F is for Fuzzy Navel

Thanks to several formative experiences in the 1980s arising from a dangerous mixture of youthful overexuberance, youthful naivete, and youthful overindulgence, I can no longer even smell peach schnapps without wanting to throw up. So I don't drink Fuzzy Navels anymore.

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  1. Larry KollarApr 7, 2015, 11:14:00 AM

    LOL, short and to the POINT!

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  2. Chuck AllenApr 8, 2015, 12:23:00 AM

    It sounds like you wrapped up a lot of various stories in those few lines. I can only imagine the escapades. :)

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    1. Tony NolandApr 23, 2015, 9:08:00 AM

      And almost all of those stories are too embarrassing to ever see the light of day!

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  3. AnonymousApr 8, 2015, 6:27:00 PM

    I've never had a fuzzy navel. I'm not too big on fake peach flavor, so that's held me off of the drink.

    ~Patricia Lynne aka Patricia Josephine~
    Member of C. Lee's Muffin Commando Squad
    Story Dam
    Patricia Lynne, Indie Author

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    1. Tony NolandApr 23, 2015, 9:09:00 AM

      The flavor is what it is. Like fake banana flavoring in banana daquiris, you know? Or fake cherry flavoring in cherry candies. Some like it, some don't. I don't judge. ;-)

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