Future Ghost
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Jackson is being demoted from J$ to J¢
Cold&Bitter
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C‘mon, I’m really jonesing…
Saul's Gal
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I saw Tim and J$ yesterday at one of the shows on the Treasure. At least 8 vloggers so far but I have only seen for a glimpse or short time.
Will post when I return! Not very exciting though.
we are not seeking anyone out and doing an adult trip but will let you know what we see.
Will post when I return! Not very exciting though.
we are not seeking anyone out and doing an adult trip but will let you know what we see.
quietcandy
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If you happen to see the nanny with J$, you should tell her how great she is with him. "You're such an amazing mom! You're so good with your son."
pkd81
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Congrats to @Mrpibbandredvines for the new thread title, which references both Jenn's legendary tetanus pan and the crumbling viewership of this sustained trainwreck.
Previously, on The Real White Trash of Lake Nona:
The Trackers get this episode started on a languid low note with yet another Element home tore. Grifter #1 can barely keep a straight face as he assures the stans of “how much we love Element Vacation Homes™” whilst Grifter #2 forces a fake laugh that would put Jimmy Fallon to shame. In true Trackhole fashion, the mandatory minimum effort is expended to meet their contractual obligations. Clocking in at a mere 21 minutes, the tore is bereft of any advertising value whatsoever, and one can only wonder how many more of these half-assed slogs will be cranked out until the ill-advised sponsorship mercifully ends.
Next Tim decides to sully what could have been a fun father-son outing—a Hot Wheels monster truck event—into a monetised child-exploitation extravaganza. The video begins with a faked intro obviously filmed after the event wherein Tim speaks in the future tense about the show. Burgeoning child actor Jackson, right on Tim’s rehearsed cue, informs the viewer off camera that he’s “really excited” to attend. Upon their arrival, the mood is completely different: Jackson had been taken to the event as a surprise, but with Tim’s camera shoved in his face to capture the anticipated over-the-top joy (which would be used as bait to be “invited out” to the future Hot Wheels park opening), the unpaid employee instead reacted with cautious apprehension to the noise and crowd inside. Dim slavishly drops a small fortune on parking, entry, VIP passes, hutdugs, and “merch” such as toys, hoodies, shirts—including an assuredly too-small adult Hot Wheels tee for himself—all in the vain hope of catching the attention of Mattel. As the bridges with behemoths Disney and Universal are beyond well and truly burnt, the grift must go on.
The Trackholes next decide to monetise their feeding frenzy at the rather dated and uncuntcierge Garden Grill in Epcot. The staff amusingly stick the obnoxious Tracker clan in the peasant section next to a large drinks station away from the legitimate customers, giving the excuse that they couldn’t be seated in the prime seats due to their need for a highchair—an untruth which Tattlers easily dispelled. As this is the most movement her body had experienced in weeks, Jenn became obsessed with determining the exact speed that the seating area rotated at. Unfortunately, much like Jenn’s correct dress size, the exact number will remain a mystery for the ages. Jackson gave the characters artificially enthusiastic and lengthy hugs whilst constantly checking with his parents for their approval, prompting Tattlers to surmise he was following instructions from his handlers. Oliver was deathly afraid of the characters at first but to the little guy’s credit warmed to them and was enjoying the experience by the end of the voog. Yet another private family moment put on the internet for strangers to ogle in hopes of some quick cash.
The home slog all but confirms recent Tattler rumblings: that Rosie, who had been cashing in a suspicious number of sickdays, has met the eventual fate of all Tracker nannies and flown the coop at the first available opportunity. Jenn, who continues to conflate the terms “meal prep” and “cooking” as synonyms, demonstrates how to effortlessly turn a pound of ground turkey into vulcanised rubber as she dumps it into the long-suffering tetanus pan and violently scrapes it around with the all the grace of an agitated wild boar. The home slog mainly centres on Jenn, now forced to spend time with Da Baby, making basic observations regarding her son that would be embarrassingly self-evident for an actual mother. The Trackholes remind us for the fourth or fifth time that they are not only visiting Lighthouse Point in the near future, but have already found multiple ways to complain about it—namely that the feeding troughs are located a most inconvenient distance from the cuntcierge cabanas. Jenn holds out hope that Disney staff will be on standby with golf carts, ready to wheel their slovenly selves directly up to the buffet when given the signal.
After a prolonged absence of posting, the Trashers are back with the final instalment in this weeks’ adventure: a multi-day staycation at Disney’s Boardwalk Resort. Without the nanny in tow, the Trackers show their ineptitude straight out of the gate, leaving behind Da Baby’s diaper bag in the grotty depths of Ft. Pampers. The purse strings continue to tighten in Trackerland as our motley crew are forced to slum it in a ground-floor room meant for commoners. Jenn checks in at the main desk in obvious an attempt to finagle an upgrade to a Garden Cottage Suite, but to no avail. Both Tim and Jenn pick the room apart, finding ample opportunity to show their disdain for the meagre lodgings. Jackson is especially obnoxious in this voog, constantly interrupting Tim and Jenn’s barely coherent babble with his even less coherent babble. The genius minds behind Trackerland decide to plump for the quick serve dining plan despite Boardwalk being objectively the worst location on property to take advantage of it at. A pedestrian dinner at Primo Piatto ends in strife as Dim and Dimmer realise after leaving that Da Baby’s undersized meal was subtracted from Jackson’s dining plan, prompting Dim to launch into a convoluted complaint badly disguised as an obvious explanation whilst Jenn waddles along and visibly seethes.
