🎨 Artcow Iconoclast / Jonathan Mack Sweet - The Chris-Chan of Arkansas

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@Adamska has the right of it, this truly is one of the core underrated threads in Farms history and I try to recommend it every chance I get

Regarding Little Caesars, I used to love it once upon a time (back when it was kinda good and/or my little kid taste buds couldn't tell the difference) and now I eat it once a year. Last time I tried any was in... May? And yeah little me was tarded :lol:

Their pizza isn’t good at all, but little caesars breadsticks are the shit.
 
Hmm... I actually think he might not get evicted on behavioral issues given he's a spineless and passive-aggressive coward. If anything it'd be due to him not being told you need to keep rent money in reserve and he just blows it all on Caesar's Pizza, the Taco Bell dollar menu, and on scams that Ma can't stop him from falling into.

By the way, I'm doing a re-read of this thread, and it's a similarly fun ride as it was the first time. I almost forgot how open he was about about being a horrible little gremlin of a man; like the time he used Ma's gang-related beating (the one where he hid in the house and refused to do anything to help her after phoning the police) for pity and/or to justify why he thinks black folk are subhuman monsters. Or the time he was too stupid to find a phone in a clinic for 8 hours. Or the time where he victim blames dead chicks in shootings because he's a legit virgin with rage.

I really do advocate doing a rerun at one point for anyone who just leaps into the current pages; it's fucking amazing.
Don't forget when a young woman from the other forums he was part of spoke up about being sexually harassed by a college classmate, and Sweetmeats suggested that she'd led him on or otherwise "asked for it."

But he's just a lovable scoundrel, you guys, really!
 
Now that Sweets has his own place, is he peeing in the toilet like he's supposed to?
 
Now that Sweets has his own place, is he peeing in the toilet like he's supposed to?

Good question. I suspect that the sinks in his apartment will need a very thorough sandblasting when he departs.

I wonder if he brought the Mason jars of the U.S. Strategic Urine Reserve with him when he exited the Mold Palice.
 
What kind of furniture do you think his swingin' bachelor pad has? A thirty year old bed, a broken down desk and some pee jars. Also the Great Blytheville Diamond and the rotting cat's head. Well, now that he has an apartment he's one step closer to living the "dorms, but with hookers and childrens' cartoons " dream. This can only get better. I just wish he updated more often, but I'm halfway convinced he bricked his computer and can only update when a relative drives him to the library.

I wonder who set up his TV at the new place.
 
Don't forget when a young woman from the other forums he was part of spoke up about being sexually harassed by a college classmate, and Sweetmeats suggested that she'd led him on or otherwise "asked for it."

But he's just a lovable scoundrel, you guys, really!
That was hideous, because that was also when Jonny was also mocking her and @Holdek for having depression. All while spamming red herrings so he could REEE at liberals, duck out of owning up that he was on the dole, and telling different versions of the time he tried to murder his brother and the time he let his mom nearly die from a gang beating to avoid having to put any blame on himself.

And remember this: he cried that we were abusing him after he came to this thread to start shit... 14 months after it died... and then again 2 months after it died again.
 
Why did Sweet use pee jars anyway?

It's just one small segment of the broad array of mental illness that is Jonathan Mack Sweet. He's always been fascinated by his urine and feces. He was so proud of one of his bowel movements that he photographed it and posted the image on the internet. He doesn't understand that this behavior is grossly abnormal in adults. ("Nobody told me!")

I believe he has also posted that it's a waste of his valuable time to walk to the bathroom when there's a capacious jar within easy reach. But that's probably just his cover story.
 
New Iconoclast birthday blog, featuring farting and the inevitable delusional musings on his glorious journalism career. Sadly, no more details about the new apartment, and we still don't know where Mama Sweet is. On the bright side, it looks like someone definitely set up his Obamacable, so he can watch many shows aimed at adolescents.

https://www.deviantart.com/haggismccrablice/journal/Sep-14-2018-763975741

Sep 14, 2018
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Happy birthday to me! I'm an old fart of forty-three. So how better to celebrate than with this?...




Yesterday was not just my birthday, but the 22nd anniversary of my first article for The Herald, a piece about a big upcoming ag conference. So, I guess we should also celebrate the birthday of my newspaper career, dead at the all-too-brief age of six months by strangulation at the hands of a spiteful little glorified copy boy.



