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

The love triangle question was answered -
in a stream close to the time she brought it up, but anyone would be forgiven for missing it as there is too much Chins to keep up with.

She said she had made plans to meet someone off Tinder for a date or a roll in the hay, but then she decided to go back to the Egyptian (this was after she called it off for whatever reason the first time).
She said she didn’t cancel plans with the Tinder person, so she was ‘sort of in a love triangle’. Nothing more was heard about it.

The more we see of this unfiltered Chantal, the more I’m starting believe she really did just start to move her shit into Big Man Bibi’s place, and he has had to spend the next six years working up the courage to ask her to leave.

Or perhaps he did ask her to leave over and over in subtle ways and she didn’t pick up on it until he finally had to spell it out.
Maybe bringing his sister in was even a way to try to hint to her his sister needed the spare bedroom (didn’t she always say in videos around that time the other bedroom was ‘her bedroom’ as in Chantal’s, as if she slept separately?)

Chantal wakes up each day now and makes a plan to worm her way over to Nader’s.
She brings stew, she brings leftovers, she brings ALL HER AVAILABLE DRUGS.
Last night she ran out of currency to crash at his and he isn’t as polite as Bibi at telling her no.

See Bibi? All you had to do was tell her you were hanging out with friends, turn your phone off & hit the deck and turn off the lights when the clown car pulls up outside an hour later. You could have saved yourself six year’s hard labour.
 
It's 6:30 am in Ottawa. The sun is rising, the little birds are chirping, the city is slowly waking up.

Excepting for one man.
This man will sleep till noon.

For the first time in three weeks, this man decided to go out with the boys instead of spending the evening with a certain poorly washed morbidly wheezing woman that he fucks on a floor mattress in exchange of a bit of meth. He doesn't love that woman. They're just casually fucking.

Or so he thinks.

Little does this man knows he should have been madly in love. Therefore he shouldn't have betrayed her. He shouldn't have ignored her. How could he have forgotten everything they went through over the last three weeks?

This man will wake up to fifteen missed phone calls and a long list of angry messages. I'm dumping you, tee-hee!

He will then ask himself : since when were they in a relationship, anyway? and shrug. Think to himself he shouldn't have put his dick in crazy.

He'll then get up and make coffee while browsing Tinder to fill his floor mattress with a new fat pig.

*************************************

Haven't he locked his door, he would have woken up to the sound of stomping footsteps coming in his direction, opening his eyes only to see a rotund leopard-printed woman coming at him like the giant boulder rolling towards Indiana Jones.

She would have been signing an old lost song from the 70's, with her best screeching voice.

I am a woman in love
And I do anything
To get you into my world
And hold you within
It's a right I defend
Over and over again


At that moment his life would have flashed in front of his eyes, a life filled with pyramids, falafels and bongs. But thankfully he locked his door.

His life is spared. For now.




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She is trying to get weed at the weederie before they close (in 45 minutes) and needs to use the phone's GPS to get there. At least, that is her claim. It must be the one weederie in Ontario that is open 'til midnight during the stay at home order, and letting people place orders so near to closing--
... or she went the OG route, called up a friend of a friend of a friend, and went over to the Tim Horton's parking lot for a double-double and a quarter-ounce of home-grown rolled up in a sandwich baggie. And usually a sample spliff to share and a friendly chat with the friend's friend's friend.

Such a time-honoured method, and (mostly) reliable.
 
It's 6:30 am in Ottawa. The sun is rising, the little birds are chirping, the city is slowly waking up.

Excepting for one man.
This man will sleep till noon.

For the first time in three weeks, this man decided to go out with the boys instead of spending the evening with a certain poorly washed morbidly wheezing woman that he fucks on a mattress floor in exchange of a bit of meth. He doesn't love that woman. They're just casually fucking.

Or so he thinks.

Little does this man knows he should have be madly in love. Therefore he shouldn't have betrayed her. He shouldn't have ignored her. How could he have forgotten everything they went through over the last three weeks?

