Joey Chestnut from Hester Street?


Yeah Jooooey, fuck him up!!

Kind of like Curt Schilling and the ketchup on his sock? Kobayashi will still win, and it will be that much more dramatic because he'll do it with an arthritic jaw.

I saw an article that described him as "The greatest competitive eating athlete". What has this world come to where people who can stuff their faces with a million hot dogs are considered athletes?

I want to vomit just THINKING about eating all those hot dogs. I honestly don't know how they do it.

Oh, and Beth, Funniest Post of the Day!!!

Well put, Blibble.

In all fairness to these "athletes," it's the media whores that cover this shit that are to blame.

Still, I'd rather read about a hot dog eating contest than Eva Longoria's wedding, any day.

Yeah Babe, you only eat them when they're expired!!

Oh, God, don't remind me!! That was the worst!

I was watching the old Dean Martin Roasts last night on dvd.

Orson Welles had an incredible, self-deprecating sense of humor and Don Rickles may be the funniest guy that ever lived.

I'm in one of those moods, and suppose I have been for a week or so, wherein I pursue intellectual vigour and find disappointment. It results in one-line posts in line with sexual frustration, and paragraph-long film reviews of empty statements.

So I'm going to bed to watch the four unwatched Hitchcock films I have.

So take off all yo' clothes.

There is an actual world association of competitive eating that sanctions these events.

When I was eight, I was in a youth watermelon eating contest and lost to a kid with no hands.
Because of his disability, the contest organizers disallowed any of the participants from using their hands, which made the whole thing messy. Cookie Fanelli was apparently winning when he was disqualified for instinctively positioning his third rind with his left hand. His mother went nuts, and I remember her arguing that it wasn't his fault that he had hands. She also accused the boy with no hands of using his stubs and elbows.

Cookie Fanelli would eventually have his day in the sun. The park that hosted the watermelon eating contest had a bicycle decorating contest that he won. He only put a few balloons on the bike while other participants, had much more creative, colorful and beautifully decorated bikes. Also, even though he was ten, Cookie was still riding with one training wheel, leaning his pudgy frame to the left as carefully rode in front of the judges. Cookie won, I learned decades later, because the judges were so damned scared of his mother.

Great story Klyd!

Cookie Fanelli, huh? Sounds like a kid from 62nd street and 11th avenue in Brooklyn.

He was actually a great kid. His real name was Anthony although it took me a minute to think of it because all he was known by was Cookie.

The watermelon eating contest, come to think of it, happened on the day before the Fourth of July, so it was 35 years ago to this very date.

Klydon, this sounds like the beginning of a funny movie, a dark comedy, where everyone is a loser, except the kid with no hands, because Cookie Fanelli has a frightening mother who will kill a handicapped kid for her sons win. Maybe the judges could wake up to a bloody balloon in their bed

And I didn't even tell you the story about the junior beauty pageant that Snubsy McGivler won in what only can be described as a greater upset than the Jets beating the Colts in the 1969 Super Bowl.

She must have been from the Irish section of Bay Ridge Brooklyn.

Ding, ding, ding. We have a weiner. Joey ate 66 to be exact.

I think I'd be eating nothing but hamburgers today after that.

I wonder what happens to those guys after an eating contest. Do they finish their day normally? Or do they need lots of Tums?

I think the bathroom plays a big part of the rest of their day.

rest for the rest of the day in rest room

Their day? More than that, I'll bet! Remember this has evolved from a gluttony-for-fun pig-out to something now called a Competitive Eating Event. These "Competitive Eaters" all belong to an organization, consider themselves athletes (?!?!) and train for each competition.

Jeez...I think it's the "training" part that gets me.

Signor V.

I don't think I want to do this anymore.

After hearing a boot...err "Rare Recording" of The Police at Staples Center, I'm feeling alot more excited about the gig. Woo six days more. Yea heavy and a bottle of bread.

I've been thinking... The world has been very quick to judge Communism (yes, another commie-post), because Communism does not actually exist. Not off of paper, at least. We've never had a true Communist government, not a purely Communist government by definition of Marx, at least. For a government and economy in which everyone is truly equal, there can be no government. A Communist Government is a complete oxymoron. We've never experienced actual Communism, just leftist totalitarianism. For TRUE Communism, everyone must TRULY be equal. This means no leaders, no government, no order.

True Communism is Anarchy.

He did scare me the first time I met him.

There is a nice line in the movie Salo: "We fascists are the only anarchists left" or something on those lines. Interesting observation.

Signor -

Rumor has it that you are going to Philly this year to enter a Philly Cheesesteak eating contest!

well i trip over everything you say. you wont ever get to far, i just wanna break you down so badly in the worst way. im gonna make damn sureeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee,

*cough*

Very interesting, but I don't know how much I agree with it. I see fascism as the absolute, complete opposite of anarchy.

Wow, good to see you poking around here! How've you been?