My morning.

My trouble this morning went like this, and i apologize if anyone is disgusted by the story; I got sick to my stomach and tragically the toilet, the only toilet in the house fyi, suffered the consequences. It became unusable in short. I looked for a plunger and realized we didn't have one. I tried any number of half thought ideas, all failed. Dad woke up and after a few sips of coffee i informed him of my crime. I went out to the garage in the hope of finding a plunger, again failure. I came back in to find the toilet fixed. "How'd that happen?" I exclaimed. Dad's response; "Its not my first rodeo." He than went to work, still a little sick from a cold he's been dealing with. Yes my dad is a badass.