I read somewhere once that a man could eat sixty four chicken nuggets before dying.

Obviously that’s not true!, we’ve all been horrified watching a hot dog or pie eating contest where they gorge themselves something awful. I can’t imagine how awful those last seven hot dogs must feel going in. I imagine the expulsion process afterward would be lengthy and unpleasant. A real sight to behold if you like horrible, terrible, nasty no good things. Blargh! I wonder what sort of mental prep you have to do in order to be able to do that to yourself on a consistent basis. You know leading up to it they have to practice. You couldn’t go months on end in between competitions and not train at all. Your body wouldn’t be able to take the stress. Relax this, hold that, bend at the hips, don’t do x, y or z up to two days before hand. It must be a whole regimen involved in hurting yourself that badly. Boggles the mind.

I just sent off another round of tweaks so I expect an hour or so before I hear back, potentially. So I thought I’d write up a quick how do you do, grab some breakfast then take a load of stuff out to my shop for a quick task. Whether or not I can finish the quick task as quickly as I think I can remains to be seen. Time will tell.

Are you people out there watching Summer House at all? What a mess. The people that is. The house they all share is lovely. Each season it seems to get bigger and bigger. I remember the first season when they all drank Twisted Tea like it was water. Would not want to feel like they do the day after they raged well into the wee hours of the morning. I feel hung over if I’m up too late just watching a movie, let alone drinking a 2-4 worth of alcoholic beverages. I can’t party like I used too. Even then, back in the day, I wouldn’t do a 2-4 in a day. Yikes! Red flag, red flag.