So you couldn't be bothered to put them in a bag and stick them in a bin.... FFS, you give parents a bad name
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I'm interested to know what it was about these presumably barely-identifiable pair of under-crackers that gave you the confidence to declare them "clearly not mine"?
Men who deal with this kind of stuff seem entirely unaware of how profoundly uninterested anyone else is about the mechanics of plumbing. A fella came round yesterday and insisted on taking me into the basement to point out all of the various pipes and which flats they belong to.
Still, at least he didn't rape me.
I remember having to cut one of the kids out of their baby grow, in the bath, after their shíte started coming out of the collar of the grow... :puke:
Not once did I think about flushing the totally besmirched garment down the toilet.
M, you are a wrong 'un.
But we already knew that.
Your boiler, a gas fired heating device, has no connection whatsoever with your waste water removal pipes. Surely even a whining filthy workshy money lending heebie soft-hand like yourself can comprehend this. You have fallen for a spurious correlation.
Flushing knickers down the bog will almost always end in serious problems. The cotton, unlike tissue paper, does not dissolve and will almost certainly block your drain, partially at first, then fully as the rest of your waste material attaches itself to the knickers.
The correlation you may have noticed between the plumber's visit and your wife's fanny size increasing markedly is far from spurious and is a direct cause and effect phenomenon.