The Queen of Autists
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It’s the thigh pad above the knee
🍗 Deathfat 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, ex-Muslim, apostate
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Aqueous Kiwi
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I think this was actually her responding to a beezer who said "you prayed to go to canada" but they were talking about when she was praying to go to Canada while in Syria because she was miserable. That beezer was pointing out that Allah gave her what she wanted in Syria too, which was to get out of there and get away from salad.
But you're right anyways. I think this livestream she did show that this whole "6 months to a year" thing is the final push to get salad to the land of maple and moose.
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Not that it's going to do him any good. She won't pay off her debts. And even if she did, she still can't sponsor him because her income isn't anywhere close to high enough to qualify. And even if it was, there is a massive online trail of Poop Scoop declaring his hatred of white christian women, as well as his intense desire to physically abuse and defecate on them. As shite as Canada is in regards to allowing garbage people into the country, I like to think they draw the line at a one man porta potty party.
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Not only would she have to pay off the bankruptcy, she'd have to stay current on her taxes. That means filing tax returns for prior years plus paying quarterly taxes throughout the current year.
Snowball's chance in hell that she'll do that. She's probably the type that doesn't pay her electric bill until she gets a shut off notice. But she might successfully lie to Salah about her finances since he's stupid.
Snowball's chance in hell that she'll do that. She's probably the type that doesn't pay her electric bill until she gets a shut off notice. But she might successfully lie to Salah about her finances since he's stupid.
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As others have said, that is indeed her rolls of thigh fat. It's worth remembering her body can appear in many different forms depending on the camera angle, body filters and her position.
Her B Belly rides both high and low, sometimes affected by whether she has her legs totally spread or is forced to keep them a little under.
If a bench is just the right height she can lift the first gunt onto the counter top to allow her arms some more reach.
Her front butt is the Bigfoot of this thread, with it being spotted only a few times when her movement causes the crack (surgery scar) in her second belly to show.
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The skeletons are off: she's not standing up straight.
She's leaning back.
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Naaaerr mate, naaerrr. Won't be imagining that, mate. Naaerr.
Occam's razor is "Chantal lies", but the other option is that they're all already lost in her fat rolls.
Aqueous Kiwi
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AFTERNOON BREAKFAST LOL 12/09/25 recap
A comment before the recap- there was some discussion on whether Foodie is using CAD or USD when she talks about money. I believe she says everything in USD, as she gets paid by youtube in USD. I don’t think she knows that USD and CAD are different currencies. Remember when she went to the US and got stuck? She only had CAD and no one would take it, but she thought they would.
A comment before the recap- there was some discussion on whether Foodie is using CAD or USD when she talks about money. I believe she says everything in USD, as she gets paid by youtube in USD. I don’t think she knows that USD and CAD are different currencies. Remember when she went to the US and got stuck? She only had CAD and no one would take it, but she thought they would.
The beezing queen is live, and not at all looking like a bloated corpse. In this lighting you can really see how much of a Slaton forehead she’s getting. Not to mention the double eyebags and the bloated cheeks.
She turns the camera and the kitten is walking on the stovetop with what looks like a pan full of food. Is the burner on? Having my cat on my stove like that would freak me out. I worry for those toe beans…
She is talks briefly like a slow-motion drunk vinyl record player that’s slowly losing power. “Whaaaa yewww dooo-doooo” She repeats to the cat over and over again. “I have to cook, and of course, you want to go near the stove.”
The kitten is now off screen, beezing hard core, she has to run and stop her from destroying something. She comes back and is preparing coffee and breakfast. The band of her bra looks like Spider Man in the second movie, trying to stop the train. I don’t think it’s gonna work out for him this time.
Fuck, that looks so uncomfortable. Wtf.
“Well, can you not stand on the stove? It's very hot! Yes, it is hot.”
“I’m gonna wait until she’s like, all, not curious anymore.”
“Is my sleep schedule messed up again? Not really. I woke up at like 8:30 and then, I just felt really, I had a bit of a headache. So I went back to bed for a bit. Woke up like, I dont know, 12:30.”
Chantal starts making eggs and pita bread for breakfast. The kitten is being absolutely adorable and watching everything she does from the rolly chair. Chantail is trying to keep her away from the stovetop while she’s cooking.
She finishes cooking, and plops back down in her rolly chair, absolutely winded. I swear, she moved maybe 15 steps during the whole ordeal. She’s exhausted just from standing.
Good Lord, her arm is looking almost as big as Amberlynn’s hamhocks. Put the cheese and olives down gorl.
“I look skinny from the back? That’s interesting cause I’m not skinny. Looking skinny? Wow, thank you! I don’t know how I’m supposed to eat in these trying times… I’m joking.” She says all this while shoving her face full of scrambled egg, labna, and pita bread, her jaw popping with every bite.
“I need to get to the gym, don’t you agree?”
