Winning an eating competition has taught me that it’s possible to experience pride and self-loathing at the same time.
Eric “Badlands” Booker and Laura “Palsy-armed” Leu at Nathan’s Hot Dog Eating qualifier at Citi Field on Saturday, June 4, 2011.
I’m bringing my own personal Bunnette to the Nathan’s qualifier today.
This guy is pretty awesome. And also probably suffering from Histoplasmosis.
Adam started a new food blog, in which he tells food exactly how he feels. Naturally it’s called “I Want You Inside Me.” Follow him!
Miniature Devil’s Food Cake
You look amazing Miniature Devil’s Food Cake, but I’m concerned about your tiny size. The idea is to put you in my stomach—not in a fucking doll’s house. Still, a rich chocolate cake like you would pair perfectly with my other dinner plans: repeatedly rewatching the final episode of Oprah and sobbing.
I’m going to need about 25 of you. Let’s make this happen. I Want You Inside Me.
Follow-up: “Hasta la vista, baby.” —The father of my unborn love-child, at my abortion appointment.
Hot dog practice run #2—special Mother’s Day edition.
Get a room.
(Source: thedailywhat)
My Star Wars Polka is appropriate only one day out of the year. That day is today. May the Fourth be with you!
“ That poor fucking person who harvested your asparagus from Peru might have died because you wanted a fucking goddamn asparagus in August. Which doesn’t happen. If you’re going to be a vegetarian, limit yourself to food from a place you can go to in two hours and just eat that. Do it, or shut the fuck up.
— David Chang has opinions on vegetarians.
