Friday, December 20, 2013
This happened, part five or Merry F**king Christmas, sorry mom)
That's the back end of the Restoration Guy Who Responded to the Plumber Guy Who Responded to Me Who Responded to the Backed-Up Kitchen Sink And Smell That Responded to Sewage That Responded to Corroded and Split Pipes From 1924 That Responded to Old Sycamore Tree Branches and the Detritus of Ninety-four Years.
The Restoration Guy, pictured above (underneath the HazMat suit and mask was a bald-headed, tattooed, friendly guy), crawled under Sophie's Room to inspect the mold there which he declared not too bad. The Plumber Guy gave me a ball-park figure to fix the main line, and I stripped naked and ran down the street screaming.
What's happening in your parts?