“‘True health comes from the gym and eating right.’ … I don’t think there’s any like, one… There’s many different things you can do. But in essence, I know what you mean. You don’t have to complicated it. Like, just move more, eat less. That’s what I’ve been doing. But not been eating less like, out of choice. Mostly just from like, not having much of an appetite.” She says as she stuffs more pita bread and labna into her mouth.
“So today uhm, Oh! Tomorrow, I have therapy. Again. Real therapy? Yeah, real. That’s right. ‘If it’s free, it ain’t real’? Not free.”
“Did Salah ever watch Turkish love series? I don’t know. He watches something, but I’m not sure what it is. I don’t know the language. Well, actually, I think he watches like, Arabic series. I’m not sure.”
“No no, I’m not going back to Syria.”
“I’m letting God decide my future husband.”
She’s downed two glasses of orange juice so far. “I know, I downed that OJ because… don’t you have to finish it by a certain time? I don’t want it to waste. I’ve had it open for a little while in the fridge.”
“‘Do you fancy Indian men?’ I don’t fancy anyone at the moment. But if I was looking, I don’t see a problem with that. I don’t discriminate against race.” Unless they’re not from a third world, low IQ shit hole, then you aren’t interested.
“If you want to treat me like a queen, that’s all the matters…” She giggles as she shakes her shirt so the crumbs fall all over the place. “Crumb-crumb-crumb!” she chants and she plucks at the shirt.
“Do I have a pool nearby? No. If I had a pool, that would be amazing… I probably wouldn’t use it.” Just like she has a free gym and she’s never going to use that.
“Do you know swear words in Arabic? Yes… I know ALL the swear words.”
I swear StrawberriesCream is that one beezer from the crackhead olympics. A total troll, but hilarious, and Chantal puts up with his shit. Chantal reads this comment and laughs “Or the garbage room! ‘Please can we go to the garbage room, foodie beauty?’ It’s like poor children on uhh… wanting to do something.”
She mutes the stream to blow her nose and pops back up on the cloud couch, sealing.
She says that she’s not paying the $1700 that she was before for the debt repayments. But she is still paying them and now is alone so she has to cover her debt payments as well as all of her monthly bills.
Some beezer is trauma dumping about being sad and depressed, and Chantal says “‘Why do people stay alive?’ Yeah, I’ve been there… Because life is amazing But in order to believe that you have to really believe that every that every little thing- like just the lung in your- like just breathing and being alive is a blessing. And I know it’s hard to do that. I have trouble, I mean, I must have trouble or I wouldn’t smoke or vape right? I don’t know…”
“‘If you had no debt, lease, would you be back in Syria?’ No, no because I left Syria for many different reasons. And you know, the internet is so bad there. It was starting to get on my nerves. And I’m sorry but we need good internet.”
“No, I didn’t divorce my husband because of bad internet! I’m- I’ve- divorced, I don’t even know what to say status-wise- but because I was leaving Syria and I just realized we had a lot of differences and my insecurities about children and I just wanted like, to, you know, quality of life-wise, I think it’s better here. Obviously, you know?”
Someone comments something that she reads, but obviously got deleted since I don’t see it in the chat. “To the whole Syria act, it’s obvious you’re doing it for a man who couldn’t care less about you. He is leading you on… Ok. If you’re never back in Syria, you’re only reunited if you sponsor him. He gave me one year to sponsor him? Why are people trying to figure out things that are just, not even like, you know?”
“Yes,” she agrees with someone, ‘ there are many options. We can live in any country. We could live in a different country. I don’t know. Why not Canada? I don’t know. I don’t even know, like, I’m not even sure. Like that’s- nothing is certain, right? About the future. Like I’m not sure like, what’s going on. I’m just trying to focus on just, like, getting back established here. Not feeling like crap. Getting the help I need.” This sentence right here, this is exactly what’s happening. She’s trying to play around with words and dance around what people are saying. But this is what she’s trying to do.
“As for comments, I’m just not even going to argue with people anymore. Or, if you want to believe a certain way, uhh, of thinking or certain statement. Go for it. Like, I don’t care anymore. Thank you.”
Someone asks what their long term plans in Syria. “Traveling, couple’s channel stuff. I don’t know. Living life. What is anyone’s plans? I don’t know.”
“No, I didn’t. He didn’t give me anything, uh, as fa-or a year. Like, he didn’t give me a time frame for anything. I’m giving myself- I have a year. I’m stuck here right? So, I’m making the best of it.”
“I- why are we even talking about this? It’s literally…”
“‘So sad you and salah never made more content.’ That’s what I said to him. I’m like, we had our couple’s channel monetized, ready to go, and we didn’t do more content. A lot of it’s my problem too, but like, especially with my health. I didn’t feel like going out a lot of the time and doing stuff in the heat, you know?”
People are asking her to go out, go to walmart, go look at the gym, she refuses to move. They joke about an agoraphobia beeze, and she agrees that’s what she’s doing. Gorl, it’s not agoraphobia, it’s lazyfatassophobia. But she’s starting to get all pressed about how other streamers just sit there talking to their audience too. Gorl, yes, that’s what streaming is, but the difference is they have lives outside of this, so they have things to talk about.