All in all, it was a predictable week of steady decline and arrested development. With that being said, we're off, we'll see you all tomorrow, and now it's time for society to pay the price.
Previously, on The Real White Trash of Lake Nona:
The Trackers get this episode started on a languid low note with yet another Element home tore. Grifter #1 can barely keep a straight face as he assures the stans of “how much we love Element Vacation Homes™” whilst Grifter #2 forces a fake laugh that would put Jimmy Fallon to shame. In true Trackhole fashion, the mandatory minimum effort is expended to meet their contractual obligations. Clocking in at a mere 21 minutes, the tore is bereft of any advertising value whatsoever, and one can only wonder how many more of these half-assed slogs will be cranked out until the ill-advised sponsorship mercifully ends.
Next Tim decides to sully what could have been a fun father-son outing—a Hot Wheels monster truck event—into a monetised child-exploitation extravaganza. The video begins with a faked intro obviously filmed after the event wherein Tim speaks in the future tense about the show. Burgeoning child actor Jackson, right on Tim’s rehearsed cue, informs the viewer off camera that he’s “really excited” to attend. Upon their arrival, the mood is completely different: Jackson had been taken to the event as a surprise, but with Tim’s camera shoved in his face to capture the anticipated over-the-top joy (which would be used as bait to be “invited out” to the future Hot Wheels park opening), the unpaid employee instead reacted with cautious apprehension to the noise and crowd inside. Dim slavishly drops a small fortune on parking, entry, VIP passes, hutdugs, and “merch” such as toys, hoodies, shirts—including an assuredly too-small adult Hot Wheels tee for himself—all in the vain hope of catching the attention of Mattel. As the bridges with behemoths Disney and Universal are beyond well and truly burnt, the grift must go on.
The Trackholes next decide to monetise their feeding frenzy at the rather dated and uncuntcierge Garden Grill in Epcot. The staff amusingly stick the obnoxious Tracker clan in the peasant section next to a large drinks station away from the legitimate customers, giving the excuse that they couldn’t be seated in the prime seats due to their need for a highchair—an untruth which Tattlers easily dispelled. As this is the most movement her body had experienced in weeks, Jenn became obsessed with determining the exact speed that the seating area rotated at. Unfortunately, much like Jenn’s correct dress size, the exact number will remain a mystery for the ages. Jackson gave the characters artificially enthusiastic and lengthy hugs whilst constantly checking with his parents for their approval, prompting Tattlers to surmise he was following instructions from his handlers. Oliver was deathly afraid of the characters at first but to the little guy’s credit warmed to them and was enjoying the experience by the end of the voog. Yet another private family moment put on the internet for strangers to ogle in hopes of some quick cash.
The home slog all but confirms recent Tattler rumblings: that Rosie, who had been cashing in a suspicious number of sickdays, has met the eventual fate of all Tracker nannies and flown the coop at the first available opportunity. Jenn, who continues to conflate the terms “meal prep” and “cooking” as synonyms, demonstrates how to effortlessly turn a pound of ground turkey into vulcanised rubber as she dumps it into the long-suffering tetanus pan and violently scrapes it around with the all the grace of an agitated wild boar. The home slog mainly centres on Jenn, now forced to spend time with Da Baby, making basic observations regarding her son that would be embarrassingly self-evident for an actual mother. The Trackholes remind us for the fourth or fifth time that they are not only visiting Lighthouse Point in the near future, but have already found multiple ways to complain about it—namely that the feeding troughs are located a most inconvenient distance from the cuntcierge cabanas. Jenn holds out hope that Disney staff will be on standby with golf carts, ready to wheel their slovenly selves directly up to the buffet when given the signal.
After a prolonged absence of posting, the Trashers are back with the final instalment in this weeks’ adventure: a multi-day staycation at Disney’s Boardwalk Resort. Without the nanny in tow, the Trackers show their ineptitude straight out of the gate, leaving behind Da Baby’s diaper bag in the grotty depths of Ft. Pampers. The purse strings continue to tighten in Trackerland as our motley crew are forced to slum it in a ground-floor room meant for commoners. Jenn checks in at the main desk in obvious an attempt to finagle an upgrade to a Garden Cottage Suite, but to no avail. Both Tim and Jenn pick the room apart, finding ample opportunity to show their disdain for the meagre lodgings. Jackson is especially obnoxious in this voog, constantly interrupting Tim and Jenn’s barely coherent babble with his even less coherent babble. The genius minds behind Trackerland decide to plump for the quick serve dining plan despite Boardwalk being objectively the worst location on property to take advantage of it at. A pedestrian dinner at Primo Piatto ends in strife as Dim and Dimmer realise after leaving that Da Baby’s undersized meal was subtracted from Jackson’s dining plan, prompting Dim to launch into a convoluted complaint badly disguised as an obvious explanation whilst Jenn waddles along and visibly seethes.
