This post comes to you courtesy of the fact that I am waiting for seepage to stop in my basement. Wet vac, take a break, wet vac, take a break.
I have learned a few things with this experience.
1. If you can you avoid it, don't have living space in your basement.
2. If you're buying a house from some shady Eastern Europeans, make sure it's not during a drought.
3. They moved the cemetery but they didn't move the bodies! THEY ONLY MOVED THE HEADSTONES!!!
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Do you need a midget with psychic powers? 'Cuz I can get one for you if you do. I'm just saying.a
my hero, my honest-to-goodness hero
Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
Last house in Boise, before the blessed, blessed move back to civilization: The hundred-year old whatever-the-fuck-it was tree in the yard had grown roots into the house's drainage pipe to the street.
Net damage:
--Basement flooded with feces and laundry detergent.
--$500 worth of clothes and kid items ruined.
--My eyes bled when the root removal company (they have those, you know) pulled what looked like a Chewbacca afterbirth the size of ME from the yard.
Wet vac. Take a break. Wet vac. Take a break. Curse luck and landlord. Take a break. Wet vac. Take a break. Hatred for all...no breaks from that.
Well, at least the laundry detergent and the feces sort of canceled each other out, right?
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