“Every single streamer I watch on TikTok just sits there and watches- I mean, just sits there and talks. ‘Name a few of these live streamers, like this content and would like to find more content (a sarcastic comment she reads out).’ Nane somebody in gorl world that goes out and streams, Dainty devito! I’ll wait! Anybody in gorlworld? Most of them don’t even show their face. Are you kidding? It’s called just chatting, there’s like, even a whole category of it on twitch. It’s what it’s for. If it’s not your tea- cup of tea- that’s fine. But you shouldn’t go to someone’s channel, and like, force them to do content they don’t want to do. Yeah! ‘We miss your car beezing.’ I don’t have a car, sorry. If you miss my car beezing, well, you’ll have to wait until I get a car. I’m going to be renting a car…… later. For most of the holidays. I need a car, you know.”
“I said I was going out today? I was! Yeah, I’m thinking of it. I was going to go to, like, the dollar store, Should I still go? What do I want there? See, I’ll just want to get snacks. It’s not…”She giggles.
“Yeah, Glitter and Lazers is always out and about. I mean I….I do go out. I did, I have done a lot of stuff on my channel. You know? ‘Cooking and baking is always entertaining.’ well, I just made eggs. I don’t think that’s very entertaining though. But…”
“Get up and move? Becoming bedbounds? No, I won’t. I won’t let myself become bedbound.” Immediate cat deflection.
“‘If someone sends her money for food, she’ll go out?’ No, it’s not only that… It’s- it’s just, uhh, I just don’t really feel like it. Whenever I think of like, the logistics of getting ready and… I don’t know…”
“Yes! Julia, and her sister baby girl here, and DATDAT, Where’s DATDAT.” She says that part in a robot/growly voice, but she’s saying dadtdadt, what she used to call Salad for Julia.
“‘Will you start to refer to salah as your ex-husband?’ …. I just call him Salah, which is easier. Saying ex-husband is not the same as saying husband.”
Some people are so desperate for her to do something they’re starting to suggest that she read them a chapter of a book.
Apparently, there is a beezer in her chat saying that they live in the same building as her, and that they saw her in the lobby.
Some people are starting to ask if they could send paypal for fast food for her. “I feel like such a grifter! No, I don’t need to. Thank you.”
“‘I thought we could meet up in the gym.’ Are you male or female? Let’s go, I’ll go, but on live stream. I want to show them the gym.”
Shortly after this conversation, with logurt still in the chat, chantal starts tarting herself up.
“You think I should meet people in this building? I don’t want to go to the christmas thing now cause they’re going to know it. Like, who are you lady? You’re that lady.”
“Should we meet logurt at the gym?”
“9!? I’m usually freaking blitzed out of my tree by 9 and I’m ready to freaking lay down.”
Beezers are thinking it could be animesucks. “Anime lives in California, how is anime going to come here?”
“‘Please make a friend who can be a part of gorl world.’ No! Lorgert is male!” Oh, now we’re acting all Halal and cute.
“Ok, tell us all the tea on yourself, logurt, you live by yourself?”
“No! I’m not single! No! I’m not single. I’m telling people I’m not single because I’m not ready to mingle in any way, shape, or form.”
“I don’t know why it gives the impression that we’re getting back together and not the impression that I just got divorced. Like, I’m just, I’m like 3 years with somebody. Like, why would I be ready to mingle right now?”
“And if I was staying with him, what does that matter? I’m still in Canada. Like what if- what if I did end up getting with him. What does it matter? You know? Like, I’m still- I didn’t like about coming to Canada. I’m in Canada, you know? So… but I’m not about to live a- I’m not about to live my life like, oh, what if we get back together? I’m not living my life like that and just going to change just for a man. No, I refuse. So, that’s why, I’m just taking this time, just to change, like, for me, and get a life together. You know? Otherwise… no.”
“Well, we are separated, Violet, and I’m here in Canada. And with the money that was donated. I used it for the intended purpose of coming here and get my own place. So, we’re good right? Ok.” I know this is Chantal, but no, it’s not ok. People donated money to get you out of Syria, because they were LED TO BELIEVE you were divorcing Salah, that you didn’t feel safe, and that you didn’t have the money to get out and start over in Canada. So, now we know that you AREN’T Divorced, you DID feel safe, and DID have the money back then. Absolutely misleading for donations. But I digress…
“Yeah, there’s a lot of stuff. Nobody online knows about a lot of stuff that happened about feelings, a lot of stuff. So…”
“I deserve someone who embraces me. The problem is, if somebody loves you. They’re not going to want you to have unhealthy habits, right? So.. But to like me how I am, like, a weird and stuff… yeah. The problem is that’s not very attractive to most men. A woman who is not very feminine, you know, but I like to beeze.”
