This is a going to be wicked. Okay, at my work we do these lame 'team building' exercises every quarter. We have 5 teams and I'm team captain for my team. Were called the 'Lot Lizzards'. The great thing about that name is that nobody knows what it mean. And in true management fashion I asked people for name suggestions and then just chose the name I thought of anyways (It's kind of my management style ). Last quarter it was dodge ball. This quarter it's was our teams choice for the event. Well, in my usual fashion I put it before the team and then ultimatly elected my own idea. I picked Hot-dog eating contest! Me being a veggie and all, the contestants will be able to pick between meat and veggie-dogs. The buzz around the office is palatable. For some reason people are not very excited about this challenge. There is something quite noble & Roman about competitive eating.
The good part:
I went out for drinks on tuesday with my friend Charles from work and he's on my team. We started talking strategy and stuff, and his girlfriend is an anesthesiologist, and we are going to 'juice' for the eat off. By juicing I mean like Barry Bonds 'juicing'. The day of the 'heat' we are going to tie-off, and she going to inject up via hyperdermic needle a drug that opens your stomach right up into your intestines! So we'll be able to chug down a nauseating amout of veggie-dogs. We also thought that not using napkins will intimidate our competition as our faces get greazy and full of ketchup. Does that sound fucking awesome or what? So when I blow chunks after we win, it's going to be big. It's going to be chunky, and come from deep in my soul.
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