If God takes life, he's an Indian giver

"But if it makes you skinny, I don't see why they don't put it in diet pills," said she. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Cut to 89 seconds before she said that:

Whitney Houstons torrid rendition of the infamous Dolly Partons "I Will Always Love you" sailed from the *Musak* speakers in the ceiling to our ears, manifesting itself in a collectively unconscious sigh. {Wordy much?} Someone to my left said "I love this song."

Then someone to my right said "But what the fuck happened to Whitney? I think she started going downhill when she married that thug Bobby Brown."

Someone in the corner chimed in, "Eww, yah I know, she's all cracked out now."

My seemingly (but decievingly) cracked-out self muttered, "Phhh, crack. Hahuh, she is gross and skinny. Crack."

Then it was Christina, genuinely confused, foot-permently-in-mouth Christina who said, "But if it makes you skinny, I don't see why they don't put it in diet pills."

We paused. No one spoke or moved for a second, waiting to see who was going to say it first.

"Cause crack is bad for you man," said I.

"But if it works so well..." she pondered.

I tryed again, "It's wicked addictive dude...and it'll mess you up hard core."

"But...but, you could take it 'til you lost the weight..."

Valerie jumped in, "Crack is illegal Christina."

"Ohh. Yeah, that makes sense."

Again with the pausing.

Giggles all the way around.

See why I like these girls!