“No, because I’m not- with like- I’m not- I’m not admitting anything that it’s not true. I’ve told you guys the truth, you know? It’s very, very complicated, my situation in life, in general right now. So, it’s… yeah… I specifically said it was a hell hole? Oh, I don’t know… I say a lot of things when I’m mad.”
“Well, sometimes I lie to mislead the public, I do, yes. And I feel like I will continue.”
“‘You lie to beezers.’ HOW, Things I “lie” about are not important. And beezers would not give a shit about, like if I have a dishwasher or not. They know what I go through.”
“No, that’s not true. He didn’t take any divorce papers back to Kuwait, as far as I know.”
She’s starting to try and change the conversation to going out and getting snacks. But the beezers (well, the non-brain damaged ones) are not having it.
“I believe he said he had to go to Damascus but I don’t know. See, like even stuff like that about our divorce (she half air-quotes here), like, I should just keep all that private from now on. You know? IT’s no one's business really. All I said online was we’re getting separated and that’s all it should be. Yeah, like you know?”
“Engaging with Salah? I don’t- we don’t engage that much. Honestly, I swear TO GOD, that I’m happy being alone, right now. I don’t want to be with a man right now.” Emphasis mine. She’s trying to be cute and do some word play.
“That’s the thing. Like, there’s no reason why I would still lie about being with Salah. Do you know what I mean? Basically… I don’t know. It’s just complicated. You know what I mean? It’s not just like, ‘boom’, we’re gone. We're done and we don’t talk anymore or anything like that. It's not like that. So, yeah. . . . It’s complicated because it’s like, it’s- it’s hard to explain to you guys when you ask me are you together or not. It’s not just black and white answer. It's like, I don’t know how to explain, like we’re separated, but not fully 100% legally divorced, but separated in the eyes of God. Some days I miss being married and hold out hope that in the future maybe I will be again. Will that be with Salah or not? I don’t know. I think that the more time we spend apart from each other, the more we work on ourselves separately… it’s not, you know, that usually doesn’t save relationships, but yeah…”
“I think he feels like he met me halfway. His family was really against him- like some members were against him not marrying traditionally. So, I think he’s- he feels like he sacrifices relationship maybe with some family from the get-go.”
“Yeah, I feel like I’m myself. I think like, people feel like I’m always the type of Foodie where I’m just like, nude on an exercise ball. Like, that’s not who I am. Especially now, you know? I’m not chasing anyone, Living Eyeroll. I think like, people think all fat women are just like, desperate and lonely and losers and have to be- chase men. Like, that’s not true.”
She goes back and forth with her beezers, some licking the gunt, some still calling her out. But it’s getting repetitive to things she’s said in past streams too. She brings the kitten on cam to cat deflect, and says how cold it is outside and how she doesn’t want to go out now.
She asks the chat what floor they think she’s on. Someone says “you’re up three based on the photo.” She sits there and thinks for a moment then responds. “You guys can guess that?”
“Was it this hard for salah to get you to leave the house? He never wanted to go anywhere hardly!”
“Should I take a gummy and go out?? Or just go normal??”
“Miriam for the kitty’s name? She’s not very virtuous!”
“Are you purebred? You were only… Oh, I had to lie about how much she was… She was $80. I said 35 because people would find the ad. No, they didn’t find the right ad, it wasn’t 300. She wasn’t 300.”
She decides to take us downstairs. She’s complaining about her hip and panting hard into the microphone. She already broke her zipper to her new jacket. Fat.
She shows us part of the gym, but there’s someone on the treadmill so she didn’t show us the other side of the room.
She takes us outside. It’s dry, barely any snow at all. “Hard to breathe, it’s freezing rain. I don’t think I can go, it’s so fucking cold. And I can’t breathe. I got to go all the way over there. I know but, it’s freezing guys, I can’t go out in this weather, it’s like- when it’s cold like this, bro.”
All the way over here being maybe 800 ft. lol
She turns around and heads back inside. We get to see her shadow as a dog barks at her from somewhere.
“I know, but I should use the gym on cold days like this, you know? My breath. It’s hard to even breathe, walla. When you’re fat and have asthma on top of that?
“It looks closer than it is. Like, it looks across the street, but it’s like, far for someone like me.”
We’re back inside the apartment, harping on the same shit in the same position like we never left. “But yeah, you guys are mistaken, if you think that I’m going to just sit on- in here, and cry to myself and try to be better for a man. You’re mistaken. Because, first of all, I don’t need to be better for any man. I need to be better for myself. Second, that’s the thing, like I don’t need to, you know, improve myself, ok? No, I do… I need to- I do need to…”
Chat lets her know that Peetz got laid off or something, I really don’t care.
“The walmart is 600 meters? 600 meters is more than half a mile, isn’t it? It's 21 or something… no it was 200 meters?”
The beezers are all worked up and chantal keeps talking about how she won’t walk when it’s this cold. Just talking back and forth. Now she wants to make (order) dinner. Mahi asks if they can sponsor another dinner. “If you want!”
Chantal looks positively rabid now, excited to order food in and thanking Mahi profusely. She decides to get off to order Pizza Pizza and come back later with it.
