We Got Flange!

After twenty years I finally got tired of the evil ways of the basement crapper and took it down.

The swine who installed (or possibly reinstalled) it had chiseled off the old flange and set the wax ring on naked concrete. The effluent almost always went down the soil pipe, but in high summer (especially when the attic fan was on) there would be a vague and taunting memory of barnyards past.

Not exactly the von of lime-flower tea.

Anyway, I installed a nifty PVC replacement flange with expanding seal and used a horrific and highly effective two-part water-resistant putty (it smells like a burning chemical factory for the half-hour it takes to cure) to try to level the floor. Of the old hi-flo Borg/Warner, I threw away everything that wasn't porcelain, scrubbed the remains with a brass brush and when it was all back together, well, if I'd have been able to find a freebie mp3 host you'd hear what's-his-name from Full Metal Jacket exclaiming that some sainted figure would be proud to use it.