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

So Chantal has now reinflated her flappy rolls, has gotten addicted to a cocktail of drugs, is in SO much love with her dealer that barely speaks English, gets slapped around by said dreamboat, and now may have her feet rotting off of her body?
I don't think I've ever seen anyone go downhill so fast, but I guess it's easier for her since she can just roll
 
She muses, at one point, about how she doesn't have any real-world friends.

And this is where her insanity is manifest. She cannot understand why Shannon's reaction is one of frustration that only someone who cares about her could have, so she attacks Shannon for asking her about what she herself told her. Then she haughtily explains why she is morally superior to Shannon. She says "it's like I told you I was raped, and you come on here and ask about my being raped" O rly? Is that what it is like? Being raped?

Every time I think she has fully revealed the absolute depths of her moral bankruptcy, lack of self-awareness, and selfish need for attention, she manages to undercut it by several degrees, showing herself to even be worse than the most nightmarish "friend" anyone could ever have. No matter how she presents herself on camera, she is even worse in real life.

Shannon was no angel. Anyone who thinks holding on to Fatso's shit-encrusted coattails for 'clout' is a good idea is a raging moron at best. Hello, Shannon? Have you not noticed that your friend is the biggest laughingstock and freakshow in existence right now, and anyone who associates with her are treated with extreme suspicion that there's something wrong with them too?

But beggars cannot be choosers, and no matter what a loser Shannon is, Chantal was lucky to even have a real-life friend, one who seemingly cares enough to want to end what she clearly sees as abuse directed at her friend. So, she really couldn't afford to lose her, but of course this had to happen. We all knew Shannon wasn't long for the Beezers; it was only a matter of time before the chimpout and scorched-earth torching of their friendship. And here it was.

Bravo, Clotso! You blocked everyone online, and now you've blocked everyone in real life, including your family and your last friend. You still haven't completed the job with Peetz, but you're getting there. Then it will be you and Nader, alone, against the world. And guess where you stand when Nader is gone?

She's burning every bridge behind her as she tumbles toward the cliff.
 
I'm currently at the part in Clean Stream where Chantal declares she's done talking about Shannon forever. Like, done, done. For real. DONE. But, like, Shannon has dated way bigger losers, and Chantal never judged her for it. But no more talking about her. Also, Shannon has the worst temper and is just the worst friend ever. Total betrayal. But she's done addressing the situation now. Stop bringing Shannon up in the chat because she's done talking about her. Shannon totally fights dirty though like, ugh.

It's great. And she's still talking about her, like 30 min later.
 
I never thought I'd be lucky enough to see this dumpster fire actually try to evince her "men want me" narrative in real time. In one year she's gone from coy little fibs about cashiers flirting with her to livestreaming from a trap house trying to flaunt her ability to get pumped and dumped by a meth-addicted Arab with a face like an old crow's arse. Chantal is in her Mia Wallace fantasy, copping off with a Bad Boy™ and smoking ostentatiously on camera to impress her imaginary audience of middle school girls who wouldn't let her sit with them because they knew fat nasty trash when they saw it. She thinks it's a flex that she can get pumped by an extremely ugly meth addict who wouldn't touch her if she didn't pay him drug money; she thinks that someone, somewhere, envies her for essentially purchasing sex from the ugliest, grossest gigolo in history. When she was streaming from Maison Meth, you can bet she was imagining a gallery of the "bitches" of her past acquaintance seething with envy and saying aloud "
wow
, I was wrong about her!"



Ahem. As regards Peetz, I don't care if he lives or dies, but as an adjunction I would point out that we are powerless either to encourage or discourage his suicide, and when I have no agency, I have no feelings. The best I can muster is academic curiosity about how Chinny will react to it.



One last thing, about Chinny being scared of Nader: her default feeling regarding men is terror. Any adult male who treats her without pure, simpering adulation (i.e. unlike Peetz does) makes her shart herself. Go watch her grocery videos and watch her stop talking mid-sentence and hurple away because she sees some random man trying to pick up a fucking canteloupe. Go watch her car mukbangs where she falls deathly silent and watches in terror because a guy is walking past the car. The fact that Nader is legitimately dangerous human garbage probably has little bearing on her; if any real man raised his voice at her, I seriously she would literally shit her pants and start sobbing "daddy, why!?".
 
I hate this game Chantal plays of “everyone else has done worse, so you can’t say anything”. So Shannon has been with “way worse” guys than Nader? And?! That’s not the conversation. Also, why oh why oh why did she bring the word rape into the chat?!! Nobody mentioned that word but Chantal (several times). Trying to tell us something, Chins?
 
She muses, at one point, about how she doesn't have any real-world friends.

And this is where her insanity is manifest. She cannot understand why Shannon's reaction is one of frustration that only someone who cares about her could have, so she attacks Shannon for asking her about what she herself told her. Then she haughtily explains why she is morally superior to Shannon. She says "it's like I told you I was raped, and you come on here and ask about my being raped" O rly? Is that what it is like? Being raped?

Every time I think she has fully revealed the absolute depths of her moral bankruptcy, lack of self-awareness, and selfish need for attention, she manages to undercut it by several degrees, showing herself to even be worse than the most nightmarish "friend" anyone could ever have. No matter how she presents herself on camera, she is even worse in real life.

Shannon was no angel. Anyone who thinks holding on to Fatso's shit-encrusted coattails for 'clout' is a good idea is a raging moron at best. Hello, Shannon? Have you not noticed that your friend is the biggest laughingstock and freakshow in existence right now, and anyone who associates with her are treated with extreme suspicion that there's something wrong with them too?

