0calli
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That is pure evil evil I tell ya
Its a natural bodily function so which one have you done ????
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Jack Harer
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The fact that this thread is still alive speaks volumes!! (so does the fact that I'm still subbed) It's a sick world, and I'm a happy rabbit!!!
0calli
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BillyBobJoe
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Someone mentioned something about things only happening at other peoples houses. That is so true. I was flushing someone's toilet the other day and the little chain in the tank broke. Tried to fix it best I could and never said anything.
Or it seems like whenever I clog the toilet it's at someone else's house and they have no fucking plunger. That's embarrassing, coming out of the shitter at a party after clogging it only to find a beautiful girl standing outside the door waiting to use the bathroom and then telling her she has to wait till I fix the toilet first which she ever so preciously replies, "oh that's ok, I just have to pee, I just won't flush." I told her that probably wasn't a good idea and if she just waited for me to go find a plunger I would have the problem resolved in just a short time. I don't think she found much humor in that and actually looked a little disgusted as she said she'll just go to the upstairs bathroom. Oh well I thought, guess I'll just avoid her tonight.
So I found the owner of the house and asked where his fucking plunger was and he told me it was in the upstairs bathroom. Great. So I got up to the upstairs bathroom and guess who was coming out the door? Yup, the precious little beautiful chick I had just became aquatinted with down stairs. She looked at me and asked, "what, you come up here to fix this toilet too?" Hilarious right? I thought so and told her that I thought so, and asked if she was single to which she replies dream on plumber boy. Bitch.
Oh well plenty of other girls at the party. Well apparently while I was upstairs some other fine ladies had needed to use the restroom, of coarse I was the dickhead walking down the stairs with a fucking plunger in my hand. I wasn't greeted with hero's welcome even though I was wielding the only tool that would get that shitter operational again. I wasn't a big hit with the ladies that night.
All could have been avoided if only my friend would have bought two fucking plungers instead of one. So please people, if you have two bathrooms, buy two fucking plungers.
Or it seems like whenever I clog the toilet it's at someone else's house and they have no fucking plunger. That's embarrassing, coming out of the shitter at a party after clogging it only to find a beautiful girl standing outside the door waiting to use the bathroom and then telling her she has to wait till I fix the toilet first which she ever so preciously replies, "oh that's ok, I just have to pee, I just won't flush." I told her that probably wasn't a good idea and if she just waited for me to go find a plunger I would have the problem resolved in just a short time. I don't think she found much humor in that and actually looked a little disgusted as she said she'll just go to the upstairs bathroom. Oh well I thought, guess I'll just avoid her tonight.
So I found the owner of the house and asked where his fucking plunger was and he told me it was in the upstairs bathroom. Great. So I got up to the upstairs bathroom and guess who was coming out the door? Yup, the precious little beautiful chick I had just became aquatinted with down stairs. She looked at me and asked, "what, you come up here to fix this toilet too?" Hilarious right? I thought so and told her that I thought so, and asked if she was single to which she replies dream on plumber boy. Bitch.
Oh well plenty of other girls at the party. Well apparently while I was upstairs some other fine ladies had needed to use the restroom, of coarse I was the dickhead walking down the stairs with a fucking plunger in my hand. I wasn't greeted with hero's welcome even though I was wielding the only tool that would get that shitter operational again. I wasn't a big hit with the ladies that night.
All could have been avoided if only my friend would have bought two fucking plungers instead of one. So please people, if you have two bathrooms, buy two fucking plungers.