I literally laughed at the thought of a tornado attempting to throw a wendigo.
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I love that he's posting this right before he strokes out on a carnivore diet and only internet autists will grasp the full irony of it allGod damn.
Just imagine being a stewardess or a random passenger on Jack's flight back home.
How the fuck can they afford all this shit, Tammy must be making 100k as a financial consultant but is it enough for their house and lifestyle? Jack spending all her money on food and appliances like a good consoomer.Meanwhile, Jack and company are stuffing down turkey legs at Orlando studios, Florida.
No, plane seats have not gotten smaller in the last couple years. Fatty is just getting fatter.God damn.
Just imagine being a stewardess or a random passenger on Jack's flight back home.
How the fuck can they afford all this shit, Tammy must be making 100k as a financial consultant but is it enough for their house and lifestyle? Jack spending all her money on food and appliances like a good consoomer.
I'm guessing they're burning through the money they made from selling their last house.How the fuck can they afford all this shit, Tammy must be making 100k as a financial consultant but is it enough for their house and lifestyle? Jack spending all her money on food and appliances like a good consoomer.
The funny thing is that Jack doesn't consider himself one of those "people" that are getting bigger. There have been multiple instances where Jack has talked shit about other obese and handicapped people while remaining completely oblivious to the irony.God damn.
Just imagine being a stewardess or a random passenger on Jack's flight back home.
God damn.
Just imagine being a stewardess or a random passenger on Jack's flight back home.
Even among the hardcore builder population, the percentage of people who needs to cut sleeves off of hoodies to fit their arms in comfortably is like 0.001%. Jack Jr just thinks it makes him look bad assThe joke being he's not that swole. So why is he so insistent on wearing his hoodie that way? The hood is always up, the sleeves are removed and he's always looking like a complete douchebag.
And it's even more hilarious when those people are smaller or less disabled than he is. Like when he bitched about blind people at a themepark... Fatty can't even go on rides, or move without a damned scooter.The funny thing is that Jack doesn't consider himself one of those "people" that are getting bigger. There have been multiple instances where Jack has talked shit about other obese and handicapped people while remaining completely oblivious to the irony.
If this Carnivore diet doesn't kill him by the end of 2024, it'll be proof of one or two things. There is no God and/or a Wendigo is stronger than God.But now I see him slurring his words with his mushbrain, dead arm laying limp by his side, mobility scootering everywhere, trying to choke down a pound of MEAT down his stroked out throat while claiming he is going to switch diets -- not to healthy foods of course, but more MEAT, and you know what? This is what he deserves. This is 100% what this dumbass deserves -- a barely functioning life, a barely functioning brain, constantly on the verge of another stroke as his life devolves into endless suffering as he's too much of a self-important retard to accept that it is his, and only his, fault that things have turned out this way.
The saddest part is, despite him being trapped in a rapidly decaying prison of flesh, he doesn't care. It would be hell for anyone else, to witness their faculties slip away one by one, but not Jack. As long as he has one arm to stuff his face with, he's perfectly content. If the next stroke takes away his "good" arm, then we might get to see some suffering, as he'll have to wait for Mommy Wife to feed him and she can't be around 24/7.Fuck's sake...
I just finished reading ~3k pages about this fat fuck and I think it has changed my entire worldview. At first I thought he was the embodiment of cosmic apathy, that the fact that he somehow managed to survive when better people were taken before their time was proof that there was no loving god.
But now I see him slurring his words with his mushbrain, dead arm laying limp by his side, mobility scootering everywhere, trying to choke down a pound of MEAT down his stroked out throat while claiming he is going to switch diets -- not to healthy foods of course, but more MEAT, and you know what? This is what he deserves. This is 100% what this dumbass deserves -- a barely functioning life, a barely functioning brain, constantly on the verge of another stroke as his life devolves into endless suffering as he's too much of a self-important retard to accept that it is his, and only his, fault that things have turned out this way.
Whether there is a god or not, Jack Scalfatty's existence is substantial proof that there is at least karma.
or god does exist and doesn't want to punish Satan that much by having Jack go down thereIf this Carnivore diet doesn't kill him by the end of 2024, it'll be proof of one or two things. There is no God and/or a Wendigo is stronger than God.
Unironically this is one of my favorite pictures of America. Two cripples, one literally wearing a pissbag, pose in front of a parade of glossy expensive vehicles, likely for social media clout. In the background, their abandoned 50% sugar starbucks drinks await their hungry return - despite them being fresh enough that one is nearly full, the other is already half gone in an act of gluttony. In the background, minorities work tirelessly to keep the crippled whites alive, waiting for their turn to be stuffed with fried meats and left to gracelessly expire.
Not only does he not care, he genuinely seems to think this is normal. Like everyone goes through a phase in life where all their limbs start failing one by one, and they become a prisoner in their own expansive flesh, that thing that just naturally happens after 50.The saddest part is, despite him being trapped in a rapidly decaying prison of flesh, he doesn't care. It would be hell for anyone else, to witness their faculties slip away one by one, but not Jack. As long as he has one arm to stuff his face with, he's perfectly content. If the next stroke takes away his "good" arm, then we might get to see some suffering, as he'll have to wait for Mommy Wife to feed him and she can't be around 24/7.
Actually neither one wants him which is why he keeps surviving these things. It's like how that famous story of two sisters keep regifting that same fruitcake to each other year after year. God stops Jagoff from dying and coming to heaven hoping he sins some more. Satan stops Jagoff from dying and going to hell by having him praise God for his luck and so on. Back and forth it goes.or god does exist and doesn't want to punish Satan that much by having Jack go down there