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Who The Hell Ever Heard Of A Sand Etched Toilet? this phenomenon happens as often as lightning striking barbed wire fence, right? house barely six months old. toilets sporting circular crud ring which wonít budge; damned if you donít & double if you do, Ďcause snow-bol whitens natural peach porcelain but doesnít faze damn ring. clorox ditto. hard water & rust area. enough calcium deposits to build three skeletons. commercial cleaner smells like muriatic acid; waters eyes, burns nostrils, stabs wheezing lungs. two days, the creeping crud returns with a vengeance. toilet brush gone bald like man losing hair. last house on block. end of water line. south neighbors are snow birds, only visit two November weeks. water dept. says they will clean out the sand trap. itís packed, is backing-up to clog shower heads. city official denies accusation. next day, three city trucks parked outside; men walk back & forth stare at foamy ditch which never goes dry. pick decayed teeth as they tell raunchy jokes. later, they drive away like robin hoods, head for dunkiní donut java. toilet has been etch- webbed for life; the ring worn more tenacious than any secured on quivering left finger.
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