After work (which I am enjoying very much by the way) I came home, took of my coat, sorted myself out, had a wee, and well after that point it got a bit dramatic.
I did my business, flushed, and the toilet just seems to back up, and I was like "uh-oh". So I waited, and then I though, maybe I didn't flush right, so I flushed again. Needless to say that did not work. Instead the toilet filled with water. At this point I'm thinking "oh shit, shit shit, this is not good", then I thanked the heavens that I only needed to wee when I got in, cause lets face it no one likes cleaning up crap.
I waited 5 minutes, and the water had pretty much drained away, so I flushed it, to make sure it was ok, and lo and behold it wasn't. At this point I am in toilet drama mode. Still being a clever and intellegent woman, I decide to look in the garage in the hopes of find a plunger and giving that a go. I've seen my dad unclog a toilet and a sink before, so, like, how hard can it be right? WELL.... pretty damn hard when you can't fnd a plunger. This is where one does the next best thing, I picked up the phone and called my Father-in-Law. Nope, we don't have a plunger. CRAP.
So I turn to twitter (like I usually do), meanwhile every five minutes I go and flush the toilet again.
Occasionally I stare at it (the toilet) and say things like " please please work" and wishing it would unclog itself.
40 minutes later, it's fine, not clogged, but fine. and I'm sent this website.
atleast I didn't have to do this....
(note - my toilet is NEVER that filthy, nor would I plumb in my undercrackers)
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