💼 Careercow Jack Russell Scalfani / Cooking With Jack / Jack on the Go Show / jakatak - YouTube "Celebrity" "Chef", Living Encyclopedia of Gluttony-Induced Maladies, Salmonella Elemental

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When will Jack drop dead?

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  • Sometime in 2025

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  • Jack lives forever. The Wendigo Must Consoom

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I don't know how Jack can look at his older brother who is in the best shape of his life at 60 and not feel remorse or a single bit of personal guilt for his own situation. If he showed just once some genuine responsibility and humility, he would be harder to dislike.

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The great thing is that Charles plays an active role in making sure Jagoff keeps having strokes. Charles is a retard like Jack albeit not at the same level. He loves sperging about "vegan propaganda" and carbs being the devil. Unlike Charles though Jagoff has no ability to regulate portion sizes or actually limit his sugar intake. Jack will make repeated concessions to consume sugar-laden foods that he likes (Cake, Cinnamon roll) and still have act like a diet-conscious diabetic later on without even a hint of shame.
 
It would be better off if they just stuck a Foley catheter up his dickhole and let him pee into a collection bag. That way they wouldn't have to drag him to the toilet every single time.

And you just know that he's such a spiteful little bitch that he'd deliberately pee all over the floor to make a point and then later say, "I couldn't hold it any longer and I called a half hour ago so it's your fault!" Meanwhile the head nurse once again points to the portable urinal by his bed and says he needs to use that if nobody can come to get to him in time. And you just know they have those there.
I'm actually sure that is what happened. He really does seem capable of that.
 
I find it amusing that out of everything Jack could complain or bitch about (we know hes not doing any PT cause hed bitch about that the MOST) its the food. Even when he about to piss himself because hes unwilling to use a urinal or attempt to muster some strength to get to a toilet and demands help, he is at most just annoyed. Its the food he is most irritated and pissed off about to the extend he posts daily and films himself complaining about the food there, most of which he shouldnt even be concerned with. The fact he can say he wont eat pancakes and then complain that a slice of cake is too small is a point of annoyance to him that is higher than not having to wipe your own ass is why Jack is pure cow. No sane or rational human can make those leaps of judgement or have their priorities that skewed.

Im just waiting (or more so wishing) for this to eventually happen to Jack.
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The right arm is the fully dead one, at best you could put some kinds of exoskeleton on the left one to restore some function, other than as a selfie stick arm.
 
So, Jack's brother is also a fucking idiot I see.
When I first became aware of Charles, I was sympathetic and thought, okay, so there is an analog of my own perspective in Jack's life, this noodly, self-serious brother he ignores. I agree with Charles about portion control and limiting junk food, but ultimately he is the meatfag who got Jack into "keto", which in practice has him basically speedrunning metabolic disorder. Charles also follows Jordan Peterson and Andrew Tate on twitter, which suggests to me he has some disordered ideas about his own masculinity. So yeah, I don't stan.
 
I find it amusing that out of everything Jack could complain or bitch about (we know hes not doing any PT cause hed bitch about that the MOST) its the food. Even when he about to piss himself because hes unwilling to use a urinal or attempt to muster some strength to get to a toilet and demands help, he is at most just annoyed. Its the food he is most irritated and pissed off about to the extend he posts daily and films himself complaining about the food there, most of which he shouldnt even be concerned with. The fact he can say he wont eat pancakes and then complain that a slice of cake is too small is a point of annoyance to him that is higher than not having to wipe your own ass is why Jack is pure cow. No sane or rational human can make those leaps of judgement or have their priorities that skewed.

Im just waiting (or more so wishing) for this to eventually happen to Jack.
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Not gonna PL but pretty much the #1 thing most nursing home residents complain about is the food. Taste is one of the last feelings that go out on older people.

The food even at "nice" facilities is actually pretty shitty Sycso/cafeteria level stuff.

But - for the residents that aren't assholes, the staff will get them more condiments, spices, extra desserts, sodas etc.

