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

There are literally sex groups for BBW. Where guys pay for fat women like old men do sugar babies. Why is it so hard to comprehended? Id be surprised if she found someone who wasnt all about fat kinks.
One of the funniest airbnb disasters years ago was Turn Up Pt. 2: The [sic] Pantie Raid. Some guy airbnb’d his fancy home when he went on vacation, drove back to pick up something he forgot, and a Twitter-advertised BBW orgy was destroying the place.

Oh, and never forget the craigslist ad for Operation Heavenly Hogpile, posted here verbatim:

Calling all BBWs and SSBBWs! Help make a dream come true! This is America, god damn it, and I'm an American, and there is no reason in the world why my freakiest fantasy can't be fulfilled. I recently sold my pool table in my rec room to make space for Operation Heavenly Hogpile. I covered the floor with 6 layers of foam padding, and 1/4" rubber shower liner on top. I've got 3 cases of baby oil, half a dozen strap-ons and several days' worth of classic bluegrass music piped through a kick-ass sound system. I've even prearranged to have Dominoes deliver buffalo wings, pizza, and cheesy bread every hour all weekend. All I need is 8-12 big (BIG!) lovely ladies to join the fun. Get naked, get oiled up, consume what you want, wrestle around, make a great big tangle of jiggly womanhood. I want to roll around on a cellulite sea and stick it in every hole, crevice and fold you've got. Applicants must be prepared to remove every hair on their bodies, including head hair. Eyebrows are ok, but not a single follicle anywhere else.

If you're not heavy enough to get fucked in a fold of elbow fat, don't bother responding. If you're over 18, have a minimum BMI of 35, and are ready for the best fucking time of your life, send me a photo.

Google 'calculate BMI' to find out yours if you don't know it.

God bless.
 
So im watching this ancient ass live of Chantals, and she said something horrifying and crucial that I don't believe I've come across in this thread concerning the history of the original Kasey.

Chantal says Momma Sarault put the original Kasey down because she was doing things like chewing wires and leaving teeth marks in the butter (uuhhhh... dont set out the fucking butter???). Chantal says she never forgave her mom for that. Young chantal kept having nightmares about the cat, so her mom took her to the shelter where she adopted the identical BBJunes. In the middle of all of this, Chantal mentions a dildo party. Holy fuck that whole family is just fuqct trash omfg dude

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Nice find @behavioral swamp thang. Not only is this story absolutely horrifying (whether embellished or not) but the fact that she is recounting this tragic tale while giggling, shoving chicken in her gob and interrupting herself with the usual shrieks of "HIII MARISSA!!" makes it even more insane.

I would definitely recommend this video for anyone wanting to brush up on their Chantal lore, it has it all:
- Clotso describing her and Bibi's origin story in detail (spoiler alert: they met on POF, and though she was still with Peetz and just wanted sex, they instantly fell in love. Bonus- Bibi's skinny girlfriends were totes jealous)
- As she's wolfing down chicken, she feels the need to specify that she's not 100% vegan
- She tries to coax Bibi on camera to show him off, and he is having exactly none of it
- Her eyebrows and lipstick are... something to behold
-She shows off her personal Facebook page, filled with *all* of her many, many friends and the requisite pics of her as a young, pudgy siren.

I haven't made it through the entire stream, but this one is pure Classic Clotso.
 

In the ultimate anime betrayal storyline, Karatejoe gets so mad he actually calls the Ottawa Police Anonymous Covid Reporting Line on Chantals next meetup and grope session, for her own good, of course.
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While Peetz is moping despondently around the luxury villa, clutching his Mr Solid bunny for some comfort eating, contemplating how soon it'll be before his platonic life partner is going to be movin' on up and movin' on out; Chantal has organised her subscription to "Brides" magazine and is checking out possible Wedding Reception venues. Her Amazon cart is bursting with hair removal cream, industrial strength deodorant, top dollar hair fibre products, diarrhoea and flatulence prevention medications and halitosis cures; and Torrid's entire new season lingerie collection is on express delivery.

Notwithstanding the fact that "Nicholas" (he of the soft, gentle-touch hands, magical soft lips, witty repartee and electrifying chemistry) only met her for the first time in a darkened car park and reluctantly tore himself from her vice-like grip after a mere 15 minutes; Chantal has already planned picnics in the park and a romantic songs playlist.