All I ever really wanted to do was draw some funny little cartoons for the school newspaper. If I hadn't gotten so caught up in that oh-so-addicting lifestyle... if I hadn't been so swayed by the fawning, if insincere, attention, and wild, lavish gifts that lifestyle entailed ... if someone had warned me beforehand about the world of intrigue, overreaching ambitions, secret resentments boiling just below the surface, petty little jealousies, and vicious gossip and backstabbing that I was about to enter... I really think I would have been a lot better off today. I worked hard. I did everything right. I just never realized what it was I had gotten into, or what was soon to come. Nothing that happened was my fault. I was simply in way over my head and couldn't see it 'til it was too late.


Oh, well. Celebrated my big day by walking the dogs, sketching a couple pages, walking the dogs again, then on to a quick shower and sitting down to a big spaghetti dinner... washed down, of course, with a grape soda, the perfect (non-alcoholic) beverage to compliment an Italian meal.




Capped off a pretty good day by finishing the last four episodes of Riverdale (Jughead is my spirit animal) and beginning my binge of Gotham(is that black gal, Fish, trying to channel memories of a leather-clad Eartha Kitt circa 1968?) Next marathon-watch: iZombie. I never even knew they renewed the show for two more seasons. I've missed so many episodes; so lost, must catch up.

Adios for this week.
 
Might as well spork this as a very merry unbirthday present for you guys:
One Year Closer to Death said:
Happy birthday to me! I'm an old fart of forty-three. So how better to celebrate than with this?...
Getting treatment for your cluster B personality disorders and intentional delusions to take the blame off yourself would be a wonderful present for yourself honestly.
Ancient Delusion said:
Yesterday was not just my birthday, but the 22nd anniversary of my first article for The Herald, a piece about a big upcoming ag conference. So, I guess we should also celebrate the birthday of my newspaper career, dead at the all-too-brief age of six months by strangulation at the hands of a spiteful little glorified copy boy.
I wonder if his first "article" was as poorly attributed, off topic, inappropriate, embarrassing, and piss poor as his other ones? Because we do have a couple of his on hands, and Jonny spent more time trying and failing to land jokes than reporting on the product. The Ross Perot article comes to mind, as well as the one where he reveals to all who read it he pees in jars.

Either way, Jonny again chooses to lie to himself by ignoring how he did things like act like a spazz in public, curse out photographers dozens of times simply for taking photos of the room he's in, chew peanuts behind people in an autistic way to get attention, and last but not least regularly intruding on conversations. Remember he did this for years at the college, and months in the paper whenever he chose to darken their doorstep. Also remember these subhuman and savage behaviors were ones he could fully control while in class. Take the L you fucking baby; the boot was on you.
No Artistic Talent said:
All I ever really wanted to do was draw some funny little cartoons for the school newspaper.
The problem is you only write and create for yourself. Only you like the stuff you make, as evidenced by minimal sales on everything you've produced.
Acted Like a Lunatic said:
If I hadn't gotten so caught up in that oh-so-addicting lifestyle
Translation: If only I didn't act like a complete and raging spazz outside of class.
Lying to Himself to Stave off Suicide said:
if I hadn't been so swayed by the fawning, if insincere, attention, and wild, lavish gifts that lifestyle entailed ...
Translation: I am choosing to believe the used bottles, the pennied in door, and the scummy poster of Pam were gifts, and not the trash and silent rebukes for my shitty behavior they were. I have commented especially that I never got over a dollar, and try desperately to sell it as luxury. I also confuse looks of annoyance with adoration due to face blindness. Lastly, I am trying to argue that a mildly unpleasant lodging for the average human was luxurious due to living in a hovel all my life.
Too Autistic to Understand Social Mores said:
if someone had warned me beforehand about the world of intrigue, overreaching ambitions, secret resentments boiling just below the surface, petty little jealousies, and vicious gossip and backstabbing that I was about to enter...
Translation: Like the quote title implies; I confuse basic social niceties with shit from a spy thriller movie due to my utter inability to understand human beings.
Chooses to Fail and Live On Dole said:
I really think I would have been a lot better off today.
Not with your fucked biochemistry Jonny. Normal humans don't try and murder people or autistically hold grudges longer than people have lived.
Hilarious Lie said:
I worked hard.
That's why he's never bothered to use the Bach degree to write in online periodicals or journals. Or why he's never bothered to do any marginal change in life that he actually does have the means for.
DarkSydePhil said:
I did everything right.
That's why Jonny currently lives in an apartment due to being too lazy and stupid to fix the mold problem that his house likely got torn down for.
PITY ME FOR MY OWN IDIOCY said:
I just never realized what it was I had gotten into, or what was soon to come.
Jonny also never realized that with minimal effort he could unfuck his life. Even with a crowd of people telling him how.
Cannot Take the Blame said:
Nothing that happened was my fault.
This is the core reason your life is shit. You cannot accept that you are at fault for most of your problems and thus refuse to fix them or do anything about them. This is also why I believe you'll die alone on the streets, starving to death due to being too stupid to figure out how to manage your tugboat.
No One Told Me said:
I was simply in way over my head and couldn't see it 'til it was too late.
Translation: I believed college was like Revenge of the Nerds and all the stuff Uncle TV told me and unleashed my inner monstrous tard in public for years on end, being really fucking lucky that I was not ejected sooner for this reprehensible behavior.

