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LOL... I had a friend who told me when he was in Kuwait during the cease fire after the first gulf war he had a platoon sergeant that kept begging dip from his driver then putting darn near the whole can in his mouth. Thing was, he didn't spit... he'd swallow it. He said he told the platoon sergeant that he'd get sick doing that. ( I almost DID get sick at the thought myself) The driver came to my friend and asked what he could do. My friend bought a can of dip from the driver (who's parents had sent him a whole roll). He then went to the medics complaining of being bound up... (those MRE's are really bad) The medics gave him six ex-lax capsules with instructions to take two, then one every eight hours until he took a dump. He opened the can, had the driver take out a good sized dip, then emptied the capsules into the dip and stirred up around, put the lid back on and gave it to the driver with instructions that if the Platoon Sergeant asked for a dip, to give him the can and tell him to keep it. He said after about six hours out on the desert blasting around at 40+ miles an hour and hitting some pretty good sized bumps, the Platoon Sergeant started screaming over the intercom to stop the track... about the same time, they started smelling the reason he was screaming. He said when the ramp dropped, the crew piled out of the back and looked up to see the platoon sergeant standing on top of the turret, suffering from explosive diarrhea from his knees to the middle of his back. He said the platoon sergeant never asked for another dip after that...Dave wrote:Here's hoping it's not the sort of plumbing emergency which tries to emulate a VE7 caldera-forming eruption from within your main sewer pipes!
(Fortunately those are usually limited to college dorms, when somebody does the flush-firecrackers-down-the-toilet trick during a floor party)
((No, I never did this myself.))
(((I did manage to create a small volcano of sorts, though, during my freshman year. The guy in the next room insisted on wandering into ours, while smoking a pipe full of pungent Borkum Riff tobacco... and both my room-mate and I were confirmed non-smokers. We managed to spike his tobacco with some potassium nitrate I had available from an old chemistry set. The next time he lit up... FZZT... a VE (-10) or so eruption. "You sons of bitches" was his only comment as he headed for the water fountain to put it out.)))
That's your real-life friday cliffhanger right there...Wyvern wrote:Yikes! I hope it's fixed quickly!
At first, I read that as "ruining." Which would still apply, I guess.Fairportfan wrote:Wow. Out-of-town company coming, on top of a plumbing emergency...
You sure Senior Director Oduya isn't running your life, Paul?
Ye Gawd!... i hope it isn't his water heater... my place just had the heater finally let go at the bottom of the tank, the resulting leak took out the furnace next to it, got the wall to about 2 ft high and got under the hardwood flooring. during the rip-out of the wall the guy said they also needed to remove the bathroom sink unit to check for further damage on the other side of the closet/bathroom divider wall,and then replace it afterwards, and as we started to remove it he saw black mold in the back, ugh... so that had to go too... trying to remove it though, meant we had to totally destroy it, all because of the way the people that flipped the house made the bloody thing... after we finally got it out we saw there was black mold running almost the full length of the wall behind it too... weird thing was that it was higher in the center, rather than at either end... hmmm... the exterior wall end of the sink unit was where the heater was, and the actual sink was at the other end, so why was it higher in the center?... well... THAT was due to the UPSTAIRS bathroom drainage pipe... the junction where all three pipes from the toilet, sink and tub joined together had cracked and had been spilling everything out between the walls for the last eight years or so (the time we've lived here)... UGH!!!... so that wall had to completely come out too... as part of the water leak from the heater itself, it had leaked out the bedroom door straight across the hall to start going out into the garage, so the hall carpet we knew was going to go... but when the insurance guy shows up to estimate it, we find out that the hall and living room carpets are actually one piece!, so the whole downstairs living room carpet had to go... talk about stuff to move... blech, 10 bookcases 6ft tall, and 4 at 4ft tall, all with my sci-fi books, gaming books and all my DVD's and VHS videos... AND all the room-mates stuff from her room where the leak and the furnace were... blech. all told, with the four different contractors schedules, and us having to move a bunch of stuff out of the way, it took about 6 weeks to completely finish as well.Mark N wrote:I just hope that the problem is quickly and economically fixed for your sanity Paul.
