Seen on the street in Kyiv.

Words of Advice:

"If Something Seems To Be Too Good To Be True, It's Best To Shoot It, Just In Case." -- Fiona Glenanne

“The Mob takes the Fifth. If you’re innocent, why are you taking the Fifth Amendment?” -- The TOFF *

"Foreign Relations Boil Down to Two Things: Talking With People or Killing Them." -- Unknown

“Speed is a poor substitute for accuracy.” -- Real, no-shit, fortune from a fortune cookie

"Thou Shalt Get Sidetracked by Bullshit, Every Goddamned Time." -- The Ghoul

"If you believe that you are talking to G-d, you can justify anything.” — my Dad

"Colt .45s; putting bad guys in the ground since 1873." -- Unknown

"Stay Strapped or Get Clapped." -- probably not Mr. Rogers

"The Dildo of Karma rarely comes lubed." -- Unknown

"Eck!" -- George the Cat

* "TOFF" = Treasonous Orange Fat Fuck,
"FOFF" = Felonious Old Fat Fuck,
"COFF" = Convicted Old Felonious Fool,
A/K/A Commandante (or Cadet) Bone Spurs,
A/K/A El Caudillo de Mar-a-Lago, A/K/A the Asset,
A/K/A P01135809, A/K/A Dementia Donnie, A/K/A Felon^34,
A/K/A Dolt-45, A/K/A Don Snoreleone

Monday, April 20, 2015

'Murrica, Hell, Yeah!

[At] Sunday's contest at Big Texan Steak Ranch in Amarillo, Texas, wasn't even close. Molly Schuyler scarfed down three 72-ounce steaks, three baked potatoes, three side salads, three rolls and three shrimp cocktails -- far outpacing her heftier rivals.

That's more than 13 pounds of steak, not counting the sides. And she did it all in 20 minutes, setting a record in the process.
She finished the first meal in four minutes and 13 seconds.

I find it hard to wrap my mind around the concept that a person can be a professional competitive-eater, let alone that gorging one's self with about fifteen pounds of food in 20 minutes is considered to be a "sport".

What the hell is next, a "train-pulling"* competition?
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* That has nothing to do with railroads. Go look it up.

3 comments:

mikey said...

Concur. To take something as basic and pleasurable as food and make it a disgusting chore is just foul.

On the other hand, it's always so much fun to see Survivorman go three or four days and then kill a mouse with a deadfall trap or find a birds nest with eggs in it or get his hands on a couple of crayfish - the pleasure of that tiny, unseasoned meal is so genuine, and so utterly human that you can't help but smile...

Deadstick said...

I wouldn't worry. Mother Nature will probably give this lady precisely what she has coming...

Mike R said...

Train pulling, I used to work for a railroad as an engineer that would be interesting, oh fudge you don't mean that kind of train do you.