My brother and I were priming the walls of the addition today. Mom and Dad were both at work, and Hannah was at a friend’s house, so it was just the two of us working in a rather small area with large amounts of white, chemical-scented glop.
As we were working, and already starting to get goofy, a septic truck pulled up near the house in order to pump our tank. The side of the truck said (I kid you not) “4,000 Gallons of You Know What”. That’s when the edges of our sanity began to chip away, and as the truck pulled out of our driveway and down the road, Stephen and I belted out a stirring rendition of “(Everything I Do) I Do It for You” only replacing the word you with poo.
Like I said, I’m blaming the paint fumes.
LMAO LMAO LMAO. I think that’s really really funny. :) For some reason I get a million spam emails about septic tanks. Yum.
lol, what a weird thing to get e-mails about…
*cackles*
Well, it gets better…Stephen then launched into a Who’s Line-esque sketch called “Songs of the Septic Man”, which included songs by Ray Charles and The Rolling Stones (and for the life of me, I wish I could remember the lyrics)
I love that boy.