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Feed me. I'm hungry.

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Your family is the most important thing to our family. So make tonight’s meal special – make it a Hungry Jack® night! Your family will thank you for it, and so will ours.

Pile it my kitty dish, with a second helpings!

Jumps on Frat Jack

Welcome back!

Roar, I'm hungry. I need a bowl of milk and 25 pounds of red meat.

Yea! Feed us more! I prefer red meat.

~starts clawing at the carpet and furniture~

Lends a pairs of paws to expedite the process

I'm not.

There are some things an angry tiger should never see.

Huginn wrote:

Jack Hammer wrote:

Beer battered chicken!

Kinky!

*drinks a beer, pulls out a baseball bat and a chicken*

What?!

I'm soooooooo glad you didn't beat your meat in front of us.

*waves tazer*

Watch were you point that thing!

Callous Jack wrote:

Jack Hammer wrote:

The aftermath of pony spam Hitler, on Pony Spam

Some text profanity, but what do ya expect?

Did you just Godwin us?

It was better than this one Renard

I need a beer, or twelve, after that one.

Crap. My ears hurt. What was that!

Lissa: I second chopping off extremities.

Well That's bloody good.

Uh, hello? I sure could go for some Hungry Jack products right about now.

Smoked Pork Chops and Potatoes

Ingredients:
• 1 (4.9 oz.) package Hungry Jack® Sour Cream & Chives Potatoes
• 2 cups frozen cut green beans, thawed
• 2 cups water
• 2/3 cup milk
• 2 tablespoons butter
• 6 boneless extra ­lean smoked pork chops

Hot Damn! That's gonna be some good lickin'. I better break out the catnip after I'm done.

Hungry and not-so-peckish. Anything made of steak or sirloin in the clubhouse refrigerator?

Mind you, I may have to hit Hungry Jack up and see if he's procured any streak or hamburger dinners. Chicken would good right about now. Slow tribesmen too.

Hey! I just noticed I cracked 20K posts! Must have happened yesterday.

I helped.

Roy-Jack the Angry Tiger wrote:

"Hey, everyone I'm back. Sorry about the extended absence."

I'm heading out the Gen Con this year. Anyone else going and want to meet up? I have a Droid and mobile cell number.

Who knew tigers liked cell phones?

Heh, that's I said. I also told them if I didn't get a cell phone I would take a colossal dump in front of their store. You know, it worked.

"Hey, everyone I'm back. Sorry about the extended absence."

I'm heading out the Gen Con this year. Anyone else going and want to meet up? I have a Droid and mobile cell number.

Any way we can bind and gag her before we jackapult her?

I can maul her like a certain stage magician and make her cries.

Beer and raw steak. Can't beat that combination.

Just saying...

No, that was me leaving the beer bath. I gonna lick myself clean now.

Crimson Jester wrote:

Callous Jack. wrote:

Jack Hammer wrote:

Why is the boss' brain in a jar?

Wait. I get it. It's floating in Black Seal Rum. Smart boss, bypassing all that piping and nourishing straight from the source.

Yes, so stop putting straws into my jar!

JACK WELCOME BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thanks. :)

What did I miss?

Not much. begins shredding the furniture

My alter ego Jeff turned 40 this almost two weeks back and he would llke to know if Hungry Jack has any birthday recipes.

Oh wish him a happy birthday too.

Can I be head of company security? I maul gently.

Stride into the clubhouse and finds a good place to nap for the evening

Might as well watch the show.

[Shadow Jumps in, looks down at all the beer cans]

'Sup folks. You didn't break the Jackapult while I was gone, did ya?

:)

No, but I used it as a scratching post. Mmmmeeeooowwww!

Jack's Right Hand Man wrote:

Jack Hammer wrote:

Hopefully that is pillaged alcohol. It tastes so much better than store bought booze.

And yes. I think that's a peasant carcass stinking up the basement. Darn things get in everywhere.

I'm not so sure about the identity of the carcass. It might be Cousin Joe, one of KC's relatives. I had him down there in the electric chair and I forgot about him.

Well, that would explain why Spike won't eat it. He doesn't like the taste of kobolds.

:::Comes strolling into the thread:::{/i]

"I just want to let everyone know I keep my kitty-litter box down there, and well I haven't been around change the kitty-litter if you know what I mean."

[i]:::Puts paw over nose:::

As Callous Jack so orders, I shall eat anyone who molests the Brain-in-the -Jar.

:::LICKS CHOPS:::

Hhmmmmm, I haven't had brain lately.

Callous Jack wrote:

Jack Hammer wrote:

Jack's Right Hand Man wrote:

Callous Jack wrote:

So who wants to help me go steal all of Hugo's Confrontation minis?

Sounds like a plan to me.

We can form our own J-Team. Like the A-Team but even better!

Colonel Callous Jack. Has a nice ring to it.

Whoa, I like the sound of that.

Does this mean we'll flip cars and harmlessly shoot the ground at everyone's feet?

You know that we'll do a lot more than harmless violence boss man. We enjoy breaking bones. Just ask the local peasants.

Thank Jill, for the whiskey and cream. You're the greatest.

Hey Guys, can I come along. I have Jack in my name and I good at scratching people, er, things.

