I'm a scrubber, runner and a breaker too
I live on damper and wallaby stew
I've got a big cattle dog with a staghound cross
And I never saw the scrubber we couldn't toss
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I'm a scrubber, runner and a breaker too
I live on damper and wallaby stew
I've got a big cattle dog with a staghound cross
And I never saw the scrubber we couldn't toss
That's sweet. I don't think of me when I come across them. I just start screaming for the cheese.
Elmer! Porky! The cheese. Nyuk yuk yuk!
Whoever put me together had the mercy to make me about as non fussy as they come.
If I had even a tiny bit of fussiness, I'd have crumbled into tiny bits a long time ago.
I'm flexible within reason. But I hate the accumulation of corruption and filth! The vile malignance of the unclean. I'm not a duck.
I have a son and I wonder. Also, it turns out, certain foods and beverages have volatiles that can find their way into sweat glands. Onions seem to do that for me. So, after a few days, I smell like a cheeseburger with onions on top of a locker full of used gym socks.
How's the descriptions working for you? I'm practicing my creative writing. And multitasking.
I worked for over a decade at a group home.
Most of those years were spent in a home of adult clients who were tube fed and wore diapers.
I have been crapped on by another human being mid air.
There is probably no description you're going to be able to give me that's going to come near the level of 'yuck' I encountered there.
You may be a stronger person than I am.
I worked in a nursing home when I was younger (20/21). But that particular thing never happened to me. Of course, the nurses probably could tell different stories.
I seem fond of telling stories about my mother that would have her spinning in her grave out of the challenge to her dignity.
But I remember riding home with her one afternoon at the end of work. When we both got in the car, she let go and loudly. I exclaimed, " Good grief mom! Can't you do that in the residents rooms like I do?" I didn't, but I could have. She was so embarrassed. Relieved too I would imagine. I miss my mom.
Edit: My mom worked as a nurse and director of education at the facility.
My mom likes telling the story of when I was young, and she leaned over to fart, and I screamed and ran over to push her back upright, in hopes she couldn't fart.
Kind of interesting some of our favorite memories of mom are some of the most human conditions we all have to deal with.
I remember that I didn't think mine were so funny when I was younger and at school. It was a minister's family that taught they were amusing and not the end of the world.
It is funny what we hang on it...
There's a video of a nascar driver being driven around Bathurst on a hot lap, I'll try and find it tonight, it's hilarious.
I want to remember my mother and father as the parents I loved and as people I respected and valued, but also as humans with all our problems. Even the funny ones.
If I win the lottery, you may find a strange American knocking on your door with beer and tickets.
I would have, but they were closed for cleaning.
I understand. They probably wouldn't want to be cited by the sheriff for having unclean facilities.
I take a very dim view of unclean facilities.