Pointersaurus Challenge

Well today at Fontbonne our activities board decided to plan some good old fashion fun and host a Pointersaurus Pizza eating contest. Me being a huge fan of food gingerly signed up for this event with truck loads of self confidence. The pizza is 26 inches, ten pounds, and built for destruction. Kent (My Partner) and I decided to approach the contest with open minds and eating the pizza with hopes to finish during the allotted one-hour time limit.

5 minutes in: "Holy shit Kent we have an hour to do this, why don't they give us the check now."

10 minutes in: "This contest is a joke and this pizza is actually really good."

20 minutes in: "Man I'm not even full yet, I think we have a sold chance." (I'm starting to get full)

30 minutes in: "Half way dude we just have to eat half of this thing in 30 minutes and were good, besides I still can eat a lot more." (I can hardly eat any more)

40 minutes in: "Those kids next to us are going to puke for sure." (I might puke pretty soon)

50 minutes in: "Ew that kid just puked!" (I'm the happiest man ever because we were the last team standing and I did not have to eat for the last 8 minutes)

Now the challenge is over and I feel like a python after eating an entire cow, I won't have to eat for another year, and If I move too fast my stomach will explode.

20 minutes ago I literally just woke up from being in a four hour food induced coma, I think I have a hang over from eating to much pepperoni and bacon, I don't plan on showing any time soon, and I might drop out of college.

Is is worth attempting...no

It's like waking up after you get way too wasted, "Man I'm never fucking drinking again." Except this time I mean it.