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Fill Blender 3/4s with Ice. Add 2 large scoops Butter Pecan Ice Cream. Add 6-8oz. 100-proof Southern Comfort.(more/less to taste,40-proof for lightweights or delete for 'Virgin' drink) Add Teaspoon Brown Sugar. Fill Blender with Eggnog. Cover Blender (duh) and whip to consistency of Milk Shake. Pour into tall glass,garnish with minty Candycane hung inside and... ENJOY!
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Zealot
Posted On 10/21/2013 10:44:52
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I've been debating myself whether to relate this incident,as some will undoubtedly find a reason to post nasty comments on it's themes,but I'm gonna toss it out there anyway and let the chips fall where they may; // I witnessed an altercation in Winn Dixie today. 2 Black women,both with school-aged children present,were talking about how 'Obamacare' was going to effect their families. A third woman,a White,'Soccer Mom' type walked up and injected herself into the conversation,very rudely and loudly denouncing the both of them as "Blasphemers". When the Black women laughed her off she came unglued,cursing and lashing out with a physical assault on the woman closest to her while the friend dialed 911 on her Cell. I was among several men who pried them apart,and,thinking the worst was over when the Soccer Mom ceased her struggles,released her. She then pulled a Taser from her purse and lit the woman she assaulted up in front of her kids while re-asserting at the top of her lungs that she was a "Blasphemer" for not supporting the President. // As a life-long Democrat I was sickened by the intolerance and Pseudo-Religious Zeal that bore this nondesript Soccer Mom to public violence. No one should be so invested in ANY political ideology that leads them to start a Holy War.
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..."If you'd just come with me and see the beauty of".... Tuesday Afternoon: Jules locked me inside the loving cage of her arms & legs while Kat wrapped herself in a blanket and skipped over to answer the knock at our door. Hannah DeLena,polar-opposite smooth cutie to her ruffian younger Brother sashayed over to Jules & I and tipped my jaw shut as she bent to issue me a sweet little smooch,"Skip gave everybody the straight story. Victor thumped him for making him look stupid. We've got to do something about him"? "Hey"?,Jules carped,"Can't it wait just a Few fuckin minutes"? "Right"!,Hannah popped-up with a giggle and laid a love-tap on my butt,"Play Ball"! Jules spurred me into motion,re-capuring my lips and full attention. // Hannah rolled us over as one and raised high in the saddle of me with eyes twinkling of Diamonds encased in Brown Ice. Purring,"Gettin rid of this",she came off me,peeled the condom away and tucked me back inside her overheated sex with a leisurely sigh,"Shooooh,yeahhhhh...Now that's bona-fide-fine". Pinning my shoulders to the mattress as she put her pelvis on an eccentric orbit and hovered over me wearing the face of a wayward Angel,"Skin-on-skin...That's how I say,'I love you'". I hauled her down for a soul kiss and absorbed her heady pants as we danced along flirting with the currents that were bidding us return to the falls with heightened clarity. It was a gentle tumble,none to lead and none to follow as we lingered long in mutual release while a second wave heaped upon the back of the first and swept us into an uber-emotional eddy that melded us as one...... (Currently Listening To : Kraftwerk : Autobahn)
Tags: Incredastory Mature
..."M-I-C-K-E-Y...M-O-U-S-E".... Once upon a time we had considered it our Magic Kingdom,close enough to reach in a little over 2 hours drive,yet worlds away from the Whiskey Rock'n'Roll Brawlers that ruled Oak Harbor and the adjacent 'Off-Base' Navy Housing Complex from their high 4-Wheel-Drive Thrones. Jules,Kat and I got along much better with the 'On-Base' crowd due to our participation in Mixed-League Softball,Junior Bowling League,Teen Club Dances,Surfing and/or hanging-out at 'The Poles' and much more that did not pass for Cool with the shitkickers. It's not a great overstatement to say that we were Pariah in our own Neighborhood simply because we were able to make friends outside of it. I could not escape the shitkicker's inside my own house because my younger,but larger Brother Mike was a notable among them as a He-Man on the Varsity Wrestlng Team and owner of a bad-ass '69 Mach-1 Mustang that could smoke a thousand feet of Rubber on a good day. Only once did he stand-up for me,and that was when he caught Bobby Bauzon in my room dumping a tube of Glue over a Model Airplane it had taken me 2 weeks to build,and made him go out and buy me a new one. While on bad-guys,I reckon it's time to fill y'all in on Victor DeLena. Always at least an empty head & a half taller than I was since first-met in 5th Grade,the Ogre made me his personal punching-bag until I gave-in and did his homework,then