Scrubbie's last post.
Morning kids! Scrubbie here at the keyboard and there is much to say.
First a quick wrap up of the past few days.
1. Scrubbie in the big city. Scrub loaded up the go-kart with Hurricane Rona and a cuppa Timmies coffee and we took off to the big city - Toronto. See, Hurricane - she gots a couple'a punk kids that live with their pappy in another province - Quebec. Yep - they be bilingual. French and English. They can swear at Scrub and Scrub just giggles 'cause he thinks they are tellin' jokes. So - the little beasties came in by train to Union Station in TO yesterday and Scrub and Hurricane went to fetch the darlin's. Unveventful trip. Surprisingly. Although - whilst cruising along one of the Great White's major go-kart speedways on the way to Toronto, a black-and-white Ontario Provincial Police car came speeding by us at break-neck speed. Pretty lights flashing - the whole bit. Got me thinking - I'd like to get behind the wheel of one of those fancy schmancy go-karts one day - bein' all tricked out as a Police Interceptor model and all, pretty lights, wailing sirens - and just give'rr. OOOOOO - that'd be fun. Scrub is way too much of a pansy-arsed wimp to take on bad guys though. Koodo's to the OPP's for doin that. But, I'm pretty sure I could pass the "OK, now go REALLY fast in the car" test.
2. Cookin for the fam. As ya'll know, the wife's birthday was last weekend. Well, this weekend, Scrub's hostin' all the out-laws at the igloo here to do a little celebratin' of the occasion. So - I got the hot-box fired up. Went out and got me some local wildlife and am gettin' busy. There'll be pics. Promise.
Ok - that's it for the update. Now, on to the main topic.
You might have noticed Scrubbie made a reference to "the last post". Grab yer hankies kids. Wipe away the tears. Continue to read. It's not that bad.
I have enjoyed my run here over the past while. It was my goal to take over the world, one follower at a time. One blog at a time. And I've enjoyed it. Honest.
But, there comes a time in every man's life when... he has to do things he doesn't want to do.
Today is one of those days.
I couldn't sleep last night. Just thinking about it. Got up outa my sleeping bag twice as a matter of fact. Exited the igloo and looked up at the night sky just to get my bearings. Then, this morning - up before the dawn to make preparations.
Scrub's gotta go kids. He's gotta. And, sadly, there is a good chance he wont be comin' back.
Kissed the kid (blech - 12 yr old sweaty boy smell). Kissed the wife (yum - Scrubette smell). Patted the lunatic dog on the head (blech - fuzzy dog breath smell).
Packed up my things. And, I am shipping out.
It's a dangerous world out there. Scrub knows the risks. There's fighting. There's misunderstanding. The constant struggle just to acquire basic human needs like food and water can bring folks to the brink.
But... I have a penis. And I must answer the call.
Huh? Oh frack no - not goin to war. Just gotta go to the local trading post to pick up brussel sprouts for dinner and ya'll know what that's like on a holiday weekend.