I got so full stuffing myself with wings and donuts, that I fell resting and missed midnight on New Year's Eve. I woke up in my own food mess, still full but also hungry and unable to get out of bed. I could barely sit up in bed, much less leave the bed. I was so gassy that I burped and farted my way through my second feast as I talk about how enormously fat I have become and eventually feel back resting with sauce on my face and holding a chicken wing in my hand.