Some stomachs that have been chronically dilated by overeating will hold over a gallon.
But most won’t. Hence the need for medicine to help empty the stomach.
Nota Bene: I am not advocating this approach. Medications which speed gastric emptying are not without their side-effects, some of which may become permanent. And using this approach will not guarantee success; rather it will raise the odds a bit so maybe it’s a 20:1 longshot rather than a 2000:1 longshot.
I didn’t notice that skim milk wasn’t allowed. In that case, one should add lipase along with the lactase I suggested in my first post in this thread. This should help minimize subsequent side-effects, win or lose this inane, puerile contest.
We used to do all sorts of insane challenges when I was younger. A tablespoon of salt was the most dangerous (luckily we all vomitted seconds after swallowing). A small bottle of vinegar was relatively easy but we all felt sick for days. In another challenge we ate instant coffee - no one could have more than two tablespoons (though I suspect if we pushed it, we could have had a few more). Non-dairy creamer, Equal (or other sugar substitute) and easter egg dye were a few of the other moronic ones.
I’ve never tried the milk challenge but I’m extremely lactose intolerant so I suspect this is why it never came up. I’m sure some of the fellows I used to have these contests with would have loved to have tried, but now that we are all responsible adults I doubt I could convince any of them to play along (at least not while sober).
I’ve done the teaspoon of cinnamon. It instantly sucked all the water out of my mouth and made it impossible to swallow. Also did the saltine challenge, (4 saltines, placed in mouth simultaneously, must be swallowed within 1 minute) with similar results. I have seen someone pull off the saltine one though. Don’t even get me started on the mashed potato challenge.
shudder This slightly-lactose-intolerant skim-milk-only soy-milk-preferred girl is ready to puke just reading about that.
When I was working on a trail crew once, we were supposed to drink at least two 32-ounce bottles worth of water per work day - so about 8 ounces every hour. I could usually manage about 32 ounces per day. Being that I’m tiny, I just don’t need that much water, no matter how hot I am, mostly because I just don’t have room for it in my teeny-tiny organs. Alas, common sense did not prevail. Often, our working hours were ended by a chugging contest, in which we competed who could drain 32 ox Nalgene bottle the fastest. I once won, then promptly turned around and hurled. To that, I say never again.
Trying something similar with whole milk? Where’s the vomit smiley?
Many unusual and outrageous things were sampled by me in college. Including a beverage called “Hereford’s cow”, of all things. An alcoholic dairy drink, it came in flavors like strawberry, banana, mocha, etc. etc. Anybody else remember it?
But food eating contests were not among those things, IIRC.
I did invent soy toast though, once when we were pretty much out of food, and seriously munched: White bread, toasted, with margarine and a sprinkling of soy sauce on it. Yum!
Until I discovered vegemite a few years back, I would still snack on it on occasion.
Qadgop’s already weighed in, but my own online research indicates the average capacity of a human stomach is between 2 and 3 pints. So what you’re betting on is that you can pour 8 pints into a 3 pint container.
The Gallon Challenge! Truly, it is a thing of beauty when a) your whitnessing many of your friends do it and b) it is video-taped.
Awhile back, my sister brought home a video she recorded of her evening. It involved a party, 50+ people, and 8 or so challengers in a field with crowds all gathered around. They were people who wanted to make fools of themselves - mostly guys, but one or two girls. There were even a handfull that were lactose intolerant - either they drank soy, were allowed half a gallon, or toughed it out with whole milk.
Man, it was awesome. In the awesome sense. It inspired awe.
They were allowed to hurl since it was basically impossible otherwise. One guy finished in under thirty minutes, the rest periodically after him. None of them finished without puking a dozen or so times first.
It went well with the footage of the guy getting fireworks shot off his ass.
It doesn’t seem like it would be that impossible, in much the same way as the classic keg party game of Century–doing a shot of beer every minute for 100 minutes.
It’s just a shot, right? Except that if you’re talking about a 1 1/2-oz. shot, that’s 150 oz. of beer–12.5 cans, and just shy of a gallon–in an hour and forty minutes.
I only tried it once, and I didn’t even make it halfway.
And our own invention, kill-a-case. $10 to get in. Teams of 2, a male and a female, first team to drink a case of thier chosen beer, and keep it down for and hour afterward wins the pot.
You could take breaks to sleep, it was just that after 100 hours you needed to have downed 100 beers. You could sleep, but you had to catch up with the count. It was all about buzz maintenence and getting ahead on the numbers.
And preparation. Participants were rarely in the position to go on a beer run, better have coolers and ice to keep things chilled.
At church camp in high school, there was a “Moo N’ Spew” (gross, huh?) contest to drink one gallon of whole milk in an hour. About a dozen people (out of a few hundred) went in for it.
The hour was hosted by a comedian, who wore trash bags over his clothing and invited the audience up to the stage to tell puke stories. Two large garbage cans were onstage for those feeling the need to hurl. We saw quite a bit of hurlage before the hour was even close to finished, and it was pretty awesome. (I was 17. Easily impressed. :rolleyes: )
Three guys made it through. One tossed it after winning but the other two were doing OK. All three were pretty large–but they were still in high school. I can’t even imagine. shudder