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

One of these things is not like the other...
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The hugbox is no longer safe!
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My favorite quote from her latest stream, while she's trying to fold tiny Egyptian underwear:
"I don't mind doing things for people... Like... You know?"

Yeah, Chantal is probably the most altruistic person on the planet. Always concerned for the well-being of others, always so selfless and puts herself last. :feels:


Does she actually believe her own bullshit?
 
There's also a shit ton of videos on how to do it, especially since there's a bunch of people doing this Komnari folding shit. There are also plastic contraptions to utilize to fold clothes or make one from cardboard. But it doesn't get more basic than a sheet.

ETA: She also is saying she has to finish the laundry in the dryer - she's so damned stupid that she fails to realize if she put the load of wash in the dryer just before going live, then the sheets wold have been dried by the time she finished her stream.

AAND!!!! She's live. Again.

Spend Some Time With Me​

7 June 2021


ETA: Holy shit.. she didn't just do sheets, he's like "folding" hoodies, pants and shit. More like just wrapping the clothes into half and half again with no real skill or technique. As she keeps singing. Domestic Chantal is not realizing people can also identify him from his clothes now. Like sure, his name, then his address/location, then half his face, now his fucking clothes which is a wardrobe mostly of hoodies and sweatshirts.
Chantal: “I am keeping my relationship private from now on.”

Also Chantal: *literally, not figuratively, airs out Nader’s dirty laundry on stream*

I love new Domestic Goddess Chantal. Just like she eats sparingly in front of him and then gorges at BK on the way home, she’s putting on a domestic act for him. Doing his laundry will surely make him commit to you now, Chantal! Sure, he has never once taken you to his actual home, instead porking you on the communal slampig mattress at the traphouse and making you leave before dawn, but that’s just because he’s shy! And busy!

This Domestic Homemaker new phase is yet another bit of playacting of Chantal’s, a bipolar person’s well-documented careening from one identity to another. As soon as the novelty wears off and when it’s clear Nader isn’t leaping to put a ring on her, she’ll drop it. She’s high on the fantasy fumes of moving in with him, getting married and sticking it to all the haydurs who said she’d never get married...and transforming her Boney Beau into a productive member of society who will support and cuddle her and make her feel less alone and she can finally ditch Peetz, who is now a balding fat depressed husk she has drained all attention and support from.

Why are people saying this new story arc is boring?? Chantal is literally doing a crackhouse’s actual laundry, in an attempt to make a hideous crackhead want to marry her and move to the suburbs in wedded bliss and support her fat arse and be her new rock. This is hysterical.
 
I was having a difficult time finding a "mybodygallery" comparison for a male, however I have to agree that I highly doubt peetz is 208 at 5'8. If that scale isn't tampered with in some way then those two balding midgets just have very unfortunate fat distribution.
HELL NO!! Is Peetz 208lbs. The scale she uses has a "tare" feature on it...it's been messed with. I would believe he was that weight before Chantal became his roommate cause he's gotten bigger since she's moved in.
 
It's because they would have to get them custom made to fit their weird bodies. In American sizing, Chantal's cup size is probably about a D or DD, but the band would likely be in the 54-62 range (bands are measured in inches around the bust and back). There is almost no retail store - even fat gal stores - that carry that size. Even online it would be difficult and expensive. So instead they settle for whatever they can get their hands on. Which is usually a band that is way too small with cups that are too big to try and maneuver their fat into the cups and hook the bra closed, testing the tensile strength of the clasps and the fabric.
Torrid bras go up to a 70 inches below the bust against your ribs measurement, and even bigger across the bust . That is HUGE ok. So don t expect someone who cannot launder nor fold sheets or any item of clothing to even follow a video on Torrid site to get a bra that fits well. That is way too much effort for this lazy slovenly female creature.
 
The fucking audacity of Chantal... she does laundry for Egypt, has Peetz bring it in the car after taking out garbage because it's so heavy, and then has Peetz sit in the fucking days old Twisty Misty seat without a towel or properly cleaning it.

