š 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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Alienating the audience to the point hundreds of people leave the channel in protest is a very creative way to get out of her obligations. If she doesnāt have 90k subscribers, after all, she doesnāt have to do the twelve hour stream. 
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Man she looked fucking PISSED that she had to apologize and act all demure and quiet and shit. Like her eyes definitely said, "God I fucking hate you". She even did that little wink to the camera to try and fool us into thinking she was in charge of the situation and secretly all cool and collected, but we saw otherwise. She was put in her place.
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She's currently at 90,017 Subs and dropping...
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WHats weird is she did have a winky blink in that clip but she has said before she cannot intentionally wink as a flirty thing. I have a memory of her laughing about it and trying it in the Bingemobile some time ago. Like she just can't - she winds up winking both eyes. I think it might be more of a tic.
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We did it, reddit!
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Nader Elshamy - She ate my tuna
and said sorryq (01/26/2022)
*livechat txt
and said sorryq (01/26/2022)*livechat txt
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What I revel in the most is the mass amount of silly supporters she had who are just now unsubscribing, and getting through their heads how fucked she is.
Her single-celled brain fucking with Nads aside: she canāt even commit to the responsibilities of taking her cat for a real check-up, so she DEFINITELY doesnāt give a shit about her subscribers either. I hope they continue to see that, and the gunt reaps what she sows.
Her single-celled brain fucking with Nads aside: she canāt even commit to the responsibilities of taking her cat for a real check-up, so she DEFINITELY doesnāt give a shit about her subscribers either. I hope they continue to see that, and the gunt reaps what she sows.
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But she keeps buying more. She's so gross.
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Every time her subs drop enough to get her to '0' before she drops in the 'hundreds' column, she buys 13 subs. Not 12, not 14... exactly 13 new subs come in at once.
She's also buying 14 views every 5 seconds.
She's also buying 14 views every 5 seconds.
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It's an artifact of the tracker. It goes up by 13 just before it hits the 100 mark, then suddenly drops by 14 a minute or two later when it goes below 100. Same with the very regular time intervals between when the view count goes up or the sub count goes down. It looks like it's counting the cumulative unsubs down/views up at a steady rate. Ex: if she lost 1000 subs, it's counting them down by one every five seconds until it hits 1000 regardless of how fast she actually lost them.
edit: lol first version made no sense sorry
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I am absolutely positively not a conspiracy theorist, but those were definitely footsteps, and they were by someone wearing shoes with heels (vs whatever we call āsneakersā these days).
I donāt know if I can recall seeing Chantal wear heels other than those hideous wide-calf boots which I only remember seeing in a haul. But, then again, Iām not trying to see that bitchās trotters. Iād like to preserve my appetite.
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Is that her sub count or calorie count
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How is this wildebeest still alive and beezing? Iām not referring to her physical health as I assume The Simpsons prophetic powers have struck again and Chinny is suffering from the same Three Stooges Syndrome that keeps Mr.Burns alive.
I mean the sheer amount of humiliation and embarrassment that she must fleetingly sense when it pokes its little bald head out of that hole in her abdomen just before a booming fart allows it to settle back into its cocoon of delusion.
If I was her the moment that apology left my thin lips I would disintegrate into a pile of hair fibers, reform into a flock of birds and fly off into the abyss leaving nothing but a faint refrain of
Shame
Shame
Shame
I would also like to congratulate Nader. Their narc on narc violence has escalated to the point that if he kills her there will be no need for a plea deal. Just go for the jury trial and rest assured her social media trail will mean that there is no way 12 people could be assembled who were willing to convict him of turning her into the star ingredient of a chitlins recipe. At least one would always be willing to assume she waddled right into his knife 30 times.
I mean the sheer amount of humiliation and embarrassment that she must fleetingly sense when it pokes its little bald head out of that hole in her abdomen just before a booming fart allows it to settle back into its cocoon of delusion.
If I was her the moment that apology left my thin lips I would disintegrate into a pile of hair fibers, reform into a flock of birds and fly off into the abyss leaving nothing but a faint refrain of
Shame
Shame
Shame
I would also like to congratulate Nader. Their narc on narc violence has escalated to the point that if he kills her there will be no need for a plea deal. Just go for the jury trial and rest assured her social media trail will mean that there is no way 12 people could be assembled who were willing to convict him of turning her into the star ingredient of a chitlins recipe. At least one would always be willing to assume she waddled right into his knife 30 times.
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If Nader starts serving Long Pig - My Way! we can guess that he's done with her crap.
What I do not understand is how either of these two is still monetized. Youtube falls all over itself to go after other channels that just talk about drugs, and these eejits are high as a giraffe's ass half the time and still get paid. wtf.
What I do not understand is how either of these two is still monetized. Youtube falls all over itself to go after other channels that just talk about drugs, and these eejits are high as a giraffe's ass half the time and still get paid. wtf.
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As all of us Kiwis know, there is a near 100% chance that Chantal has been at the trap house for the past three nights. However, I have yet to see mention of a pretty important detail. A detail that you will find within our dramatic reimagining of the events of today, January 26 year of our gunt, 0008.
