Before the plumber arrived, I was picturing bulldozers tearing up our tiny front yard. Financial ruin of Phaeton-ic proportions filled my mind. But 10 minutes, $140, and this strange contraception remedied everything. Look for new material tomorrow.
*Fingers crossed.
Awww yeah! Time to drink heavily.
ReplyDelete@Alan: I'm way ahead of you.
ReplyDeleteHehe, Phaeton-ic
ReplyDeleteElectric eel!
ReplyDeleteA plumber got his 60m long one stuck in my pipes once - that caused some serious, and rapid, digging.
@Lukas: 60 meters!!!
ReplyDeleteUm, that really is a strange "contraception," unless you were referring to "contraption."
ReplyDelete@Anon: I guess I was distracted. :)
DeleteYou were drunk.
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