If there is a god, I don't think he (I will call he/she/it, he for my own convenience here) is some well meaning soul who created us in a gesture of beneficence. Just ask the people in the Philippines who are eating their dogs and cats right now. I know that we all have to meet our end at some time, in some manner, but the lengths God takes to trim excess humanity seems somewhat extreme. It's his own real life version of the movie Final Destination. And how come God made everything that is pleasurable and fun, Bad for you. Back when I was young I loved smoking cigarettes, drinking too much, and sex. It turned out that all of those would kill you if you didn't stop or cut down. I hear that heroin is fun, but I would never try it because it's bad for you. Cocaine was fun, but it ruins your nose and actually wasn't ever worth the price. Too much sugar, bad. Too much mashed potatoes with butter and sour cream, bad. Too much delicious food by Mark, bad. Everything I like just always seems to be bad. What really pissed me off recently, is that I have discovered that my favorite ice cream is bad. It tastes good, so good that I can't stop eating it. I don't buy it, Mark does, and he bitches every time because I end up eating it all. And what is so bad about Blue Bell Ice Cream? Well, it makes me fat for one thing, but the absolute worst thing about it is that it makes me constipated. I love Blue Bell, every single flavor they make, but it does not love me. It plugs me up like concrete. I'll bet God rolls on the floor in laughter while watching me strain the morning after binging on Blue Bell. Sadistic bastard.