🍗 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

[Schmooo]

1. After not having had weed in a while she has lost whatever tolerance she from before but is taking the same amount she used to. She's also taking way too much in one sitting. Those bricks that she buys are meant to last weeks not hours.

Gunt keeps proclaiming she’s only medicating herself with the weed. She needs it, you goise!

THC, like alcohol, is a D E P R E S S A N T. So instead of medicating her, it’s sending her to the depths of depression. I realize she’s an idiot but the fact that she had no awareness of this fact is kind of staggering.

She can’t continue like this for very long. No normal human being can watch her livestreams when she barely moves and utters “yeah” every 90 seconds. She will soon have only Tracy and Turrdrop left, and those two won’t pay her bills.

As usual, Gunt is doing this all to herself, and I’m here for it (as the kids say).

the same shit she was doing when she'd green and sugar out eating Oh Henry and Twix bars with a jar of marshmallow fluff.

Oh my gosh I’ve been trying for months to find the video of the Live this screenshot came from, because if I’m recalling accurately, she was high as fuck (obvs) and plowed through a grocery order, on camera, for hours.

The only two food items I can remember from the Live are the infamous drinking-of-the-salad dressing from the bottle, and then the dipping-of-the-candy into marshmallow fluff. (See pic).

Does anyone possibly have the date of this masterpiece?

Also anyone have thoughts on what became of Gunt’s “inheritance” that was hanging on the wall by the stairs? Did it end up in the Dumpster with the chair, the sofa and the blue pot?

Spoiler: ETA

ETA: I’ve been addicted to almost everything: food, opiates, benzos and alcohol. Clean from all but every substance had a different withdrawal process. None of them good. You’re welcome.

 

[English muffin]

I honestly didn't think her streams could get any more boring than when she was in Syria, off camera and aggressively inhaling shisha (can't be fucked to check the spelling). At least there was a slight chance that a rogue missile would find her and get stuck in her folds. Not very exciting, but better than whatever this current arc is..
How sad of an existence it must be to drug yourself into a semi-comatose state, just to escape the consequences of your own actions.
I hope that she suffers a severe stroke, alone in that apartment, with only the cat to witness it, and I hope the cat will urinate on Chantal like Smokey did on her bed in the previous apartment

 

[w4vy_gr4vy]

I am more and more under the opinion that she finds living in Canada even more difficult than Syria

Of course it is. In Syria she could live like a queen(size) on whatever coppers she could grift from her coven of loyal retards and had her shit eating manservant taking care of anything resembling a grown up obligation in exchange for making coffee and sweeping a couple of floors. All she had to worry about was whether they had enough council electricity for her industrial strength fan that she sealed in front of 23 hours a day and shite internet.

Now she's back in fresh creamy Canada, and oh no! Suddenly she has to suffer such injustices as paying her own bills, getting her own fassfud and doing less than the bare minimum to look after the cat that she got of her own volition. In her KFG fuelled delusions she was getting off the plane from Syria and moving straight into the stylish three bedroom villa she feels she's entitled to and replacing one weak-spined brown retard with her good ol' reliable weak-spined white retard rather than slumming in pajeet housing. I thought she'd at least last until after Christmas for turkey and gibs, but if she somehow manages to scrape together enough coppers for a plane ticket then we might have Syria Pt 3 sooner than later...

 

[Thankgodimnot]

The problem with her current weed issues is threefold:

the 4th fold is that she is using it as a way to both "get back at salah" and to treat her emotions about being dumped (again).

But this time, and especially after mostly 3 years of little to no THC, (just on her visa runs), she's now got no reason to stop and it will be much, much harder to stop, should she ever find a reason to.

She "doesn't drink anymore, yuck," so this is her only crutch and she uses it to treat everything.

Just because you are a homeless drug addict who lives in a van doesn't mean you have any kind of special knowledge about drugs. You do not become physically dependent on opioids after 3 days.

Yep. That would mean everyone who's had serious dental work, a C-section, any kind of orthopedic injury, any surgical procedure, (thus being rx'd however many days/weeks of opioid pills), well they're allllll full-blown drug addicts now.

 

[Preciate it youtube]

[...] I am more and more under the opinion that she finds living in Canada even more difficult than Syria.

I'm starting to realize that this is ultimately about her refusal to reckon with her physical disability. While living with Salah or any other caretaker, she's able to forget or ignore her physical limitations and imagine herself as more able bodied, more independent than she actually is.

The recent story about kicking the paper bag brought this to mind for me. Who kicks an empty bag in their own home? Someone who can't, or is unwilling, to simply lean over and pick it up, look inside. This is a woman who can barely put her own socks on, a woman whose decision to leave Canada earlier this year was based in part on having to walk up a flight of stairs to enter her apartment.

