The next three hours were amusingly spent kneeling in icy water trying to stem the flow as my mother made tasteless jokes about handymen and my father had conversations that ended with 'When we said 24 Hour Plumbing, we really really were lying.'
I was still distinctly inebriated, so I do not blame myself for shrieking 'may the floods come upon you all!' nor in fact, for performing a touching rendition of 'It's Raining Men' with the wrench in hand. My parents did blame me, and I feel this was ignoble.
Read the whole entry here, for lo, it bringeth the laughter upon thee.