🍗 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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- Dołączono
- 7 Lip 2020
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 doesn’t have 90k subscribers, after all, she doesn’t have to do the twelve hour stream. 
tigergrinder
kiwifarms.net
- Dołączono
- 5 Cze 2020
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.
muffintop madness
kiwifarms.net
- Dołączono
- 15 Sty 2022
She's currently at 90,017 Subs and dropping...
- Dołączono
- 18 Maj 2019
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.
Semen_Recycler
kiwifarms.net
- Dołączono
- 25 Sty 2021
We did it, reddit!
- Dołączono
- 4 Kwi 2019
Nader Elshamy - She ate my tuna
and said sorryq (01/26/2022)
*livechat txt
and said sorryq (01/26/2022)*livechat txt
- Dołączono
- 23 Gru 2021
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 can’t even commit to the responsibilities of taking her cat for a real check-up, so she DEFINITELY doesn’t 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 can’t even commit to the responsibilities of taking her cat for a real check-up, so she DEFINITELY doesn’t give a shit about her subscribers either. I hope they continue to see that, and the gunt reaps what she sows.
- Dołączono
- 1 Lis 2021
But she keeps buying more. She's so gross.
- Dołączono
- 24 Wrz 2019
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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- Dołączono
- 21 Lut 2018
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
- Dołączono
- 27 Paź 2021
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 “sneakers” these days).
I don’t 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, I’m not trying to see that bitch’s trotters. I’d like to preserve my appetite.
- Dołączono
- 15 Lut 2021
Is that her sub count or calorie count
Chinead O’Beezer
kiwifarms.net
- Dołączono
- 16 Lut 2021
How is this wildebeest still alive and beezing? I’m 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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- Dołączono
- 16 Gru 2019
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.
- Dołączono
- 26 Gru 2021
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.
“There 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.”
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 subscribers’ 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 “sleeping in” 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 weeks… Oh well, I’ll just make a community post. I’m sure they won’t remember that I promised to come on last night anyway.
Act II
Picture, if you will, a bowling ball, with George Costanza’s head on top, frantically driving far enough from the trap house to go live from an “anonymous” 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, it’s 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, ma’am.
Chantal: Can you believe them?!?!
Cashier: I’m sorry, ma’am, I don’t know what you’re 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, I’m not having it! I promised them 12 hours? Well let’s see how they feel now that they don’t even get 12 minutes!!!
Cashier: Ma’am, I’m still not sure what you mean, but you’re holding up the line…
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, you’re finally home. Ready to take BBJ to the vet now?
Chantal: Uh, Peetz, I know you’re slow, but you gotta be out of your goddamned mind if you think I’m taking that cat to the fucking vet! I’m gonna lie, like I always do, take a wet-wipe shower, take a bunch of edibles, and head back to Nader’s, where a real man is waiting for me!
Peetz: Um, um, um, that’s kinda ablist and a bit mysog-
Chantal: One more fucking word out of your mouth, and I’m cutting off your internet! That’s right - no more ponies!
Peetz: Yes, ma’am,
Act IV
The bowling ball, blasted out of her smooth mind, rolls erratically to the door of the trap house. She doesn’t know which way is up and can barely keep her trotters under her bulk.
Late afternoon
Nader: What are you doing here?
Chantal: I’m 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 don’t suspect us in the slightest. I even told them I’d 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 wasn’t 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 we’re stoned. What is it? Claim it was a deep-fake?
Nader: I tell dem you drove home.
Chantal: Th- that’s all? But, but, they saw I was so high that I couldn’t stand up!
Nader: Shush. Your viewers dumb. We’re very smart. Dey never catch dat detail.
Chantal: Oh, that’s perfect! We’ll deflect from my being here by claiming I drove home completely smashed!
Fin.
Lights down, curtains close.
“There 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 subscribers’ 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 “sleeping in” 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 weeks… Oh well, I’ll just make a community post. I’m sure they won’t remember that I promised to come on last night anyway.
Act II
Picture, if you will, a bowling ball, with George Costanza’s head on top, frantically driving far enough from the trap house to go live from an “anonymous” 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, it’s 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, ma’am.
Chantal: Can you believe them?!?!
Cashier: I’m sorry, ma’am, I don’t know what you’re 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, I’m not having it! I promised them 12 hours? Well let’s see how they feel now that they don’t even get 12 minutes!!!
Cashier: Ma’am, I’m still not sure what you mean, but you’re holding up the line…
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, you’re finally home. Ready to take BBJ to the vet now?
Chantal: Uh, Peetz, I know you’re slow, but you gotta be out of your goddamned mind if you think I’m taking that cat to the fucking vet! I’m gonna lie, like I always do, take a wet-wipe shower, take a bunch of edibles, and head back to Nader’s, where a real man is waiting for me!
Peetz: Um, um, um, that’s kinda ablist and a bit mysog-
Chantal: One more fucking word out of your mouth, and I’m cutting off your internet! That’s right - no more ponies!
Peetz: Yes, ma’am,
Act IV
The bowling ball, blasted out of her smooth mind, rolls erratically to the door of the trap house. She doesn’t know which way is up and can barely keep her trotters under her bulk.
Late afternoon
Nader: What are you doing here?
Chantal: I’m 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 don’t suspect us in the slightest. I even told them I’d 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 wasn’t 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 we’re stoned. What is it? Claim it was a deep-fake?
Nader: I tell dem you drove home.
Chantal: Th- that’s all? But, but, they saw I was so high that I couldn’t stand up!
Nader: Shush. Your viewers dumb. We’re very smart. Dey never catch dat detail.
Chantal: Oh, that’s perfect! We’ll deflect from my being here by claiming I drove home completely smashed!
Fin.
Lights down, curtains close.
Ostatnio edytowane:
- Dołączono
- 8 Sie 2020
Who's going to break it Amber that she still won't be getting that crown back?
frenchie pouteene
kiwifarms.net
- Dołączono
- 7 Sie 2020
- Dołączono
- 23 Kwi 2018
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