Shiiiiiit! Fuuuccckkk! Double merde, sacre bleu and craaaaaapp! My kitchen sink's hose suddenly snapped and all this water started pouring out. In torrents.
At first, I was like: What's that sound, what, what, what, what and Where is it coming from, where, where, where, where?!? And suddenly the Apocalyptic Flood started flowing in between my toes.
And bringing the oceans, lakes and rivers into my home and underneath the Orgasmic Bar via my sink's nether regions. This time, my Bar is not feeling vundabar at all. (coz the vundaBAR is made of wood and water will just make it fragile/collapsible. hahahaahah)
Twenty-five minutes later: The flood was contained; the leak and overflow were halted but there was flood management and floor drying being done at midnight. With tools including rugs, old newspapers, dirty laundry and useless cloths. But still, and I know for certain: it's still wet under the bar. PistingYawaAtay.
All the same, danke to the man whore/ miracle worker. :)
But I'm still shaken to the core.
Fuck, fuckety, fuck, fuck.
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