on a cable channel i didn't know existed there is now a game show called "hurl". guys sit down and gorge by the stop-clock. they then force themselves to puke. whomever expels the least wins $1000. (does a hapless somebody measure the volume, or the circumference of the splat?)
maybe it's my own close and cozy relationship with purging that has made me go 'round the bend over this. i'm only ever nauseated when july 4th brings nathan's hot dog eating barftacular to tv. i literally cannot watch kobayashi and the rest of 'em defy nature. (finding his name through google brought me to the alarming existence of the "ifoce-- international federation of competitive eating." i'm familiar with the old-timey tradition of county fair pie-eating contests, but how did this come to be regarded as a sport? it's on espn ffs. much like elvis and rv's it's something so peculiarly american.)
i know boys think any bodily function expressed is hilarious, and clearly i'm not the demographic for this, lol. but, um, yuk, ok?
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