Episode 0075 – Watershed

November 21, 2007 · Filed Under Podcast

The disaster begins; emergency numbers should be correct; modern science = FAIL; crappy plumbers; copper pipe is actually made of gold; Sam makes an error; Kim goes primitive; the guy next door; all’s well, sort of. Call us – 214.431.5051!

00:00 That theme music, it is so catchy.
00:15 Welcome to the show!
00:30 The disaster begins.
01:15 A puddle. This doesn’t bode well.
02:00 Here’s why you want the water main to break.
03:10 Emergency numbers, by definition, should be correct on your website in the event of an emergency.
04:00 The problem presents itself.
04:30 Kim pisses on Sam’s ego. Then laughs.
06:00 Sam prepares to choose unwisely.
07:00 Modern science fails Sam.
08:00 The anger sets in.
09:00 Please tell Kim she’s wrong.
10:00 Crappy corporate plumbing company is called.
11:10 Crappy corporate plumber freaks out over the pex pipe.
12:25 Alternatives are presented.
13:55 This is far too much money to fix this small problem. Begone!
14:30 Sam chooses unwisely. Again.
15:00 The Lowes guy shows us that he’s not so smart.
15:55 We were stupid – another trip is needed.
16:30 Nature kicks Sam in the groin again.
17:30 Kim’s plan.
18:15 Fight #2 erupts.
18:40 The things show they aren’t as smart as we had hoped.
19:40 Kim is fine with going primitive.
20:25 This would have been a perfectly fine alternative. But no.
22:00 Kim cheats on Sam with the guy next door.
23:00 The real plumber shows up.
24:00 Sam apologies to Kim.
25:00 Kim plans Sam’s death. Sam talks to the ladies in the audience.
27:05 Kim calls Sam stupid.
29:20 When Kim yells, it is a sound humans should never have to hear.
30:00 All’s well that ends well. More or less.
30:30 Thanks for listening, you guys rock.
31:30 Kim believes anythign she sees on television.
32:10 Seeya, kids!

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One Response to “Episode 0075 – Watershed”

Mike on November 26th, 2007 5:53 pm

A-freakin-men Sam. Amen. I don’t give a crap if I have to fix a WooglieBoogliewasit valve and I don’t even know what the hell it is, how it is broken, what it does, or even where the hell in my house it is. As soon as the women folk starting sticking their freakin nose in how to fix something or what I should do then my penis just shrivels up and falls off. Nothing emasculates a man like having some nosy broad stick their nose in my DNA programmed God given right to swear, bang a few tools, before I figure out I need a professional to fix it. I KNOW I’m only going to fuck it up worse than it was but just shut the hell up and let me do it. It’ll get fixed after I hurt myself twice, curse God, then finally call someone else to unfuck what I fucked up. In the meantime stay out of my way. Instead of telling me what I should do or should have done or how you were right all along then how about tell me how well I diagnosed the problem and I got it fixed. Do that and you just might get lucky.

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