Jack pressing the alert button for more mustard means he got a diaper/catheder change.
 
So what do you all think of the likelihood of Jack ever walking again? I recon Jack would love puttering around in an electric scooter and parking in the disabled parking space. But needing Tammy to haul him onto the toilet might hurt his pride.
 
So what do you all think of the likelihood of Jack ever walking again? I recon Jack would love puttering around in an electric scooter and parking in the disabled parking space. But needing Tammy to haul him onto the toilet might hurt his pride.
It's Jack. If it means even the slightest amount of work, he won't do it. I'd be surprised if he's even complying with the physical terrorist, because if he were, he'd be bitching up a storm about it. Instead, he hasn't even mentioned it. He's gimped for life. He now has one barely functional limb. He is basically a bowling ball shaped torso with dead shit coming out of it.
 
The right arm is the fully dead one, at best you could put some kinds of exoskeleton on the left one to restore some function, other than as a selfie stick arm.
Nothing a horizontal flip can't fix (and for me to get better acquainted with Gimp):
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And I just noticed the gunt. 😆
 
The voices from the telephone were still pouring forth their tales of cheeseburgers and fried chicken and soda, but the laughter outside his room had died down a little. The nurses were turning back to their work. One of them approached with the pancakes. Jack, lying in a blissful dream, paid no attention as his plate was set before him. He was not running or cheering any longer. He was back in the Burger King, with everything forgiven, his soul white as snow. He was in the public chair, eating everything, implicating everybody. He was being pushed down the brown-tiled corridor, with the feeling of walking in sunlight, and a Filipino woman at his back. The long-hoped-for stroke was entering his brain.
He gazed up at his enormous face in the mirror. Twenty years it had taken him to learn what kind of man was hidden underneath the gray stubble. O cruel, needless misunderstanding! O stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving mommywife! Two meat-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Butter.​
 
I think it's both. I've noticed in several of the Jack Rest Meals that things that come in pairs are delivered singular. At first I thought they were fucking with him, or following some diet plan bullshit, but I could totally see them skimping on food to cut costs.

Like the first meal he was given was clearly meant for someone who wasn't mentally there but could still use a fork to shovel food in maw.
Either way, Jack can buy his own fucking mustard packets.

They should just serve him hot pockets. Healthy? FUCK NO. Fits the wendigo's craving bracket? FUCK YES.
Jack doesn't ever snap a picture of the entire tray. He selectively takes pictures of shit, and we know they have other portions of the meal in separate containers/bowls/plates. He hides what he's been given because he knows he can't bitch about that stuff, but he will bitch about pancakes he supposedly won't eat or cry like a baby that his potatoes didn't have a fist full of cheese on top. And we know this because he fails at leaving out corners of other plates and shit on the trays, sometimes of which are cake and shit. Fatty getting under 5,000 calories a day is equivalent to a concentration camp in his mind, and he doesn't know what 2,000 calories spread out across 3 meals actually looks like. So yeah, when he does only take a picture of part of what he's being served, he can make it look like the place is horrible. He also won't show the complete ticket that presumably shows what he ordered or what arrived either and we know that ticket exists because we've seen part of it.
 
I'm mainly just quoting this one because reminder this whiny fat faggot who hides cakes in his complaint photos is a type 2 diabetic and just survived a bilateral stroke. What an unrepentent asshole. This is almost as bad as when he spammed the call button just to hurl abuse at the nurse for not getting mustard for his giant polska sausage.

Really proving he's just as big a cunt who needed beatings as he was back when he made his whinge blog back in '03.
 
Jack is prob just seething about and amount of money the home costs, so he wants his money's worth by making sure he gets butter on his biscuits and nurses carting him over to the toilet.
 
Welp, my creative juices overflowed and convinced me to make these monstrosities. Introducing...
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JaaJ ScallacS
And his quadriplegic twin, KccK Inaffani:
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