Phyl-osopher Sarault: Facebook "Deep Thoughts Edition"
This looks a
whole lot less like someone's niece's shroom-imagined, all-expense-paid invitation to Jamaica for an exciting new saga called: "How Gunty Got Her Groove (Exotic Guys, and Ganja) Back"...
...but in reality, looks a
whole lot more like a one-way ticket to "YerOnYerOwnistan"...where Chins is being cordially invited to struggle out of her self-spun 'coke-coon,' force some blood into her diabetic cankles by getting back on her Rivaroxaban, and straighten-up and fly-right (this time) on her damn own.
Mayhaps the whole family is too through with Chins "addict arc" and around-the-clock "teehee, just beezing" bull poo-poos on the YouTubes.
They may all finally be at the point where they mean srs bsns + tuff love regarding Chin-Chubby-Use(less.)
That post comes off a little passive-aggressive, but it does come for Chantal about broadcasting her clownish coke-phetamine, enhanced edibles, and shroom cow-sumption, while she's whining for someone (above and beyond her YT sycophants) to support her stupid/crazy "La Vida Coca" with money, attention, and even a damn Caribbean vacation thrown in.
(Chins' probably thinking: "Maybe first move in a few Lush bath bombs, then a small appliance or two, give my llama one of the beds, and - voila! - a second only island home, YannoWhutIMean? Like, if I can just get into Auntie's house....")
Instead, Auntie seems to be putting Gunty in her place (and putting it on FB blast for the entire family, and the world, to see) by telling her "No!" and that it's half-past time to grow the fuck up. (Seems like Phyl's got enough problems at the moment, without hosting a 350 elbees inoperable cyst.)
It's rather telling that the fam leading the charge in saying "no mas" to Chantal because she's gone so "shamefully™" and publically dope-messy,
is the fam who lives in Ganjaland, grows her own, and works at a weed dispensary.
The Sarault Family may have arrived at the place where they finally have no more fux, asspats, or tomorrows to give.
It's that...or they're all in cahoots in this chicanery, have decided that the only avenue left is to cash in on their cow, and what we're seeing here is an audition for a prime-time slot on TLC (sponsored by THC.)
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