Fayner Posts: Spent the afternoon with Travis Nestor and Charlie Laine. We smoked like seven joints.
On the drive back to my place from Charlie’s, Travis passed this glorious story on to me.
At a recent Zero Tolerance shoot, Travis was approached by the house owner and brought to the bathroom.
“It’s pretty bad,” the guy said, pointing towards the toilet. Travis said it was foaming from the sides.
“Let me take a look,” Travis said. Being a veteran of the business, Travis was confident he could fix the problem. Plus, it was only a chick, right? How bad could it have been?
Quite bad. So bad in fact Travis almost got sick. It was everywhere. It was worse than a weeklong Tijuana fish taco diet shit.
The fear of her unleashing a similar storm upon him keeps Travis from revealing the chick’s name.
Later, the plummer Travis was forced to call showed up. Travis said he looked thrilled to only be dealing with a clogged toilet.
“I can just imagine what he must have gone through after it was festering in the toilet for four hours. All I saw was him gagging. Can you believe that? A fucking plummer gagging?!!”
The plummer did his job, charged more than he had to and left.