A story WillPitt will enjoy (or with which he can at least sympathize)...

I just got through with the most grotesque, revolting job I have ever had to do. No--I didn't go to a Republican fundraiser, nothing that horrible! I had to clean out my septic tank.

Evidently, when I installed the tank, I did not add the little critters that help digest solid waste. Therefore, all the solids (toilet paper and the likes) that have been flushed into the tank for the past four years have simply risen to the top and blocked off the outflow pipe. My father and I took the top off the tank today and then used shovels to fill up 10 gallon buckets with the stuff, which we (don't worry, environmentalists) disposed of properly. (don't ask.)

You have never seen anything this gross--or smelled anything so disgusting! I gagged and gagged the WHOLE TIME!

NO, Will, my Dad and I didn't have shit fights with the stuff, but we were two grumpy souls as we took care of the job. There is nothing like bonding with a parent while you shovel waste products.

Before we put the cap back on the tank, I dumped in some kind of stuff that is supposed to boost the little bacteria that will prevent this from happening again. NExt, I will invest in some kind of toilet paper that is more biodegradable than Angel Soft or Charmin. Say a little prayer for me that these two actions will remedy the problem, because I don't think I can go through this again.

...clean out one of those 100m long factory chicken houses. The deal is that the parent company delivers a bus load of chicks, they live for one year in the chicken house on slatted riser platforms about 1m above the ground, yielding eggs daily, then after a year they are taken off to the dogfood factory and the chicken house is cleaned out for the next batch. That's 100m x 1m deep x 3m wide x 2 rows of raw, liquid chicken shit. Initially we couldn't penetrate more than about 1/4 of the way into the building without gagging-- not just on the odor, which was terrible beyond belief, but on the sheer ammonia concentration. It took us three days to clean it out. I still have nightmares about the live chickens we found mired in the stuff....

That's almost as bad as what I went through today...perhaps worse! Live chickens in the stuff? How horrible!

Hard core.

Next level: On the lake, in rowboats, with pool skimmers.

I feel your pain.

:puke:

as 4 years of family history. Oh looks, there's grandma's Thanksgiving turkey dinner from 2002!


Did you ever hear Garrision Keeler's story about the man trying to get rid of his folks septic tank?? Extremely funny!

I'm eating over here!