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Stinging Nettle Eating

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The world is lousy with eating competitions. Lousy! I engage in them frequently myself. I'll just depants late at night and sit nude in a room I have heated to 95 degrees and stare at a massive plate of pastries and dare myself to eat them. Go on, Felix, eat them. Eat them! Grandma's chubby little man loves Danish, doesn't he?

I take one bite and weep until the heat knocks me unconscious. It's my little bugaboo.

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Ferret Legging

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I was so positive this wasn't a real thing that when I found out that it is not only real, but popular enough to have its own Wikipedia page, I had to stop writing this and fix myself a Tom Collins, because this sort of shit requires a dour, old-timey drink to get through.

Ferret legging, also known as "ferret-down-trousers," also known as "put-'em down," also known as "Don't these names sound like bullshit?" is the act of filling one's pants with ferrets. The animals. Competitively.

Naturally, simply having a rodent in your pants isn't much of a competition on its own, so you need to get some friends with rodents in their pants, and then, once you're all ferreted up, you wait. This is the essence of the competition. Who can manage a pantsload of ferrets the longest.

If you're not particularly well-acquainted with ferrets, the most significant detail to appreciate about them right now is that they have mouths full of razor-like teeth, which they use to help them eat things like eggs, small birds and rodents, and your testicles, if you have a ferret in your pants. And even domesticated ones love to bite.

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Laxative Challenge

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Like some of the YouTube challenges I tried not too long ago, the laxative challenge is something made up by morons in an attempt to assist them in recognizing who their moron king should be so that it's easier to organize themselves when they go out to eat paint chips or roll down hills in porta-potties.

Laxatives, as you know, are medications designed to force you to poop. They force it. Like every creature on Earth with a butthole already has a standard poop schedule, but laxatives show up and say, "Fuck that, you are to poop now! And again in 10 minutes. And 20 minutes after that!" The challenge comes in as you try to fight with the laxative on the spiritual plane, life force against life force, where you try not to poop and the laxative laughs and twists your jejunum into knots until you do.

The winner of the laxative challenge is the person who, among all their friends, resists the need to poop the longest. That's what winning is -- a gut churning, likely auditory discomfort of awfulness as a chemical reaction in your stomach forces whatever solids are inside you to shuffle on down your intestine like a dance troupe and wait at the stage door to escape like rats from a sinking ship.

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Masturbation Competition

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I don't want to be a braggart, but I can hold the sausage hostage like a champ over here, and I can do it while watching TV, while listening to music, while dancing, you name it. But even I, with my myriad skills in this field, would not partake in a contest to determine who did it best, because I feel like every entrant is immediately somehow a loser. Think about it: Say you enter the masturbation contest, you're on a stage with 15 other people, some sad-eyed man in an ill-fighting suit whose family disowned him years ago fires a starting pistol, and then you're off? You'll start by beating the sad little thug against your own leg, maybe wringing its neck a bit, and then what? If you get off first, what does that even mean about you?

The first guy who blows it during a masturbation competition is probably insane. Because really, how can you not hold off? You're the one in charge. This implies you wanted to get off, you wanted to feel the sting of humiliation with your little dingle in your hand in front of a crowd, and hey, if that's your thing, good for you, but also bad for you. Bad! You just lost.

The guy who goes second is arguably even lamer than the guy who went first, because we all suspect the guy who came first did so on purpose to fulfill some exhibitionist thrill. The guy who did it second was just a loser.

Now all the way at the end of the competition (and I read some dude went for 10 hours and change doing this), the guy who wins is the guy who could maintain a boner but still not get off for hours upon hours while a crowd of the truly mad looked on, because you know only insane people are sticking around for 10 hours of masturbation. All this man proves to the world is that chafing is not something he's particularly worried about and, if you have sex with this person, you'll remember it thanks to the fire in your crotch that wakes you up some hours later.