No hydration fo me;

There is no wawa in this barn I unfortunately currently reside in. When there is no pure liquid for my organs to dance in and thoroughly absorb, twat am I to do? I am unable to perform my favorite activity, so what do I do Mary? Do you know? Can you help me? Come on… A wise, sexy woman once said, “I’m here. To help you”. So, why can’t you help me? Little old, decrepit me? That’s all I ask for Jorge. Stop it Nigel; you’re making it difficult for me to breathe. S.T.O.P. means stop. Damnit, I don’t want to undergo strangulation right meow. Ok, fine. So long as I get to kiss your bunny when it’s all ober…