The Philosophy of Coke

Standing outside after my philosophy class I was approached by one my classmates.

"Hey man, can I talk to you overhere for a minute?" He said.

I was pretty sure he was about to come on to me, but I went overthere with him anyways.

He looked at me and said, "Hey man, you got any yea?"

I kinda assumed 'yea' gay slang for somthing, but I went along anyways. "What's yea? You mean weed?"

"No man...yea...you know...yea...coke man...coke." Ah, coke. Everything made sense. He didn't have a gay look in his eyes, he was coked out.

"(Long silence) Umm...I don't do coke." I said.

"Ah man. I thought you did. Shit. Oh well." Then he walked away.

Think about it, would I be this fat if I did coke?