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At least it wasn't an Epsom Salt day.
Really? Huh. I have had the impression from past anecdotes, that many of the sewer lines from my house's era, 1970s, are terra cotta and that you have to be super ginger with 'em lest they break up even worse. Seems like the root cutter would be pretty tough. My impression is that people often leave the lines somewhat damaged but manageable.
In the past, I have flushed that copper stuff down the toilet once a year or so that supposedly discourages whatever roots are already in there.
When a tubgirl goes missing, do they post her picture on a carton of TAMPOONS??!

When a tubgirl goes missing, do they post her picture on a carton of TAMPOONS??!
When a tubgirl goes missing, do they post her picture on a carton of TAMPOONS??!
When a tubgirl goes missing, do they post her picture on a carton of TAMPOONS??!
Me: "Let me get the hose"
Plumber dude: "Just wait, we are going to need that later"

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When a tubgirl goes missing, do they post her picture on a carton of TAMPOONS??!




When a tubgirl goes missing, do they post her picture on a carton of TAMPOONS??!

Re the current watery happenings ... this is how I imagined it outside Valgar's house.
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Round 2: Scat Monday Strikes Back.
Thus began the new saga.
Same as the first time. I haul ass home on the bike (after a stop at safeway, to buy cottage cheese which I now do not want to eat).
Get home, see the leak around the toilet, look in the tub, yup all the water is clean, hmm, so maybe it isn't the same problem as last time.....
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Outside I go, still in shorts and a tank....oh, and yeah, no gloves....because it couldn't POSSIBLY be the same problem...
I hit the outside trap plate to loosen it.
Then.
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THIS IS A BAD DREAM, AND IT IS HAPPENING BECAUSE I AM A BAD PERSON.
Just before the plate comes flying off, I see the bolus of WET WIPES coming at me like a vile feces egg from cthulhu's cloaca. FUCK! FUCKITY FUCK FUCK! WHO THE FUCK FLUSHED WET WIPES!
At least shit rolls downhill, so I only had to serpentine from the scat sniper for a short while.
Ace can't come out until morning (unless I want to pay a retarded after hours fee), so ye olde hand-crank snake comes out.
At this point, I am soaked, I'm like a fucking shit-ninja, the predator couldn't find me if he tried.
So I go for it, I'm sure from behind it looked like a fecal fetish dream, guy covered in crap, hunched over, right arm churning away near his crotch.
Amazingly enough, at about 25 feet....I got it. I have no idea what IT was, probably more wet-wipes (FUCK YOU ASSHOLES THAT LABEL THEM FLUSHABLE, AND FUCK ME FOR PUTTING THEM IN THE BATHROOM AND HAVING GUESTS THINK THEY CAN FLUSH THEM), with a orgasmic BLOOP everything left drained.
I had the wife run around the house flushing toilets, turning on taps, running the showers...
Now I wait....I feel like putting on brown camo, and squatting in the laundry room off the upstairs bathroom, and silently reaching out to flush every 10 minutes, and wait....and see if the enemy is still beneath me.

I can't believe a horrible ad on how to clean your ass out with a gummy got me back here....OMG, DUDE! so awesome to see you post!