She said recently her schedule in Syria was basically sealing, watching movies, and waking up at 11am when company arrived to roll over and boil them some coffee. She complained of the walking distance between the bedroom and bathroom in Salah's family home, and I doubt it's a palatial estate. Salah took over taking care of Julia, fetched fried food for Chantal daily. Probably the mere fact of having to walk to the door to accept doordash is a physical chore to Chantal, one she largely did not endure for the past three years.

So yeah, imagine anyone on My 600lb Life finding themselves suddenly forced to live without their enabler. Same deal.

 

[brooky]

I don't mind it being legal, just think a doctor should be involved at some step so people understand risks and can identify problems and perhaps also for dose control. Apparently Canada will have warning labels all over the shit soon which maybe solves the problem an easier way.

I know it's a pick your poison kind of thing but people do become sober or quit cigarettes, whereas if someone is predisposed to psychosis/schizophrenia and consumes enough weed - just once - they can end up in a psychiatric unit for the rest of their lives. From what I can remember it's about 1/10 people who are predisposed to it.

https://www.cbc.ca/radio/whitecoat/cannabis-induced-psychosis-bad-trip-1.7116217

If you think there's no hard-core alcoholics that become sober with permanently fucked up brains, and that those people vastly outnumber people who get psychosis from weed, then you are too naive to be on this website.

 

[KittiestKitty]

Right now, Chantal is damn near beyond unwatchable, and unfollowable, even through reaction channels. Her slip and slide off this mortal coil cannot come fast enough. Her existence is a slap in the face to all of us that work and pay our taxes. It is nice to see she is so miserable that not even drugs can take away the pain and discomfort. Go fuck yourself, Gunt, because none of us would have sex with you. Give me my fucking hats.

 

[Botchy Galoop]

She seems like those individuals who spent years in prison and after being released cannot cope with life on the outside and re-offend just to be put back in jail.

This is one of the most accurate descriptions of Chantal I have seen itt.
Chantal IS a prisoner.
She is physically a prisoner in that she is encased in a painful fat suit. It makes me claustrophobic to even imagine being trapped in a body that is more like a suit of concrete than flesh. Not to be able to participate in common human movement, like walking, bending...breathing, for fucks sake. This is nightmare fuel.

Even worse, she is a prisoner of her mental illness. What few brain cells remain are constantly looping in a tighter and tighter circle, with no escape, no resolution. Round and round and round and round and round and round.

Maddeningly, this was all of her own doing. She lives in a country with "cradle to grave" medical treatment. If only she would have ever made the choice to participate and engage with treatment. So when Chantal's story starts becoming more tragedy than comedy for me, I have to remind myself that THIS IS WHAT FREE WILL LOOKS LIKE. THIS IS THE PRISON SHE CHOSE.

I get why many find this arc boring...and yet I cannot look away and I wonder-How low can she go??

 

[a hapless toad]

Edit: I hope she is as street smart and as niggardly as DSP is and at least charges everything related to her streams as "business expenses" (which in this case would be mountains of food and tons of weed gummies) but I would guess da taxman would find issue with both of them and she's too useless and disorganized to give a shit.

lol you think chantal files her tax returns

 

[Boonum]

This is one of the most accurate descriptions of Chantal I have seen itt.
Chantal IS a prisoner.
She is physically a prisoner in that she is encased in a painful fat suit. It makes me claustrophobic to even imagine being trapped in a body that is more like a suit of concrete than flesh. Not to be able to participate in common human movement, like walking, bending...breathing, for fucks sake. This is nightmare fuel.

Even worse, she is a prisoner of her mental illness. What few brain cells remain are constantly looping in a tighter and tighter circle, with no escape, no resolution. Round and round and round and round and round and round.

Maddeningly, this was all of her own doing. She lives in a country with "cradle to grave" medical treatment. If only she would have ever made the choice to participate and engage with treatment. So when Chantal's story starts becoming more tragedy than comedy for me, I have to remind myself that THIS IS WHAT FREE WILL LOOKS LIKE. THIS IS THE PRISON SHE CHOSE.

I get why many find this arc boring...and yet I cannot look away and I wonder-How low can she go??

Why can’t this dosed up narwhal name her goddamn cat? As the beezers keep manfully trying to offer suggestions, Chantal continues to sit there squinting into the camera stoned out of her gourd and ignoring them all . One eager beezer even suggested a grift on a plate - “we pay for the chance to name your cat” or some such bullshittery - but even the thought of easy idiot cash failed to inspire her . To name a pet is the simplest act of pet ownership . Is it apathy, laziness or maybe it’s just that she’s exhausted by all the excellent decisions she’s made so.far and the poor thing will forever remain anonymous

 

[Botchy Galoop]

Why can’t this dosed up narwhal name her goddamn cat?

