You probably think this post is about Anthony Weiner, don't you? Get your mind out of the gutter. It's about plumbing, you ingrates.
It seems both of my bathrooms had toilet issues. One wouldn't flush and one wouldn't stop flushing. So, I called the plumber. He came and adjusted my ballcock and fiddled with my flapper. It took about 15 minutes. And we both felt very satisfied with his work.
And not a buttcrack in sight. And I say that with "certitude".
What would Betty think? "This house is just falling apart". She then would describe her volatile bowel movements and wonder if she stopped up the toilet.
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