This has nothing to do with travel. That shit that looks like shit in the middle of our shower stall, is shit. Shit is what happens when tree roots break and clog our decades old plumbing causing waste water to back up into our homes. I had to clean this shit up.
What can I say? Shit happens. (Or how about: It was a shitty day. Or how about: I had a lot of shit to do that day. Or: That shit sucked...I could do this all day)
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