My links finally work!
so if you comment on this shindig, guess what you get a link right over there --->
So last night was wicked funny, and here's why:
The second floor bathroom is a wreck, the sink doesn't really drain because the hole plugging device's mechanics don't work. Also the toilet clogs rough 4-5 times a week. Usually Brosef or Mello try to fix it themselves, and in the last resort they come to me because, I always unclog it. Now in my experience, sometimes if there is a clog or what have you and you leave it, you can come and flush it because it will ahve figured it self out. I tried this.
This was a horrid msitake, because it didn't figure itself out--it didn't stay in the bowl either. And this was shit water.
Trying not to panic I thien plunge the fuck out of the bad boyu and get it unclogged. Rather than having the normal response peopel do when shit water is overflowing all over your bathroom floor and dripping down to the floor below, be bursted out laughing harder than we have perhaps all year. This was seriously one of the funniest things to happen yet. Which was nice because there had been a very loud, very close gunshot about 10-20 minutes earlier (this nearly ruined our session of watching an installment of Cathouse 2 on HBO)
First I try to soak up the asswater with a towel. Then I use a lysol soap scum remover--LOL. Finally I went nuclear, I got my boats (the boots that are so big that I have to register them with the harbor master, yet this si a story for another day) And pick up the powder bleach and go buck wild with it. It's fucking everywhere, then I get a sponge mop thing that I didn't even know we hd and started going to to town. Then we used andother towel to wipe that up. The smeel was reminiscent of my Jager adventure.
Having had sweet belly laughs at our plight we all went to bed for it was 3 am.
In unrelaed news I want my computer back so bad becuase I am currently sweeting off about 30 pounds in the sauna that is the basic editing lab and really the entire media arts department as a whole.
So last night was wicked funny, and here's why:
The second floor bathroom is a wreck, the sink doesn't really drain because the hole plugging device's mechanics don't work. Also the toilet clogs rough 4-5 times a week. Usually Brosef or Mello try to fix it themselves, and in the last resort they come to me because, I always unclog it. Now in my experience, sometimes if there is a clog or what have you and you leave it, you can come and flush it because it will ahve figured it self out. I tried this.
This was a horrid msitake, because it didn't figure itself out--it didn't stay in the bowl either. And this was shit water.
Trying not to panic I thien plunge the fuck out of the bad boyu and get it unclogged. Rather than having the normal response peopel do when shit water is overflowing all over your bathroom floor and dripping down to the floor below, be bursted out laughing harder than we have perhaps all year. This was seriously one of the funniest things to happen yet. Which was nice because there had been a very loud, very close gunshot about 10-20 minutes earlier (this nearly ruined our session of watching an installment of Cathouse 2 on HBO)
First I try to soak up the asswater with a towel. Then I use a lysol soap scum remover--LOL. Finally I went nuclear, I got my boats (the boots that are so big that I have to register them with the harbor master, yet this si a story for another day) And pick up the powder bleach and go buck wild with it. It's fucking everywhere, then I get a sponge mop thing that I didn't even know we hd and started going to to town. Then we used andother towel to wipe that up. The smeel was reminiscent of my Jager adventure.
Having had sweet belly laughs at our plight we all went to bed for it was 3 am.
In unrelaed news I want my computer back so bad becuase I am currently sweeting off about 30 pounds in the sauna that is the basic editing lab and really the entire media arts department as a whole.
posted by ESN-TNS at 1:40 PM
2 Comments:
ah man...you're bringing back some nice memories for me. thanks much. drink hard tonight. it's cold up there. no? (city o' brotherly love my arse)
Philly's never cold. And seems to find bizarre ways of making it muggy despite it being november.
PRAT-PRAT
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