In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Showing posts with label Drano. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Drano. Show all posts
Friday, June 27, 2014
This is now a mission and I will have my revenge
So hard, man. So fuckin' hard.
What's wrong, farmboy? Finances? Music? Is it the CD? Is it your health?
No. It's the drain in the bathroom sink. It's clogged.
So? Fix it. You fixed the drain in your shower, as I recall. You cleared the drain by using vinegar and baking soda.
Yeah, I've done that. Several times. Even did that Liquid Plumber stuff, too. But now it's gone further than this. This is now a mission and I will have my revenge.
Yeah? What are you going to do?
I'm gonna keep putting in stuff and plunging, and if that don't work, it's back to that Drano stuff. I hate using that shit. I hear it's bad for the environment.
I've heard that, too.
Only thing I know, man, is I ain't giving up this fight, no fuckin' way.
Good, farmboy. It's good to have something you believe fighting for.
Ah, thanks, man, I think it's just the principle -- Hey! Why did your eyes roll up when you said that? Huh?
Thursday, May 29, 2014
I bet plunge ain't really a word
Hey, man, did I tell you what I did?
No, farmboy. what did you do?
I fixed the shower drain all by myself.
Do tell…
Hey, you don't have to be some kind of smart-ass about it.
I'm just joking with you, farmboy. How did you fix the shower drain? What's that stuff called? The chemical stuff?
Drano?
Drano! That's it!
So back to my adventure…
Yes, back to your adventure…
Well, man, I didn't use no fuckin' Drano, I tell you what. I use the more environment-friendly old-fashioned remedy of pouring some baking soda down the drain, followed by a half-cup or so of vinegar. I let it sit for a while -- it gets all foamy, man, it's so fuckin' cool -- then I get the plunger and I…
Plunge?
Yeah, that's what I do, plunge. Gimme a fuckin' break, man. I bet plunge ain't really a word.
Anyway, then all this gross goop comes out and you just get rid of it and…voila! A plunged shower drain! A work of beauty, if I say so myself.
(quietly) And you do say so…
Hey! I heard that!
Seriously, farmboy. Congratulations on your new-found independence and self-reliance.
You're putting me on, man…
No, I'm serious. Every little step you make is amazing. Remember that, farmboy.
Jeez, man, you sound like a fuckin' greeting card.
Answer this, farmboy: Did unclogging the drain make you feel good?
Uh, yeah, man. I had this feeling of accomplishment, and that's cool.
So, man,what's the fuckin' point of this whole conversation?
There's no point, farmboy. I just thought all of this might be something to think about.
Yeah, yeah. All I know is that I can shower without having my feet trudging in dirty bathwater.
Trudge!
Yeah. Now, there's an interesting word for you.
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