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💼 CareercowJack Russell Scalfani / Cooking With Jack / Jack on the Go Show / jakatak - YouTube "Celebrity" "Chef", Living Encyclopedia of Gluttony-Induced Maladies, Salmonella Elemental
I feel like everything we're bringing up are pretty niche cases in British cooking, at best. American cooking has a lot of the same ghosts in its past, just think of the atrocity that was the Jell-O Salad era. There are still systemic problems such as a misunderstanding of seasonings but I'd walk into any limey restaurant in existence with far more confidence than I'd have walking into Fat Jack's kitchen to eat.
Good British cooking, because it's generally quite simple, requires good quality ingredients, and good technique. If you screw up, you can't just use spices and sauces to mask it.
I love this video since he did all this shit during a Tornado watch and severe thunderstorm; that's why the weather was so shit during that time. He legit threw a fit and demanded bakey for his dubble beggin borbn borgl in the midst of a potential F1 slamming down and yeeting him to hell.
There's a found footage liveleak of that in another universe.
At first I was wondering how or why he'd have so many text messages. And then I realized most of them are
"Your doordasher has picked up your food"
"Your doordasher is nearby"
"Your doordasher has delivered your food"
"Tammy I made boomboom again"
Wait, how the shit does he use a walker with only one good hand? I mean he must or he wouldn't have it, but now I'm just imagining CrippleJack waddling in circles and looking even more like the retard he is.
If Jack were really trying to be independent and function to the best of his ability, he'd have an arm trough on his weak side. This looks like it's a completely stock rollator.
It's not as hard to correct for hemiplegia in a walker, assuming you can walk forward, as in a manual wheelchair (without adapter).
Honestly, he's right, it's pretty painful for me to watch any of his videos because I just can't into him barely being able to breathe.
If he dropped dead tomorrow, it would only be pure mercy on his soul.
This is why you should avoid Hell because that's kind of the definition of eternal torment. Live a good life and you will not go there. Live a bad life, do bad things, commit bad deeds, have bad thoughts, and you have an eternity of eating nothing but the end products of cucking with Jack shows.
This is why you should avoid Hell because that's kind of the definition of eternal torment. Live a good life and you will not go there. Live a bad life, do bad things, commit bad deeds, have bad thoughts, and you have an eternity of eating nothing but the end products of cucking with Jack shows.
At first I was wondering how or why he'd have so many text messages. And then I realized most of them are
"Your doordasher has picked up your food"
"Your doordasher is nearby"
"Your doordasher has delivered your food"
"Tammy I made boomboom again"
LOL, I didn't think about that considering the ongoing financhew crisis that the scalfani clan is undergoing, but maybe? I was just suggesting that a large part of his text messages are just updates from doordash and shit(they like to send text updates outside of the normal app notifications).
LOL, I didn't think about that considering the ongoing financhew crisis that the scalfani clan is undergoing, but maybe? I was just suggesting that a large part of his text messages are just updates from doordash and shit(they like to send text updates outside of the normal app notifications).
Jack pretending he drives himself to church for the sake of a pithy comment:
It *is* funny imagining him straining to use his sole, functioning limb to reach over and punch the horn while Tammy's speeding to get him through the church Starbucks line with enough time before the service for Jack to be pacified with the amount of SHURGURGH he needs to bitch about the price of the pastries and 64 oz frappuccinos his unemployed ass didn't pay for a cent of.
It *is* funny imagining him straining to use his sole, functioning limb to reach over and punch the horn while Tammy's speeding to get him through the church Starbucks line with enough time before the service for Jack to be pacified with the amount of SHURGURGH he needs to bitch about the price of the pastries and 64 oz frappuccinos his unemployed ass didn't pay for a cent of.
Jack likely regards fireworks on the 4th the way he does Christmas presents on December 25th: Once his has run out, no one else is allowed to have a good time or continue to celebrate the holiday.
I happened to turn in early and put ear plugs in; because I understand that people for miles around are going to continue partying and blowing shit up until they run out of beer. Jack, on the other hand, has Tammy tuck him and his diaper in, and then lays in bed seething that people still have fireworks to set off after 9pm. The next morning, he continues seething about it in a boomerbook boast about driving to church to be absolved of whatever sinful thoughts he has concerning his neighbors and their ox. Misrepresenting his ability to drive himself or honk a car horn in retaliation demonstrates the same lack of imagination we're accustomed to seeing in anything else he publishes (he can't even imagine why his content is unmonetizable).
Still, he's letting us all know that he's miserable as a consequence of nothing more than that bad attitude of his that gets in the way of everything else, including his health. So there's always a bright side.
I feel like everything we're bringing up are pretty niche cases in British cooking, at best. American cooking has a lot of the same ghosts in its past, just think of the atrocity that was the Jell-O Salad era. There are still systemic problems such as a misunderstanding of seasonings but I'd walk into any limey restaurant in existence with far more confidence than I'd have walking into Fat Jack's kitchen to eat.
British cuisine gets a bad rap due to how it was. Everything was deep fried and the only spice available was salt. Pepper was considered too spicy and extravagant. Also their love of tea baffles me.
But the UK has a lot of great dishes as well as London has something like 88 Michelin stars so they must be doing something right. I'd also much rather eat in a pub than go anywhere near Fatty's kitchen. Unless I'm in Scotland... then it's 50/50.
But the UK has a lot of great dishes as well as London has something like 88 Michelin stars so they must be doing something right. I'd also much rather eat in a pub than go anywhere near Fatty's kitchen. Unless I'm in Scotland... then it's 50/50.
So I was curious and looked it up. 86 restaurants with stars. 20 of which are british cuisine. 11 french, 8 indian, 4 japanese, 3 italian, 3 spanish, etc. But even with the british, they still have to make a distinction between modern, traditional, and "creative". No one thinks you can't get food food in the UK, it's just not necessarily british food.
Jack likely regards fireworks on the 4th the way he does Christmas presents on December 25th: Once his has run out, no one else is allowed to have a good time or continue to celebrate the holiday.
I happened to turn in early and put ear plugs in; because I understand that people for miles around are going to continue partying and blowing shit up until they run out of beer. Jack, on the other hand, has Tammy tuck him and his diaper in, and then lays in bed seething that people still have fireworks to set off after 9pm. The next morning, he continues seething about it in a boomerbook boast about driving to church to be absolved of whatever sinful thoughts he has concerning his neighbors and their ox. Misrepresenting his ability to drive himself or honk a car horn in retaliation demonstrates the same lack of imagination we're accustomed to seeing in anything else he publishes (he can't even imagine why his content is unmonetizable).
Still, he's letting us all know that he's miserable as a consequence of nothing more than that bad attitude of his that gets in the way of everything else, including his health. So there's always a bright side.
It really does just show how much of a spiteful dickhead he is, or tries to be. Yes, how very Christian of you to want to blare the car horn through the neighborhood because one house made you angy because they stayed up later than you wanted to. It isn't like Fatty lives in an area where the homes are all a mile apart or something, no it's a neighborhood of normal houses you'd find in any suburb a bit apart but definitely all within able to "hear a jackass wailing on the car horn" distance.
