Anyone who orders dessert at a chain restaurant. For themselves. Not only do they suck, but it must be 1500-2000 calories. Probably more

STOP DESCRIBING MY LIFE AND CALLING IT FAT.

I have a few examples.

1) I remember once getting in trouble at my grandma's house for eating an entire stick of butter like it was a candy bar. I made it about 7/8 of the way through before she caught me.

2) I once participated in a wing eating contest at a Tilted Kilt in Tempe, AZ. It was all-you-can-eat, no limit. I ate 72 wings. No bullshit. I vomited more than should be possible for a human to vomit. It was probably illegal in some parts of the world. ***I did not win***

3) When I was in High School, I would go into the break room most days and get a Milky Way out of the vending machine. I would then pour 2 packets of Swiss Miss into a small cup of water, basically making a small vat of molten hot fudge. I would then dip said Milky Way into the hot chocolate and eat it. It tasted like heaven. And diabetes.

4) During my high school football days, back when I was burning 3k calories at practice and conditioning every day, I'd routinely eat 4-5 Jr. Bacon Cheeseburgers from Wendy's at lunch. They were a dollar and I was poor. It was a glorious time in my life.

5) I'm fairly healthy now, but every once in a while I'll order a large pizza from Minsky's and eat the entire thing with a 6 pack of craft beer. I try to eat a minimal amount of carbs and not drink during the week (I tend to feel better if I don't) and I'll reward myself with no more than one shitty meal on the weekends. The pizza is all I have left.

Nothing wrong with that. Life isn't worth living if you can't eat some pizza every once in a while.

I used to work at Kroger when I was a kid.

Every day. Literally EVERY ****ING DAY I worked there, I would walk across the street to McDonalds and have two cajun chicken sandwiches for lunch. I thought they tasted amazing.

Appalling.

My high school lunch consisted of a hostess fruit pie, a bag of Cheetos, and a 20 oz bottle of Surge.

I bet you were worthless in the afternoon. :LOL:

I actually had a really disgusting thread on CP once....I think it was here anyway, about 10-11 years ago...I loaded up a plate with shit tons of frozen/fried food and nuked it all...I remember it being an obscene amount of food because my eyes were bigger than my quite impressive stomach at the time.

The thread was something about THE GREAT FEAST but I can't find it in the archives. I remember I had like 4 egg rolls, and a couple hot pockets and a few other things.

I'd say the fattest thing I've ever seen someone else do occurred when I was a freshman in high school. We had this fat kid that was a co-worker at a place called the Red Barn Restaurant in Fort Scott, KS. Some of you may have known it. Anyway, we were both bus boys there, and the whole crew was a big group of friends. It was probably the most fun I've ever had at work.

The fat kid, though, once disappeared for about an hour one Sunday. We couldn't find him. Finally, someone realized that he'd locked himself in the large walk-in freezer in the back of the restaurant. It was in an isolated area and we only used it for desserts. On Sundays, we had this amazing flat-pan brownie cake with a chocolate icing. When we found the kid in the walk-in, he was sitting on the floor with chocolate all over his shirt. Apparently he had beaten on the door and couldn't get out. For fear that he was about to die, he had decided that his last meal would be every ounce of icing from the top of the brownie cake. This cake was something like 2.5' x 3'. It was huge. He ate every drop of the icing.

He probably should have died that day.

Ironically, now, he's skinny and healthy. That may have been the turning point.

You know you are going to hell, right?

All of you insensitive pricks right to the pit of fire and brimstone.

is this the make you feel good about yourself thread?

When I was around nine or ten years old my mom got a job at Dunkin' Donuts. She would work the graveyard shift, very late at night until very early in the morning. I don't know if they still do this, but at that time the donuts would be made fresh every day, and the day-old donuts would be thrown out before the breakfast rush every morning. Well she started bringing them home to us instead. Five of us kids. Dozens and dozens of donuts and "donut holes." One by one my siblings grew tired of them as the weeks went by and stopped eating them. Not I. I just ate more. More and more until I was the only one eating them. All of them. I don't know how long this went on but even I eventually couldn't eat them anymore. In fact I was so sick of them that I couldn't eat sweet bread for about fifteen years. No cakes, no cookies or any kind of sweet bread. I'd get sick to my stomach if I even walked by a Mrs. Fields store at a mall.

I remember going out with co-workers during college to a bar after the office closed. Everyone ordered drinks. Beers, mixed drinks, etc.

I ordered what must have been 30 ounces of Pepsi. No alcohol for me! Just sugar water, thanks.

look at me look at me

once saw a man down a full solo cup of pig drippings. It was the runoff from butchering an entire smoked hog. groosssss! fast forward 5 years and he had gout at 30

also, I would the whole thing