Its what killed Elvis
A funny looking bed.
There's a chap at work who eats tonnes and tonnes of food. I don't know about before he arrives at work, but before he starts he has a tin of rice pudding, then at morning break: a load of ham sandwiches and a hard-boiled egg; at lunchtime the same again. I think he has some fruit as well. Then, allegedly, he eats on the way home as well.
He doesn't bring his sandwiches in in a little plastic sandwich bag. This man measures his breakfast by the bale.