Nasty. Nasty. Nasty. Nasty. Nasty. Nasty. Nasty. Nasty. Nasty. Nasty. Nasty. Nasty. Nasty. Nasty. Nasty. Nasty. Nasty. Nasty. Nasty. Nasty. Nasty. Nasty. Nasty. Nasty. Oh sweet Eephus, there’s diarrhea in the jacuzzi.
I need to go shave my skin off with a wood planer. I shall post details later.
How do you know if wasn’t a perfectly tenacious turd that had gotton pounded by the jets? That’s like claiming the fruit in a smoothie wasn’t previously bruised.
Part of last week’s discussion in my Thermal Systems class involved “fouling factors” in pipes. Now I don’t think I’ll be able to hear about “fouling factors” again without thinking of this thread.
If you take your one-year-old baby into the hot tub in your bathroom, and he’s recently eaten raisins, you ought to know what to expect. Or at least–not be surprised by the eventual result. :eek:
So, possibly, I am icked out a little less than the rest of you.