's lots of South Asian enclaves in the 905 suburbs of Toronto as well. Unfortunately for our small town gorl, Ottawa has no Indian area. Apparently they congregate in Chinatown, home to skinny shitlords but also buffets. If she's still alive and not bedbound by July 1st, maybe she could take Scootypooty on a date to Mandarin!

Oh shit, "My 600 lb 90 day Fiance: Canada edition"

TLC, please please please!!?

They'd need to do a collab with A&E for Intervention and Hoarders.
 
So much A-Logging ITT, it’d be hilarious if it weren’t so repetitious. She acted exactly how someone with her emotional and mental capacity would after just meeting a guy remotely interested in her (interested in her fat, that is). Lots of people meet in parking lots, especially during a pandemic. Lots of people date/bang fat uglies. Lots of white immigrants don’t speak english. All these “holes in her story” and “her flip flopping on what she says”, posts are full of seethe and/or just lack of real world life experience. There seem to be “holes” and “flip flopping” because that is Chantal’s personality, she never knows what she wants and she has too much brain damage from excess lard to carry a cohesive thought. There is no way she was just pretending to fall in love with a stranger that made out with her in her car for a few mins just to grope her belly- all of this is the exact type of “date” and “response” that would come from Chinny. If she were lying, it would’ve been much less underwhelming of a story and she’d be much less enthusiastic about it.

Some of you sound like you should be spending this time to find yourselves a date, instead of getting mati and proclaiming LAHS! for some copium just because some gross cow got her stomachs groped in a parking lot.

“There’s gotta be an angle here.” Yeah, we know the angle, he’s a feeder. He talked about touching her belly before the date, told her he has a fetish for fat chicks, and touched her stomachs throughout the car groping session. Why is this so hard to believe?
 
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