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As you know, “The Fly” has never claimed to be handy. He finds it much easier hiring illegal Mexicans to fix stuff around the house.
However, once upon a time, Mrs. Fly demanded “The Fly” fix the bathroom shower head, which happened to be on the 2nd floor—directly above the living room.
Not knowing dick from a doorknob about plumbing, “The Fly” proceeded to “wrench” that “stupid shower head” off. It was quite cumbersome. The fucker wouldn’t budge, until he gave it a whack with the heavy part of his Godly wrench.
Much to “The Fly’s” chagrin, what followed the “wrench whacking” was nothing short of an “intra-house” disaster.
See, being too busy with important topics, such as kit-kat versus peanut butter cups, jam versus jelly and plasma versus LCD, “The Fly” neglected to shut off the water main.
Next, the water head busted off and his bathroom instantly became a fucking fish tank, with “The Fly” as its only occupant. He screamed for his wife to come “help,” while he was trying to salvage what little of the house was left, via bucketing freezing water out of the tub— into the nearby toilet bowl.
There was no stopping the flood. The tub was overflowing, profusely.
It was a race against insanity— with “The Fly” losing badly.
Then, I asked Mrs. Fly to “take over,” while I tried to locate and shut off the water main.
I had no idea where it was, mainly due to just purchasing the house— 6 months prior.
In short, “The Fly” was forced to call the fire department, in order to rescue his fucking house from floating into the Atlantic Ocean.
The water was firing out of the shower head like a fucking dam wall had just been breached. By the time the firemen had arrived, it was raining in my living room, all over my “high-end” living area.
When the “comedy time” in “The Fly’s” 2nd floor bathroom had ceased, the damage was profound.
All in all, I had to replace the ceiling, 10 high hats, expensive as shit area rugs, couches, lamps and brand fucking new 2nd floor bathroom—for a grand total of: much more than most of you could afford.
At the end of the day, ironically, Mrs. Fly was quite pleased with my work, considering all the new crap I had to buy.
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