Account Deleted By User I thought I would share a story with you about an experience I had last year at the International Food Exhibition (IFE). It's a food convention where suppliers exhibit and display their products. My dad is the head of a food production company in the U.K that sells olives, nuts and antipasti to supermarkets and retailers. Because of this I get a free ticket to IFE every year.  The exhibitions are straight up amazing. Literally foods from thousands of different companies exhibiting all kinds of different products. I've always been very skinny as have most of my family but being Italian/Cypriot, food was always an important part of our lives. Thankfully we have no hams in my family as we were taught to enjoy food in moderation and not engulf thousands of kilos of it, like some human trash compactor.  Whilst IFE is really cool and innovative, it is after all a food convention. Hence, hams from all over London and further afield flock to it, as though it were some kind of gravy filled watering hole, entering the expo like planet sized meteors, ready to strip the place to the bone, like the proverbial chicken drumstick that it might as well be. Everywhere you look, vacuous meat sacks plunder and pillage stalls for free foodz and sugahs. Giant flab factories travel from stall to stall, set on one single goal; To devour each and every morsel of food. Until nothing but wrappers and packaging remains. It's pandemonium. The word free is enough to bring out the worst in people. But free food to hams is like standing in a pool of gasoline and lighting a match. Everywhere I looked they were shovelling half eaten samples into backpacks and the holes in their porcine faces. Imagine Black Friday but with fat fucks everywhere.  You need a ticket, but in the closing day, most stalls unpack their produce for the remaining people to pick and take home, I guess as a gesture of goodwill and so there's less to clean up.  At my dads/family stall they have an olive bar. It's like the salad bars you get in restaurants, except with olives and antipasti. So they are all cleaning up and open up the Olive bar (which has handy pots you can fill) and allow people to take what they like.  And Jesus Christ, you should have seen it. The olives are marinated. They're covered in Olive oil and herbs but are all loose, as are the rest of the products. They all rush over, almost tripping over their fupas as they do. And they tear the place apart.  One starts grabbing fistfuls of olives and frantically shoves it into a plastic bag with more food already in it. Another lifts up its shirt, and uses the material as a bucket to hold more food in as it waddles away. Their faces become focused and determined but lacking all resemblance to normal human behaviour. Some of them are literally shoving the food in their pockets. All of them are covered in grease from the oil. It's a fucking disgrace. Loud oinking echoes resonate  from one to the other, their snouts searching ravenously for any scrap left. Not one of them says a word.  Little more than 5 minutes pass. It's like the aftermath of a fucking battle scene. The polished white floors are soaked in oil and food which has been stampeded upon, presumably when the gluttonous hoard made its escape back to whichever fast food joint they came from.  None of us were really that surprised.  It happens every year.  TL;DR Fat fucks predictably show zero human traits around free food. 