The bathroom drain was clogged and I told Shane, “Oh, I can fix it.”  because let’s face it, I’m awesome and can handle a clog.  So I first plunged it.  Over and over with goop flying out – to no avail – still clogged.

Hmmmmm.  Okay, bleach.  I poured some bleach in there and it fizzed and bubbled and spit up a bunch of nasty krud.  Still didn’t drain.

Okay!, she thinks… get a coat hanger and snake the drain!  And that’s when it began.  I poked a hole through the damned pipe.  Black nasty water trickled out.

I sat bewildered – staring at the drain.  Oh… what’s that I see?  There’s some greenish bumpy stuff on the other pipe… hmmmm I wonder what that is!  Let’s touch it and scrape it with my nail, I think to myself.

As I’m doing that, my pinger POKES through the pipe and like hell spitting up an unwanted soul – chunks of bleach soaked nasty bits of-God-knows-how-many-years-worth of clog – literall SPEWED out at me!  Have you ever seen a child with projectile vomiting?  It was a lot like that.

Calling our friend the plumber.
And… ruined a good towel.