Bowl __hot__ — Unclogging Toilet

Slorch. Slorch. Slorch.

“Behold,” Leo said, holding it up like a trophy fish. “The Kraken.” unclogging toilet bowl

By the time Leo arrived, she was kneeling in front of the toilet, sweat beading on her forehead, holding a wire coat hanger she’d straightened into a grotesque fishing hook. Slorch

Sarah shuddered. “I’m never flushing anything but toilet paper again. I’ll build a shrine to the trash can.” Slorch. Slorch. Slorch. “Behold

The water level dropped. Just an inch. Then stopped.

“I see it,” he said. “The cotton pad. It’s stuck right at the trap. The soap almost got it, but it’s clinging like a coward.”