Master of Martial Hearts

[Drunk Monk]

Dammit.  After two attempts, last Sunday and the Sunday prior, about three hours each, and at the cost of my left elbow which I hyper-extended in the tiny space between our tub and our bathroom sink, and who knows how much drain opener, Stacy finally called our landlord and he sent his plumber out.  Don the plumber, a grizzly handyman, got it in less than half an hour with just a snake. He didn't even disassemble the trap.  My plumbing skills have been shamed and I'm totally humbled.  



I am consoling myself by watching the Master of Martial Hearts trailer in slow mo and taking a shot for every gratuitous upskirt shot.