Here at Gizmodo Media Group, we have a functional and powerful union, one that protects us from, say, reading scripts that look like hostage statements or really doing anything debasing and against our will. So while our participation in the video at the top of this post wasn’t exactly involuntary, we did not expect to be in a shot-for-shot remake of the Tyrone Biggums Fear Factor sketch either.
Previous installments in the Deadspin Idiots taste testing series included chain pizzas and milks. This was far more extreme: the grandpa diet. As our colleague Drew Magary reported, grandfathers’ twentieth-century eating habits were bizarre. Our menu was entirely inspired by items that readers submitted to Drew. Everything we ate was reportedly eaten by grandpas first, except for the blood sausage, which was a substitute for the fried blood nuggets, and made me throw up for some reason. The menu:
- A thick pat of butter with brown sugar on it
- Eating an onion like an apple
- A shot of brandy that came out of a Robitussin bottle
- Shooting fish oil
- Cold blood sausage
- Packing a lip of chewing tobacco while also having horseradish in your mouth
- Another shot of Robo-brandy
Nobody “won” this exactly, but Nick Martin, Jon Eiseman, and I all threw up to some extent, while Barry Petchesky didn’t, and also packed his lip for the longest. As soft blog boys, we could all barely handle the chewing tobacco, and found the brandy most tolerable. Opinions were mixed on the other items; the viscosity of the fish oil has haunted me for days.