“No,” Mark whispered. “Don’t you dare.”
“Goldendoodle or Lab?”
He tried a wire hanger. He fished blindly, hoping to break up the suspected “Gus-tastrophe.” The hanger emerged clean, which was somehow more terrifying.
Panic set in. Mark texted his buddy, a plumber, at 2:15 AM: “Help. Toilet clogged. It’s… biological.”
The plumber texted back: “Pumpkin or corn?”
The floor became a Jackson Pollock of seasonal gourds and regret.
“No,” Mark whispered. “Don’t you dare.”
“Goldendoodle or Lab?”
He tried a wire hanger. He fished blindly, hoping to break up the suspected “Gus-tastrophe.” The hanger emerged clean, which was somehow more terrifying. dog poop clogged toilet
Panic set in. Mark texted his buddy, a plumber, at 2:15 AM: “Help. Toilet clogged. It’s… biological.” “No,” Mark whispered
The plumber texted back: “Pumpkin or corn?” dog poop clogged toilet
The floor became a Jackson Pollock of seasonal gourds and regret.