The Worst Birthday said:
Oh, well. Celebrated my big day by walking the dogs, sketching a couple pages, walking the dogs again, then on to a quick shower and sitting down to a big spaghetti dinner... washed down, of course, with a grape soda, the perfect (non-alcoholic) beverage to compliment an Italian meal.
I wonder if Jonny slammed his face into the meal, groaning and grunting as the noodles are horked down with a desperate unholy hunger? That's just the mental image I get whenever Jonny boy talks about how he eats. I'll chime in that it's a lame move to go for storebrand grape when Wal-Mart has Grapette for like 88 cents per 2 liter though Jonny. Better tasting too. Though I guess I should applaud you for it since it means you have one less piss jug for when you go utter couch potato.
More Vegetable than Gray Matter said:
Capped off a pretty good day by finishing the last four episodes of Riverdale (Jughead is my spirit animal) and beginning my binge of Gotham(is that black gal, Fish, trying to channel memories of a leather-clad Eartha Kitt circa 1968?) Next marathon-watch: iZombie. I never even knew they renewed the show for two more seasons. I've missed so many episodes; so lost, must catch up.
And naturally Thumb Bumbo ends his run by mindlessly watching what Uncle TV shows him. I reckon someone finally showed him how to Netflix and how it's cheaper and less annoying than TV.
 
Translation: I believed college was like Revenge of the Nerds and all the stuff Uncle TV told me and unleashed my inner monstrous tard in public for years on end, being really fucking lucky that I was not ejected sooner for this reprehensible behavior.

Revenge of the Nerds is a highbrow comedy of manners with Wildean social commentary compared to Jon's literally tarded view of his own life. If I read anything about the "wild, lavish gifts" or the "sumptuous" institutional food service from anyone else, I'd assume they were being ironic, but this is what Jon actually believes.

Incidentally, it would be completely unethical to take "wild, lavish gifts" as a journalist. Most employers in the field prohibit taking so much as a doughnut.
 
"NOTHING WAS MY FAULT," the mating cry of the common Missouran thumb-head.

Wanted to point out that our pal Sweetchuck got a mention on The F Plus, episode 148. It's an episode about TV Tropes and he's quoted on the best onomatopoeia for farts. Because of course.

Do you think Sweetums would be good F Plus material? Maybe we could put together a document about him.
 
New Iconoclast birthday blog, featuring farting and the inevitable delusional musings on his glorious journalism career. Sadly, no more details about the new apartment, and we still don't know where Mama Sweet is. On the bright side, it looks like someone definitely set up his Obamacable, so he can watch many shows aimed at adolescents.

https://www.deviantart.com/haggismccrablice/journal/Sep-14-2018-763975741

"Oh, well. Celebrated my big day by walking the dogs, sketching a couple pages, walking the dogs again, then on to a quick shower and sitting down to a big spaghetti dinner... washed down, of course, with a grape soda, the perfect (non-alcoholic) beverage to compliment an Italian meal."

I think the dog-walking quote from The Giant Brain inadvertently reveals -- as is so often the case with Thumbskull -- that he's still living with Mommy. No one -- no one! -- would trust him to take care of pets on his own. (Even in Arkansas, bestiality is probably a grievous faux pas, if not actually illegal.)

I think he has not mentioned Mommy's presence in the apartment because he is actually aware ("Somebody told me.") that this is an abnormal living arrangement for a man of his years. Remember how enraged he became after he let slip that he was Mommy's ward in the Mold Palace? "She lives with me!"

Notice also that he didn't buy or prepare "the big spaghetti dinner." He "sat down to" it. He's always autistically precise in these details. Mommy, who is living there, made the spaghetti.
 
Nice catch on him accidentally revealing he's still too lazy and childish to live out on his own (even as he pretends to say he's there for her). I mean, I pretty much assumed Jonny was still living with his poor mother, yeah. Mainly because it just requires less leaps of logic to assume that mommy set up the lease and that Jonny still is her unfortunate responsibility than Jonny learning how to do it and actually live on his own (like his dream is, but he's too lazy and whiny to ever do it. Plus he'd lose the money to a conman lickety split). This is also why I again believe he's fucked once Ma croaks.
 
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