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I ate all the tuna, causing its extinction. I did so in an entirely dolphin-safe fashion.
Bob ate all the dolphins.
Tiring of the contest, I ate all 500,000 abandoned buildings in Detroit. I suggested to the Detroit city fathers that the acres and acres of vacant land created by my efforts be made into a park, with grass and ponds and picnic tables and cheeseburger trees and barbecue pits and pigs with apples in their mouths. I suggested that this park be named Iron Stomach Park, and that it most definitely not be named after some rich corporation, unless that rich corporation is named Iron Stomach Park (or The Iron Stomach Park Corporation) and is dedicated to the promotion of eating contests world-wide. Detroit's city fathers will get back to me.
Bob ate a Hawaiian Island. It was not believed to be volcanically active, but his groaning indicates otherwise.