Randomly stumbling through the world wide web today, I found this, almost completely by accident.
Thankfully I don’t have to worry about diet pills — at least not at this point. I apparently have more of my mother’s father’s genes than my father’s mother’s. (Which basically means that my grandmother had some heft, and my grandfather was skinny as a rail until the day he died in spite of never exercising, eating three huge meals a day and enjoying a full, artery-clogging dessert after each meal, including breakfast.)
For those of you who may be considering this new wonder pill, I present to you “alli: Miracle diet pill with teeny-tiny side effect” by Angry 365. Damn funny stuff, that.
