Six grapes A lard ball came in for a diabetic wellness check today.  This she-beast was so large that it actually had trouble fitting through the door to the screening room.  I tested the ham planet's blood sugar and it came up over 500, which is insanely high and required me to have her checked into the nearby emergency room.  (This is over 4 times the level it should be for a healthy person after eating or a diabetic when fasting.)  When asking her what she ate today, she said she hadn't eaten much for the last several days, and all she had today was six grapes. Are you fucking kidding me?  Why the fuck do these taco terrorists think they can lie to medical personnel?