She turns the camera and the kitten is walking on the stovetop with what looks like a pan full of food. Is the burner on? Having my cat on my stove like that would freak me out. I worry for those toe beans…
She is talks briefly like a slow-motion drunk vinyl record player that’s slowly losing power. “Whaaaa yewww dooo-doooo” She repeats to the cat over and over again. “I have to cook, and of course, you want to go near the stove.”
The kitten is now off screen, beezing hard core, she has to run and stop her from destroying something. She comes back and is preparing coffee and breakfast. The band of her bra looks like Spider Man in the second movie, trying to stop the train. I don’t think it’s gonna work out for him this time.
Fuck, that looks so uncomfortable. Wtf.
“Well, can you not stand on the stove? It's very hot! Yes, it is hot.”
“I’m gonna wait until she’s like, all, not curious anymore.”
“Is my sleep schedule messed up again? Not really. I woke up at like 8:30 and then, I just felt really, I had a bit of a headache. So I went back to bed for a bit. Woke up like, I dont know, 12:30.”
Chantal starts making eggs and pita bread for breakfast. The kitten is being absolutely adorable and watching everything she does from the rolly chair. Chantail is trying to keep her away from the stovetop while she’s cooking.
She finishes cooking, and plops back down in her rolly chair, absolutely winded. I swear, she moved maybe 15 steps during the whole ordeal. She’s exhausted just from standing.
Good Lord, her arm is looking almost as big as Amberlynn’s hamhocks. Put the cheese and olives down gorl.
“I look skinny from the back? That’s interesting cause I’m not skinny. Looking skinny? Wow, thank you! I don’t know how I’m supposed to eat in these trying times… I’m joking.” She says all this while shoving her face full of scrambled egg, labna, and pita bread, her jaw popping with every bite.
“I need to get to the gym, don’t you agree?”
“‘True health comes from the gym and eating right.’ … I don’t think there’s any like, one… There’s many different things you can do. But in essence, I know what you mean. You don’t have to complicated it. Like, just move more, eat less. That’s what I’ve been doing. But not been eating less like, out of choice. Mostly just from like, not having much of an appetite.” She says as she stuffs more pita bread and labna into her mouth.
“So today uhm, Oh! Tomorrow, I have therapy. Again. Real therapy? Yeah, real. That’s right. ‘If it’s free, it ain’t real’? Not free.”
“Did Salah ever watch Turkish love series? I don’t know. He watches something, but I’m not sure what it is. I don’t know the language. Well, actually, I think he watches like, Arabic series. I’m not sure.”
“No no, I’m not going back to Syria.”
“I’m letting God decide my future husband.”
She’s downed two glasses of orange juice so far. “I know, I downed that OJ because… don’t you have to finish it by a certain time? I don’t want it to waste. I’ve had it open for a little while in the fridge.”
“‘Do you fancy Indian men?’ I don’t fancy anyone at the moment. But if I was looking, I don’t see a problem with that. I don’t discriminate against race.” Unless they’re not from a third world, low IQ shit hole, then you aren’t interested.
“If you want to treat me like a queen, that’s all the matters…” She giggles as she shakes her shirt so the crumbs fall all over the place. “Crumb-crumb-crumb!” she chants and she plucks at the shirt.
“Do I have a pool nearby? No. If I had a pool, that would be amazing… I probably wouldn’t use it.” Just like she has a free gym and she’s never going to use that.
“Do you know swear words in Arabic? Yes… I know ALL the swear words.”
I swear StrawberriesCream is that one beezer from the crackhead olympics. A total troll, but hilarious, and Chantal puts up with his shit. Chantal reads this comment and laughs “Or the garbage room! ‘Please can we go to the garbage room, foodie beauty?’ It’s like poor children on uhh… wanting to do something.”
She mutes the stream to blow her nose and pops back up on the cloud couch, sealing.
She says that she’s not paying the $1700 that she was before for the debt repayments. But she is still paying them and now is alone so she has to cover her debt payments as well as all of her monthly bills.
Some beezer is trauma dumping about being sad and depressed, and Chantal says “‘Why do people stay alive?’ Yeah, I’ve been there… Because life is amazing But in order to believe that you have to really believe that every that every little thing- like just the lung in your- like just breathing and being alive is a blessing. And I know it’s hard to do that. I have trouble, I mean, I must have trouble or I wouldn’t smoke or vape right? I don’t know…”
“‘If you had no debt, lease, would you be back in Syria?’ No, no because I left Syria for many different reasons. And you know, the internet is so bad there. It was starting to get on my nerves. And I’m sorry but we need good internet.”
“No, I didn’t divorce my husband because of bad internet! I’m- I’ve- divorced, I don’t even know what to say status-wise- but because I was leaving Syria and I just realized we had a lot of differences and my insecurities about children and I just wanted like, to, you know, quality of life-wise, I think it’s better here. Obviously, you know?”
