The old lady keeps a coffee can under the sink where she pours off all the fat when she cooks bacon. Once it gets full she tosses it in the trash; says it keeps the drains clean. Well, I'd been eyeing it for months but I could never get that cabinet door open; child safety-locks or something. Finally, my time came; they ate breakfast and went out in a hurry, and she had left the can on the counter! This was an easy one. I knocked the can down and chewed through all that fat before that old beagle knew what was going on. How they could throw something that tasted so good in the trash is beyond me. Though it might have had something to do with what happened later. That stuff shot out of my ass like a stinger missle. I actually got a case of 'roids from that one. Was it worth it? What do you think.