My mother...
...has started conducting experiments on me since I got back from my trip to Indonesia. Basically, with every meal, she calculates a rough ratio of what's on my plate against what's on my dad's plate (my dad being the next most voracious eater), and times how long it takes for me to finish (and compares that, as a ratio, against how long it takes him to finish).

So far we're up to 2:1 amount in 7:10 (my time being an estimated 4 minutes dead). She told me about this 3 days ago, and I don't care enough to skew her results. I disgust myself, and I wish my mum didn't make such good lasagne.
(a gun that fires other, smaller guns full of jizz, Fri 15 Apr 2011, 4:15, Reply)