I ate it, drank it, introduced it into international politics and shot it at my body with a gun. I became poutine.
It wasn’t that bad, bro.
What started as a simple food stunt became a heartburn odyssey of self-discovery.
Want to know who the original Dick is? We sure did.
For only $10.50, KFC would let me hate-bang my arteries with fried chicken until closing hours.
"The one thing that unites us is the butt. We all have one, have access to it, and we sit on it for most of the day. That's what's so interesting to me," says Jonathan Allan.