Detail: The donut was a half-pounder and the man 42 years old. His name was Travis. The prize for eating the donut is that you get the donut for free and you get a badge.
Travis was going great guns but halfway through, choked, started thumping the counter of the shop and then turned blue and collapsed. He died right there in front of a crowd that had just been cheering him on.
The article I read does not detail whether the donut shop sent the badge to his family anyway or, more likely, they would deem the challenge incomplete.
There was a team at the Safari Lounge last night called “Ornitorrincos“. what’s that? Turns out this is Spanish for “Platypus”.
No one you chose for death popped off in June. The entries are in for July, here’s the list.
The number of mentions reflects the number of times the person was entered. As usual, old cunt supreme Prince Philip is top choice but health showings this month too from Bruce Forsyth and Donald Motherfucking Trumpet.
I had a drawing contest at the Brass Monkey Leith last night where quizzers had to draw the moment of Harambe’s death (the gorilla at Cincinatti Zoo who was unlucky enough to have a 4-year old human stray into his territory the other day).
That 4-year-old was, apparently, keen to see the gorillas at closer quarters. Well he certainly got that. But he also now faces a life scarred by the day he was responsible for the violent death of a mighty ape at the age of four.