The CURE

ME: Doctor, doctor I have a strawberry stuck on my head!

DR: I've got some cream for that!

ME: Doctor, doctor I think I've got water on the brain!

DR: I'll give you a tap on the head

ME: Doctor, doctor I have writers block!

DR: Ooh dear, I'm afraid you're screwed.

Writers block: a very deadly, but mostly temporary disease, whereby the
VICTIM loses his or her mind and for all the money in the world can't
think of ANYTHING to write about.

And the really bad news? A cure has not yet been found. There are many
herbs, oils and other pieces or crud on the market, but none have been
proven to work. That is until&;#8230;

RED BULL

My saint, my sweetheart, my saviour - the messiah has come! Tall and
steady it stands; dressed in shinning blue and silver armour, glinting
in the light; with it's powerful wings, soaring above all danger
-

- Yea, I know it tastes like fizzy cat's piss.

But you'll get use to that. For how could I survive in this harsh,
time-stretched world without my li'l drinking buddy? My little pair of
Minotaurs silhouetted against the golden sun, their horns locked in
fight. But who shall win the fight? The fight between good and evil,
between right and the most definitely wrong, between us and IT -

WRITERS and WRITER'S BLOCK!

Fear not my friends! For the day has come when we may stand together
and fight against this cruel disease! For centuries, our ancestors have
been quashed by this heinous evil, they have fought - long and hard -
and yet many have fallen defeated, by their sword - or pen, quill,
typewriter - whatever. But now - come along - for victory is within our
grasp! Raise your can/glass/goblet and drink! To clarity; to eloquence;
to ideas of what we can say! Drink up dear friends!

VICTORY IS OURS!

Cheers.