I cannot prove this, but I swear I’ve seen him wear hats and shirts with these designs and catchphrases before. I didn’t put Jack Scalfani’s swiss cheese brain to high standards or anything. Somehow I’m still disappointed. I guess I was hoping he’d come up with FUCKING SOMETHING.
It looks more like a shit attempt at a goatse line art. Jesus implies goatse.
I think it's the Atlantic ocean? Like, the shape on the right is Africa.
I actually like those canned fried onions, but not that casserole. It's a horrible thing to do to green beans imo. I do like green beans roasted from fresh, or one use I have for canned or fresh is in broth with just a bit of bacon or back bacon, served with a slotted spoon to drain.
Also the Romans would dilute it, and even considered drinking full strength wine something barbarians did. Drunkenness was stigmatized even among non-Christians, even though nearly everyone drank to some extent. Posca was a sort of ancient Gatorade they drank with diluted wine vinegar (for poor people and soldiers) and actual wine for people better off, with honey and maybe some herbs like anise or thyme.
As long as he keeps shoveling down the slop, we can't be far off from the stroke taking the speech section of his brain. Its gotta be associated to motor control somewhere right?
it shows the inside of his arteries
He isn't praying to God when he's on his knees, he's praying to BBC.
No shit. Like if you really use some item you "put it away." Idiot-ass stroked-out faggot brain-damage retard.
I just love the fact that there is absolutely no indication that these shirts are meant to represent a cooking channel.
I love the merchception on the yellow tee
Because he's slowly dying, and even he is starting to sense it amidst his deterioration. Knowing it's going to be soon, it's leading him to question whether he's truly going to be let into the pearly gates, despite the repeated assurances he was given by Murderchurch. Sure, he said the correct prayers, held the correct beliefs, and hated the correct reprobates...but how can *he* be certain that St. Peter isn't going to laugh, call him a lukewarm phony (Rev. 3:15-16), and press the gallows door that drops him into the lake of fire to spend eternity getting raped by Satan? This then creates a feeling of insecurity, which is causing him to scramble to "get his ducks in order" for when the inevitable kerplunk happens. Jack likely thinks that this endeavor will build his credibility with the man upstairs, and put him on more favorable footing for when the time comes.
Oh my gosh, that is completely unhinged. I guess I'm used to hearing the psalms approached more soberly, like embed related.
It'd be real funny if, as his day draws near, he realizes there's no way he's getting into heaven and starts feeling shame and guilt for the first and only time in his life.
If that's how St. Peter sends people to hell, Jack will get stuck in it like Homer Simpson:
