I wanted to go to a big bike event and a fatass heard about it.  It asked what I wanted for snacks and drinks so that it could pack something for me in its cooler. Um, I didn't say it could join me, it just fucking started making plans, and who wants to tote around a cooler while walking through an event akin to a festival, only with motorcycles and leather.  WTF I pointed out the insane idea of lugging around a freaking cooler all day just to hear wtf is going through its head.  It said that it MUST eat, that the idea of waiting for food at a later time scared it.  Needless to say, I told fatass that I'm going to have fun, and dragging food around isn't fun.  Fatty got the hint.