I eat like seven men together.
There's nothing pretty about competitive eating. It might be uncouth, but it is fun, and it is lighthearted.
It has long been my boast that I can read or eat anything. But unfortunately, although I eat like a Hoover, I read so slowly that I am always on the smart book three years after everyone else has finished.
I can eat two large pizzas and a tray of brownies in one sitting. I'm not sharing that. We can get another one, but I ain't sharing.
I can eat fifty eggs.
Pretty much all I'm doing during an eating contest is being uncomfortable and not forgetting to breathe.
I can easily eat 15-20 dosas or idlis at a time.
I'm a pretty hefty eater.
As far as I remember, I was always a big eater. I eat just as much as the wrestler guys.
It's weird because people think the biggest guys are the biggest eaters, but fat doesn't expand as much as muscle, so you want someone with a big frame who can expand.
One has to know the size of one's stomach.
I hate to say this, but I'm one of those people with an extremely fast metabolism. I eat, eat, eat, and yet I can't seem to gain any weight.
I'd never eaten lobster before. I was 21. I didn't know what the heck I was doing. I was scooping guts. But I tied for third. And the two men who beat me didn't look good. One was Bob Shoudt. He seemed in pain. And I felt fine! I was 'Oh, my God, they look like they're dying. And I can eat so much more!' I knew I was made for it after that contest.
I think my body was built to eat 68 hot dogs. It's natural.
You better cut the pizza in four pieces because I'm not hungry enough to eat six.
People are always surprised by how much I love to eat. I guess I don't look like I eat that much, but I can put it away.
