Yesterday, a new hot dog-eating world record was set at 72 hot dogs in 10 minutes by a man by the name of Joey Chestnut.
72 hot dogs.
In 10 minutes.
Now, I knew that there were hot dog-eating contests and that the human garbage disposals competing in them put down large amounts of wieners, but I had no clue they were putting up numbers like these.
First of all, what most people are unaware of, is that this Joey Chestnut guy set 2 world records that day. One for the most hot dogs eaten in 10 minutes, and one for the biggest, heaviest, brown dragon dookie ever dropped. I mean, this dude may as well set up camp in his bathroom cause he’s gonna be there for the next few days. Possibly even weeks. He may have taken number one in the contest, but he took a massive number two at home. I read that the calories he consumed were somewhere over 20,000. That is the calorie intake of around 10 days, in one sitting… That also means he’s taking around 10 days worth of shits in one sitting as well… God have mercy on that man’s toilet. Consuming that amount of food is unfathomable to me. Where does it all go? If you laid out 72 hot dogs on a table, they would take up the whole freakin’ table. That image you’re picturing in your head went into someone’s stomach. And that person didn’t die. Or turn into a pile of human feces. What.
If you haven’t already seen it, check out the video of the eating contest which I believe is on Youtube. (I am too lazy too add the link for it.) It really is an amazingly weird thing to see. These guys don’t even look like they are eating. It looks as if they are trying to hold back puke by painfully shoving copious amounts of wieners down their throats. They are like human wood chippers, grinding the hot dogs into one end and (presumably) shooting the chips out the other end. How the contestants didn’t projectile vomit all over the crowd of people watching them scarf down the frankfurters is almost as amazing as the courage of the men who were apparently commentating the event. From what it looks like, the commentators were standing directly below the eaters, mere inches from their faces. I compare this to standing at the bottom of an active smoking volcano. They could’ve been sprayed at any moment by hot dog-lava.
Maybe the funniest part about all of this to me is that it was aired on ESPN. I’m probably just ignorant, but I had no idea this was classified as an ESPN-worthy sport. The contestants take it seriously and want to win at all costs. It really is funny to me, imagining these guys sitting on the toilet after a hard day of practice, painfully relieving themselves but remembering what is at stake. Toilet paper is stacked to the ceiling as they push out the remnants of their undoubtedly multiple-hour bathroom brawl, their faces stiff with the eye of the tiger. Truly a hilarious mental image.
In all seriousness though, these guys are awesome at what they do. They have the hearts of lions. And probably the poops of them too.
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