But beggars cannot be choosers, and no matter what a loser Shannon is, Chantal was lucky to even have a real-life friend, one who seemingly cares enough to want to end what she clearly sees as abuse directed at her friend. So, she really couldn't afford to lose her, but of course this had to happen. We all knew Shannon wasn't long for the Beezers; it was only a matter of time before the chimpout and scorched-earth torching of their friendship. And here it was.

Bravo, Clotso! You blocked everyone online, and now you've blocked everyone in real life, including your family and your last friend. You still haven't completed the job with Peetz, but you're getting there. Then it will be you and Nader, alone, against the world. And guess where you stand when Nader is gone?

She's burning every bridge behind her as she tumbles toward the cliff.
Yeah its like that movie true romance except with more fat, druguse and retardation. Love it. 10 out of 10, would reccomend
 
In the last 24hrs Clotso confirmed:
Ejupt Gollum beats the shit out of her GUNT.
Ejupt Gollum has no job or money.
She pays for everything.
He calls her a "Buffalo", because is cute.
She said "I know everyone around me is disappointed with my choices", er... not us, we're actually loving it.
Everytime Ejupt punch and buttfuck the GUNT :gunt: , an angel get their wings.
 
Who exactly would Shannon have had to date that could be worse than Nader: A most likely unemployed, misogynistic, scrawny, lying, horse-teethed, meth using abusive mother fucker who lives in a condemned crack house in a bad part of town? Pol Pot? Idi Amin? An ISIS terrorist? Shannon is no saint, clearly, but she'd have to be scraping under the barrel to find someone worse than this guy. For fucks Chantal, pull the other one.
 
I hope Shannon drops the DMs. Chantal has already convinced her members that everything is fine, that Shannon was in the wrong, and that Chantal needs to make her own decisions. Chantal will just block and delete any mention of the abuse until it's no longer a topic of conversation. Her first move was to immediately call Shannon a liar and pretend there wasn't any abuse. The screenshots would prove that Nader truly is an abusive POS.

If history tells us anything, it's that Chantal most likely exaggerated any physical violence. The last abuse confession was that he dehumanized her and degraded her, and it turned out that all he actually did was ignore her obvious ploys for attention and then whip his dick out after pretending he wanted to cuddle.

Did he anally rape her and actually hit her? Or did he not give in immediately to Chantal's manipulation, aka "abuse"? Only Shannon knows. (And apparently Marisa and Danielle, the low-life pieces of shit.)
 
Holy fucking shit, what a dirty ass pig:

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What-in-the-freakin'-name-of-cookware-abuse is this?

...and to think this really decent Le Creuset knock-off ceramic dutch oven is probably the only classy piece of cookware she owns. If this mess hasn't already eaten through the ceramic coating, we can sure bet that her ham-fisted attempts to scour off this moldy, cooked-on crud will positively permanently mar the finish.

There should be a restraining order banning Chins from coming within 100 ft. of any nice things.

Everything about her screeches: "Waste, Ruin, and Desolation - Thy name is Chantal."

ED: A Le Creuset dutch oven costs about $300-400 USD. Even a good knock-off like this will be priced well over $100, which explains why she hasn't just thrown it out.
But nothing explains why she didn't take better care and, as usual, fucked things up with her Gawd-awful attempt at a "Cook With Me!" in the first place.
Whatta maroon.
 
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Did he anally rape her and actually hit her? Or did he not give in immediately to Chantal's manipulation, aka "abuse"? Only Shannon knows. (And apparently Marisa and Danielle, the low-life pieces of shit.)
They don't know either...they only know what Chantal has told them and I would suspect there is much exaggeration in what she has said. The only people that truly know what has gone down are Chantal and her Methhead mate, and neither can be trusted to speak the truth. Personally, I'm glad I don't care for any of the participants in this scenario because I don't want any investment in what will no doubt be a very nasty conclusion.
 
A Le Creuset dutch oven costs about $300-400 USD. Even a good knock-off like this will be priced well over $100. Whatta maroon.)
It's not, she has the Amazon Basics version, it's not that great, and it's like $30. She's still a fucking idiot though, double so if she doesn't throw that shit out and just buy another one.

Anyway.

Wow.

Came for the cheese block ER sagas, stayed for smoking out of plastic bottles.

Of course Chantal manages to be an absolute stereotype, even as a domestic violence victim. She's literally like the one example in history where I wouldn't argue much if someone said she's asking for it. She is.

She's even... doing the abusing work herself? Like the isolation. Usually the abuser has to put in a helluva lot of effort to separate folks from friends, family, interests, and get them to withdraw. Meanwhile Chantal is doing it for free, unprompted, and frankly is doing an amazing job at it. Does she really have anyone who cares about her left? Seems like everyone is very tired.

Never seen anyone write a more wild tragicomedy. It's like she's addicted to blowing her life up as badly as possible at every opportunity. Reminds me of those Choose Your Own Adventure books where you always pick the most ridiculous options just to see where you end up. Except... that's Chantal's unironic life strategy.
 
Not that it matters, in light of the rest of the drama from yesterday's stream, but I'm re-watching, and Chins just asked Peetz to get her CPAP machine from her car after her night of wearing it after fucking someone else.

Not only does she ask him to fetch what is undoubtedly a filthy, crusty, bacteria-laden mess, but she does it in her "aren't I cute and innocent" rat-faced voice. And then, when he acquiesces, she immediately says, "Not too much longer? It's like 30 degrees out."

The man has barely agreed to your vile request and you're basically telling him, "No, not in 20 minutes--do it right fucking NOW."

For the 4725th time: what an entitled cunt.

Edit: and could he take some garbage out on the way? And where is her purse? Stop sitting around, slave, and do her bidding, or you might as well just go back to work.
 
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