Poopy Water

First, I want to apologize to Sacramento. Seriously, guys, I’m sorry. 73 to 39 at the half was embarrassing for both of us. Yall kept on truckin’, though, and that was cool. I hope the next three games are closer.

After the game, Rocky, Roland and I had some fun of our own. Roland’s sewage line had been infiltrated by roots, so that afternoon they had started digging. By the time I got over there, they were trying to put in a replacement pipe. It was still daylight then. Sweet daylight.

At about 8:30 p.m., Roland and I went to Lowe’s (his third trip) to get a rubber joint to put on the pipe. You see, the two pipes that needed to be connected did not directly face each other, so we had to use a two joints to get them to line up. That was in addition to the joint that the original contractors had already placed there when they were building the house.

Around 10:30 Rocky cut his finger. He’d been in The Hole for about four hours strait. His shoes were full of muck. In fact, there were bits of it all over his body. Roland cleaned Rocky’s wound with the hose and got him some gloves.

By 11:00 Rocky, with brute force and sheer insanity, had gotten the pipe in. It wasn’t glued, but at least it was on. We got inside by 11:20, just in time to watch Weekend Update and the Natalie Portman video. Sweet.

Rocky got Ebola on his toe, and Roland got E. coli on his eye, but otherwise we came out unscathed. Leslie provided pizza and sarcastic remarks. I took pictures.

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