I despise eating contests. Frankly, I'd be ashamed to participate in one when so many people are going hungry. And I'm not talking about Ethiopia. I wonder how many homeless and hungry people this guy may have passed on his way to Denny's Beer Barrel Pub where he consumed a burger weighing in at 20 pounds.
When asked what possessed him to eat a burger that big, Sciullo said: "I wanted to see if I could."
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For completing the challenge in the under-five-hour time limit, Sciullo won $400, three T-shirts, a certificate "and a burger hangover, as I call it," Liegey said.
After he finishes what might be a world-record bowel movement, he should donate that $400 to a local food bank.
Reader Advisory: This post is pretty gross and explicit. Unless you ever seriously considered becoming a doctor or a vet you might want to stop here.
I use plastic bags for scooping and disposing of cat litter. Last week I scooped both boxes and deposited the litter into the bags. I keep one bag inside another just in case there's a rip or something. I tie a knot in the first bag and then tie a knot in the second bag before taking it to the dumpster.
Last week I forgot to take the bag out. It was still sitting in the small plastic bucket which helps keep the bags open since I fold the bags over the edge of the bucket. I needed to clean the litter boxes this morning and I decided to pry open the bags and continue filling those rather than use new bags.
I gently pried open the knot in the top bag and then began working on the inner bag. I noticed what appeared to be a rubber band tangled up in the knot. I thought that was strange since I don't use those to secure the bags shut. As I got the knot untied I pulled at the thing and it actually wasn't a loop like a rubber band would be. I thought it was a piece of spaghetti. Then my brain began to kick into action.
If it really was a wayward string of pasta it would probably have been dry and brittle and would easily break. It was quite limber. This was going through my brain as I was holding the end of it. I quickly dropped it into the pre-existing litter and began scooping fresh litter out of the boxes and into the bucket, trying very hard to cover that thing up as quickly as possible so I wouldn't have to see it.
I took the bag out to the dumpster, this time holding it in my left hand which was the pasta hand, so that I'd use a relatively clean hand on the door knobs. Then I went to wash my hands.
I don't know what the hell it was but I have a feeling it was gross. (And I refuse to use the "T" word on this blog.) Did it crawl out of a turd and try to escape through the knot?
I need to think about something else. Like what's for lunch. See you all later.
It has been an educational and informative week, that's for sure.
It all started with a couple of posts elsewhere. Check them out, then come back here and we'll continue: 1 and 2
So from what I understand, there is from time to time a necessity to express the contents of the anal glands manually, and it can be a DIY procedure rather than a series of expensive trips to the vet, as long as you know what you are doing.
First, it helps to understand where these anal sacs are located. So I have taken it upon myself to locate a handy illustration, as well as some other helpful Q&Astuff. And if you want additional answers, you can find plenty of helpful message boards out there. For best results, make sure you are posting your question on the correct board, otherwise confusion might ensue. If you find this to be unpleasant, realize you are not alone.
OK, looks simple enough. I believe I can find those.
It is probably a good idea to pop on a latex glove, you know.. just in case. I mean, try it bare-handed if you want to, but since this is my first demonstration and I am not familiar with the outcome, I'm going to play it safe.
Now, the next step is to hoist up the feline which is in need of having those anal glands expressed. Oh yes, I believe those swollen anal glands are plainly visible. This should be a piece of cake.
Oops, what I thought were anal sacs might have actually been his balls, or what's left of them. Sorry, Tot; my mistake.
I have a feeling there's going to be hell to pay for this little exercise.
At this point, I'd suggest you stop, have a Girl Scout cookie, and some chocolate, and try again. (It may taste fishy; that's perfectly normal.)
Or maybe seek the instruction of a qualified and trained vet, or anal sac technician before attempting this on your own.
(I ate that cookie, by the way.)
And you dog owners, you are not exempt from this phenomenon either, so stop laughing.
There's some guy at work who spends a hell of a long time sitting on the toilet every morning reading the paper. I don't know what he gets paid but if it was me, I'd be raking in $30 a day just to take a shit. That's $150 a week or $600 a month. Can I get paid that much for doing it at home?