:::Wanders in...:::

I need a Jack -n- cream, Maybe a hungry jack meal too. This weeks hunting on the reservation has been meager

Slumps down somewhere in the clubhouse...

Roy-Jack the Angry Tiger wrote:

Fishick wrote:

Wat be happinen!

Hey, nice teeth.

Herree Kitty kitty

:::Bats the ugly shack away with his very large paw:

Back off or I'll use your fin for my Cadillac. I'm not just a Tiger, I'm a Tiger Shark.

Wat be happinen!

Hey, nice teeth.

I like fish too.

Licks Chops

I've been on Safari. I tell you eating natives is fun.

Rep. Greasy McPorker wrote:

Heathennsson wrote:

Get back in your hole.

Boy, I say boy! I'm just trying to get my fair share of the pork barrel projects, that's all. Share and share alike, that's what I always say.

I warned you. Guts Rep. McPorker and begans smoking him for bacon.

Turns to Heathennson

Can I have some too?

Roy-Jack the Angry Tiger wrote:

Wanders into the thread

I'm looking for politicians to eat, and Christians too. It'll be like the good old days of Rome.

Ain't you supposed to be a lion?

Don't insult my fur. And aren't you supposed to be a Jack? As in Jack Sixpack? We have a policy about letting non-jacks in the clubhouse.

Wanders into the thread

I'm looking for politicians to eat, and Christians too. It'll be like the good old days of Rome.

Roy-Jack the Angry Tiger wrote:

I betcha those old ladies like cats. You can usually find 30 to 40 of them hanging around their clubhouse at any given time. By the Way, I'm hungry.

*gets Roy-Jack a bowl of cream and whiskey*

Thanks Lynora, you're the greatest.

Poodle, to stringy.

I betcha those old ladies like cats. You can usually find 30 to 40 of them hanging around their clubhouse at any given time. By the Way, I'm hungry.

Slides over a large bowl of chips.

Happy to share. I thought I'd have to eat my way out of this mess alone.

He takes on a look of concentration

FFFFRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPP!

Much better! That one was stuck for a few days.

Waves his paw in front of his face

Whoooooh! I tell you, sometime have a keen sense of feline smell isn't what its brapped up to be.

Wait...

STRAINS and GRUNTS - Raises tail

BBBBBBRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRPPPPPPP! BBRRAARRPP!

Man, I love the double takes.

Roy-Jack the Angry Tiger wrote:

Jack Hammer wrote:

Select the whiskey type and press the little button thingy by the bar. Fresh cream. The mansion's automated these days.

"Press the button, right. Where the hell is everybody? And why is there so much dried nacho cheese all over the clubhouse. I can't lick this off my fur."

There's this creepy nacho slaad thing running around hosing everything with cheese. It's pretty good when it's fresh. We have plenty of chips.

People and their food fetishes, Sheesh. At least he didn't use the refried beans. The gas alone would have put me out of the clubhouse. Hey, pass me some chips.

Select the whiskey type and press the little button thingy by the bar. Fresh cream. The mansion's automated these days.

"Press the button, right. Where the hell is everybody? And why is there so much dried nacho cheese all over the clubhouse. I can't lick this off my fur."

Roy-jack wakes up and sheds all over the furniture.

"God, I could use a whiskey-n-creme."

The Jills are hiding down at the party zone.

We have some Baileys. It's kinda like cream.

"No thanks, I go for the real thing."

Walks behind the bar, hit a button, and out from the wall slide a bowl of whiskey and cream.

"I'm glad I had this machine installed while you guys were farting or unconscious."

Need beer. Meed more beer.

:::Drags a whole sled load of full beer kegs:::

"Man, I need a whiskey and cream right now."

Gets out of his sled harness.

"Where's Jill?"

I was over at the Slaad thread yesterday. Boy, thier insnae I tell you. One flung mayonnaise everywhere and now it smells like rotten eggs.

Where's the shower.

*Runs screaming through the thread, flinging gobs of mayonnaise everywhere.*

Hey! Hey! Hey! Do that sort thing at the Clubhouse of Jack!

:::He raises an eye provocatively:::

They like that sort of thing, especially Lynora-Jill.

:::Starts licking mayonnaise off his fur:::

Roy-Jack the Angry Tiger wrote:

Lawyers, stay where you are. I don't want to confuse myself when I start biting horse flesh.

I thought they taste like shark. Wait, are you eating the old white-haired ones? They'll keep you from starving, but they're tough like old jerky... ugh, field rations.

Try a young legal intern or a young law school graduate. Much more juicy and tender. I think it's because they still have at least part of their soul.

Lawyer's taste fine as long as I eat, :::gulp::: some vegetables afterwards. You know, the fiber helps..., flush them out.

Hello, The name's Roy-Jack. I'm here to devour all losers of the Cult of Sebastiany Goodness before Gen-Con. Cult members on the left, non-cultists on the right. Lawyers, stay where you are. I don't want to confuse myself when I start biting horse flesh.

Hey, new game! Hit the landmines... with the kobolds!

Can I play witht he kobolds? I mean, I'll try anything just once.

Hey! I'm back. Why does my acute feline sense of smell detect the odor of nacho farts? Oh well, I'm hungry. Whre's the frig?