Posted: 12/3/2005 5:19:12 PM EDT
As some of you know, I am tending a friend who is very ill. He's staying at my sister's house, because she has wheelchair ramps and I don't. Anyway, I pull up to the house about 7:45 to sit with my pal for the night. There's a sign on the door, written by my sister:
My sister is already asleep, so I creep back to the crapper.  Apparently, the hot thing for cancer patients and middle-aged women who go to bed early is to gather in the WC and try to flush bricks, bottles, cans, dead cats, and cubic-yard shit-bales jettisoned from Chinese navy subs down the toilet in a 90 year-old house.  I had to call Junior over with extra plungers (after repeatedly bailing the poopy water) and was finally able to clear the clog. Note to self: FLUSH EARLY. FLUSH OFTEN. |