āThere is nothing wrong with your computer screen. Do not attempt to adjust the picture. We are controlling transmission. We will control the horizontal. We will control the vertical. We can change the focus to a soft blur, or sharpen it to crystal clarity. For the next few moments, sit quietly and we will control all that you see and read. You are about to participate in a great adventure. You are about to experience the awe and mystery, which reaches from theinner smoothest mind to the outer limits of personality disorders.ā
Lights fade up to our Narrator.
Prologue
Two households, both alike in dignity,
(In fair Gatinau, where we lay our scene),
From weeks-old grudge break to new malignity,
Where awful food makes tar-stained hands unclean.
Betwixt the dripping loins of these two foes
This pair of star-crossed lovers writhe in lust,
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Doth with their streams bury their subscribersā trust.
Act I
Our heroine had been planning this day for weeks. She knew her subscribers were expecting a blow-out beeze, nothing like they had ever experienced. A 12-hour stream would suffice, filled with activities, both naughty and nice. But first, to the vet BBJ must go, or distrust from her viewers, her actions would sow.
~10:30 AM
Chantal: **Squaaaawwwk** I slept in - again!!!
Nader: Shush, or you get ze broom! My head hurting from all ze party favours you brought over. And is not āsleeping inā if do it always. Besides your VIBs are eejiuts!
Chantal: But I swore I was going to take BBJ to the vet. Then again, I do promise that every few weeksā¦ Oh well, Iāll just make a community post. Iām sure they wonāt remember that I promised to come on last night anyway.
Act II
Picture, if you will, a bowling ball, with George Costanzaās head on top, frantically driving far enough from the trap house to go live from an āanonymousā location, running over small animals and curbs along the way.
~12:30
Chantal: I suppose I might as well start my 12 hour stream. After all, itās already going to be after midnight by the time I can wrap it up.
~12:41
Lurches up to Starbucks drive-thru window, red-faced and raging. The cashier opens the window to be met with this face, gaping back at her.
Cashier: That will be $15.73 sir- oh sorry, I mean, maāam.
Chantal: Can you believe them?!?!
Cashier: Iām sorry, maāam, I donāt know what youāre talking about. Your pink drinks - the total comes to $15.73.
Chantal: My VIBs! They think that just because they pay 5 bucks a month, they have the right to hold ME accountable!!! Well, Iām not having it! I promised them 12 hours? Well letās see how they feel now that they donāt even get 12 minutes!!!
Cashier: Maāam, Iām still not sure what you mean, but youāre holding up the lineā¦
Chantal: Driving away after finally paying She totally wanted me.
Act III
The semi-mobile bowling ball stomps up the stairs to the Luxury Villa. Out of breath, angry, and coming down hard, she is met by her pet homunculus.
~1:20
Peetz: Oh hey, youāre finally home. Ready to take BBJ to the vet now?
Chantal: Uh, Peetz, I know youāre slow, but you gotta be out of your goddamned mind if you think Iām taking that cat to the fucking vet! Iām gonna lie, like I always do, take a wet-wipe shower, take a bunch of edibles, and head back to Naderās, where a real man is waiting for me!
Peetz: Um, um, um, thatās kinda ablist and a bit mysog-
Chantal: One more fucking word out of your mouth, and Iām cutting off your internet! Thatās right - no more ponies!
Peetz: Yes, maāam,
Act IV
The bowling ball, blasted out of her smooth mind, rolls erratically to the door of the trap house. She doesnāt know which way is up and can barely keep her trotters under her bulk.
Late afternoon
Nader: What are you doing here?
Chantal: Iām only here to apologize, it will only take a moment!
Nader: Den why you bring whole filming rig to strap to ze table?
They both wink, laugh, and embrace each other. Dollar signs and crack rocks floating around their heads.
Nader: What did you tell them?
Chantal: *Giggling* That I cant handle talking about you, that as a strong domestic abuse survivor it is triggering to me to even think about a place we were suppose to go one day!
Nader: And dey bought zhat?
Chantal: Of course! They donāt suspect us in the slightest. I even told them Iād only have time for family!
Nader: Great, You grab broom and I grab ze Coconut oil!
Act V
Both our heroes sit shocked and high in his disheveled room. CPAP parts and dirty, flag-sized underwear are strewn around the room. Despite their brilliant, impervious plan, it seems they have been busted, and now they sit, discussing what to do about their situation.
~10:00
Chantal: They think we both lied now! You said I wasnāt ever here, and I had been denying being here for days! And they saw me with no filter!!! What- what are we going to do??
Nader: Shut up! I have a plan.
Chantal: You always do, honey. Our brains always work best when weāre stoned. What is it? Claim it was a deep-fake?
Nader: I tell dem you drove home.
Chantal: Th- thatās all? But, but, they saw I was so high that I couldnāt stand up!
Nader: Shush. Your viewers dumb. Weāre very smart. Dey never catch dat detail.
Chantal: Oh, thatās perfect! Weāll deflect from my being here by claiming I drove home completely smashed!
Fin.
Lights down, curtains close.
