💼 Careercow Jack Russell Scalfani / Cooking With Jack / Jack on the Go Show / jakatak - YouTube "Celebrity" "Chef", Living Encyclopedia of Gluttony-Induced Maladies, Salmonella Elemental

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I can douse the dish with rubbing alcohol, that doesn't mean you should drink it when you have a viral cold.
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So if Jack's only getting onto the ivermectin bandwagon now, does that mean there's a chance for my kokoro wish: colloidal silver arc?

Colloidal silver's got the beats Jack would love: Big Pharma, from Nature/God, cures everything, buy this apparatus from a man who makes videos so you can make it at home, everyone else is stupid, probably some Bible quotes about silver.

Jack has no comprehension of portion sizes and can't see himself in the mirror. Being a shitty chef has made him go sub-viral; imagine if he turns into a one-armed Scootypuff Smurf.
 
Lots of men Jack's age, hale and hearty and ambulatory and employed, come in to the ED at 2300 because they inhaled their food a few hours earlier and their breathing is just whistling past a body-temperature meat bolus. It used to mostly be steak, because it's a special treat and there was usually alcohol involved, but in recent years it's expanded to great wads of chicken.
Absolutely true and happened to my father. Wasn't late at night but rather a sunny afternoon. I was home visiting my parents, just shooting the breeze my mom in the kitchen, when I heard a very odd sound that I could tell was originating from a different floor. I stopped talking on a dime and listened intently before bolting down the flight of stairs to find my father in his post-retirement man cave choking on a piece of chicken.

I did what I learned in food service and struck him with the heel of my hand between his shoulder blades and he coughed it out. My mom of course had not heard anything and was shaken up by that; just kept saying, "Oh my God, what if you weren't here?!" Choking is one of the leading causes of accidental death and my dad indeed was lucky.

It's a miracle Jack has not choked yet. As fucking much as he eats with each forkful (or handful) at a time (which is common for people who soothe with food) -- plus his damaged and dead esophageal muscles? And how you can hear him strainfully gulp! down some of his bites? Someone is watching out for him. A lesser demon, I'm guessing, who wishes to prolong the corporeal torment.
 
Can he even possibly choke with all that butter he smears or puts around his steaks?
Maybe that fucker knows about the whole "choke yourself to death because you eat like a troglodyte" and puts all that sheite on it for a reason.
 
Can he even possibly choke with all that butter he smears or puts around his steaks?
Maybe that fucker knows about the whole "choke yourself to death because you eat like a troglodyte" and puts all that sheite on it for a reason.
Throat muscles aren't strong enough to force everything down, even with butter like you were sneaking a dog a pill. If a food bolus is just too big, the butter will melt and drip down his esophagus while the food sticks.

There may be a cow out there right now, a chunk of whose flank has Jack's name on it. Choking to death on meat would be merciful; the other way Jack's bad swallow could kill him would be aspiration pneumonia, over and over until they decide on purée or a feeding tube. Jack mumbles about doctors being idiots, keeps sneaking unmodified food, more pneumonia, more antibiotics, c.diff arc...
 
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Jack has just become a grandfather
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If you showed me that name without the picture, I’d have immediately assumed that the child in question was a nigger.


Albeit he cooked his brother/ wife's children and fed them to his brother. That's kind of something Jack would do.
No, he fucking wouldn’t. When has Jack ever shared food with anybody?


The kid is already lost and name like "Atreus" isn't going to help. Parents need to stop naming their kids ridiculous names. It only leads to trouble down the line. And fucking "Jason" with an "i"?
Maybe someone on Bri’s white trash side of the family is named ‘Jaison,’ and she was the one tasked with coming up with the middle name?
 
I think she's had a boyfriend or something in a couple jotg videos, if I'm remembering right. Not that that means much lol.
And both Fatty and Jr are married but we know they're both gay and want a big black cock down their throats.

Jeanette, or whatever her name is, might be married but that's just to fool the people in church. She and Hammy get together to scissor and force Fatty to watch.
 
He shouldn't be doing horse deworming pills. He should be doing whatever they use to deworm pigs.
It'd be a bad idea for him to take any kind of dewormer because then whatever inhuman parasite's been keeping him alive for the last 20 years will slip out of his skin like a changeling and leave nothing but a Jack-shaped pile of dermis and baggy clothes behind.
 
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