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

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

  2. 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

    1. 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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