Unhand Thee! Or, The Unhandy Husband

Boobs is even less handy than I am. Ok, he can hang light fixtures and pictures and he’s got measurements down with his mad math skillz.

But…yesterday he goes into the basement bathroom while I’m in the other room watching TV. I hear a flush, then some sort of splattering sound, then “BECK!”

So I rush in to see what’s going on in there and he’s just standing there, the back of the toilet lid is off and water is jetting upwards and onto the wall. WTF??

I practically shove him out of the way and reach behind the toilet to turn the water off. Why didn’t he do that? What the hell!



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