In my drain, where I belong



So the other day My bathtub drainn got glogged. Of course, I let it stay that way for a few weeks. Then I borrowed my dads toilet snake and rammed it in. As usual, when I rammed it in, nothing happened. Then I went downstairs and started working on the pipes. Still, nothing happened. So i took a break, and by break i mean I got drunk and beat the hell out of my little dog because it is easy and it makes me feel good. The I got out my sawzall and crawled under the house to where I knew the clog had to be, and I cut the cast iron pipe in two places so I could cover myself with the semen of 300 men and a few women. Of course, I would not have had to cut the pipe if the cleanout wasn't facing and touching the wall of the crawlspace, but that's not how it happened, is it? So I'm balls deep in the semen and feces of at least like 10,000 people, crawling on my belly in the mud and excrement, and pulling wads of hair out of this pipe with a coathanger, when this happens:





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True story. Thats what I get for doing work and spending my own money to fix a rental property. But at least I didn't have to call the landlord and tell him I have a dog on his "no dog" property. True story.
 

March 20th, 2009

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