Greetings, my fellow port swillers!

Ol’ Robbo awoke this morning to the voice of a gel wafting up the stairs, “Uh, Daaaaa-aaad, there’s a puddle on the kitchen ceiling and water dripping down!!!”

@*&#$ upstairs pipes at it again.  Oh, well, I thought.  It could be worse.

Why yes, yes it could.

Arriving home from Mass this afternoon, I was greeted by the sound of a gel’s voice wafting up from the basement, “DAAAAAAA-aaaaad!! The downstairs potty plugged up and the overflow is coming through the basement ceiling into the study!!!”

@#$&^@*$#@#*^&!! gels flushing things I’ve told them not to again.

They had virtually every bowl and pot from the port-swiller kitchen down there trying to contain the mini-Niagra, but I’m afraid they were only partially successful.  Can anyone recommend a good rug shampoo?