Thursday, October 14, 2010


A month or two I had a serious plumbing emergency. I know what you guys are wondering: "Is this guy talking about the pipes in his bathroom, or he is talking about his personal gut pipes?" Well, as you may or may not know, I love a good mystery, so do your best to figure out which one I am talking about throughout this post.

So about a month I had to drink a bottle of some kind of stomach poison to help me go to the bathroom (there, you figured it out). If you really thought that I was going to use the phrase "bathroom emergency" to describe my shower being cold, or my toilet running longer than normal you are crazy. When you hear someone say "bathroom emergency!" (yes you can only yell it) then you know exactly what they are talking about.

My bathroom emergency is not something that needs to be delved into with very much detail. Suffice it say that I had to drink that poison, and then for about an hour they could hear my emergency as far away as Baltimore. See? Does anybody out there want any more details than that? Go write your own blogs and stop feeding off me!

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