Colonel Mustard with a Lead Pipe in the Ball Room.... or a bunch of nails!

We have had problems with our plumbing since last summer. 

Most urgently, our kitchen sink plugging up suddenly with toilet sewage. Toilet paper floating among an afterthought of lazy dish washing from the night before.  

RULES:
Upstairs, do not flush, do not shower, do not brush your teeth.  Go to second floor.  Poop there, but you can pee upstairs.   Do not use mom and dad's shower or toilet, sink OK.  Kid's toilet, shower and toilet good, no sink.  

Kitchen sink bubbles up shit.  Dining room floods from the hole now forming in the ceiling.   Stained yellow. Plumbers, all expert, all stupid.  Fucking crooks.  Just need flushing.  $400.00 

A few abandon the estimate.   Some do not return phone calls.

2 months later, do not poop upstairs, no kitchen.  One shower.  Four people.  Kill.  Paper plates, towels soaked and destroyed.  Elbow joints, tee joints, flanges, silicon, Liquid sauce, grains, snakes, and trains. 

Ceiling removal.  Fucking popcorn fucking ceiling.  No!  $389.  $275.  This and that.  Cameras. $800.00

Nails!  Just like the ones that flatten our tires.  Nails!  Instead of strapping the plumbing pipes into place, they were screwed in, or nailed into place.  Lazy construction.  Poor workmanship.  Uncaring.  Bullshit we now have to contend  with.   Live with.

Toilet paper snowballs onto the nails, like hooks, building and building a pyramid of clog.  Shit.  Backed up sinks, toilets.  Bank accounts.  Buyer Beware!