I’m saying this only because I’m on the undead thread and safe here.
I wish I was Joey Chestnut. Seriously. Entering the 4th of July hotdog contest is on my bucket list but I fear I could only eat about twenty before I vomit.
If I told this to my mother or anyone else in real life I’m afraid they would send for the men in while coats to take me away. Aha!
Way back in the day a friend’s date swore she could down two dozen raw oysters in a sitting.
Problem no.1
We were in a very nice expensive restaurant.
Problem no.2
She had already had two Black Russian cocktails.
She made it to 14 before a hasty but dignified assisted walk to the ladies room.
Don’t recall my friend dating her again.
Wasn’t there a tiny Chinese woman that knocked Joey Chesnut off? (such a NY mob type name)
Do they award second and third place ribbons at the Coney Island event?