True story: My wife used to work with a HUGE fat fucking slob of a woah-man. My wife took some time off work after delivering our child. When she went back to work, the obeast was expecting my wife to come back to work being fat so now the fatty wouldn't be the only fat woman there. The lard barge was extremely jealous when she saw that my wife had lost all of the baby weight. After several months of telling my wife that she is "too thin", the calorie vampire finally asked my wife how to lose weight. My wife told her about calories in calories out and how to track what she eats. Day 2 of counting calories, the couch bison shows up to work with McDonalds for breakfast. It had 2 combos (McMuffins of some kind, hashbrown and large sugary drinks). It then proceeded to put the hashbrowns inside the McMuffins, and then it stacked the McMuffins on top of each other. My wife saw this. Later my wife checked in with the slob to see how the tracking was coming along. It showed my wife the sheet which had one McMuffin and one drink. When my wife questioned the tracking, the hippo spewed the following fat logic: "The hashbrowns were inside the sandwiches, so they don't count, and I combined the 2 sandwiches into 1, so I counted it as 1 sandwich. I poured both drinks into a thermos, so now they were one drink". My wife came home swearing that day.