This man will wake up to fifteen missed phone calls and a long list of angry messages. I'm dumping you, tee-hee!

He will then ask himself since when were they in a relationship anyway? and shrug. Think to himself he shouldn't have put his dick in crazy.

He'll then get up and make coffee while browsing Tinder to fill his floor mattress with a new fat pig.

*************************************

Haven't he locked his door, he would have woken up to the sound of stomping footsteps coming in his direction, opening his eyes only to see a rotund leopard-printed woman coming at him like the giant boulder rolling towards Indiana Jones.

She would have been signing an old lost song from the 70's, with her best screeching voice.

I am a woman in love
And I do anything
To get you into my world
And hold you within
It's a right I defend
Over and over again


At that moment his life would have flashed in front of his eyes, a life filled with pyramids, falafels and bongs. But thankfully he locked his door.

His life is spared. For now.
Imagine if she'd started in on Possession by her fellow Canuck Sarah Mclachlan:

Into this night I wander
It's morning that I dread
Another day of knowing of
The path I fear to tread
Oh, into the sea of waking dreams
I follow without pride
Nothing stands between us here
And I won't be denied

Sarah Mclachlan wrote that song about her, wait for it, stalker. Dude actually tried to sue her over it before committing suicide.
 
I agree on covid. And Nader is, at the very least, interacting with several people other than Chantal. And I’m going to wager a guess that they aren’t all the diligent people who are getting vaccinated and staying in safe bubbles.
This bitch has never given a fuck about covid, even when she thought bibi had it. Shit only got real for her when a worker at her local maccy d's caught it.
I am a woman in love
And I do anything
To get you into my world
And hold you within
It's a right I defend
Over and over again

Fuck. Another favourite song ruined. *sigh*
Same, fren 😢
 
Okay, so it's a great morning in the thread. Thank you so much, all you stalwart Kiwis who kept us up-to-date with a blow-by-blow of the night's insanity..

What I kept thinking--hoping--in the back of my mind, was that Egypt was sitting somewhere with his friends, and they were all gathered 'round watching this ridiculous spectacle of hers, roaring with laughter at each new development.

I really, really hope that he watches a bunch of her vids, or better yet, finds this thread and reads it. If he has any self-respect or common sense he would block her and move. A retraining order would be perfect.

I love it when she wears that filthy turtleneck pulled up over her chins. She looks like a total 'tard.
 
This has to be the greatest twist in the Chantal saga for a long time - the last few pages of this thread have had me with more tears in my eyes than poor Chinny.

All this could have been avoided if she'd stopped herself from building this into something it isn't. Cast your minds back to just three weeks ago when she kept reminding her audience about how it was just a no strings thing, she didn't want a boyfriend, she was loving the excitement of having a fuck buddy. Now she's (not) crying over the fact that he has a life and hasn't responded to her, spamming his phone, driving to his apartment to see where he is - this is not the behaviour of a fuck buddy.

I think he's the first man to show her any interest (I reckon the other Tinder guys are either made up, or fetishists) and she has run away with the idea that she may finally have found someone to put up with her shit. She can't stand the idea that he was using her, there was no love or affection there, and she's probably looking back on all the horrific behaviour/massive red flags she excused due to her rose coloured glasses and feeling ashamed and embarrassed.

She did this to herself. Although I've no idea what she was expecting from a meth/coke head who has a mattress on his floor solely for fucking slampigs from Tinder.
 
This is top level borderline personality disorder clinginess. Why would you care at all, 3 weeks in? She has managed to declare that the relationship is toxic, not because he's a massive druggy who gave her meth, but because he went out for a night with the lads. He will have told her he was going and she will have farted and hehe'd herself into another dimension until he said he wouldn't. Then as soon as her fat hole squeezed itself out the door sideways, he's turned off his phone and run like fuck.
Imagine trying to explain to the other people in your life that you can't meet them as planned because some horrifying behemoth will shit herself on the spot if you do, and that you met her 3 weeks ago and she won't leave your house.
 
