05/12/2026
“So God Created a Turd Pumper”
And on the 8th day…
God looked down on His planned paradise and said,
“Folks are gonna eat chili dogs at county fairs, install garbage disposals they shouldn’t, and flush things that absolutely ain’t flushable…”
So God created a turd pumper.
God said,
“I need somebody willing to get outta bed at 2:13 in the morning because somebody’s basement toilet is bubbling like a Yellowstone geyser.”
So God created a turd pumper.
I need somebody tough enough to wrestle frozen hoses in January…
Yet gentle enough to explain to a homeowner why six pounds of “flushable” wipes turned their septic tank into concrete soup.
So God created a turd pumper.
God said,
“I need somebody who can back a 3-axle vacuum truck down a muddy driveway… in reverse…
between a propane tank, a swing set, and a woman screaming ‘DON’T HIT MY PETUNIAS!’”
So God created a turd pumper.
Somebody who can eat a gas station cheeseburger at noon…
Then open a septic lid at 12:15 and somehow keep that cheeseburger where it belongs.
So God created a turd pumper.
I need somebody who understands pumps, plumbing, soil types, hydraulics, and diesel engines…
But can still explain a baffle filter using only hand gestures and the phrase:
“Welp… there’s your problem.”
So God created a turd pumper.
God said,
“I need a man who’ll work 14 hours in July heat…
Smelling things the human nose was never designed to smell…
Then come home and somehow still eat supper.”
So God created a turd pumper.
I need somebody who knows the exact sound a full tank makes…
Who can diagnose trouble by the color of water in a ditch…
And who ain’t afraid to stick a shovel where nobody else would even stick a boot.
So God created a turd pumper.
And God said,
“When civilization forgets how important sanitation is…
When everybody wants clean bathrooms but nobody wants the job…
I need a few men willing to do work that matters more than anybody admits.”
So God created a turd pumper.
Because when the pipes back up…
And the toilet won’t flush…
And panic spreads through the household faster than Taco Tuesday regret…
There’s one man rolling down the road in a shiny vacuum truck…
Monster in one hand.
Rubber gloves in the other.
Smelling faintly of diesel fuel and poor decisions.
And that…
is a turd pumper.
Good day.