I think about all the piss she just flushes into the sewer. I could be drinking that stuff, man. If she cared an iota about mother gaia she would bottle it for me to consume. Just leave it on my doorstep like that milkman. Except it'd be Ash pee that I pour over my Cheerios. Wouldn't even need sugar. Ash pee tastes like honey nut on its own. There's an Islamic saying that every time a menstruating woman urinates the earth screams. I'd scream too. "Give me more of that Ash cider," I'd scream. "I'm hella thirsty."