There is no part of this story from The Consumerist that I don’t find amusing. How pathetic is it to steal a pill that just makes you crap yourself when you eat that second Texas Double Whopper. Here’s an idea, eat less, then you can afford the pills; but wait, then you won’t need the pills. I guess there are worse implications…what if greasy fat-person shit is an up-and-coming ingredient in meth? The mind boggles.