![]() ![]() ![]() “Hey man, if there’s no pipe or hole or anything I can enter.” he winked suggestively, then shrugged. “So there’s nothing you can do?” I asked. I just shook my head, and snickered half-heartedly. They’re right up there with people who use whilst instead of while, and people who chew with their mouth open. “Maybe you got a corpse or something up there?” he chuckled nervously. I’d gone over every inch of the place, read through all the blueprints, even drilled a hole at the base of the roof. The weird thing was that there weren’t any pipes anywhere near the wall in question. I’m not even sure why I called the plumber in the first place. “The color checks out, and it has roughly the same texture, wouldn’t you say?” “I don’t know, man,” he stroked his chin nonchalantly. He seemed like the kind of guy that would think this sort of stuff was funny. ![]() “You’re kidding right?” I stared at him in disbelief. Hey plumber Steve, we’ve got a real bad case of the old blood dripping down the walls here, mind taking a look? My wife had jokingly referred to it as blood, so that’s the first thing I told the plumber. “Sure as hell looks like blood to me,” he said, staring at the rusty red discharge dripping down the wall. “So what do you make of it?” I asked the plumber. ![]()
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