Posted on 08/06/2013 6:29:53 AM PDT by 70times7
Fry Fish n Chips in Oil instead of fat maybe
Mr. Rooter has to come out and snake the same sort of thing out from under my house about once every other year.””
I have owned 4 houses since 1966. I have NEVER had such a problem. Regular sewer in first house—septic systems in 3 subsequent houses.
LOL.... Adam Richmond could pack it away.
And politicians would rather spend our money on performing arts centers, museums, stadiums, or light rail than fix what needs fixing.
I also wonder if the low flush toilets contribute to sewer pipe problems (already happened in San Francisco), because there isn’t enough water to move all the gross stuff along.
It wouldn’t surprise me. Another unintended consequence of the green radicals’ bright ideas.
Oh lordy...I thought you were going to say he might want to process it into some kind of soylent green and recycle it.
Maybe this is part of the Al Qaeda plot?
That is a rumor.
Nah, Al Kaida is on the home channel. These guys are food network.
Tennessee Ernie Ford
Sixteen Tons
Songwriter: TRAVIS, MERLE
Some people say a man is made outta mud
A poor man’s made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that’s a-weak and a back that’s strong
You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don’t you call me ‘cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the company store
I was born one mornin’ when the sun didn’t shine
I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine
I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal
And the straw boss said “Well, a-bless my soul”
You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don’t you call me ‘cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the company store
I was born one mornin’, it was drizzlin’ rain
Fightin’ and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol’ mama lion
Cain’t no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don’t you call me ‘cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the company store
If you see me comin’, better step aside
A lotta men didn’t, a lotta men died
One fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right one don’t a-get you
Then the left one will
You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don’t you call me ‘cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the company store
I heard someone say the sewer's a clogged up with mud
We found out soon it was a different crud
A different crud; we looked and started to groan
Our knees went a-weak and we all said "that's wrong"
It was fifteen tons, real smelly and wet
Each day it was larger; we were deeper in s**t
London dweller stay the lever ‘cause you can’t go
Down on my head I don't want turds to flow
I went down one mornin’ where the sun didn’t shine
I picked up my shovel and I walked through the slime
I loaded fifteen tons of grease lard n' oil
It smelled so bad I almost tossed my meal
It was fifteen tons, real smelly and wet
Each day it was larger; we were deeper in s**t
London dweller stay the lever ‘cause you can’t go
Down on my head I don't want turds to flow
Flush water was a pourin' it was drizzlin’ rain
effluent and trouble are my middle names
I was raised when Ed Norton was on channel nine
I grew up thinkin' that his job was fine
It was fifteen tons, real smelly and wet
Each day it was larger; we were deeper in s**t
London dweller stay the lever ‘cause you can’t go
Down on my head I don't want turds to flow
If you see this stuff a comin’ better step inside
A lotta men didn’t, and a lotta men cried
when the wave does hit ya you will reel
If the sight don’t a-get you
Then the smell sure will
It was fifteen tons, real smelly and wet
Each day it was larger; we were deeper in s**t
London dweller stay the lever ‘cause you can’t go
Down on my head I don't want turds to flow
Excellent!..........
You realize, of course, that the ‘15 tonnes’ they are talking about is metric tons, i.e of 1000 kg, or 2205 pounds X 15 = 33075 pounds which would be 16.5 American tons............
A moose bit my sister once...
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