Anyway, here, from 15 Minute Lunch, is a post about bad plumbing, a long drain pipe with no drop, and what happens when you do your own plumbing. Here's a teaser:
Chuck was holding onto the other end, trying to make sure the gunk that came out was evenly dispersed across the lawn, so his grandfather wouldn't notice it. I couldn't help but laugh when the pipe started disgorging its disgusting contents. At first it came out like a four-foot-long sausage made of cottage-cheese, and then it sputtered and started vomiting chunks of what looked like hammered up bars of ivory soap onto the lawn. Yeah, that won't be noticeable, I thought. You could see it from space. Chuck was making that "urk, urk" sound again, because even though we were outside, the stench was fearsome. Pretty soon we were both laughing our asses off even as our eyes watered, wondering how the hell it had come to this.
If you haven't been reading his work, I hope you have some spare time this weekend to poke through his archives.