All in all, it was a predictable week of steady decline and arrested development. With that being said, we're off, we'll see you all tomorrow, and now it's time for society to pay the price.
VillainousVilma
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HaroldTheWalrus
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HeyLetsGoState
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So, long time lurker first time poster here. I just recently returned from the Island and actually did a tour with Hi5 Tours. And we had Kevin. Kevin was the driver for the BackTrackers the last time they were there and finally left the island.
Kevin was not a big fan of them. Spilled all the tea. Apparently they were annoying as all get out. Filming the whole trip, multiple cameras, etc. And they constantly said things like "We're huge on Youtube....you should sponsor us...."
Kevin was not a big fan of them. Spilled all the tea. Apparently they were annoying as all get out. Filming the whole trip, multiple cameras, etc. And they constantly said things like "We're huge on Youtube....you should sponsor us...."
scopeyscope
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I just skimmed through the video.
I will say this: I don’t have a problem with parents needing alone time. I don’t have a problem with grown adults meeting characters or doing anything Disney because even Walt himself said that Disney was for the young and the young at heart. I don’t think that if you’re a grown adult and you do Disney stuff it makes you creepy. However, that being said, I have never seen parents do more kid centric things and not involve their child at all. They actually do so little with their son it is appalling. I mean FFS, if you want to do a cruise by yourself then leave your kid with the grandparents and go have a couples cruise by all means but taking your child on a cruise that has so many activities and characters for children to meet and so much for them to engage with and then pawn him off on a nanny and make him stay in the room is just disgusting They really have no business being parents at all, they are way too selfish and I feel so sorry for that child and I feel sorry for the one that’s coming
Even if they don’t make him stay in the room and Stanny takes him to do some kid activities you’re sending your child to do activities with somebody else, you’re not even seeing your child interact and learn and grow and experience. WTAF
I will say this: I don’t have a problem with parents needing alone time. I don’t have a problem with grown adults meeting characters or doing anything Disney because even Walt himself said that Disney was for the young and the young at heart. I don’t think that if you’re a grown adult and you do Disney stuff it makes you creepy. However, that being said, I have never seen parents do more kid centric things and not involve their child at all. They actually do so little with their son it is appalling. I mean FFS, if you want to do a cruise by yourself then leave your kid with the grandparents and go have a couples cruise by all means but taking your child on a cruise that has so many activities and characters for children to meet and so much for them to engage with and then pawn him off on a nanny and make him stay in the room is just disgusting They really have no business being parents at all, they are way too selfish and I feel so sorry for that child and I feel sorry for the one that’s coming
Even if they don’t make him stay in the room and Stanny takes him to do some kid activities you’re sending your child to do activities with somebody else, you’re not even seeing your child interact and learn and grow and experience. WTAF
Hippotracks
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J$ version 2.0
Iwantallthetea
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that should be our new thread title
The Tim Tracker #69: Trashy White People With Money Awkwardly Doing Stuff
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chitownzee
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I felt the fanatical cult members may need something for their shrines.....
All hail the... (I'll let you fill this in)
All hail the... (I'll let you fill this in)
airbusA330
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Use “BuddysEarTubes” for 20% off new merch!
xmasbdaygirl
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I can't quote the comment from the other thread, so I'm quoting yours. This is how you know these stans are either very young or very stupid. Common sense would dictate that if I (the stalker) didn't have a job or lived in my parent's basement, I would not be sailing on a premium priced cruise. That's seriously the dumbest comment ever.
If you want to play that way, I assure all the stans, my home is bigger (and nicer and cleaner) than the Bojos. We do not have a basement, but we do have a fabulous outdoor kitchen, much nicer than the Bojos, and we can use it without burning the house down. The 4 of us drive nicer cars than the Bojos, including Jenn's coveted Bronco (my kids each have one). We've even been on more cruises than the Bojos, plus have traveled to a lot of other places outside of the Disney bubble. So stay in your lane, stans, your stupidity is showing.
I'm heading back down to the basement now. Hopefully one of my parents bring me some breakfast.
xmasbdaygirl
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That was a hybrid from me and @jwee combined by @Cold&Bitter, so I have no idea who'd get the credit
Team work makes the dream work.
TTT #154: Our vid will be out at some point; we're busy making foam core memories
Future Ghost
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The Tim Tracker #132: The Dukes of Haggard
HereForTheT3a22
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The Tim Tracker #80: The World is Our Metal Toilet