Some comments from her latest lives before they get wiped.
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edit to add: this viewer hopes he’s just been in an accident.
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It's 6:30 am in Ottawa. The sun is rising, the little birds are chirping, the city is slowly waking up.

Excepting for one man.
This man will sleep till noon.

For the first time in three weeks, this man decided to go out with the boys instead of spending the evening with a certain poorly washed morbidly wheezing woman that he fucks on a mattress floor in exchange of a bit of meth. He doesn't love that woman. They're just casually fucking.

Or so he thinks.

Little does this man knows he should have be madly in love. Therefore he shouldn't have betrayed her. He shouldn't have ignored her. How could he have forgotten everything they went through over the last three weeks?

This man will wake up to fifteen missed phone calls and a long list of angry messages. I'm dumping you, tee-hee!

He will then ask himself since when were they in a relationship anyway? and shrug. Think to himself he shouldn't have put his dick in crazy.

He'll then get up and make coffee while browsing Tinder to fill his floor mattress with a new fat pig.

*************************************

Haven't he locked his door, he would have woken up to the sound of stomping footsteps coming in his direction, opening his eyes only to see a rotund leopard-printed woman coming at him like the giant boulder rolling towards Indiana Jones.

She would have been signing an old lost song from the 70's, with her best screeching voice.

I am a woman in love
And I do anything
To get you into my world
And hold you within
It's a right I defend
Over and over again


At that moment his life would have flashed in front of his eyes, a life filled with pyramids, falafels and bongs. But thankfully he locked his door.

His life is spared. For now.
Maybe “Wrecking Ball” would be the most appropriate signature tune for Chins . Same shape , same impact
 
No doubt she stalked Malan like this after the breakup. She just kept it on the down low and tried to position it as "we're still friends. "Bibi and I talk almost every day." "I need to go to Bibi's to get x, y, z that I left there." "Bibi is coming over to see the new apartment." "I asked Bibi if he wanted to be friends with benefits, but then we decided it wouldn't be a good idea." "Bibi is going to make dinner for me." That was before she was on livestream overload, so she probably edited out a lot of what was REALLY going on. Hopefully, even the ever-patient Beebs got fed up with the harassment, blocked her, and changed his locks.
I wasn't on the forum back when Bibi finally cast off his chains so the only footage I saw around that time was through Toad's videos, but did he ever once appear in Chantal's videos after the break-up? I know she talked about him non-stop and told all the stories you mention, but I'm pretty sure if any of that really happened Chantal would have 100% recorded/streamed it. Basically what I'm getting at is I don't think Chins has had any contact with Malan since he kicked her out, except for constantly pestering him with one-sided texting.

OT: Unless there's been a death in the family absolutely no one is gonna thank you for 15 missed calls. I know she's desperate and stupid (the most dangerous of combos) right now, but come the fuck on Chantal how dense can you be.
 
Everyone has been mentioning the red flags 🚩 since she met him, but what about the red flags she gives off? Sure he is a meth head with a floor mattress, but she is legit pyscho. I shouldn't be shocked at all the crazy stuff she did, but I still kinda am.

Acting this way after 3 whole weeks of "hookups." Hope running, or walking at a fast pace, is one of the exercises he likes to do because he should get away as fast as possible.
 
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I call it Operation Hobble Nader
Holy shit! She looks like Fat Amy!!
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edit to add: this viewer hopes he’s just been in an accident.
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This last one had to be a troll. A very skilled troll. (It just has to!!)


I don't have much hope for Ejup either. A junkie with all of his baggage and a willing floor pig with money to burn. Will that "allure" keep him from casting her out of Aladdin's palace? And we know she will gobble up whatever bullshit he spews because she is beyond desperate for attention, validation, dick, and at this point, possibly real drugs.

