Good to finally see you Jackoffs again!
I didn't keep up with any of Jack's channels/social media while unable to access the Farms. The hatewatching and rubbernecking just doesn't feel the same without the company of this thread. Less fun(ny).
Now that I've gotten caught up...
*wow*. We're definitely in the homestretch. While my inner, milk-loving masochist would love to see this continue (and while it's true that Jack has survived numerous serious health emergencies [that usually kill people the first time around] by sheer dumb luck), I don't think he has much more time left. He could linger longer, but the milk is going to abruptly run dry someday soon, so get accustomed with other threads that pique your interest. He's disintegrating before our eyes. Too, too late for any course reversal. He's actively dying. Even Rob has thrown in the towel and lets his cynicism shine through now.
That "cookbook" is truly remarkable. Just the fact that it exists is mind-boggling because I always figured that Jack was too lazy to ever assemble a written compilation of his recipes in book form. He still hasn't achieved that with this dreck. My expectations were at rock bottom, but it turns out that I was being gratuitous and expecting better even then. Because GODDAMNIT, I can't believe how appallingly shoddy that is. Fucking hysterical that it fails miserably in every single aspect. There's not much else that I can say about it that hasn't already been said. Looking at that post announcing this garbage, I sense that Jack is starting to realize that his end is nigh, and he's developing that wistful feeling of wanting to write a book, as people sometimes do as they near death. A lot of people gain a sense of legitimacy when they get something published. It feels kind of like a "last hurrah," where he wants to cement a legacy (in addition to his channel) to outlive him after he passes. No, it's not his family- it's a fucking
cookbook, i.e. what he and many consider to be a mark of high prestige and achievement in the culinary world. He wants a sense of legitimacy and validation.
Fat, delusional, sociopathic, narcissistic twat.
I'd like to whip his useless legs
Dirty Rotten Scoundrels style, while he's "standing" at the counter, until he drops like a bag of rocks. I'd be tempted to do so if I was in Tammy's position, having to cart that wheelchair around...
