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Ok, this is my first time participating in LiLu’s TMI Thursday. I’m gonna give it a shot and see if I can properly humiliate myself and manage to tell the story right. here it goes!

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So this past weekend, I completely defiled me and my fiance’s bathroom like any normal trip to the can. I didn’t think anything of it really, business as usual.

Then I went to flush and as I am sure you have all experienced…the water kept rising, and rising until that panic sets in. I’m thinking, its gonna flush, its gonna flush.

No. It didn’t. But praise the lord, it didn’t overflow either! PHEW, or so I thought!

Unfortunately we store the plunger in the downstairs bathroom because S needs it typically more than I do (lies). So I go downstairs to get said plunger and my boyfriend is already on top of that, grabbing it and heading upstairs.

Me:  “No! NO! you don’t wanna do that! I can take care of it!!”

S:  grunts and heads in.

*plunge plunge plunge, FLUSH* nope not going down. *plunge plunge plunge, flush* still nothing!!

20 MINUTES LATER! 20 HORRIFYING MINUTES LATER!!

Did I mention I have a very sensitive sense of smell, so I’m gagging the whole time just thinking about him dealing with this. Hand over mouth horrified.

S: “There’s a freaking log in here!”

Me: embarrassed silence…

S: “Did you have an abortion in here?! I think I see skulls!!”

Me: “uhm, I have my period, remember?”

S: “and corn? we haven’t had corn in 4 days!!”

He literally had to get a wire coat hanger (who the hell still owns those?!?) and snake the toilet, plunge and eventually, where the fruits of my labor finally came afloat and out of hiding. He had to take that wire coat hanger and make my “log” smaller so that it would flush. It looked like a surgical procedure, WITH MY SHIT. Did I mention there was blood too? Because I was riding the cotton pony? Did I mention this went on for TWENTY MINUTES?!

If that’s not love, I don’t know what is. I seriously asked him if he still wanted to marry me after that.

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