This is one of those things that boggles my mind about death fats. Jack is literally killing himself with food, but he chooses the absolute shittiest food to do it with. Any one of these meals could be his last and he's going to fucking s*bw*y of all places.
Jack's standards only exist in the moment and to suit his current need to be a miserable little shit. He'll overlook anything if he's hungy and nothing if he's angy.
It is healthier in a manner of speaking considering some of the sandwiches are low in fat which concerns some people. So in that sense it is.
All that means is he moved his legs a bit when Hammy was pushing him around in his wheelchair.
Now I'm picturing Jack, head lolling, mouth sagging open, hopping in something like this, so thank you and goddamn you.
What's crazier, is that Subway has normalized eating an entire loaf of bread in one sitting.
This is such incredible perfection as a Jack post that I'm honestly in awe. There's just so many fatty layers to this.
This is two things that Mushbrain doesn't like. Thinking and exercise.
Jack, just because the poor soul recognized you doesn't mean they liked you.
They literally have these in some Bariatric Sections of Hospitals to help with physical therapy. They use Hoyer lifts to get Morbidly Obese people in and out of bed if they can't walk to lift them into a wheelchair or stretcher. These ones are specially designed to go under the legs like the baby swing they have straps with buckles that hook onto a machine with a pulley system this is all connected to a track system built into the ceiling. This way they have them stand and try to walk following the ceiling track with a walker but if they start to fall, they can hit a button and they're pulled up to prevent falling.
Wouldn't it be easier just to euthanize them?
Certainly, but that option has long been resisted by QSR lobbying concerns. The fast-food industry would be crippled without the great American landwhale. Jack's glee at discovering the hospital Subway is proof positive.
I didn't know you were Canadian.
Hell, I don't believe that happened. At best the person recognized him from one of the brian tsao or august the duck videos shitting on his cooking.
More like Jack didn't get enough Ranch dressing on his Chicken Bacon Cheese and Ranch Explosion Foot Long and pissilly slurred and muttered about being a VERY popular internet chef and reviewer. The worker gave several wows before adding half a bottle of fat sauce and shoving a free cookie in to his gnarled hand.
Some part of me wants to invoke Occam's Razor and say, as they do, "r/thathappened" in response to his claim.