I'm trying to imagine a Food Network executive pitching this show: "You know how we have our kind-hearted star who raises positivity and awareness to local businesses, donates to charity and is a professional chef and restaurateur? Well, I know this mentally impaired, unemployed, hyper-critical, scooter-ridden, son-bludgeoning xenophobic guy who can't cook and harasses servers by sticking cameras in their faces. I think they'd go great together!"
When I lived in a college town with bars every two feet, it always weirded me out to see people drinking at 8 AM. I just assumed everyone there was an alcoholic, until one time I talked to a dude who explained that he worked nights & that this was him pretty much having a drink after work with his buddies on Friday "nights." I was taken aback because this had never occurred to me. (Though I'm pretty sure most people there were still alcoholics.)
the christian, republican, boomer crowd is the only demographic jack appeals to because he shares their political views
lmao she is so fed up with being his babysitter.
yeah, it's honestly impossible to feel bad for him. he's dug his own grave but could climb out of it any time he wants, even with his gimp arm and snapped tendons. he just doesn't give a shit. if i thought that jack had the capacity for more emotions than Anger and Food-Fueled Glee, i'd almost think he was severely depressed or suicidal at this point
Exec 1: "Hey you know what turns out we could make more money making a show that would bomb."
I fucking hate how people arbitrarily decide which foods you can and can’t eat at certain times.
It is an uncannily common deathfat move. All the great deathfats do it. From Chantal to Amberlynn to Jack and Tammy. I've never seen anyone else do it unless maybe they're eating noodles and even then it's not like the Alien emerged from their throat to devour the food. It's disgusting and fascinating at the same time.
