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Jan24

A Mad Clatter in the John

fallen bathroom

(13:57:25) jacksoncooper: hey

(14:15:31) benATthelocust: hey there

(14:15:47) jacksoncooper: so, WoW, huh?

(14:15:55) benATthelocust: (btw – there is nothing like using a restroom and thinking that a man might fall through the ceiling onto you)

(14:15:59) benATthelocust: yeah

(14:16:01) benATthelocust: WoW

(14:16:16) jacksoncooper: heh

(14:16:47) jacksoncooper: hey, that new laptop is kicking ass.

(14:17:30) benATthelocust: HOLY SHIT

(14:17:31) benATthelocust: dude

(14:17:33) benATthelocust: dude

(14:17:43) benATthelocust: as soon as i typed that thing about the ceiling

(14:17:48) benATthelocust: IT ACTUALLY FUCKING HAPPENED

(14:17:55) benATthelocust: THIS IS THE TRUTH

(14:18:02) jacksoncooper: what the hell?

(14:18:09) benATthelocust: I heard a mad clatter in the john and ran in there and there is a dude in the fucking ceiling

(14:18:18) benATthelocust: tiles and all sorts of shit where i was just sitting

(14:18:42) jacksoncooper: damn

Excuse the cursing, but I had just recently foreseen and forestalled my own peril. At that moment, cursing was and is necessary.

Update: I will have a photo later.

filed under General and then tagged as Death,Funny,Me,Work
Jan 24 2006 ~ 1:25 pm ~ Comments (3) ~

3 Comments

It nearly killed you, man.

Comment by Hunter — January 25, 2006 @ 11:44 pm
i guess you can’t go to the bathroom at work anymore…..

glad you aren’t dead

Comment by katy — January 28, 2006 @ 5:26 pm
…he’s lucky this hasn’t happened before.

I forgot – this reminded me of something. A long time ago, I was ‘talking’ with some guy over ham radio, a few states away, using Morse code (yeah, I know, nerdier than a 50-sided die), and my cat came thru the drop ceiling in my room (there was an access and she loved to get up there…very private, I suppose). It made quite a racket and startled me, but I kept rythm for the most part, and said “…wait…uh got to go old man, cat came thru ceiling…no joke…sorry…bye….73 de ae4rv…”

The cat was fine, btw.

Comment by geoff — February 12, 2006 @ 2:33 am

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