What surprises me is how he gets off his fat arse to actually get up and raid the biscuit tin. Surely he must think his life is more important than stuffing his face?
His mother used to bring him everything. She kept pestering him asking if he wanted anything to eat. He would just shit himself and throw him on himself and she'd clean it up.
aparently by the time the docu aired, he'd lost 25 stone! , surprised the fuckers still alive to be honest like
It's his own fucking stupid fault. I have no time for fuckers like that who basically have only themself to blame, surely he got to some point and thought aye am getting custom made clothes here cos me old jeans / tops wont fit over me arms/legs.... There's a woman at work who's like a block of flats, doesnt help herself getting folk to get her work from the printer all day then sitting eating full packets of ham which would last ya norm family a week with like 10 buns or summit washed down with litres of Orange n then crisps and sweets "for the kids" aye like fuck... - you could probably bath a baby in her breakfast bowl the fat cow...
I always sympathise when people have conditions, fight all of there lives against their weight: Gym, Dieting, change their lifestyle etc... & still cant keep the weight off. I hate lazy cunts that can happily sit there a whine about their 6 tits & 12 chins yet do fuck all about it, I look at some people at work & it amazes me what they have to eat on a Lunch then sit back at their desk & start ploughing through Crisps, biscuits, sweets... yet come a tea break they have the cheek to use skimmed milk in a coffee, madness!
You should see one of the guys I work with. On average: 6 bottles (not cans) of coke 4 packs of crisps 4 chocolate bars plus whatever he has for lunch apparently he goes through a crate of coke a week at home... god knows how anyone can drink that without rotting their face off.
I have seen so many smart lasses join the DSS and get Ministryitus within a year or two, when they start there all trim with a nice tight arse and cracking figure/tits then all of a sudden the sitting at the desk all day and going to the machines constantly kicks in and there like a semi detached. It's the same at mine for people and eating habits as well, i never have breakfast if i was to be honest and only have me dinner / tea - i stopped taking alot of money to work with me cos found that i would just blow it all whether its £5 or £10 so only take what i need for maybe a drink or one bar of chocolate.
Its like water to this kid... Fiver says when he goes for a piss it has a froth on it. Still, if he ever needs a transplant, they're sorted for a transfusion, all they need to do is pop round to the local booze busters and get 4 litres of the shit for £2....