He actually wasn't ashamed at all, and continued to talk about his disgusting eating habits the whole trip. He mentioned he likes beer and so he can't lose weight, to which I responded with the fact that I have 1-2 alcoholic drinks a day (usually wine for me). He fired back that "I never have just two beers. I have a couple, I never eat beforehand, and then next thing you know, I'm dialing up local pizza chain and ordering a large pizza and wings. I'll have half a pizza and all the wings for dinner, and then the other half a pizza for breakfast!" He also talked a lot about how the main reason he did not want to share his 2-person tent is that he farts a lot. On the way down, we were in a huge rush to make it to our cars before dark, and he had to run ahead of the group because he apparently needed half an hour to take a gigantic shit because he told us he had not taken a shit for 3 days.  Thin privilege: not getting constipated because of your shitty die  4932  t and not being a disgusting troll talking about your gas and bowel movements to a bunch of people you have known for less than 24 hours.