There used to be a long standing bet in my then local, that you couldn't eat a tin of cat food in 5 mins.
My mate was a very stubborn bloke, had done a lot of other 'orrible stuff for bets.
He assured me this was a breeze.
After a lot of money flying about,that weekend in the small packed local, anticipating some fun, he was sat down,while the entire boozer looked on, hushed.
A large tin of whiskers prawn & fish special was plonked in front of him, with a very large desert spoon.
As soon as the first mouthful went in, the stench of that muck, the crunch of the texture, I saw the horror & pain in his eyes.
I lost a packet.
f***er only managed the one mouthful
He stunk of cat & fish all day.

Edited by kingdowieonthewall (18 Jan 2015 2.23pm)