It was quite an exciting morning the day I visited The House of Prudence. I arrived soon after the plumber showed up to help Snappy-P with a clogged drain problem. As I walked into the house I was quickly taken downstairs, out back, to the sink that is outside of the house. It was backing up and oozing this gunky muck that Snappy-P was furiously digging out of the sink with a cat pooper scooper. Here I am holding the bag.
Here is some of the gunk we scraped out of the sink. What had happened was that when Snappy-P had her drains “snaked” a while back, part of the snake broke off in her drain, hence the clog.
Here’s Snappy-P asking the plumber if he was okay. That plumber was quite happy when he figured out the cause behind the clog. Snappy-P felt much better after Mr. Plumber left.
Well, I can’t say that this isn’t one of the more unusual posts here in the Allee Willis Museum OF Kitsch. But seeing as we spotlight a lot of crap and other assorted gunk, and that you and Snappy P are such esteemed aKitschionados, a certifiKitsch is awarded on the basis of an unclogged House of Prudence.
Big thanks for the certifikitsch on this post!