walloped me twice as hard when I began slipping phrases like; "Victor didn't write this report. Go ahead,ask him who Napoleon is? He'll tell you it's his favorite flavor of Ice Cream",or my masterpiece launched in Ms.Waugh's 8th Grade Civics Class,"Bitch,if you don't give me an A I'm gonna slash your tires",that earned him 10 days Suspension from Junior-High and me a fractured rib. The fact that Crystal chose him as the weapon of her vengeance spoke eloquently of an Evil Nature I was glad to be free of. // ('Thwack',"You're drifting. Get back on Course"! "I'm getting there,Cap'n"!) // Jules and Kat were on a mission to make-me-over,and the frisky Minxes first move came with the very rude awakening of having my Left ear pierced,"YEOW"!,and then my neck and palm when I instinctively reached for the pain and drove the needle into both,"OW-FUCK!...VAMPIRE WENCHES"! Phase II began a short while after they'd cleaned me up and calmed me down,each lending a hand to raise my ardor while adorning my body with ther first of many Mickey Mouse-shaped Hickeys..... (Currently Listening To : Sweet : Desolation Boulevard)
Tags: Incredastory
..."Wish upon,wish upon,day upon day,I believe,oh Lord,I believe all the waaaaaaaay"!.... Flaming youth,unfettered,unassuming and unafraid inspired us to an impulsively twisted degree we'd never attained before. Kat was the first to feel it's lusty effects when she plafully stuffed my face into her muffin and commanded,"Clean up that fuckin mess ya made"! 'schluuUUuurp'! "Holyyy"?,Jules gasped,"He's fuckin doin it"!? "Whooooh-yeah!...And is he EVER douchin-me-out"!?,Kat wailed and hunched into my face with trembling hands clamping me firmy to her gushing sex as she hastened over the falls,"fu-Fu-FU-FUCKIN CANNIBAL"! I continued to consume the thinning mix of our combined juices until Kat snatched me up by a shock of hair and growled,"You taught Crystal how to squirt,din'cha"? "Yup...To bad I couldn't teach her how to be human". She combed my hair back into place with tenderly stroking fingers,"Crys was in love with your dick,not You". "No doubt about it,Loverboy",Jules chimed-in,"Crys didn't stop with Victor. She's been going from bedroom to backseat as fast as she can pick'em up and put'em down looking for a new Prince Charming that fits her slipper and she ain't having no kinda luck". "Nope...None-At-All"!,Kat picked it up again with a bawdy snicker,"It may suck to hear it this way,but all those 'One-and-Done's are making you look Real Good for hangin in there as long as you did"! "You're right. It sucks to hear it that way. I created a monster". 'THWACK'!,Jules laid a stinger on my ass,"You didn't create it,you just fed it too much"!..... (Currently Listening To : Elton John : Rock Of The Westies)
Tags: Incredastory Mature
..."I get by with a little help from my friends".... Ma laid the law down,"When you live in My house,you live by My Rules". "Deal",I promptly concurred,hefted my pack and strolled out the kitchen door. "Come back here"!,she commanded. "No thanks. I've already made that mistake once today...I'll be back for my stuff as soon as I find a place to put it". Barely 2 paces into the search I was re-directed by the honk of Kat's horn from the corner as she waved me over,"'BOUT FUCKIN TIME"! I jogged to her Kharman Ghia Station Wagon,tossed my pack in the back and slid-in at shotgun,"Get me out'a here before this shit gets any deeper". "That's the plan",she leaned over and kissed my cheek before hauling my face around for a stare-down,"Crystal made you beg for it...You're gonna be begging me and Jules to stop". "Let's go score some herb and Road-Trip it to see Mickey Mouse". She sprouted a huge grin while turning the key,"We're not gonna wait that long". // Sheet thrown over us so as not to leave a trail of accidents down I-95 & I-4,they traded-off driving duties with the backseat duty of driving me crazy until we came up for air just short of Disney parking lot's toll plaza. I squeezed over Jules' shoulder to inquire,"Are there any rooms available at the Polynesian"? She checked by phone,replied in the affirmative and issued us a pass-code for the Poly's private parking lot. At check-in I opted for the room with the best view,directly across from the Magic Kingdom,1st floor,lakeside in the Samoa Longhouse and whipped-out my seldom used American Express Card to open a running tab with the Resort's Bars,Restaurants,Luau & Room Service for the duration of our week-long stay. I had one change of clothes and no shorts,and the girls had been expecting a day-trip and brought nothing,so we swung by the shops and set ourselves up with the basics of a vacation wardrobe before taking the scenic route past the pool to pick up a round of fruity & potent blender drinks on our way to Samoa..... (Currently Listening To : 22 Brides : Beaker)
Tags: Incredastory