āThere is nothing wrong with your computer screen. Do not attempt to adjust the picture. We are controlling transmission. We will control the horizontal. We will control the vertical. We can change the focus to a soft blur, or sharpen it to crystal clarity. For the next few moments, sit quietly and we will control all that you see and read. You are about to participate in a great adventure. You are about to experience the awe and mystery, which reaches from the
Lights fade up to our Narrator.
Prologue
Two households, both alike in dignity,
(In fair Gatinau, where we lay our scene),
From weeks-old grudge break to new malignity,
Where awful food makes tar-stained hands unclean.
Betwixt the dripping loins of these two foes
This pair of star-crossed lovers writhe in lust,
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Doth with their streams bury their subscribersā trust.
Act I
Our heroine had been planning this day for weeks. She knew her subscribers were expecting a blow-out beeze, nothing like they had ever experienced. A 12-hour stream would suffice, filled with activities, both naughty and nice. But first, to the vet BBJ must go, or distrust from her viewers, her actions would sow.
~10:30 AM
Chantal: **Squaaaawwwk** I slept in - again!!!
Nader: Shush, or you get ze broom! My head hurting from all ze party favours you brought over. And is not āsleeping inā if do it always. Besides your VIBs are eejiuts!
Chantal: But I swore I was going to take BBJ to the vet. Then again, I do promise that every few weeksā¦ Oh well, Iāll just make a community post. Iām sure they wonāt remember that I promised to come on last night anyway.
Act II
Picture, if you will, a bowling ball, with George Costanzaās head on top, frantically driving far enough from the trap house to go live from an āanonymousā location, running over small animals and curbs along the way.
~12:30
Chantal: I suppose I might as well start my 12 hour stream. After all, itās already going to be after midnight by the time I can wrap it up.
~12:41
Lurches up to Starbucks drive-thru window, red-faced and raging. The cashier opens the window to be met with this face, gaping back at her.
Cashier: That will be $15.73 sir- oh sorry, I mean, maāam.
Chantal: Can you believe them?!?!
Cashier: Iām sorry, maāam, I donāt know what youāre talking about. Your pink drinks - the total comes to $15.73.
Chantal: My VIBs! They think that just because they pay 5 bucks a month, they have the right to hold ME accountable!!! Well, Iām not having it! I promised them 12 hours? Well letās see how they feel now that they donāt even get 12 minutes!!!
Cashier: Maāam, Iām still not sure what you mean, but youāre holding up the lineā¦
Chantal: Driving away after finally paying She totally wanted me.
Act III
The semi-mobile bowling ball stomps up the stairs to the Luxury Villa. Out of breath, angry, and coming down hard, she is met by her pet homunculus.
~1:20
Peetz: Oh hey, youāre finally home. Ready to take BBJ to the vet now?
Chantal: Uh, Peetz, I know youāre slow, but you gotta be out of your goddamned mind if you think Iām taking that cat to the fucking vet! Iām gonna lie, like I always do, take a wet-wipe shower, take a bunch of edibles, and head back to Naderās, where a real man is waiting for me!
Peetz: Um, um, um, thatās kinda ablist and a bit mysog-
Chantal: One more fucking word out of your mouth, and Iām cutting off your internet! Thatās right - no more ponies!
Peetz: Yes, maāam,
Act IV
The bowling ball, blasted out of her smooth mind, rolls erratically to the door of the trap house. She doesnāt know which way is up and can barely keep her trotters under her bulk.
Late afternoon
Nader: What are you doing here?
Chantal: Iām only here to apologize, it will only take a moment!
Nader: Den why you bring whole filming rig to strap to ze table?
They both wink, laugh, and embrace each other. Dollar signs and crack rocks floating around their heads.
Nader: What did you tell them?
Chantal: *Giggling* That I cant handle talking about you, that as a strong domestic abuse survivor it is triggering to me to even think about a place we were suppose to go one day!
Nader: And dey bought zhat?
Chantal: Of course! They donāt suspect us in the slightest. I even told them Iād only have time for family!
Nader: Great, You grab broom and I grab ze Coconut oil!
Act V
Both our heroes sit shocked and high in his disheveled room. CPAP parts and dirty, flag-sized underwear are strewn around the room. Despite their brilliant, impervious plan, it seems they have been busted, and now they sit, discussing what to do about their situation.
~10:00
Chantal: They think we both lied now! You said I wasnāt ever here, and I had been denying being here for days! And they saw me with no filter!!! What- what are we going to do??
Nader: Shut up! I have a plan.
Chantal: You always do, honey. Our brains always work best when weāre stoned. What is it? Claim it was a deep-fake?
Nader: I tell dem you drove home.
Chantal: Th- thatās all? But, but, they saw I was so high that I couldnāt stand up!
Nader: Shush. Your viewers dumb. Weāre very smart. Dey never catch dat detail.
Chantal: Oh, thatās perfect! Weāll deflect from my being here by claiming I drove home completely smashed!
Fin.
Lights down, curtains close.
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Who's going to break it Amber that she still won't be getting that crown back?
frenchie pouteene
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Holy shit, hostage video vibes. I've never seen her more defeated. I almost feel sorry for the people that believe her, but at this point, I can't see anyone feeling like that anymore. Maybe some of her vibs