Gas.
Make that ‘choking’.
This reminds me of the water drinking contest on some radio station. A female died because she upset the electrolytes in her system. She drank over a gallon of water.
It was hard shell can believe that some of the hard shells behaved as razor blades in the esophagus
Ya , tacos hate me too
My favorite minor league team, the Montgomery Biscuits, shoot biscuits into the stands.
Their young fans are called “Lil Crumbs”.
I bought a hat from them because, well, I wanted a hat with a biscuit on it.
Turns out, “biscuits” also stands for something filthy.
Surprisingly, my wife told me about this.
That caused me to look it up on something called The Urban Dictionary.
You would be surprised at how many dirty words there are now.
I know like twelve and that’s because I was in the Army.....and the Navy guys yelled them at me.
Anyway,
Go Biscuits!
I’m surprised more people don’t die from these eating contests. They shove incredible amounts of food down their gullets in those contests. That can’t be healthy.
He died of cultural appropriation.
Check the labels - that Taco Bell Diablo sauce can take the finish off a car...........
He probably died of the heat. It’s been 100F in Fresno for 2 months
” It was not immediately known how many tacos the man had eaten or whether he had won the contest. “
!!!! Hilarious !!!!
BAN ASSAULT TACOS
Up until the early 1970s, food was rather bland in America. Most people had meat and potatoes just about every night. Nothing too exotic. One in a while, we'd get chinese food on a Friday or Saturday night. We'd get pu-pu platters and take it home in greasy white take-out bags. Tucked into a waxy bag would be fortune cookies.
I liked the meat on a stick. Also, the fried pork.
But tacos? None of that in my childhood until 1976 in South Carolina. I did not have tacos again until I was in the Marines in the early 1980s. They served them in the mess hall over at Camp Pendleton. Also, I discovered Taco Bell in Southern California. That was the beginning of more exotic food for me.
I have always hated the waste of food.
We always had enough food but there were a couple of years when my parents had to scrape to supply us with food. My Father had a good job at Tyndall but there was a huge layoff around 1953. Daddy tried selling vacuum cleaners, then brushes etc. before he got back on at Eglin.
I can recall them feeding us powdered milk and we complained. They then tried to mix it with real milk but we immediately knew. I had no idea how hard they had it for about a year. Mother worked at a shirt factory but they could only use her part time.
I still can’t stand the idea of wasting anything but mostly food.
Severe food poisoning?
Blew up like in a Monty Python movie.
Were the tacos from Burger King?
It takes a special kind of idiot to participate in a how-much-can-you-eat contest.