Nabeaquam
BoTM Winner
Hurricane Bawbag’s nephew visited us last night. I have a white pine down, my neighbors split wood pile, his kayak and his covered firewood racks are in my yard. Bricks I had piled were blown a few feet. Part of my shop siding is flapping in the breeze. It took heavy equipment and a tree removal company to clear my mile gravel access road. Trees were up rooted and ended out in our access road requiring a dozer to push the stump back into the woods after the trees were cut out. I’m out of booze and beer and I’m bushed. My wife is still removing limbs but she didn’t cut up the white pine or go for a bike ride either. God bless the gentle sex. I’m reduced to drinking a concoction of cooking wine, brandyed fruit drippings and after shave. I want more. Obviously with the experimental cocktails, exhaustion from wood cutting, hauling and bike riding nothing was accomplished on the Vicky today. I have to fix the gap in my shop siding but it’s 5 meters up. Just imagine, guys, trying this $#/] when your pushing 77 years old. Just getting up in the morning is a struggle, let alone dealing with bawbags cousin. If I had more fingers I would tattoo them “so so“ on one hand and “adequate“ on the other. That way when I opened my eyes in the morning I would have a clue how the day is going to be. The after shave is kicking in, gotta sign off, so long for now pards.