Back in the day...
When I was in the Scouts no less, we went on camp one weekend with some new members, recently moved up from the group below.

I cant for the life of me remember his name, but one lad was a deathly pale albino-style white with blonde hair and no fat on him whatsover. A real sickly looking wimp.

He was such a picky eater that his mum had packed him a box of food for the entirity of the camp consisting of 6 packs of toasty waffles and two jars of nutella. Which is all he ate, ever.

Oh how we laughed as we sat and ate our fish and chips when he realised the lack of a)his mum to "cook" for him, b) electricity for a toaster for him to "cook" for himself.

I hate picky eaters like that, almost as much as I hate their parents for letting them get like that.

No apologies for length, or the use of the word hate.
( Mister B is eating an icanhazcheezburger with lmaonaise, Fri 2 Mar 2007, 16:18, Reply)