..."What do you do when your roots have dissolved and broken-down"?.... Chief Waters & Chuck had robbed the Ocean State Bank. The Bills were marked with Ultra-Violet dye and I was wearing plenty of it from the beer run. The Cops weren't able to confirm my Alibi and clear me as a suspect until Monday morning. My Pappy collected me from the Duval County Jail and gave me a ride home. The landlord and his Sons were already moving my goods into a truck,and the smirking Bastard promptly called the Cops to remove us from the property rather than listen to my side of the issue. The Law was on his side,but not so Officer Bass,who knew me and the story very well and realized that he was engaged in legalized theft through the small print on our Rental Agreement. The Landlord made the mistake of cussing Bass for taking my side during the heated debate,and was forced to accept the compromise of allowing me to recoup all I could carry in a single pass through the house to avoid his own arrest. I stuffed a backpack with my work-clothes and as much as I could strap to it,slung the Cherry like a rifle,tucked the strongbox containing my important papers under my right arm,bid a sad goodbye to everything else I owned and picked up the 10-speed as I left the Carport. // I don't know why he had waited until now,but after we were rolling away in his pick-up Pappy unleashed a blood-curdling tale of the scene at the Alhambra when I didn't show; Mrs.B. & Crystal had gotten stinking drunk during the interminable wait and her Mother filled her head with a wildly fictional tale concerning my 'Final Fling' with Julie F. & Kathy H.,long-time frisky companions caught in many a game of 'Doctor' around our swimming pools in younger days. While loudly espousing 'Grudge Fucking' as her favorite form of revenge,Mrs.B. lost her Fourth Husband and earned a vicious bitch-slapping from my Ma. The latter point relayed much more concerning the situation than words alone,as violence was not in my Ma's peace-loving nature. The only harsh words I'd ever heard coming from her before this incident were aimed towards me when she opposed my leaving the Old Homestead at 17. // I had Pappy drop me off at the corner so I could bike into Navy Housing with hopes of salvaging our relationship,but those were dashed when Crystal's Brother,Skip met me at the door with a hard-eyed stare,"It's over,Bud. Crys don't wanna see you no more". "Tell her I got caught-up in some bullshit...It's not my fault"? Skip gave me the bum's rush to the front of the garage,then turned me loose and dropped into a throaty whisper,"Lissen,man,it really sucks to be the one to tell you,but Crys went out and fucked Victor DeLena". "noooooo"? "'Fraid so,Dude,but that might not be the worst of it...Everybody in Oak Harbor knows by now"..... (Currently Listening To : Manfred Mann's Earth Band : Somewhere In Afrika)
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..."We are Jigsaw pieces aligned on the perimeter edge,interlocked through a missing piece. We are Renaissance children becalmed beneath the bridge of sighs,forever throwing firebrands at the stonework".... Atlantic Beach,Florida - Saturday,16 June,1979: It is my Girlfriend Crystal's 18th Birthday. My 20th is less than 3 weeks into the future. I've just made the final payment on our set of Engagement/Wedding Rings. Step-by-step I've erased every one of her Mother's objections to the marriage we've been anticipating for more than a year while Crystal finished High School. I've invited Both of our Families to the Alhambra Dinner Theater to witness me popping the qestion at the only 5-Star Restaurant in Jacksonville not connected to a Hotel. I am the Kitchen Manager of one-such at the Sheraton Hotel,South Jacksonville Beach,and I earn a tidy $1,600 monthly Salary. My primary means of transportation is a lightweight Schwinn Le`Tour 10-Speed Bike. My other wheels are on boards,a Custom 47inch wooden Sidewalk Surfer and a 32inch G&S Fiberflex for carving Bowls at Kona Skateboard Park. My prized possession is a rare Fender Outboard Reverb Unit,closely allied to the Gibson/Les Paul Cherry Sunburst Guitar I had played as 'Ace Frehley' in a KIZZ Tribute Band. These things,as well as all the things that go to make up a life are contained in a 3 bedroom,2 1/2 bath rental home in the neighborhood of Royal Palms. My roomies,Phil P. & Goolie have moved out to clear the way for Crystal to move in. We were having a toke in the backyard,planning a Bachelor Party when one pretty-much spontaneously combusted with the arrival of Goolie's Sister,a vanload of her friends and the carload of horny-toads that followed them over from the Navy Family Housing Complex. Doug Waters,Chief Petty Officer and Step-Father to Chuck Summersill sponsored a run to the Liquor Store for 'Booty-Shaking Fuel'. About a half-hour after we returned I answered the knock at the door and found myself staring down the barrel of a very large pistol studiously obeying the whispered command to,"Freeze"! while the SWAT Team rushed past me..... (Currently Listening To : AC/DC : Powerage)
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