Liz made this up about me waiting for the plumber all morning and then getting irrationally miffed about a shower suggestion.
Little Miss Feeling Beastly
Sat on her keestly
Waiting for the plumber all day.
Then one more silly demand
Made her hop up and say
Enough! I am done! No whey!
Follow up the next day (by Liz) see the comments to follow the story:
The shady after-hours plumber
Took away Debbie’s john
And made an infernal racket
Until the break of dawn.
The plumber was on his knees
All covered in sweat and tears
Finally gave up and left, no charge,
Leaving Debbie with just her fears.
Then out from the pipe popped Beelzebub.
Completely covered in poo
He left a big invoice, covered in filth,
And said “the joke’s on you!”
So Debbie made a call or two
And finally realized this: it
Is better to choose the devil you know
When you’re dealing with horrible sh*t!
Floyd's! He'll move your toilet!
Floyd's! Won't let anything spoil't.
In 25 minutes, he's got it all cleaned out.
Only 105 dollars, let the people shout!