Fats want to die I was just at the doctor's office getting a refill on a medication.  While in the waiting room, I was sitting across from a heifer talking to random strangers about her health problems.  This blimp was hanging over the sides of her chair and sweating profusely even though it was nice and cold in the room.  She was in there because she had diabetes and her blood sugar had tested at over 400 this morning.  She was bitching that the medications she was taking weren't working and the doctor didn't know what he was doing... blah, blah, blah.  Or should I say oink, oink, oink?  The entire time this was going on, she had a fucking king size Snickers in one hand and was slurping on a 7-Up.  Her zookeeper daughter was standing in the way of the picture of her, but after they were called to the back, she accidentally left her liquid beetus on the floor.  Naturally when she left, she picked it up and immediately started drinking it again. What the hell?  If your blood sugar is 400, why the fuck are you eating a candy bar and guzzling a soda?  Medications for a condition don't mean you can do anything you want without consequences.  Does this dumb fuck want to die? Edit:  Removing broken link.  Haven't quite figured out a good site to post pictures yet.  I'll be damned if I use Imgur.