So I randomly went to 42:00ish mark in this video and she fucking wipes her mukbang piggy fingers on her brand new shirt. Keepin' it classy, as always!
ETA: Doesn't she have a 6:00 PM ET virtual appointment with her doctor?!
Stoned and thinking about Annie / Chantal's mods: That'd be my first inclination, personally. Grab that 'rag on a stick' contraption she likely uses to wipe herself and give her a little poke in the soft squishy.
Lewis is the one that confuses the hell out of me. Unless he's stuck at home on an electronic tether. He's in his early 20s and is a pretty good-looking guy. It's a hazy mystery.
Did anyone manage to grab a copy of this live before she deleted it just now? I just saw someone uploaded a snippet of it to YouTube where she said Dom texted her to come over.
Did anyone manage to grab a copy of this live before she deleted it just now? I just saw someone uploaded a snippet of it to YouTube where she said Dom texted her to come over.
Probably deleted it because she mentions DOM texting her and asking her to come over when he gets off work at 4. More than likely Chunky texted him with a snap of her horrible not sexy lingerie saying she wants to wear it for him.
Honestly Annie, we have the collective attention span of one singular brain cell bouncing around a padded cell like a windows 95 screen saver. We dont actually care about your "doxx" (one x, boomer). 98% of us probably forgot about it 20 mins after it was posted but thanks for the reminder ma'am.
Did anyone manage to grab a copy of this live before she deleted it just now? I just saw someone uploaded a snippet of it to YouTube where she said Dom texted her to come over.
At one point, I had a glimmer of hope that Chantal had a smidgen of common sense (it was early days) but she is truly unbelievably stupid, especially if she goes back to her drug-dealing boy toy. Sometimes I sit here, reading and watching snippets of her videos just shaking my head at her moronic life-choices. She’s disgusting, narcissistic and vile and yet I can’t look away. Not sure I like what that says about me…
When Chantal was over at Ramses’ Palace, she probably, at some point, tried to clumsily mount him, huffing and wheezing as she dragged her ponderous bulk up with straining arms, mouth agape to suck in precious oxygen.
She struggled on top of him and into some kind of position, panting with exertion. Ramses looked up at her face and in that exact moment, the drugs kicked in.
This is what he saw. This is why he can never let her return.
Deathfats are just perma-stunted adults. She should've gone through this sort of reckless phase as a teen (ideally you don't take a cocktail of drugs with some shady motherfucker), but she's old enough to have had a couple of kids by now. I want to feel bad, but I think she's enjoying this incredibly manufactured, juvenile "lifestyle" if you can even call it that.
Her kind are a dime a dozen on My 600 LB Life. They're kids who went to food instead of growing up, like a lot of addicts do.
- She shan't be walking tomorrow, as she has a very busy day planned that consists of: rolling out of bed at 5:30 pm to speak with her Dr. on the phone, and thinking about cleaning her house. Obviously, Operation Glow-up will have to wait yet another day.
What is it with these fatbodies and being nocturnal? Is it just because it's cooler at night? Fewer people to see them lumbering in public (which would only be a thing if they went any goddamned where)? I understand they have nothing at all to do every day but sit around and eat, but damn.
Chantal and ALR both have the mentality of gigantic toddlers; they only know how to satisfy their id because no one has ever put the foot down, forced them to take responsibility and grow the fuck up. I still get MATI when I remember that Chantal livestream where she talks about being 'just not in the right headspace to get a job, right now'.
They both strike me as being the sort of person who both hates and is terrified of being alone. I get it, humans are social creatures, but there's a certain type of person whose neediness index is sky high and they're just desperate to ensure they have one (or more) people around them. It's like some weird kind of social insurance to present a façade of a real relationship (platonic or otherwise) to the world.
When Chantal was over at Ramses’ Palace, she probably, at some point, tried to clumsily mount him, huffing and wheezing as she dragged her ponderous bulk up with straining arms, mouth agape to suck in precious oxygen.
She struggled on top of him and into some kind of position, panting with exertion. Ramses looked up at her face and in that exact moment, the drugs kicked in.
This is what he saw. This is why he can never let her return.
Of course, sex kween is a svelte panther to match her torrid haul prints. I'm sure Chinny remembers it fondly like her jazzercizing bouncing on that ball, but the most rainbows I can see of that is that of a snail mounting a pebble, encasing it in its expanding goo folds
I've been watching some of the older videos Chantal recently un-privated. Found a few mildly noteworthy ones which are gentle fun compared to recent events.
In VLOGMAS DAY 1! COOKIES, CHOCOLATE AND WHATEVER LOL from Dec.1, 2017, she shows a package of cookie-flavored candy canes missing 5 and claims to have eaten only one (and says she didn't like it), bitches about a package of cookies not being easy-open, eats yogurt out of the container with a knife (and visibly hates it), describes the smell of her BO, calls out Kiwi Farms, gnaws into a chocolate bar to "show us what's inside it," and at about 13:45 gives us a very early use of "beeze," softened by footage of very cute adolescent Sam.
Also, I've seen lots of interesting side-by-side comparisons of Chantal now vs. years ago. I'm not sure I'd seen this video referenced (it might have stayed hidden for a while). In WEIGH-IN DAY|IT'S NOT GOOD from May 20, 2018, she does one of her more believable weigh-ins. She still could have fucked with the scale, but at least she's not leaning against a wall, and she acts a bit ashamed of the number (which she does actually show), so I believe it.
She weighs in at 377, and though she never turns to give us the beachball profile, she definitely looks smaller here than she does now. Check out the flexibility as she leans over to see the number on the scale (!!) at 0:45. Is she still limited and constricted by her mass? Yeah. But it's a move she couldn't hope to pull off these days, even though she claims to weigh less, at last count.
She did give a side view at 0:24 if anyone wants to bother comparing. She does look much smaller and her arms hang in a much different way, you can see a semblance of a waist indent even.
"I don't want to live my life like a normal person."
If her chat wasn't a hug box or if she had a circle of real life friends - such a statement could prove an excellent jumping off point for a REAL conversation about life, living & what it means to different people. Okay, typically we have these conversations as very young adults or older teens but it's an interesting topic.
Chantal puts it out as a smug pronouncement. By stating she doesn't want a normal life, she puts herself above it all; in her mind... above us all. She means the rules of normal life, the grease that lubricates typical social interactions simply don't apply to her.
Questions she could & should rightly be asked to expound on that lofty statement:
How DO you want to live; what do you want to do differently?
Do you expect the same measures of success?
How do you expect your circles to adapt to YOUR chosen modality of life and are you willing to make certain adaptations to prevent conflict & tension?
God, brings back good & bad memories of first year philosophy classes when we took ourselves oh so seriously when pondering such weighty things!
Chantal has not been living anything close to a normal life for... forever? As a result - no job, no interests, no meaningful avocation, no hobbies, no children, no cherished material possessions, no memories save for bitter, sour ones... No health, no prospects, no significant other.
I wonder if she'll ever become aware that the rebel without a cause persona can make for decent novels & movies but only very rarely plays out successfully in real life & when it does, the personal breaking barriers is generally quite exceptional in a good way.
Doubtful. If she's aware of anything in the moments before her death, she'll show it with that rat faced, squinty eyed, quizzical look she often sports & the Grim Reaper will shrug - this one wasn't even worth the effort of sharpening his scythe.
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