Wet.

Once upon a time, there was a very confused man. He was confused because things were never as they seemed. Simple tasks became monumental, strangeness haunted his days. Normalcy had no place in the confused guy's world.

It started

But the confused guy stuck with it. He stuck with it because -

1. Ya gotta bathe SOMEWHERE.

2. Life is soooo much more fun when you are busy.

So confused guy went to task. He went to task often. Almost as often as he met up with his friend, Mr. Adult Beverage. Tasks come, tasks go. Confused one went all over; helter skelter, zig-zag, spending insane amounts of time hunting down items needed and not needed.

It continued

Confused guy had a nemisis. The nemisis was the great Lady Change-O-Mind. Changes made, confusion lengthened.

Authorities shoulda been notified.

Permanent record, li' dat.

It is over.

Confused guy's lungs probably hold the record for toxic substances ingested while using drills, sanders, drills (again), roto-zips, glues, acids, acrylics, chemicals only available in third world countries.

Thanks...I'm gonna hurl.
Confused guy is pau (fininshed).

Confused guy is off to work. Workity, work...work.

Confused guy has accomplished.

What he accomplished, who the hell knows?

But its done.

Pass the soap.

Aloha.