Joey Chestnut Quotes

There's nothing pretty about competitive eating. It might be uncouth, but it is fun, and it is lighthearted.

One of my most memorable Thanksgiving memories was probably the first year that me and my two brothers decided to start our annual eating contest. We ate throughout the whole day. We started that morning and weighed ourselves, and at the very end of the night, we weighed ourselves out. And all three of us equally gained five pounds.

I think my body was built to eat 68 hot dogs. It's natural.

I know I hold the contest record for downing the most hot dogs, and the record for most Nathan's Famous Hot Dog Contest championships, but it was really cool to be a part of a Guinness World Records official attempt.

Once I get a rhythm going, I can jump those hot dogs down.

Competitive eating is something I can control. I know I can control, and if I push hard, I can win.

I can eat fifty eggs.

I eat like seven men together.

I'm a professional food eater.

I'd never eaten lobster before. I was 21. I didn't know what the heck I was doing. I was scooping guts. But I tied for third. And the two men who beat me didn't look good. One was Bob Shoudt. He seemed in pain. And I felt fine! I was 'Oh, my God, they look like they're dying. And I can eat so much more!' I knew I was made for it after that contest.

I'm a pretty hefty eater.

There's no better feeling than knowing I'm going to break the guy next to me. His body will shut down, and I will keep eating. Then I will look out and see a crowd of happy people.

I can't tell you all my secrets to how I can eat so many. Someone out there might copy it. But I will tell you this: The night before the competition, I sleep only four hours. That means when I actually do eat, my stomach will want to digest the food quicker.

But my point is that competitive eating is a real sport, and I considered taking it up. But when I thought about what this would mean sitting around for hours, stuffing my face with unhealthy food I realized it was basically the same thing as journalism.

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I think many people think competitive eating is a really disgusting sport, so people think they look bad normally. But I care about what I'm wearing. I don't want to be someone who is doing something that is considered gross and then also look like a slob.

Sometimes you have to be uncomfortable.

Unquiet meals make ill digestions.

As you've probably discovered, great work makes us uncomfortable.

The appetite grows with eating.

I hate being tickled. Sure, it makes me laugh, but when I get tickled, I get pissed off. I'm like a monkey when I get tickled - woo-hoo!

Would you put a pastrami in your mouth if you didn't want to eat it?

Sitting at the table doesn't make you a diner, unless you eat some of what's on that plate.

Sex scenes are always a little uncomfortable at first.