Breaking the drought

I have been sick for a few days so have not done anything except watch entire seasons of sex in the city, washing those singledom tales down with numerous bowls of chicken soup and self-pity. So far so good. Nothing like feeling sorry for yourself to get you healthy again. I have also tried to trace the source of my illness. I strongly suspect that my downfall was due to salsa. I love salsa. I love the music. I love the way you have to shake your booty. I love sexy men who can dance. However, sweaty and slimy men that dance way to close to you and swap their germs with you ARE NOT SEXY. They give you diseases, no matter how many times you try to wash your hands between dance partners. There is this one guy who whenever he comes near me I run the other way because he is actually dripping with sweat. Soaking wet. All I can say to water boy is the following - CHANGE YOUR FUCKING SHIRT MAN. Geez. It is not brain surgery, its common freaking decency not to subject us to your astounding water making abilities. However, the Melbourne water authority could really use your services with this whole drought thing. We could string you up over a damn and you could single-handedly save as all from disaster. You could be a superhero. Water boy saves a city, a country, the world!

Water boy can fix this!

Dry Lake #3
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