Let me be one of the first to say to all those in the United States, “Happy 4th of July!” Woooooo!
Well…almost, I’m a day early. However, the festivities of the American Food have already commenced.
Being the huge 80’s fans that we are, my husband and I often quote lines from our favorite movies.
Yesterday, my husband had on one of the various ESPN channels and I changed up the quote from, “The Lost Boys,” a bit:
“One thing I never could stomach…. watching all the people shove tons of hot dogs in their mouths.”
Seriously, Hot Dog eating contests gross me out – and how can these guys not die?
I could only watch two minutes before having to walk away –
ewwww. I wanna hurl.
How the heck, is that a sport? Why is this so huge around Independence Day?
Their poor significant others, following the event…you smell like hot dogs, hon. (the smell oozing out the pores) I wonder for how many days? Like how alcohol odor sticks around while you’re hung over.
Could you imagine belching the rest of the day…and like Homer Simpson would say, “mmmm….hot dawg!” I wonder if they evacuate their stomachs after…hello, Bulimia. (this bathroom will be out-of-order the rest of the day…For contestants dashing to throw up or poop.)
I wonder if they get their choice of Turkey dogs or beef franks…or for the vegetarian, Soy dogs! (ha!) Their back packs must be stocked with water, Tums, and X-Lax.
That dude, Joey Chestnut, ate 69 wieners! A World Record – breaking his old record of 67. And to think, hot dogs were what we were planning for our 4th of July dinner…and I’m kinda not wanting them now.