I usually like to wake up on Sundays to a nice calm house. Maybe make some coffee and then proceed to scramble up an egg or two. Then watch a ton of college basketball until #K102uChoose. However I woke up to the sound of rushing water in my bathroom. Not ideal. At first glance I thought it was going to be the type of brown stuff you usually associate with the bathroom. Thank goodness it was not.
Apparently someone tried to force feed pounds of shredded beef down the drain. I'm no plumber but I'm guessing that my bathroom floor was an early exit. Thanks to my upstairs neighbor. My bathroom still kind of smells like you unfinished food.