Ignoring the possibility that her Tinder/POF profile clearly emphasized that she only wanted a "no strings attached" match-up for sex ONLY and that MAY have been what Nick was expecting as he wasted no time shoving his hand up her dress and fondling her fupa, Chantal has not only moved the goalposts, she's left the pitch - now it's romantic nights in, drinking grey goose and having deep and meaningful conversation, not exactly what he signed up for when he swiped right.

She made her move when she turned her cheek and attached herself to his mouth like a sink plunger, and grappled him like a deranged Klingon. This Bridezilla arc in the Foodie Beauty saga has all of the bunny-boiling Fatal Attraction probabilities you could wish for as she turns up at his flat on Friday squeezed into her sexy black lingerie, clutching the mixed tape and vodka in one hand and the proposed guest list and seating plan in the other, and he swiftly slams the door in her face.
 
While Peetz is moping despondently around the luxury villa, clutching his Mr Solid bunny for some comfort eating, contemplating how soon it'll be before his platonic life partner is going to be movin' on up and movin' on out; Chantal has organised her subscription to "Brides" magazine and is checking out possible Wedding Reception venues. Her Amazon cart is bursting with hair removal cream, industrial strength deodorant, top dollar hair fibre products, diarrhoea and flatulence prevention medications and halitosis cures; and Torrid's entire new season lingerie collection is on express delivery.

Notwithstanding the fact that "Nicholas" (he of the soft, gentle-touch hands, magical soft lips, witty repartee and electrifying chemistry) only met her for the first time in a darkened car park and reluctantly tore himself from her vice-like grip after a mere 15 minutes; Chantal has already planned picnics in the park and a romantic songs playlist.

Ignoring the possibility that her Tinder/POF profile clearly emphasized that she only wanted a "no strings attached" match-up for sex ONLY and that MAY have been what Nick was expecting as he wasted no time shoving his hand up her dress and fondling her fupa, Chantal has not only moved the goalposts, she's left the pitch - now it's romantic nights in, drinking grey goose and having deep and meaningful conversation, not exactly what he signed up for when he swiped right.

She made her move when she turned her cheek and attached herself to his mouth like a sink plunger, and grappled him like a deranged Klingon. This Bridezilla arc in the Foodie Beauty saga has all of the bunny-boiling Fatal Attraction probabilities you could wish for as she turns up at his flat on Friday squeezed into her sexy black lingerie, clutching the mixed tape and vodka in one hand and the proposed guest list and seating plan in the other, and he swiftly slams the door in her face.
This is pure gold and absolutely what would happen if Hot Nicholas actually told her where he lives.
 
WTF? Where did she take the cat to have it put down? I can't imagine any shelter or vet euthanizing a cat for eating butter that you left out on the counter. And if they'd just surrendered it to the shelter, it's really fucking strange that they went back to get a fresh victim a few weeks later and the staff just let them adopt one.

Chantal lies, of course, but this story is just plain fucking weird. I wonder if the cat was "put down" with a burlap sack and a nearby river. Or if it was just rehomed and Chantal can't help but exaggerate to shit on her mother in public.

This is what I keep saying about Chantal, and it's actually relevant to the recent bitchiness in this thread -- you can't tell what's true, only what's probable. The more elaborate the story, the less probable it is. Like, her having a cat is pretty probable. That cat being put down is slightly less probable, but sure. The cat being put down for behavioral issues is whatever -- it's sad, but it happens. The behavioral issues being eating butter left on the counter and a vet saying, "Oh yes, this otherwise healthy animal is beyond redemption, better put it down" is bizarre and unlikely. We'll probably never know the truth here, but I'm pressing a big ol'X to doubt.

At least with the dating thing truth will come out eventually, and it'll be super funny when it does.
In one of the recent lives (when one of her loyal followers brought up a pet dying; it comes up a surprising amount and she brings up BBJ's impending death constantly) Chins said she's anti-euthanasia and won't get her cats "put to sleep". She wants them to die naturally at home because euthanasia is "cruel" and cold, she just couldn't do that to her beloved furbabies!

I can't recall more than that but I did think the way she spoke about it was really off - I figured she was just being her usual ignorant and uniformed self but honestly having a past negative experience would explain a lot.

Hoping someone else knows what I'm on about because I will look for the clip if necessary, but we all know just how hard it is to find anything with her recent lives.
 
