Yet another reason why I hate science

With this reasoning... no Puerto Rican ever would get Diabetes. 

I mean seriously here folks!  Fat ass, no fat ass... eventually you will still die!  The only difference is if you spend your time worrying about the minutia of caloric intake and wasting time running somewhere to turn around and run back... or if you spend it enjoying life and participating in new experiences; namely food.  Example!  I'm sittin here, the proud owner of these brand new discoveries in my life: Parisian Macaroons!  I finally decided to check out the little bakery near where I work and low and behold I've found my new vice.  These tiny little 4 bite cookies are so soft and creamy that I would love to make a giant bed out of them and fall asleep.  I wanted to expand my horizons so I picked out a cherry one, a passion fruit one and an almond one.  They are devine!

So, at least I know that my fat ass will protect me against the evils of what have you.  And had I known this earlier, I would have told the doctor who ordered my glucose test to shove it... "I, unlike you, Stick, have a fat ass.  And am not going to get diabetes.  Maybe you should start gobbling down some M&Ms."