IN WHICH I SHOWCASE A CERTAINLY WORTHWHILE HYGIENIC ENDEAVOUR FOLLOWED BY A CERTAINLY WORTHWHILE MUSICAL SHOWCASE

Dear Shower at Ponyhof,

For whatever reason the German winter hasn’t been the stalactite-encrusted Shiva that it was last year but you reminded me of the good old days. Thank you for not even bothering to attach your nozzle to the wall. Blasting myself with the glacial stream was fucking horrible and every time I aimed it down my back I started coughing.

Seriously, I can stand these showers in Totaranui when it’s ~30° outside. The thing is, shower, over here I can’t walk out and see a field of bikini-cladded tits. I have to make up for it with boring internet porn. You know what? I’m not even going to bother.

Fuck you,
Zach.

some girl

ice cold party

Go on, whine about it.