Originally posted by gadzooks
Holy fuck… Good call.
It was still flowing… I figured there would be some kind of auto-shut-off mechanism…
I guess that valve IS the shut-off mechanism.
Removing the tank top and pulling up on the float or properly seating the flapper so that the tank would fill and actuate the float valve may have also been the quickest, easiest fix. The shut off behind the toilet is more difficult.
People should learn about their home's mechanical operations.
I firmly believe that there should be a required class in high school along the lines of "Things Everyone Should Know" that would include where to find and how to shut off your water/gas/electricity in an emergency, basic plumbing and electrical, basic home maintenance with replacing of HVAC enhancements, cleaning condenser coils and condensate drains, basic retirement planning, budgeting and normal household expenses, checking accounts and how to balance a check book (hey, I found a $50 mistake in the bank's favor once), etc.
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Originally posted by Technologist
What a motherfucking liar your friend is. I could understand if he was 18 and she was 16 or 17, then I’d feel bad for him.
Fonaplats, You seriously believe that? He fucking drugged her. He’s lucky her parents didn’t put a bullet in his head. I hope he’s depressed for life, and rots in hell.
Quit holding back, Techie, and tell us how you really feel.
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I remember, quite a few years back, when Randy Jackson was everywhere with his "dawg" act when I was at a bar and some clown said something to me ending in "dawg" whereby I replied that I wasn't his "dawg", but that I'd make him my "bitch" if he called me that again.
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Today, I'm thinking of my friend, Wayne Culbertson. He got drafted back in the Viet Nam era but, probably because the Army knew that he wasn't really fit to be a soldier, was sent to S. Korea. He was a gentle soul, a mostly chord and slide guitar player that I met and became close friends with through my drummer buddy. They played in a band together all through high school.
When he returned from the service, he was a changed person. I got him a job at the gas station where I was working at the time. I took his shift for him one weekend when a group took a trip to the lake. He told them he didn't feel good and had them drop him off in some town telling them he was going to catch a bus back to St. Louis. Instead, he threw himself in front of a cement truck. While he didn't die, he became a quadriplegic and restricted to a wheelchair for the rest of his life. I remember visiting him at the VA hospital where they had him in a bed made of strapping on both the top and bottom with the bed able to be pivoted to prevent bed sores. A "rotisserie" bed.
He eventually went to work for the government working on computers with the very limited arm movement he had. I remember playing games on his old floppy disc computer. I even lived with him for a while when my first marriage dissolved. I got remarried and had three children within 3 years. I was very involved in my own life and didn't see much of him. He did call me on the phone one evening and I probably was too involved in my own life to hear his message. Looking back, I now see he was calling me to say goodbye. The next day he was found dead, having used his belt to hang himself from his wheelchair. That was a quarter century ago.
Rest in peace from your final resting place on the hillside of Jefferson Barracks Memorial cemetery, my friend. You are still missed.
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Mattchew, here's a link to the internet WSIE (The Sound) from the Southern Illinois Edwardsville University campus that plays a lot of jazz, blues, etc. I listen to it a lot. It's 88.7 on the FM radio dial.
Quote: Originally posted by RisiR † I understand that you are a small minded mental midget with the horizon of a pebble but this nigga Ris right here is a globetrotter.
I might not be from Harlem but better believe that I will Eurostep into a plane and slam dunk this tomahawk right into Candy's rim.
Hell yeah, basketball references…
As for Candy, I can tell you that she has to keep thirsty niggas away from herself with a stick. 12 million aren't a match for me, either. My folks already got rid of 6 million undesireables so I can step it up a notch for her and holocaust the entire state of Illinois if I have to just to make room for our love.
Faggot.
Quote: Originally posted by RisiR † Not at all.
Candy is awesome. She is a productive member of society and she's fun to hang out with.
I'm also at an age where I don't really give a fuck about my friends anymore. I'm not trying to fit in with any kind of group or care how anyone views me.
I know who I am and I'm cool with it. You don't like it? That's cool, too.
Thank you all for caring so much.
It disturbs me that Tara doesn't find these statements disturbing.
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