This couple started a weblog in order to enhance their chances of being contestants on "Fear Factor."
That's not a misread.
"Fear Factor."
Mark Lisanti at Defamer summarizes it nicely:
"They want help getting attention for their campaign to win the opportunity to gobble as many rooster testicles, bison boners, and llama anuses as their stomachs can handle in 60 seconds, then suffer Joe Rogan’s smug giggles when they inevitably vomit?” Then we realized it’s not nice to laugh at self-destructive impulses that we don’t understand, so we’ll wish them luck, hoping that the thought of the million dollar prize helps them keep down that nasty goulash of animal junk as they’re being dropped off a skyscraper in a Ford Focus. Godspeed, etc etc."
I say you play to your strengths. If your mind isn't a depository of useless minutiae you don't try out for "Jeopardy."
I also found this wonderful little game through Defamer. Makes me long for those Old "Bob Newhart" drinking games we played in school.
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