Three years ago I spoiled the twist in "The Sixth Sense" for my sister's book club and they still bring it up at Thanksgiving. Honestly, that host overreacted big time, getting thrown out over a movie chat is rough. Hope you get invited back once they finish it, that's a brutal way to learn who your real friends are.

Oh man, three inches? That's a nightmare. I bet you could've chiseled a whole sculpture out of that mess if you had the patience. Once that gunk gets baked on over decades, it's like concrete mixed with roofing tar. The scary part is thinking how many times the previous owners just let it smoke back into the room like that, probably thinking it was normal. You're lucky it didn't catch fire with that much creosote packed in there. A clean flue really is the difference between a stove that fights you and one that just works right.