Someone comments something that she reads, but obviously got deleted since I don’t see it in the chat. “To the whole Syria act, it’s obvious you’re doing it for a man who couldn’t care less about you. He is leading you on… Ok. If you’re never back in Syria, you’re only reunited if you sponsor him. He gave me one year to sponsor him? Why are people trying to figure out things that are just, not even like, you know?”
“Yes,” she agrees with someone, ‘ there are many options. We can live in any country. We could live in a different country. I don’t know. Why not Canada? I don’t know. I don’t even know, like, I’m not even sure. Like that’s- nothing is certain, right? About the future. Like I’m not sure like, what’s going on. I’m just trying to focus on just, like, getting back established here. Not feeling like crap. Getting the help I need.” This sentence right here, this is exactly what’s happening. She’s trying to play around with words and dance around what people are saying. But this is what she’s trying to do.
“As for comments, I’m just not even going to argue with people anymore. Or, if you want to believe a certain way, uhh, of thinking or certain statement. Go for it. Like, I don’t care anymore. Thank you.”
Someone asks what their long term plans in Syria. “Traveling, couple’s channel stuff. I don’t know. Living life. What is anyone’s plans? I don’t know.”
“No, I didn’t. He didn’t give me anything, uh, as fa-or a year. Like, he didn’t give me a time frame for anything. I’m giving myself- I have a year. I’m stuck here right? So, I’m making the best of it.”
“I- why are we even talking about this? It’s literally…”
“‘So sad you and salah never made more content.’ That’s what I said to him. I’m like, we had our couple’s channel monetized, ready to go, and we didn’t do more content. A lot of it’s my problem too, but like, especially with my health. I didn’t feel like going out a lot of the time and doing stuff in the heat, you know?”
People are asking her to go out, go to walmart, go look at the gym, she refuses to move. They joke about an agoraphobia beeze, and she agrees that’s what she’s doing. Gorl, it’s not agoraphobia, it’s lazyfatassophobia. But she’s starting to get all pressed about how other streamers just sit there talking to their audience too. Gorl, yes, that’s what streaming is, but the difference is they have lives outside of this, so they have things to talk about.
“Every single streamer I watch on TikTok just sits there and watches- I mean, just sits there and talks. ‘Name a few of these live streamers, like this content and would like to find more content (a sarcastic comment she reads out).’ Nane somebody in gorl world that goes out and streams, Dainty devito! I’ll wait! Anybody in gorlworld? Most of them don’t even show their face. Are you kidding? It’s called just chatting, there’s like, even a whole category of it on twitch. It’s what it’s for. If it’s not your tea- cup of tea- that’s fine. But you shouldn’t go to someone’s channel, and like, force them to do content they don’t want to do. Yeah! ‘We miss your car beezing.’ I don’t have a car, sorry. If you miss my car beezing, well, you’ll have to wait until I get a car. I’m going to be renting a car…… later. For most of the holidays. I need a car, you know.”
“I said I was going out today? I was! Yeah, I’m thinking of it. I was going to go to, like, the dollar store, Should I still go? What do I want there? See, I’ll just want to get snacks. It’s not…”She giggles.
“Yeah, Glitter and Lazers is always out and about. I mean I….I do go out. I did, I have done a lot of stuff on my channel. You know? ‘Cooking and baking is always entertaining.’ well, I just made eggs. I don’t think that’s very entertaining though. But…”
“Get up and move? Becoming bedbounds? No, I won’t. I won’t let myself become bedbound.” Immediate cat deflection.
“‘If someone sends her money for food, she’ll go out?’ No, it’s not only that… It’s- it’s just, uhh, I just don’t really feel like it. Whenever I think of like, the logistics of getting ready and… I don’t know…”
“Yes! Julia, and her sister baby girl here, and DATDAT, Where’s DATDAT.” She says that part in a robot/growly voice, but she’s saying dadtdadt, what she used to call Salad for Julia.
“‘Will you start to refer to salah as your ex-husband?’ …. I just call him Salah, which is easier. Saying ex-husband is not the same as saying husband.”
Some people are so desperate for her to do something they’re starting to suggest that she read them a chapter of a book.
Apparently, there is a beezer in her chat saying that they live in the same building as her, and that they saw her in the lobby.
Some people are starting to ask if they could send paypal for fast food for her. “I feel like such a grifter! No, I don’t need to. Thank you.”
“‘I thought we could meet up in the gym.’ Are you male or female? Let’s go, I’ll go, but on live stream. I want to show them the gym.”
Shortly after this conversation, with logurt still in the chat, chantal starts tarting herself up.
“You think I should meet people in this building? I don’t want to go to the christmas thing now cause they’re going to know it. Like, who are you lady? You’re that lady.”
“Should we meet logurt at the gym?”
“9!? I’m usually freaking blitzed out of my tree by 9 and I’m ready to freaking lay down.”
Beezers are thinking it could be animesucks. “Anime lives in California, how is anime going to come here?”
“‘Please make a friend who can be a part of gorl world.’ No! Lorgert is male!” Oh, now we’re acting all Halal and cute.
