Water, water every where, nor any drop to drink

[MacMillan of Rathdown]

When I was about five years old I watched with fascination as my slightly older cousin flushed his father's/my uncle's signet ring down the toilet. One beating later, along with ten yards of pipe ripped out of the lawn, the ring was recovered.

Several decades later, while still living in Ireland I was witness to the aftermath of a toilet falling through the floor and crashing into the room below at Clondafoy Castle. The cause of the disaster was dry rot, and the weight of the commode finally causing the floor to give way beneath it. Fortunately no one was hurt (although I secretly think death or a sever injury would have been hilarious) as we were all outside sipping Pimms at the time. It wasn't until the next morning that the damage was discovered.

[WeaselMender]

When I was about five years old I watched with fascination as my slightly older cousin flushed his father's/my uncle's signet ring down the toilet. One beating later, along with ten yards of pipe ripped out of the lawn, the ring was recovered.

Several decades later, while still living in Ireland I was witness to the aftermath of a toilet falling through the floor and crashing into the room below at Clondafoy Castle. The cause of the disaster was dry rot, and the weight of the commode finally causing the floor to give way beneath it. Fortunately no one was hurt (although I secretly think death or a sever injury would have been hilarious) as we were all outside sipping Pimms at the time. It wasn't until the next morning that the damage was discovered.

MoR,
My mother had a cat that I hated (it returned the sentiment) at about the same age as you were during the "ring incident" I attempted to hasten its demise by flushing it down the dunny. It was a dismal failure, first the cat punished me with all four feet and its teeth them my mother lit my pan*ts afire. My love for that cat WAS NOT increased by the results

Weasel :ootd:

[piperdbh]

My grandmother once knew a girl who dropped her class ring down the pot and reached in to retrieve it. She (the girl) got her arm stuck, and, as it was in her college dorm, her friends had to call the maintenance man to help. He removed the throne from its moorings and carried it outside, with the girl's arm still inside, and proceded to break it off of her. I imagine that sort of spectacle drew quite a crowd. It would have at my college.