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loginRed Heat News FlashHe's done it. He's done it. He's done it. That massive, magnificent, bastard has done it! It's cracking!!!!!!!!
Normally on Fridays, I go out to lunch with the lads. However today, I got caught up in some stuff and couldn't go. What a great thing that providence foisted upon me.
With no lunch packed and no chance to go out, I decided to roll the bones and hit up our cafeteria - which is also affectionately known as
Chez Choke & Puke. It is never great even at the best of times but late on a Friday is asking for trouble. However, I decided to gamble and got a slab of cow thing with green beans and washed out carrots. It was....... Not good.
Later in the afternoon I start getting the tummy rumbles. Mwwwwrrrrrr Gwwrrrrrr Lwwwrrrr Of course that was not the end of it. No. Not at all. The disturbance in the force began to move lower. Lower and lower it went. Deep into the WAN entrails. Soon I was in that grey area. That weird region between light and dark where you don't know if you are just going to blow out a massive gassive or if you are going to have a mess. So I motored on down to the head with some urgency. As you may recall, the closest head just has the one bowl in the indomitable Stall #1. Stall #1 is Fat Bob's kingdom and as such I try and avoid it at all costs. If I have to drop trou, I usually cruise on over to another building. Now the big guy spends a healthy percentage of his day in Stall #1 but I just had to hope and pray that it was available.
Glory be it was! I was able to do what needed to be done. All well and good but as I was taking care of business so to speak, there were some noises that one does not normally associate with such activity. It was heard to describe - maybe a wooden Sloop weathering a gale out on Lake Superior would sound like the noises I was hearing. Quite disturbing. Down right alarming in fact. Once the task at hand was done, I investigated a bit and Thar She Blows!!!!!!!!!
Crack-A-Mundo The immovable object of the bowl bolted to the wall has been meeting the irresistible force of Fat Bob's mass pressing down on it and something just had to give. Without the machine shop made support cradle that used to alleviate the strain over in the Island of Misfit Toys, the poor porcelain just never had a chance in the long term. I of course had to record this development for posterity and that is linked up below.
When I got out, I let the Hillbilly know about the situation and he was as stoked as I was. Gott im Himmel there will be catastrophic failure in there as the big fellah sits upon his throne of white. Water jetting out of the wall. Turds floating in the newly formed ocean with Fat Bob struggling for survival in the midst of it.
Just the thought of it brings a tear of hope to ones eye.

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