That's another kind of plumbing problem right there.DilyV wrote:LOL... I had a friend who told me when he was in Kuwait during the cease fire after the first gulf war he had a platoon sergeant that kept begging dip from his driver then putting darn near the whole can in his mouth. Thing was, he didn't spit... he'd swallow it. He said he told the platoon sergeant that he'd get sick doing that. ( I almost DID get sick at the thought myself) The driver came to my friend and asked what he could do. My friend bought a can of dip from the driver (who's parents had sent him a whole roll). He then went to the medics complaining of being bound up... (those MRE's are really bad) The medics gave him six ex-lax capsules with instructions to take two, then one every eight hours until he took a dump. He opened the can, had the driver take out a good sized dip, then emptied the capsules into the dip and stirred up around, put the lid back on and gave it to the driver with instructions that if the Platoon Sergeant asked for a dip, to give him the can and tell him to keep it. He said after about six hours out on the desert blasting around at 40+ miles an hour and hitting some pretty good sized bumps, the Platoon Sergeant started screaming over the intercom to stop the track... about the same time, they started smelling the reason he was screaming. He said when the ramp dropped, the crew piled out of the back and looked up to see the platoon sergeant standing on top of the turret, suffering from explosive diarrhea from his knees to the middle of his back. He said the platoon sergeant never asked for another dip after that...Dave wrote:Here's hoping it's not the sort of plumbing emergency which tries to emulate a VE7 caldera-forming eruption from within your main sewer pipes!
(Fortunately those are usually limited to college dorms, when somebody does the flush-firecrackers-down-the-toilet trick during a floor party)
((No, I never did this myself.))
(((I did manage to create a small volcano of sorts, though, during my freshman year. The guy in the next room insisted on wandering into ours, while smoking a pipe full of pungent Borkum Riff tobacco... and both my room-mate and I were confirmed non-smokers. We managed to spike his tobacco with some potassium nitrate I had available from an old chemistry set. The next time he lit up... FZZT... a VE (-10) or so eruption. "You sons of bitches" was his only comment as he headed for the water fountain to put it out.)))
I guess that could be considered a VEI-7 or above explosion...
*Drops an empty ex-lax box in the pun jar in honor of my friend*
Seriously, I hope Paul gets it all sorted out and gets back to us on Tuesday!!!
Ye be one lucky laird! I hav'na had that in near a decade(had a bottle gifted at the birth of my son, had a toasting drink, and the ex- roomie broad drank it, and complained how it wasn't as nice as a bottle of raspberry smirnoff. I could have killed her. She and her beau, and my ex all left like thieves shortly after). Tha's a fine single malt--one of three brands I drink when afforded a chance. Tip a glass back for me, would ya laird?as363 wrote:My sympathies Paul - glad I don't own a house anymore - My ex has it and I just rent . I think my 25 year old Glen Fiddich will be visited a lot the next few days.
This reminds me of the less-than-humorous incident involving a rather irate geek, a preppy chick, and secretly replacing her Oxy10 with Silver Nitrate three days before Senior Pictures... NOT me, in this case, I'm not that cruel.Dave wrote:Here's hoping it's not the sort of plumbing emergency which tries to emulate a VE7 caldera-forming eruption from within your main sewer pipes!
(Fortunately those are usually limited to college dorms, when somebody does the flush-firecrackers-down-the-toilet trick during a floor party)
((No, I never did this myself.))
(((I did manage to create a small volcano of sorts, though, during my freshman year. The guy in the next room insisted on wandering into ours, while smoking a pipe full of pungent Borkum Riff tobacco... and both my room-mate and I were confirmed non-smokers. We managed to spike his tobacco with some potassium nitrate I had available from an old chemistry set. The next time he lit up... FZZT... a VE (-10) or so eruption. "You sons of bitches" was his only comment as he headed for the water fountain to put it out.)))
You're well rid of people like that. My maternal Grandfather was a Steam Engineer from the Shetlands and had a marvelous collection of single malts My father inherited in the late 50's and I acquired a taste for it from him . Straight up - no ice - but warm the class a little from an open flame and then take a deep sniff. You can smell the slight "peat moss" wafting up.DinkyInky wrote:Ye be one lucky laird! I hav'na had that in near a decade(had a bottle gifted at the birth of my son, had a toasting drink, and the ex- roomie broad drank it, and complained how it wasn't as nice as a bottle of raspberry smirnoff. I could have killed her. She and her beau, and my ex all left like thieves shortly after). Tha's a fine single malt--one of three brands I drink when afforded a chance. Tip a glass back for me, would ya laird?as363 wrote:My sympathies Paul - glad I don't own a house anymore - My ex has it and I just rent . I think my 25 year old Glen Fiddich will be visited a lot the next few days.
Hope the plumbing stuff gets resolved well...and that it doesn't impede the enjoyment of visitors for the holiday weekend!