Total armchair analysis?
Chantal has always used her pets as anchors. They connect her to places and people. They bind her and she hopes that they bind her partners to a type of inescapable family.
This poor new kitten is unnamed because Chantal DOES NOT WANT TO BE TIED TO HER CURRENT REALITY. She is unable to even find pleasure and connection with another living being right now. If she acknowledges this living being , she must accept her own reality. She is so dissociated that not even the needs of another being matter. It is ultimately selfish and the height of self-absorption that denies the wee cat an identity.

To accept and name the beastie is to accept her current situation.

addendum: even in her totally greened out state, I did see signs of Chantal taking momentary pleasure in the kitten. That is a good sign for both Chantal and the kit, so don't despair too much. Cats are known to save the lives of humans, if only to make their own life more pleasurable.

 

[False and Misleading]

THC, like alcohol, is a D E P R E S S A N T. So instead of medicating her, it’s sending her to the depths of depression.

I'd just like to interject for a moment -

Alcohol/THC is a CNS depressant. This does not mean you will become depressed from it - it simply means that it slows down or otherwise interferes with brain activity, particularly GABA receptors. This is also what some anti-depressants do. If you have anxiety, anti-depressants, alcohol, and THC will often make you less psychologically depressed due to the CNS depression. How that applies to the Gunt I would leave to your imagination.

 

[Spinach Souffle]

It's live

 

[w4vy_gr4vy]

Apparently it's nobody's business if this fat wreck droives around high.

 

[Chorton]

It's live
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Still fat, slurry, and gross.





Sick, can't taste, been watching shows.

"You guys wanna go out... maybe I should rent a car monthly, but what would we do?"

"I miss Julia... I'm still in-between, you know what I mean, I just have to take that final bite... you know, really sink my teeth into a new life."

"It's a huge adjustment and transition period... it's what I wanted, how am I so miserable, sounds so ungrateful but...."

 

[Random Internet Person]

I'd just like to interject for a moment -

Alcohol/THC is a CNS depressant. This does not mean you will become depressed from it - it simply means that it slows down or otherwise interferes with brain activity, particularly GABA receptors. This is also what some anti-depressants do. If you have anxiety, anti-depressants, alcohol, and THC will often make you less psychologically depressed due to the CNS depression. How that applies to the Gunt I would leave to your imagination.

We’ve gotten to the point where we’re discussing pot. All I can say is this: There’s a reason they call it dope. And Chantal is a dope.

 

[LiquidChrisRespecter]

ENHANCE.

Spoiler: 🤢

 

[The Queen of Autists]

A loathsome beast, left to her druthers, such has become our dear Chantal.

 

[TrainWreckSpotter]

It irritates me when people opine about what Chins should do. NOTHING HAS and NOTHING WILL work for her, and most importantly....she doesn't wanna!

• After the cheese-induced "psyche emerg," she was fast-tracked into a weight loss program, which is the opportunity of a fatty's lifetime. She was assigned a phycologist, a psychiatrist, a dietician, and a weight loss doctor. Instead of being grateful for that once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and putting in a modicum of effort, she quit after a week.
• When she moved to Kuwait, which could have been life-changing, she had the opportunity to eat healthier and exercise more, with the gentle encouragement of her huzzband in an entirely new setting. She also had a diabetes clinic, nutrition clinic, and obesity clinic at her disposal. Instead, she became fatter and lazier. She even managed to get fatter and lazier in Syria, with very limited access to fast food and the introduction of a social circle. The very thought of being expected to socialize sent her into tantrums, though.
• Even being locked up, either in jail or in an impatient facility would be temporary, because she would eventually be released and go back to her old ways. Her ex-friend Shannon said that the only time she lost a noticeable amount of weight was when she returned from Katimavik, because she didn't have any access to the food she wanted and was forced to be more active. She started packing on the pounds again as soon as she got back. She still looks back on Katimavik as the greatest achievement of her life. Imagine, peaking at 15.

No matter what opportunity is offered to help her turn her life around, she not only advances, but she regresses further. She's a psychological (though certainly not physical) Benjamin Button. While it's possible that she could have a Tammy Slaton-style Come to Jesus moment, I ain't holding my breath.

 

[Mirrors]

I'm starting to realize that this is ultimately about her refusal to reckon with her physical disability. While living with Salah or any other caretaker, she's able to forget or ignore her physical limitations and imagine herself as more able bodied, more independent than she actually is.

I hope she comes to the same conclusion and gets one of those live in feeder boyfriends like Amberlynn. Preferably an insane attention seeker. It would really inject some fresh blood into her story and would stave off the inevitable homeless/move in with family/state nursing home arc. Just not Peetz please. I'm actually kind of impressed he hasn't caved into moving back in with her yet