Fear Factor

I don’t know if fear factor was new or not tonight.

but eww… just eww… if you don’t know what they had to eat… you don’t have to know… you don’t want to know…

mabey I will be proved wrong… but I can’t think of anything grosser than what they had to eat tonight…

as far as I can imagin they have reached the absolute lowest point in the “eatting” catagory that reality shows can reach…

unless they go to canabalism… I don’t think I can think of something that is ‘yuckyer’ to eat…

(I am sure that within 5 posts someone will think of something worse than “assorted penises” but… I can’t think of anything)

They ate assorted penises? I must know…what kind of penises were they?

Water buffalo, elk, deer.

I really don’t know how it can be called “Fear Factor” any more. All it is is a gross-out contest.

See, I wouldn’t be afraid to eat a deer dick, I would just be too grossed out to. Where’s the fear??

Happy

penises are just meat. I’m MUCH more grossed out by slimy things, entrails, and didn’t I see something about rotten egg nog? WTF?

Right. That was the Xmas episode. They had to eat reindeer testicles and wash it down with 100 year old eggnog. Very gross.

Anyway, I agree that there’s not much to be afraid of. It’s just physical challenges and eating something gross. And there’s no way the show is going to allow you to get hurt doing one of those stunts. So no fear…

Where do you get 100 year old egg nog? And do they, like, pasteurize it or something so it dosen’t kill you? I don’t normally watch, but I did see a nasty fish-bits one where a girl had a bad allergic reaction to getting cut reaching inside the rotten fish to find out what nasty bits she had to eat, so the on site doctor sent her home. So obviously they’re supervising and all and you’re not going to die of anything. But I do wonder about the egg nog.

I’m waiting for the episode where they all actually take a shit on a plate and then randomly are picked to eat a spoonful of each pile.

They would have three minutes of course!

I rarely watch the gross-out contest…it’s just a matter of time before they serve the poo-poo platter. (maybe it’ll just be animal feces the first time)

100 year old egg nog? I need this explained, dammit!

I like Joe Rogan. He’s a funny, funny man, if a bit crass.

His stand-up routine makes me pee myself.
His writing makes me fill my pants. (Ever read his review of Extreme Elvis? Oh my god.)

Fear Factor makes me weep. Such a funny, funny man. And such a whore.

I agree with “where is the fear?” Here is the perfect show I would make:
Stunt 1 — Have the contestant in a 7’×3’ cubicle that compressed to the point where his/her body was had 15 pounds of pressure on the front and the back, then have them put the straw hanging down in his/her mouth and fill it with water above their head, then drop in small crabs and some harmless, yet creepy looking fish. First two to evacuate the cubicle are eliminated
Stunt 2 — Have the contestants stand on 70 foot towers that is just large enough to put one foot on, while having bats fly by their head, rabid wolves lurking at the bottom, and no strings attached- just a net that is deployed when the weight is removed from the tower. Last two standing move on.
Stunt 3 — Have the contestants be places on a revolving table that has knives, daggers, and swords dropped at the precisely calculated moments to NOT hit the contestant, with a strobe light going, and screams in the background. If they make it thru, say 30 blades dropped, then the table moves upright and takes off on a roller coaster track. One with the longest time on the table(or alive) or, with the lowest heart rate on the roller coaster wins!

I say put them inside one of those air-filled ‘Moonwalks’ that little kids love so much. Have ‘em squat over a table saw with a 10" Carbide-tipped rip blade a-whizzin’ full kilter.

The person that gets closest to the blade without getting his or her genitalia ripped to shreads wins the money.
Now, that I would watch, week in and week out.

Happy

Even the gross-outs aren’t that bad.

I’d tune in if I knew folks were going to have to drink twelve fluid ounces of bong-water.

They’d be begging for the buffalo-wangs.