Keri alerted me the to existence of Hip Hop Harry. This prompted immediate investigation, and the following video came up.



Mr. Harry herein lauds the merits of water as a tasty beverage treat that you totally don't need to think twice about. This puts me at ease, because the sweet and tart ambrosia of grapefruit juice oft seduces me at the local juice spigots, and I'm glad to know that such sinfulness tempts others too. I am not alone.

If others say that they are speechless, I am sure that this is on account of their mouths being filled with sticky sticky juice which would get all over the fucking keys you asshole if they started to speak. Luckily, I can make no such transgressions, and I can say what I want when I want, for my mouth is full of water, and I can totally gulp that water at any time.

Not that I even need to. It evaporates nicely.

The dancing for some reason or another reminded me of the following clip from Finnish superstar sensations c.1978? Armi Ja Danny, and I think it goes without saying that it's pretty fun to play the sound from one of these videos while watching the other on mute. Maybe more fun one way than the other, but you really can't lose either way.



These is how rhymes should be laid.