When I Said Before That Our Culture Was Doomed, I Was Just Kidding
Tonight on Fox (who else): two hours of something called, I am not kidding, “The Glutton Bowl.” The “contestants” in each round watched as an industrial drum was lowered from the ceiling and the contents tipped into a giant bowl – butter, mayonnaise, hard-boiled eggs, brains, beef tongue, bull testicles, etc. Then they ate it. Sports-style commentary was provided as the eaters struggled to use their abdominal muscles to rearrange the food in their stomachs. Judges had to decide how much “smearage” of things like butter and mayo on the combatants’ clothes should be allowed before disqualification.
I think it goes without saying that everyone involved in this production should be pressed through a sieve of piano wire, with the remains fed to wild dogs.
I think fat guys are sexy, but not when they’re used as circus animals. Dance on the ball, fattie! *CRACK*
They’ll make a show about your solution, you do know that.
I only saw bits and pieces of the show. It was such a car crash I couldn’t keep from looking. The lowpoint for me was when the commentators described the gluttons as athletes. Then I turned the channel back to the Olympcs and saw some real athletes.
I did find it amusing that “Hey Man Who Ate My Pizza?” was the blog-on-rotation in your sidebar while I was reading this …