I don't pay attention to Australia, mate.
New Zealand has better food - sorry, America.
My head is weirdly shaped, so I can't wear a headband.
You kind of did fight for food, so I filled up my plate. My dad would make us finish it, and I'd sit there crying because I'd have to finish all that food. I think that forced my stomach to stretch.
If I eat a food and throw it up, I'm off that food for life. It sucks. I've actually had some favorite foods that I no longer like because of it.