If she does go back, this scenario will play out many more times. We've all seen junkie partners battle it out before. Usually a big brouhaha over absolute shite and in the middle of the cereal aisle of Stop and Shop. They're always nightmares. The only good thing is Ejup doesn't take her anywhere. Their liasons are relegated to floor mattresses. The neighbors might get mighty sick of it though.

Either way, Chinny is going to have her emotions frayed more than they are now. Her drug use, weed or other, will continue to escalate. If this whole thing doesn't end in a visit to psyche emerge, I'll be surprised.
 
This is great, it's more than you could hope for. Pendulum swinging between rage and despair, and not only does she shoot herself in the foot by acting like a fucking psycho and calling him fifteen times, she takes a chainsaw to the mangled mess by breaking it off in a text. The moment Ejupt called on her she would be there and then... then he would know that he completely owns this stupid bitch and can do anything to her.
so i take it the fat sex escapade podcast is off the cards then :(
Maybe we'll get a relationship advice podcast instead.
 
Some comments from her latest lives before they get wiped.
edit to add: this viewer hopes he’s just been in an accident.
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This lady is telling Chantal she hopes Nader just had a car accident nbd, but I'm stuck on her own man's misdoings....he gets flat tires and pulled over often, like more than once or twice a year? He falls asleep in the car with his phone on silent? And her conclusion is that she worries for nothing. What a gullible bitch, unless she's 17 this level of naivety is scary.

Maam, your 'man' is either fucking someone else or doing drugs, maybe bolth. You are exactly the type of person Clotso should be taking love advice from. This is now my favorite comment anyone has ever left Chinny.

Crossing my fingers Cuntal decides this woman should be her new therapist.

Edit: nobody tell me its a troll. I am choosing to believe it was made in sincerity, leave me alone
 
This lady is telling Chantal she hopes Nader just had a car accident nbd, but I'm stuck on her own man's misdoings....he gets flat tires and pulled over often, like more than once or twice a year? He falls asleep in the car with his phone on silent? And her conclusion is that she worries for nothing. What a gullible bitch, unless she's 17 this level of naivety is scary.

Maam, your 'man' is either fucking someone else or doing drugs, maybe bolth. You are exactly the type of person Clotso should be taking love advice from. This is now my favorite comment anyone has ever left Chinny.

Crossing my fingers Cuntal decides this woman should be her new therapist.

Edit: nobody tell me its a troll. I am choosing to believe it was made in sincerity, leave me alone

I can’t remember what we call them but they are the type of women who, back in the day, went crazy over Mama Mia and go on holiday to places like Turkey or Egypt with their friends. Once there they drink and flirt and honestly believe the 20yr old waiter is in love with their saggy, middle aged arse. Often times they are divorced but some are still married and will divorce their spouse and alienate their children to pursue this last chance of happiness. They were a regular staple of the Sunday newspapers here and I’ve missed reading about their woe when it all goes tits up and they are left without a penny. During the pandemic Chantal has been out there living their dreams for them. She’s their muse, their lockdown inspiration, their ambition. Covid has a lot more than just death to answer for.

TL/DR: They are out there, they are real(ly stupid) and they are Chantal’s No. 1 fans.
 
Chantal's world begins and ends with herself.
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Reminds me of Big Al answering a question about Becky ending her stay in drug-induced zombieland: "She's done a 360!"

OK, then.
Everyone has been mentioning the red flags 🚩 since she met him, but what about the red flags she gives off? Sure he is a meth head with a floor mattress, but she is legit pyscho. I shouldn't be shocked at all the crazy stuff she did, but I still kinda am.

She is legit a Fatal Attraction crazyperson. And does no one google someone they're about to hook up with? WTF, Nader, you got yourself a bunny boiler because ten seconds on google is too much time for your dick to wait?

Either way, Chinny is going to have her emotions frayed more than they are now. Her drug use, weed or other, will continue to escalate. If this whole thing doesn't end in a visit to psyche emerge, I'll be surprised.

So...content for another week or so? Awesome!
 
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