“Ok, tell us all the tea on yourself, logurt, you live by yourself?”
“No! I’m not single! No! I’m not single. I’m telling people I’m not single because I’m not ready to mingle in any way, shape, or form.”
“I don’t know why it gives the impression that we’re getting back together and not the impression that I just got divorced. Like, I’m just, I’m like 3 years with somebody. Like, why would I be ready to mingle right now?”
“And if I was staying with him, what does that matter? I’m still in Canada. Like what if- what if I did end up getting with him. What does it matter? You know? Like, I’m still- I didn’t like about coming to Canada. I’m in Canada, you know? So… but I’m not about to live a- I’m not about to live my life like, oh, what if we get back together? I’m not living my life like that and just going to change just for a man. No, I refuse. So, that’s why, I’m just taking this time, just to change, like, for me, and get a life together. You know? Otherwise… no.”
“Well, we are separated, Violet, and I’m here in Canada. And with the money that was donated. I used it for the intended purpose of coming here and get my own place. So, we’re good right? Ok.” I know this is Chantal, but no, it’s not ok. People donated money to get you out of Syria, because they were LED TO BELIEVE you were divorcing Salah, that you didn’t feel safe, and that you didn’t have the money to get out and start over in Canada. So, now we know that you AREN’T Divorced, you DID feel safe, and DID have the money back then. Absolutely misleading for donations. But I digress…
“Yeah, there’s a lot of stuff. Nobody online knows about a lot of stuff that happened about feelings, a lot of stuff. So…”
“I deserve someone who embraces me. The problem is, if somebody loves you. They’re not going to want you to have unhealthy habits, right? So.. But to like me how I am, like, a weird and stuff… yeah. The problem is that’s not very attractive to most men. A woman who is not very feminine, you know, but I like to beeze.”
“No, because I’m not- with like- I’m not- I’m not admitting anything that it’s not true. I’ve told you guys the truth, you know? It’s very, very complicated, my situation in life, in general right now. So, it’s… yeah… I specifically said it was a hell hole? Oh, I don’t know… I say a lot of things when I’m mad.”
“Well, sometimes I lie to mislead the public, I do, yes. And I feel like I will continue.”
“‘You lie to beezers.’ HOW, Things I “lie” about are not important. And beezers would not give a shit about, like if I have a dishwasher or not. They know what I go through.”
“No, that’s not true. He didn’t take any divorce papers back to Kuwait, as far as I know.”
She’s starting to try and change the conversation to going out and getting snacks. But the beezers (well, the non-brain damaged ones) are not having it.
“I believe he said he had to go to Damascus but I don’t know. See, like even stuff like that about our divorce (she half air-quotes here), like, I should just keep all that private from now on. You know? IT’s no one's business really. All I said online was we’re getting separated and that’s all it should be. Yeah, like you know?”
“Engaging with Salah? I don’t- we don’t engage that much. Honestly, I swear TO GOD, that I’m happy being alone, right now. I don’t want to be with a man right now.” Emphasis mine. She’s trying to be cute and do some word play.
“That’s the thing. Like, there’s no reason why I would still lie about being with Salah. Do you know what I mean? Basically… I don’t know. It’s just complicated. You know what I mean? It’s not just like, ‘boom’, we’re gone. We're done and we don’t talk anymore or anything like that. It's not like that. So, yeah. . . . It’s complicated because it’s like, it’s- it’s hard to explain to you guys when you ask me are you together or not. It’s not just black and white answer. It's like, I don’t know how to explain, like we’re separated, but not fully 100% legally divorced, but separated in the eyes of God. Some days I miss being married and hold out hope that in the future maybe I will be again. Will that be with Salah or not? I don’t know. I think that the more time we spend apart from each other, the more we work on ourselves separately… it’s not, you know, that usually doesn’t save relationships, but yeah…”
“I think he feels like he met me halfway. His family was really against him- like some members were against him not marrying traditionally. So, I think he’s- he feels like he sacrifices relationship maybe with some family from the get-go.”
“Yeah, I feel like I’m myself. I think like, people feel like I’m always the type of Foodie where I’m just like, nude on an exercise ball. Like, that’s not who I am. Especially now, you know? I’m not chasing anyone, Living Eyeroll. I think like, people think all fat women are just like, desperate and lonely and losers and have to be- chase men. Like, that’s not true.”
She goes back and forth with her beezers, some licking the gunt, some still calling her out. But it’s getting repetitive to things she’s said in past streams too. She brings the kitten on cam to cat deflect, and says how cold it is outside and how she doesn’t want to go out now.
She asks the chat what floor they think she’s on. Someone says “you’re up three based on the photo.” She sits there and thinks for a moment then responds. “You guys can guess that?”
“Was it this hard for salah to get you to leave the house? He never wanted to go anywhere hardly!”
“Should I take a gummy and go out?? Or just go normal??”
“Miriam for the kitty’s name? She’s not very virtuous!”
