

The whole concept of eating contests has always appalled me.
Like most kids of my era, mom would always guilt me into finishing my dinner because “there are starving kids in Africa that would would love to have that plate of Brussels sprouts.” So even back then, my mind couldn’t reconcile the fact that we all know there are starving kids in the world but also we have competitive eating contests.
I feel similar, but for billionaires.
At first glance I read “Speed dating a 7-pound burger (…)” and was confused.
There are much easier ways to keep yourself from passing gas. Like a butt plug.
That’s how you make a bazooka. Or a buttzooka.
Paging ChubbyaEmu
This guy watched BeardMeatsFood and thought, yeah, I could do that too.
I love Beard but he’s nowhere near one of the world’s top eaters. He just has better personality and content than most. I’ve completed a handful of huge eating challenges myself, but I did fail the last one I tried. I’m getting too old for that stuff.