Thursday, January 01, 2026

Bullying myself.

I hate having to do a big load of laundry around this time of year. Specifically I hate having to dry it.

Throw two to four pairs of jeans, four or five long-sleeved shirts, and a couple pairs of long johns in the dryer and...

Well, there was a type of prank when I was a kid, see? Actually, let's not call it a prank, but rather what it was: bullying. Anyway, it would occur any time you were at the lake or the swimmin' hole or the pool and the victim of the bullying left their street clothes unattended. The perpetrators would grab said clothes, get them good and soaked, and tie them in a bundle of knots. This practice was known, for reasons lost to time, as "chaw raw beef-ing" the clothes.

...Anyway throw all those clothes in the dryer and they manage to chaw raw beef themselves. Go to empty it and tug at a pair of jeans and watch as it drags a ball of shirts and socks and unmentionables, around which the trouser legs have become entwined, out of the dryer and tries to deposit them on the floor.

It's a parade of frustrations.

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