Ah, the Joys of renting

Sometimes you learn things you don't want to know about people you barely know. For example, I don't know any movie stars.. But I do know that if hugh Grant can't use his English charm to get a BJ, he'll use American cash. I don't know Michael Jackson, but I know he has distinctive markings on his Weiner. I don't know the girl living upstairs from me, but I do know she has a cast iron cootchie.

I know this because earlier today my feet detected something wet by my fridge. Since the fridge is almost as old as my mom, I figured that was the problem and called my landlord. After a few minutes of poking around we determined that the fridge was not the problem. When we looked in the furnace room we found that the main drain from my upstairs neigbors bathroom had burst.

BECAUSE IT WAS FILLED WITH PAPER TOWELS!!!

I want to make this clear.. PAPER TOWELS. Who the hell has the pain tolerance to wipe with paper towels? Not to be overly graphic here, but wow!! (and ow) I can understand once or twice... because you haven't been able to get to the store and you have to go NOW!!! But she filled a 3" pipe that's about 4' long. To the point where it burst. Not cracked, not popped a seal to let off some pressure. I mean a full two foot long crack wide enough to see the designs on the paper towels.

This takes an effort and dedication that I cannot comprehend. and a cootchie made of cast iron.