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

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"The Gleaners". Or, in Chantal's case, "The Gunter".
 
That would be a deranged fatty version of Thelma and Louise. I love it. Would def watch
Those two cows could just vlog their "travel slog" as "The Last Euro-Rodeo of Thel-Moo and Moo-eese," with the final scene being them hysterically driving their "handicapped scooties" over the White Cliffs of Dover in Minecraft.

  • Ninja'd by Kitty kitty cat and Contrary...because it looks like this shite scenario of Chantal + Marissa does just write itself.

Definitely spent time with Egypt, "white" dress heart necklace, and Burger King. She definitely wants us to know, without actually coming out and saying it, that she has a "man".
That cheap Torrid "heart necklace" (not even a real locket, and buried like a choker in the folds of Chin's chins) is always a "tell."
 
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Why is she wearing glasses? is she trying to cover up the coked-up eyes everybody seems to be noticing now? Not trying to show she spend the night with the crackhead?
because if she took them off— like two black holes consuming everything around them, her saucer-like pupils would get so big they would consume her entire, goofy-ass, fat face.
 
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I initially loathed the livestream era, and my bitching about it is all over this thread. But now? I see it for what it is: Chantal getting exactly the life and fate she deserves, and which was perhaps always headed her way. We thought she'd just topple over on her gargoyle perch one day while giving some Popeye's a lustful, almost obscene going-over, and simply drop dead. But that would have been too prosaic, too easy. Too predictable.

Instead, we get to watch a wasteful, slothful, howlingly gluttonous and greedy quasi-human methodically and happily shovelling her own grave for all of us to see in real time. That annoying, though endearing, cackling mukbanger? She is gone for good, and has been replaced with an egotistical, drug-abusing, sugar-mainlining, family-alienating, common-sense-eschewing monster whose life is basically toast. Doesn't matter what happens from here on in; she is irreversibly, irrevocably FUCKED.

Bitter because she makes bank for being a ghoul while you and all of us struggle to get by? Look at how she wastes her money. You would have plans, goals, debts paid off, adventures scheduled, overall quality of life improved. Chantal? She buys back-to-back Burger King meals, lives in a dumpster, purchases street drugs, can never travel, owns nothing, drives a shitmobile, can't wear proper clothes, has zero sense of style or taste, sleeps and farts and belches and eats and drugs the remainder of her young life away. She wastes her money on consumption and self-gratification, all amounting to the wheezing, snorting, death's -door freak that she is, deluded into believing she is Someone Important.

She is a laughingstock forever, which will continue after her death, and is "famous" on the internet for reasons that would make anyone else demand entry into the witness protection program.

She has no friends, no life partner, no family, nobody who cares at all about her. The one person we could arguably say is loyal to / supportive of Chantal (the greasy, sketchy My Little Pony pervert) would never have her back if things got really rough: Can't drive her to hospital, has no money or contacts, wouldn't notice anything was wrong until he found her in her own bathroom, purple and mottled and covered in vomit and very much dead. Weeks after the fact. And he would still shrug and go back to jacking it to pre-teen anime.

Chantal is getting a slow, torturous, methodical comeuppance. We all want to see it happen right now, but this is the beastly, drawn-out way she is gonna go, and then we all go laff at another cow (though there is only one Chantal). I now very much enjoy these livestreams, and what's more, the flawless commentary in BP chat as they unfold.

Excellent legacy, Chantal. Most excellent, you beezer.
 
I initially loathed the livestream era, and my bitching about it is all over this thread. But now? I see it for what it is: Chantal getting exactly the life and fate she deserves, and which was perhaps always headed her way. We thought she'd just topple over on her gargoyle perch one day while giving some Popeye's a lustful, almost obscene going-over, and simply drop dead. But that would have been too prosaic, too easy. Too predictable.

Instead, we get to watch a wasteful, slothful, howlingly gluttonous and greedy quasi-human methodically and happily shovelling her own grave for all of us to see in real time. That annoying, though endearing, cackling mukbanger? She is gone for good, and has been replaced with an egotistical, drug-abusing, sugar-mainlining, family-alienating, common-sense-eschewing monster whose life is basically toast. Doesn't matter what happens from here on in; she is irreversibly, irrevocably FUCKED.

Bitter because she makes bank for being a ghoul while you and all of us struggle to get by? Look at how she wastes her money. You would have plans, goals, debts paid off, adventures scheduled, overall quality of life improved. Chantal? She buys back-to-back Burger King meals, lives in a dumpster, purchases street drugs, can never travel, owns nothing, drives a shitmobile, can't wear proper clothes, has zero sense of style or taste, sleeps and farts and belches and eats and drugs the remainder of her young life away. She wastes her money on consumption and self-gratification, all amounting to the wheezing, snorting, death's -door freak that she is, deluded into believing she is Someone Important.

She is a laughingstock forever, which will continue after her death, and is "famous" on the internet for reasons that would make anyone else demand entry into the witness protection program.

She has no friends, no life partner, no family, nobody who cares at all about her. The one person we could arguably say is loyal to / supportive of Chantal (the greasy, sketchy My Little Pony pervert) would never have her back if things got really rough: Can't drive her to hospital, has no money or contacts, wouldn't notice anything was wrong until he found her in her own bathroom, purple and mottled and covered in vomit and very much dead. Weeks after the fact. And he would still shrug and go back to jacking it to pre-teen anime.

Chantal is getting a slow, torturous, methodical comeuppance. We all want to see it happen right now, but this is the beastly, drawn-out way she is gonna go, and then we all go laff at another cow (though there is only one Chantal). I now very much enjoy these livestreams, and what's more, the flawless commentary in BP chat as they unfold.

Excellent legacy, Chantal. Most excellent, you beezer.

"Quality Content":

She says she wants a "lolcow" shirt because it's never been done before and she's a trendsetter.
What is she on now? Stranger and stranger yet so arrogant. Unbelievable, a member just gave her 25 bucks. MADNESS.
 
"Quality Content":
In this gender-swapping stream, we are gifted with Pee's voice pitched at its highest contralto timbre yet, warbling on about his envisioned truefanfic version of the "Marvel Troonaverse"...while Chins is high off her tits on Molly (or something moar than edibles) giggling and gushing incoherently about her "sideburns".

Nader should make a house-call with his trusty-rusty razor...they could both use with a good shave...and shear that damn llama, too.

HI MARISSA!!! I wonder how Marissa's husband feels about her being up at 2am watching a morbidly obese, drug-addled troll eat pickled beets right out of the jar?

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The natural progression would be for Marissa's hubs to walk in on her manically modding at 4:30 in the a.m., horrified to find his wife still crouched over her phone while she's scarfing back a platter of cheezy, creamy mac 'n' lobster.
 
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I don't know how people can clip this shit, both her and Peetz barely move to the point where I could just splice to my heart's content and you'd probably never spot it.

The way they sit there unmoving, it's like watching baby owls waiting to be fed partially digested rodents.





 
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