No matter how delicate and flushable your own poops may be, if I am a guest in your home frequently enough, I will clog your toilet. I’ll be discreet about it; I want to be discreet about it, but if you don’t keep a plunger in there I’ll use something else rather than track you down to ask an embarrassing question and chancing that - in the meantime - someone discovers the Cleveland Browns surprise bowl appearance.
Your plunger doesn’t have to be in plain sight. I’ll look under the sink or in a closet. I want to find it too. But god help you if you don’t keep one on hand, because something else just got drafted to do its job.
But I’m reasonable. I’ll try to confine myself to items that regularly go into the toilet anyhow. A toilet brush is not a plunger however. And those guys who said ‘you can’t polish a turd’? I’m pretty sure they were using toilet brushes. The bristles end up looking like the kind of nightmares dentists must have once they die and go to hell.
No toilet brush? Then anything “disposable” falls under my purview. That hairspray can is mostly empty, could easily occur to me. Who knows, maybe if is rinses off, I can just put it back.
Point being, I just might think that your diaphragm and the bar from a towel rack might do the trick, so keep a goddamn plunger on hand already.
By the way, IME it’s not too much shit that clogs a toilet, unless you’re my youngest son who saves it all up for a week and then gives birth to a brown baby that won’'t fit down the toilet hole, it’s too much toilet paper. You might want to dial it back.
Oh man, I keep one in the guest bathroom because I’ve had that conversation at a friend’s house before.
Hey Creig, I need a plunger.
Oh don’t worry, we’ll get it.
No man, seriously, where’s your plunger?
Don’t worry, we’ll get it later.
Dude, look, this one’s like… bad. Let me do it.
Aw no, Lee Ann get’s em all the time. She’ll take care of it.
Look mother fucker, give me your goddamn plunger before I rip your head off and shit down your throat.
Here you go.
Yes. Okay, I know that a plunger isn’t the most attractive thing, but have one in there anyway.
I had to run home from work one day to get one (I worked less than a mile from home). That’s an embarrassment.
Alice, I’ve heard that too, but sometimes the toilet is terrible and sometimes it just clogs. Or if you’re my sister, you shit in the middle of the night, don’t notice, and leave it to the person who goes to work in the morning to deal with it first thing in the morning.
She didn’t notice that the toilet didn’t flush properly. Or perhaps she used the bathroom in her sleep. But I’ll go with the first one.
And then, of course, there were the times when I couldn’t plunge it and we were without a toilet for the day until I went to my parents’ house and borrowed the toilet snake.
Heh. It was written in 80% jest, and I’m not currently staying with anyone. It’s a PSA for plungers. People who have toilets with low killing power should be especially mindful to have a plunger on hand and in the bathroom.
No shit! I prefer to use my own bathroom and that works well. I don’t usually have to take toilet-clogging shits at odd places and random times. My god man, what are you eating? Anyway, I just wanted to say I hope everything comes out all right in the end.
