Every one has a chum that can eat whatever they like, and that never puts a stick on. I know a chap who eats like a trojan, yet he yearns to put on weight .. but not a sniff of poundage hangs off his stickman circumfrance.
If I so much as sniffed toward a jaffa cake, then a pound or three would be destined to metamorph over my left arse cheek. It's simply not fair that I get to suffer, when others get to munch away with wanton abandonment. Maybe a certain level of genetics is at play after all?
If I was offered 50k, or the ability to eat unlimited carb goodness without fear of expansion, then I'd go for the tucker.
The BeardMeatsFood, featured on the Moons Youtube Watching thread, demolishes 20 large slices of high quality baker cakes in one sitting, which has to be 10k calories, and not so much as a sniff of BMI badness surrounds his aura.