The problem with a rain dance, sometimes you shimmy when you should have shook.” Explained Itchy Clam of the Narragansett tribe. “Just one false step can result in a lot more rain than expected.”
In this case however, the rain wasn’t produce on purpose. It being an already rather wet season, a rain dance is not needed or advisable. A small amount of rain can be good for plant life. By parching the earth it can keep dirt from turning to dust in the air and boosts the morale of those out their enjoying that fresh air. Too much rain however, can be disastrous. Where talking flooding, home destruction, power outages, butt rape, cats making out with dogs. In short, the world goes to shit.
“Being able to produce rain can be a blessing and a curse.” An inflamed Itchy Clam lamented. “You have to be aware of the responsibility of having this power is. You just can’t jump up and get happy feet anytime Lady Gaga spews out of some speakers.”
Apparently most times there isn’t a problem, but this weekend a bunch of tribes got together for an annual celebration for the changing of the seasons. There was food and spirits as well as catching up with old friends. The air was full of song and those that don’t produce water with the twisting of hips were on the dance floor. Itchy Clam who normally rings in the spring with a little Pop and Lock, wasn’t need this year and sulked in the shadows. Unfortunately with nothing better to do than drink, Itchy Clam got pretty sloppy and couldn’t be helped when someone called out “CONGA LINE!!!!”
“I’m sorry for any trouble I may have caused in my lapse of judgment.” Itchy Clam pouted.
In this case however, the rain wasn’t produce on purpose. It being an already rather wet season, a rain dance is not needed or advisable. A small amount of rain can be good for plant life. By parching the earth it can keep dirt from turning to dust in the air and boosts the morale of those out their enjoying that fresh air. Too much rain however, can be disastrous. Where talking flooding, home destruction, power outages, butt rape, cats making out with dogs. In short, the world goes to shit.
“Being able to produce rain can be a blessing and a curse.” An inflamed Itchy Clam lamented. “You have to be aware of the responsibility of having this power is. You just can’t jump up and get happy feet anytime Lady Gaga spews out of some speakers.”
Apparently most times there isn’t a problem, but this weekend a bunch of tribes got together for an annual celebration for the changing of the seasons. There was food and spirits as well as catching up with old friends. The air was full of song and those that don’t produce water with the twisting of hips were on the dance floor. Itchy Clam who normally rings in the spring with a little Pop and Lock, wasn’t need this year and sulked in the shadows. Unfortunately with nothing better to do than drink, Itchy Clam got pretty sloppy and couldn’t be helped when someone called out “CONGA LINE!!!!”
“I’m sorry for any trouble I may have caused in my lapse of judgment.” Itchy Clam pouted.
Thanks for the butt rape, Itchy.
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