June 13, 2018 by sandwichcontrol
And the Acidic Meat Plugs.
Yesterday wrecked my muscles.
Or maybe it was just a workout hangover from Monday.
Whatever the case, my shit is sore.
I plan on fixing it all today.
I’ve come up with a new workout. I call it the Gnarly 500.
I’m super stoked about it.
Between me and Mr. Boobodie, a lot of shit got done yesterday. Wrecked muscles and all.
What didn’t get done was my fucking kitchen drain being cleared. Taco Planet and I seriously bought, and exploded, three drain bladders.
Not familiar with a drain bladder?
Imagine a black rubber dildo the size of a hotdog. That screws on to the end of a garden hose. Then you just slide that bad boy into your clogged up pipe.
If you know what I mean.
The rubber hotdog fills with water and swells to the size of a coke can. Sealing itself securely inside your pipe.
Like a cat’s penis.
Then the water sprays from the end of the hotdog and builds hydraulic pressure between itself and the clog. Under normal circumstances, the clog gives way and fucks off down the drain.
In my circumstance, my three “indestructible” hotdogs exploded spraying my kitchen and plant room like Peter North on prom night.
So I finally gave up on being frustrated by it and decided it was time for cake…
Mmm… petit fours…
All right. Today is Wednesday.
I’ve got a little work this morning.
Then a trip up the hill.
More work this afternoon.
Then dinner and stories with the Rev. Dark Wombat.
Tomorrow is a normal, batshit crazy Thursday.
See ya’ then.
More soon. ~SC
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