“Are you purebred? You were only… Oh, I had to lie about how much she was… She was $80. I said 35 because people would find the ad. No, they didn’t find the right ad, it wasn’t 300. She wasn’t 300.”
She decides to take us downstairs. She’s complaining about her hip and panting hard into the microphone. She already broke her zipper to her new jacket. Fat.
She shows us part of the gym, but there’s someone on the treadmill so she didn’t show us the other side of the room.
She takes us outside. It’s dry, barely any snow at all. “Hard to breathe, it’s freezing rain. I don’t think I can go, it’s so fucking cold. And I can’t breathe. I got to go all the way over there. I know but, it’s freezing guys, I can’t go out in this weather, it’s like- when it’s cold like this, bro.”
All the way over here being maybe 800 ft. lolShe turns around and heads back inside. We get to see her shadow as a dog barks at her from somewhere.
“I know, but I should use the gym on cold days like this, you know? My breath. It’s hard to even breathe, walla. When you’re fat and have asthma on top of that?
“It looks closer than it is. Like, it looks across the street, but it’s like, far for someone like me.”
We’re back inside the apartment, harping on the same shit in the same position like we never left. “But yeah, you guys are mistaken, if you think that I’m going to just sit on- in here, and cry to myself and try to be better for a man. You’re mistaken. Because, first of all, I don’t need to be better for any man. I need to be better for myself. Second, that’s the thing, like I don’t need to, you know, improve myself, ok? No, I do… I need to- I do need to…”
Chat lets her know that Peetz got laid off or something, I really don’t care.
“The walmart is 600 meters? 600 meters is more than half a mile, isn’t it? It's 21 or something… no it was 200 meters?”
The beezers are all worked up and chantal keeps talking about how she won’t walk when it’s this cold. Just talking back and forth. Now she wants to make (order) dinner. Mahi asks if they can sponsor another dinner. “If you want!”
Chantal looks positively rabid now, excited to order food in and thanking Mahi profusely. She decides to get off to order Pizza Pizza and come back later with it.
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I'll never get over how badly the COVID mask fit on her massive face. It should have been a lot closer to her ears, and the elastics were straining. I'm surprised they didn't snap (maybe they did off camera).
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Negative. Canadian bank accounts and creators get Canadian dollarydoos. Unless she sets her pay/home currency to USD. But then her bank might charge her to convert or even reject it.
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Aqueous Kiwi
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Well my point still stands that Chantal doesn't understand the difference, because she's said a couple times that she gets paid in USD lol
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I knew someone who ballooned up to 400 lbs. Couldn't breathe, blamed it on asthma. Once they lost the weight, however, their breathing problems miraculously vanished. Chantal's breathing sounds exactly like theirs did.
I'm sure this goes without saying, but she's gotta be over 400 at the very least, probably closer to 450. With how bad her breathing has gotten and the constant pain she's in? Yeah. Fucking grim.
I'm sure this goes without saying, but she's gotta be over 400 at the very least, probably closer to 450. With how bad her breathing has gotten and the constant pain she's in? Yeah. Fucking grim.
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The poor bastards that are going to have to perform the autopsy on Chantal's rotten corpse.
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She'll never understand that men sell her bullshit excuses. "It's my family, babe. They're making me do it! I don't even want to have kids and a real wife, but they're pushing me into it!"
It reminds me of that classic scene in Forrest Gump: "Jenny, things got a little out of hand. It's just this war and that lying son of a bitch Johnson!"
He went plenty of places. She complained about how often he was leaving her at home in Syria.
He did the same thing in Kuwait, but she believed his bullshit about how he was at business meetings. But he didn't want to take her anywhere public in Kuwait because she embarrassed him. When he did, it was always times and places where there were hardly any people around.
There's the Uncle Phil pep talk language again. But she can't quite remember the second line of the speech about how she should do self improvement for herself instead of just because Salah demanded it. It was probably something about "love yourself first" or health leading to happiness.
Oh well, Cutie. You got the first line anyway.
In the late 70s, when Jimmy Carter was the US President, he tried to get Americans to warm up to the idea of switching to metric. He had some speed limit signs put up on US interstate highways in both miles per hour and kilometers per hour. Patriotic Americans shot the kilometer signs.
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She appears to be demonetized... LOL, Merry Christmas! (sorry to Noname cat who will be abandoned immediately as she jets off unannounced to knock through Salah's walls like the Kool aid man.)
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The hijab shield held out for a bit. RIP fat bitches on youtube!
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ALL evidence of monetization is gone.
No join button, no membership tab, no store tab.
Buckle up…The milk should begin to floweth very soon.
Merry Christmas Farmers!*
*remember, Cutie just told us that her ~6k per month in Youtube coin is peanuts in her eyes
ETA: mobile fag = spelling errors
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HO HO HO! MERRY CHRISTMAS MUSLIM WOMAN!!!!
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This better be for realsies. Fat bitch and Peetz were in my dreams a week or two ago; enough is ENOUGH.