The Shit Experience

It's Friday afternoon. I smell mothballs. I think it's me and spray on some good old Un Jardin en Mediterranee. 15 minutes later I still smell mothballs, but the scent is stronger. Soon, I notice a large quantity of brown water is creeping from the entryway toward my bed. WTF. Throwing open the apartment door, I'm greeted by a rushing torrent of water complete with pieces of shit. The source of the flooding, flowing from what appears to be a shit volcano at the end of the hallway, is an busted sewer pipe. Fabulous.