When I worked at a ply mill some years ago, one of the pie wagon owners, Bob.. Would arrive. He`d roll out of his Hi lux with the pie wagon back on it, swing both legs onto the ground and in one fluid movement stand and as he did reach around and poke his thumb down his arse crack and hoist his Stubbies up. He`d then, with that same hand grab his tongs and say: " Okay fella`s who`s first ? " One smoko I walked past his truck and serreptitiously poinked a dent in a jam donut that was wrapped in clingwrap. It was not only still there that afternoon, it was there next morning.. I can garrantee Bob did not unload that wagon.. That what does not kill, gives Strength!