Message on my Answering Machine....
"Mr Steakbellie,
This is (insert name of 10 year old punk neighborhood kid here)
I just ate a hotdog in 18 seconds
hahahahahaha"
-click-
I have three beautiful sons that are lucky enough to look like their Mother. I spend all of my time with those little bastards. I'm rated 18th in the World for Competitive Eating. It makes my Mom nervous, she thought I was going to be a Doctor.
"Mr Steakbellie,
This is (insert name of 10 year old punk neighborhood kid here)
I just ate a hotdog in 18 seconds
hahahahahaha"
-click-
Labels: Competitive Eating
6 comments:
The punk thugs in my neighborhood don't use phones. They spraypaint messages for each other. From what I gather from the messages they must be very skinny young folk as none of them eat, but apparently all of them suck.
Are you going to take the lad (or lass) under your wing, so to speak? Teach the finer points of hotdoggery?
I'm quite impressed that your positive influence on the neighbourhood is having such a profound effect on today's youth.
honey - it was more of a "Nanny, nanny boo, boo!!!!"
the kid actually isnt a punk but he's pretty spunky. I warned him before that he isnt allowed to race Hotdogs because they are a choking danger.
We laughed pretty hard when we heard the message though....
Hey, I just ran across a good write-up on the whole eatin' thing here:
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2006/07/05/SPEEDEATER.TMP
Thought you might be interested... Or maybe not. It's hard to tell.
I'm always appreciative of new info...THANKS!
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