Our toilets have flooded. All over our fucking yard.
The shit has melded with the toilet paper to form a tan coloured river of viscous sewerage that's covered the bags of glass bottles we've been meaning to recycle for months. Even the christmas tree is bark deep in it.
Thank Christ its not sunny out.
I dread the day then this type of thing can't be fixed with a simple call to our ever so helpful landlord.
5 comments:
Ugh. Poor you...up shit creak.
*sorry, bad pun.
I'd be shittin'it....sorry, I didn't mean to piss all over you with puns, shit happens
you must be in a crappy mood......
Sarah, Rua and Red (he ha) just toilet you know, I'm unbeatable when it comes to punning.
'toilet' excellent, you're the shit
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