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... he says as he orders more parts for his long-term "work" projects.Oh, and the Grim Reaper has been spending time around him lately.
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... he says as he orders more parts for his long-term "work" projects.Oh, and the Grim Reaper has been spending time around him lately.
Well, before you lie down and die like you've promised for the past decade, please be a dear and feed the cat and change its litterbox so your mother doesn't have to deal with that in addition to disposing of your bloated corpse.
Didn't Jake say something vague about injuring his foot, or it turning strange colors?As a positive going blind and getting his foot cut off might finally qualify him for disability.
He writes in such a juvenile way; I keep forgetting that Jake is in his mid 40's. That's the age where imaginary health problems become very real. He lies about a lot of things but I 100% believe he could end up in a nursing home before the age of 50.
Yeah, both - he fell and injured his foot, and then if he didn't get up and walk around every so often it would turn colors.Didn't Jake say something vague about injuring his foot, or it turning strange colors?
Speaking of wounds that won't heal, Da Beetus must have nuked his chances for double-girl surgery down from zero to negative zero.so he could be temporarily placed somewhere if, say, post-op wound care was extensive
He never really wanted to do that. He just wants to loll around and be fat and useless.Speaking of wounds that won't heal, Da Beetus must have nuked his chances for double-girl surgery down from zero to negative zero.
I'm not sure about that, simply because the one time he ever left his block without Mom or the tard cab (before his very recent acquisition of a car) was to go see Dr. Rumer. And he did that knowing about her reputation.He never really wanted to do that.
I'm picturing this as Kamen Rider giving Jake an encouraging thumbs-up as he drowns himself
Not that I disagree with your assessment of his health, but I don’t think he needs an inciting incident to vaguepost about how he will be dead soon. It’s like the equivalent of waving for him.I'll bet Jake had a medical appointment and the doctor tried to have a frank conversation about his deathfat status. Since losing weight is medically and thermodynamically impossible that advice amounts to a death sentence for the poor starving Ms. Violet. As a positive going blind and getting his foot cut off might finally qualify him for disability.
He writes in such a juvenile way; I keep forgetting that Jake is in his mid 40's. That's the age where imaginary health problems become very real. He lies about a lot of things but I 100% believe he could end up in a nursing home before the age of 50.
I think he was in favour of getting surgery when he thought it would be easy. His journey of trans womanhood has gone from “Hormones are a magical transformation potion!” to “What do you mean, lose weight?” Doubtless it became a whole lot less attractive when it was pointed out that actual work would be required.I'm not sure about that, simply because the one time he ever left his block without Mom or the tard cab (before his very recent acquisition of a car) was to go see Dr. Rumer. And he did that knowing about her reputation.
It's Jake, so he obviously never would have followed through with everything you need to do for a major surgery, but in the imaginary scenario where the Butcher of Ardmore said "You're approved with a free ride from Connecticut, get on the table and let's roll", I think he just might have gone through with it. And then died.
True, but he has gotten a lot less vague lately. Before it was stuff like "Toss a few shekels my way because I'd like to keep living and rent is a thing". Now we're at "Goodbye Cruel World".but I don’t think he needs an inciting incident to vaguepost about how he will be dead soon
But even then he did try (insert a truckload of asterisks here) to do the work and lose the weight. Remember the Gym Saga where Valkyrie Violet was deadlifting the bar?Doubtless it became a whole lot less attractive when it was pointed out that actual work would be required.
He never gave d8molate(I think he was called that) and Madame Plumpette the time of day. He could have found internet friends in these no-names instead of circling the drain while clinging to Zinnia and Benjamun.But that makes it even funnier that he does the exact same thing to others who reach out for the same reasons, but aren't positioned to give him anything he wants.
It's a recurring theme with a lot of these troons. 'I'm so lonely, I just need a friend,' and they ignore the people who actually reach out because they only mean the right sort of person. We all get to choose who our friends are, but you don't get to both whine about it constantly and be a bottom of the barrel troon and yet think you're too good for any of the people who reach out. It's not even about sex-pestery or anything like that, a condition that they'll happily dismiss - or in Jake's case, obtusely defend - if it's someone they want something from.He never gave d8molate(I think he was called that) and Madame Plumpette the time of day. He could have found internet friends in these no-names instead of circling the drain while clinging to Zinnia and Benjamun.