Last night’s Fat Boy Eat off went down. While all attention was focused on me, Jimmy worked his wing magic and surpassed me by two with room to go. I could be a punk and say that I had carrots, fries, and beer and others didn’t, but homie don’t play that!

Jimmy ate 45, I had 43, everyone else capped out in the 20-30 range.

I took two hand washings, four wet naps, and a shower to get the smell of wings off of my hands.