September 23, 2021 by sandwichcontrol
From Brandtsexual Brandtsylvania.
The word of the day is: Scour.
|[ skouuhr, skou-er ]|
verb (used with object)
to remove dirt, grease, etc., from or to cleanse or polish by hard rubbing, as with a rough or abrasive material:
to scour pots and pans.
to remove (dirt, grease, etc.) from something by hard rubbing:
to scour grease from pots and pans.
verb (used without object)
to rub a surface in order to cleanse or polish it.
to remove dirt, grease, etc.
the act of scouring.
the place scoured.
Yesterday the forestry mulching guys showed up unannounced.
Earning them a surprise attack round.
One of their casters cast Alter Terrain and the other cast Hallucinatory Terrain.
Forestry Mulchers: 1.5
We’ve all rolled for initiative.
So we will see what today brings.
I’m guessing it’s going to rain sometime soon.
Because the front hill is primed and ready for a mudslide that will completely fuck up our street.
This has been a very long week already.
And it’s not showing any signs of slowing down.
Like I couldn’t remember what year it was a few days ago tired.
Like my “slow” day this week I only walked/ran 8.7 miles.
And that was the day I ran a lot at Aldis the Goldenboy’s futbol practice.
The scary part of all that is that today is my busy day.
And I already have a list as big as my weiner.
(Three inches long and five inches in diameter.)
And it’s autumn now.
Which means absolutely nothing in the inevitable heat-death of the sun kind of way.
I will say that the weather the past couple of days is way more my speed.
More than the you-could-possibly-die-if-you-stay-outside-too-long-even-though-you-aren’t-doing-anything-except-sit-in-a-chair weather it has been the past three months.
I need more coffee if I am going to make it through this shitshow.
See ya’ tomorrow.
More soon. ~SC
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