There are literally sex groups for BBW. Where guys pay for fat women like old men do sugar babies. Why is it so hard to comprehended? Id be surprised if she found someone who wasnt all about fat kinks.
You are correct. The fact that the latest guy wanted to repeatedly touch her belly says it all. But Chantal would never settle for merely being an object for fetishists. She expects hot men to want HER for HER. I am sure that's what scared her off of Only Fans. She alluded to "disgusting comments" (although I'm not sure those were the exact words). If she only got comments like "You're so beautiful," "You're so hot." "I want you so bad" she would have no problem. But they were probably along the lines of "I want to stick my d**k in your folds."

Chantal considers herself a dainty coquette.
 
I am just glad she's done something besides stuffing herself on livestream. I could be completely wrong in all my observations. 🤷🏼

Chins said she's anti-euthanasia and won't get her cats "put to sleep". She wants them to die naturally at home because euthanasia is "cruel" and cold, she just couldn't do that to her beloved furbabies!

The teatment of the cats makes me MOTI. I hope BBJ goes quickly. I don't want to think about them spending their last days in pain with Chantal making loud noises in their ears.
 
In one of the recent lives (when one of her loyal followers brought up a pet dying; it comes up a surprising amount and she brings up BBJ's impending death constantly) Chins said she's anti-euthanasia and won't get her cats "put to sleep". She wants them to die naturally at home because euthanasia is "cruel" and cold, she just couldn't do that to her beloved furbabies!

I can't recall more than that but I did think the way she spoke about it was really off - I figured she was just being her usual ignorant and uniformed self but honestly having a past negative experience would explain a lot.

Hoping someone else knows what I'm on about because I will look for the clip if necessary, but we all know just how hard it is to find anything with her recent lives.
I haven't seen this first hand, but it would dovetail with her apparent belief that she will one day just drop dead of fat-related illness and she can just enjoy herself until then. (Her whole "I'd rather die at 40 than live to 80 eating kale" dysfunctional thinking.) She doesn't seem to comprehend that an obesity-related death means years upon years of bedbound suffering, with organs and body parts failing and falling apart.

An elderly cat does not drop dead or pass peacefully in its sleep-- if it does rarely pass peacefully in its sleep, it's usually after a long stretch of failing health. A cat does not express the pain it might be in. Eating, cleaning themselves, and the daily rigors of life become more and more difficult. Often they stop eating-- but a living creature does not starve to death overnight. It takes ages. They can get all sorts of sores and lumps and other painful things that just happen when you're a super elderly living thing.

It is heartbreaking to watch a creature you love go through that. If Chantal's previous experience with pet death is her mom putting down a cat behind her back, then she has NO idea what she's in for, the actual stress of that decision is going to knock her on her ass. Of course she's selfish enough to just wave it off. Imagine how long it would take a cat to die in that house and how awful those last few days would be.

I do think there are some legitimate religious/ethical reasons to withhold pet euthanasia, so I'm not here to litigate whether it's the only way to go. I just think it's telling of Chantal's actual grasp of what mortality is like.

It's interesting especially in light of her grandmother's declining health. Isn't Nana in a hospice now, or is just a long term care home? (Not that Chantal would totally grasp the difference.)
 
Is this a part of the cycle? The part where she’s so happy she doesn’t care what people says and flaunts her body every chance she gets?

I didn’t even consider that. I was just thinking about that $400 she wasted on removing box mountain.

Apparently, she could have just gotten her fupa groped by a Tinder user, eaten some edibles and her fat ass could have done fat girl pirouettes around those boxes to move them to the dumpster herself.

Wasteful twat.
 

not to quiet. She’s live-streaming. And she’s hyped up on that good lovin. Lol.
Cheers for heads up. I'm cringe watching - I feel like I'm watching a crude fat and delusional 12 year old girl. She is lamenting that it's rude that men are only asking for sex on Tinder, even though that's what she very clearly said she only wanted. She says she feels 'used'.
She thinks she's so stunning and alluring, it's nearly desk head pounding bad. She says it's hard to be negative, because she has so many friends, so, so many friends - exact words.

**edit to add** "I'm sorry. I just fall hard when I see what I want, you know what I mean? When you see what you want?".
Translation "A person of the opposite sex didn't run away immediately in horror upon laying eyes upon me - that means he's my one true love and we will be together forever"
 
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