She was asking if she's too needy because she gets upset if he doesn't call or text everyday. Yes Chantal, you don't need to have someone contact you every fucking day, especially "not in a relationship" relationship. "Booo hoo he hasn't gotten back to me". Woman you have his clothes, which like the charger you're creating a need to go over there again. He told you that you don't have to do stuff for him and you do. When this eventually ends for realz, Chantal is going to "after everything I did for you!" bullshit. No one is asking you to do this. You do it for nothing in return, but you are. It will fail.
 
stream 1
GRWM June 7
"I just found my picture from my subreddit." Two days in the house are no bueno for her she says. Doing laundry. She has to take James out for groceries. It's hot outside. She doesn't want to drink Twisty Misties any more. All that talk in the chat about how it is 500 calories seems to have sunken in finally. She questions her weigh-in of yesterday and the pig-out afterwards. She wants to drop off... something.
She says it's not date-night.
She has to bring something over to Nader's house, she thinks, she doesn't know yet, she hasn't talked to him since yesterday. Now we know why she puts on lots of make-up. "We're not a couple." (...)
She says her nose is fucked. (Now she has a new pimple under her right nostril and she keeps picking and blowing.) She mentions doing Nader's laundry, including the bedsheets. So this was the "something". She folds his clothes. She doesn't know how to fold clothes. She wants to go for a walk. Allegedly she has to - call Grandma. Of course.
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stream 2
Spend Some Time With Me
(or: Watch Chantal get irrationally angry about not being Nader's main bitch, although she even did his laundry.)

Sitting in her kitchen she looks annoyed. Does her bloodsugar, it's 7.3. She waits for James to be ready. Nader hasn't answered for her to drop the laundry off. The plan is still groceries and pharmacy with James and later maybe dropping laundry off. She tries to contact Nader again. Tells over and over, that she'd do laundry for anybody. Sure. She's pissed. Folds some more laundry.
"I don't mind doing things for people, like, I really don't but, you know?" She is fixated on bringing the laundry over. (Tell me you're obsessive without telling me.) She doesn't know what to do, so she takes a nap. Live. It's awfully boring. (...) They have heat warnings, it's 39 degrees. (...) She puts on glitter. Wants to go to Starbucks. It's 1 hour in of her boringness.
In her car: He isn't answering her calls, so maybe he has a new girlfriend, she says.

In the drive-thru she pauses again, maybe a call back. Her Grandma? She's not happy right now and wants to complain. Chat talks about Nadia. She gets a call or text. The AC on full blast, she tries to keep her make-up intact. She still doesn't know and it annoys her he doesn't answer her calls or texts, she rants, she can't be with someone who does that, it makes her angry.
"Why can't I just find a man who appreciates me, why? I'm a good girlfriend! - I'm gonna have a breakdown! I'm a really good girlfriend! (...) So annoyed, fuck! I'm so stupid, when it comes to stuff like this. - I just want to... - I just think I've invested so much time already, I'm gonna have to do that with someone all over again?" (Chat tells her to bail.) Here we see her investment not paying off for what she really wants, as it's a boyfriend. But we knew that already. She doesn't calm down about how she's getting ignored, or if she is too needy, she's not used to that. She doesn't want 24/7 attention, just wants more. Her boyfriend, who isn't her boyfriend, doesn't call back. That's all. She gets gas. Then drives to get James. [Oh the drama.] She asks James to bring Nader's laundry downstairs for her. He does. She rolls her eyes at his arrival.

He's got a picture which he will maybe frame. (Is it of his gf? Was it of the Bethany he once mentioned he chatted with? I might have missed that part). Autisticly-flat talking James asks about "whatshisname" and Chantal unloads her annoyance. "I hate that shit, like, I hate that shit." They arrive, she logs off.
 
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it irritates me that she's (supposedly) losing weight and (supposedly) has a much lower blood glucose level. Bitch isn't even trying. I'm just hoping she really is ill or she's fucking lyinnnggg
Its def the last one. Her weighins are fake as fuck. The bitch is so delusional, that she thinks starfishing while her dealer is humping her folds burns calories.
 
Talking about her rules for hooking up with guys just for sex like she does it all the time. “I guess there was something I liked about him” yeah, he was the only one who didn’t ghost her when he saw what she actually looked like. Waiting for the 400lb bald ogre woman in Jamaica arc.
 
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