The last time the worlds of Channing Tatum and Jimmy Fallon collided, the world was gifted a tenderly unique bromance masquerading as an arm-wrestling match. (We were also gifted with the name Dick Tugnuts, but that’s another story.)
Times have changed though, and wrasslin’ just ain’t gonna cut it for these two: Tatum’s well and truly moved on to the big boy roles. Turns in Foxcatcher and the upcoming The Hateful Eight merit a new class of competition, and a new set of excuses to stare longingly at Fallon.
Enter Hair & Wardrobe’s least favourite bit: Egg Russian Roulette. It’s like Minesweeper, but the bombs used to be inside poultry.