whilst we are on eating stories, a few years back i picked up a mate from the airport.. on the way home he wanted maccas, and said he'd get me something as a thank you..
mate: "what do you want?"
me: "surprise me"
mate comes back out from maccas carrying one small bag (his meal) and one of those large bags, which he hands to me..
i look inside, and it's full of cheeseburgers.
me: "what the f**k?"
mate: "10 cheeseburgers. you surprised now?"
me: "well, yes i am"
needless to say this caused laughter with everyone in the car, and never one to be outdone, i started eating them..
one by one.. one after the other..
it sounds easy, but by about the 6th or 7th it starts getting hard (probably didn't help i'd had pasta for lunch earlier...)
got there, but nearly threw up at the 9th.. that one had bacon, and the new taste, combined with the grease nearly sent me over the edge.
but i didn't move for a few hours after that.
