Dehydration: a cautionary tale.




Charlie goes to a party.
Charlie feels a little uncomfortable.
Charlie has a little wine to help him relax.







Charlie has a brainwave.
"If I'm this relaxed and cool when I drink wine,
I'm not going to drink anything else".







Charlie pursues his plan with gusto.







Charlie's still loving life.











Charlie's bloom begins to wither.











Charlie's bloom has now officially ceased to exist.... it is no more.
Dehydration has him in it's dusty grip; his tongue is a sliver of brick,
and when he tried to urinate his member resembled beef jerky.
Fortunately for him, up steps a bloke with water.
Charlie is so weakened at this point, all he can do is lift his head and open his mouth like a baby bird.
Charlie's savior was himself saved by the Guinness Fairy, and now wears a cardboard yoke to announce his intention to lead a life in the service of others.