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Did you ever have one of those days when you were putting up drywall (after taking down rotten drywall, of course) and you catch your forearm on a rusty nail and it's start bleeding? And you only realize you are bleeding is because all the walls you've brushed up agains have a subtle crimson tint to them?
And I can't shower because the main drain is blocked again. Yes, rhymes in the time to trouble.
So much for the flickr badge idea. Dammit
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I am so interesting.
Here's why I don't like working on the house.
I decide to fix the main drain rather than call the plumber. I know where the access port is. I have a 25' snake which should be plenty long? And I saw the guy do it the last time. What could possilby go wrong?
I cleverly hang a bucket underneath the pipe to catch the excess effluent while I crack the seal just a little bit. There can't be much junk in the pipe, I let it drain all night. Plus, the sulphuric acid I poured down the drain must be having some effect on the blockage. Sure enough, only a little bit of greyins water is coming out.
I further loosen the cap. Oops. The cap pops off. Gallons of less than pleasant water starts gushing out of the pipe. The bucket rapidly fills. I try and put the cap back on to stop the flow, but that doesn't work. I find out later that the plumber who put the cap back on merely glued it in place because the threads had been stripped.
The gush hits me as I try to swap out the buck to catch the spew. Yummy and it smells great, too.
When the flow subsides, I ream out the pipe. I think. When I go to put the cap back on I run into the duplicity of the previous plumber. Since I don't have dye that big to rethread the pipe, I break down and call the plumber.
Water and other sundry items, wins again.
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Reminds me of the time in college when I met the worst plumber in the world. He forgot to put a bucket under the pipes while draining my sink full of disgusting I don't know what, and all the most disgustipating water in the world flooded my kitchen floor.
Turns out, we had the same last name. He was convinced we were long lost cousins. I was convinced that I should cut my own wrists.
We compromised. I paid him to get out of my house.
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Just so I'm clear and there are no misconcpetions, I hate painting. It's messy and I do a bad job at it. Next time, I'm just putting brick over everything. Doorways and windows be damned.
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You could always stick a roller in my hand and tell ME to do it. I'll probably do it wrong, but then you get to yell and it won't be YOUR fault that it's not a great job. You know, just like your day-job only the pay sucks.
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Greg, there is no safe way to answer that last post. Just put the mouse down and back slowly away from the computer...
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