David Connolly
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Might as well go ahead and shave your legs. Then you'll BE a smoothie! 
Survey. Do REAL men drink smoothies?
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You failed mention if these smoothies have little umbrellas..........
Charlie S and Titan
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I thought a smoothie was a style of decoy from delaware or something?
Lee Harker
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Little umbrellas...I have a funny Bezubic story about those...
Lee
Well then let's have it. No need in keeping those funny stories to yourself.
Well then let's have it. No need in keeping those funny stories to yourself.
Mike
Please tell this old fart what a smoothie is. I do have a real question however. When in Alaska a few years ago many of the hunters and fishermen were converting their trucks and even their outboards to lp. Is that pretty common in that area or was that just a passing thing? It sure made sense to me then and more so with gas prices today. We were in Iceland last year and they all are using Hydrogen in their vehicles, with hydrogen stations.
wis boz
Please tell this old fart what a smoothie is. I do have a real question however. When in Alaska a few years ago many of the hunters and fishermen were converting their trucks and even their outboards to lp. Is that pretty common in that area or was that just a passing thing? It sure made sense to me then and more so with gas prices today. We were in Iceland last year and they all are using Hydrogen in their vehicles, with hydrogen stations.
wis boz
Yukon Mike
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A smoothie is a fruit drink that the people who drive to the gym to run on treadmills invented. But they are really good. You chuck a bunch of fruit in a blender with some OJ and milk, some yogurt, and puree. Breakfast to go. Some people put wheatgrass and all kinds of hippie stuff in there.
COnverting them to what?
Mike
COnverting them to what?
Mike
Lee Harker
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The Bezubic, bartender and little umbrella story,
A little description of Bezubic, He was in the 101st Airborne and served in Nam, he is 6'5-ish and is from Philadelphia with a very distinct Philly accent and a booming voice. Bezubic is also VERY educated and was the head of research and development for Certainteed vinyl products. He is also one of the most fun guys you could know and is a hunting junky who takesw no shit from no-one.
We were elk hunting in SW Montana about 10 years ago. After a long day out with our friends that live there, we all met at the local bar...The Office.. I walked in and Bezubic and one of the guys he hunted with were already there, sitting at the bar. Bezubics favorite drink is a Bourbon Manhattan, which the only ingredient that isn't 80+ proof is the icecube...which he didn't have in his. This bar is about 12' wide and 50' long..the whole room, not just the bar and it was packed. Bezubic already had about 4 of these drinks when we got there so let's say he was "primed". A girl sitting just outside of the gang standing around ordered a drink and Bezubic called it a "Foo-Foo" drink...I said you mean like a Bourbon Manhattan? He got a bit miffed and said it was a "real mans drink"..I looked at the Bartender and winked..then asked if the BM was a "foo-foo" drink. He said "well...sort of" Bezubic boomed out that "YOU JUSH LOSH YER TIP"! Secretly, I asked the bartender if he had any of those little umbrellas and he gave me one. I yelled out "Look at the boobs on her"! While every guy, and girl, in the bar turned and looked at the doorway, I slipped the cute little umbrella into Bezubics 8th or tenth BM. Bezubic spun back around and took a gulp from his glass, sticking the umbrella up under his glasses. Oh baby, the fight was on. I was laughing so hard I could barely keep Bezubic out from behind the bar...I grabbed the bar and something on the other side and blocked the opening with Bezubic trying to get me out of the way...after I regained composure, I told him I had done it and he calmed down a bit. I said "let's go eat" so out the door we went..as soon as he hit fresh air, his legs went out from under him and we piled him in the truck. Our buddies took him to their house while my other bud and I stopped at the store for food. It was snowing pretty good and when we got to our friends house, there was a big pile of snow laying on the deck...but it's legs were hanging over the side...it was Bezubic with about 4" of fresh snow covering him up...snoring loudly. After we got the food cooked we opened the door and yelled at him that food was on. He stood up, brushed the snow off, walked in with frosted glasses, sat down and ate a big steak...then he wondered if we were going to the bar. Maybe it was something that had to be witnessed but seeing it in my head while typing is cracking me up. Being with Bezubic is just like being with Sutton, you don't know what the hell will happen next.
A little description of Bezubic, He was in the 101st Airborne and served in Nam, he is 6'5-ish and is from Philadelphia with a very distinct Philly accent and a booming voice. Bezubic is also VERY educated and was the head of research and development for Certainteed vinyl products. He is also one of the most fun guys you could know and is a hunting junky who takesw no shit from no-one.
We were elk hunting in SW Montana about 10 years ago. After a long day out with our friends that live there, we all met at the local bar...The Office.. I walked in and Bezubic and one of the guys he hunted with were already there, sitting at the bar. Bezubics favorite drink is a Bourbon Manhattan, which the only ingredient that isn't 80+ proof is the icecube...which he didn't have in his. This bar is about 12' wide and 50' long..the whole room, not just the bar and it was packed. Bezubic already had about 4 of these drinks when we got there so let's say he was "primed". A girl sitting just outside of the gang standing around ordered a drink and Bezubic called it a "Foo-Foo" drink...I said you mean like a Bourbon Manhattan? He got a bit miffed and said it was a "real mans drink"..I looked at the Bartender and winked..then asked if the BM was a "foo-foo" drink. He said "well...sort of" Bezubic boomed out that "YOU JUSH LOSH YER TIP"! Secretly, I asked the bartender if he had any of those little umbrellas and he gave me one. I yelled out "Look at the boobs on her"! While every guy, and girl, in the bar turned and looked at the doorway, I slipped the cute little umbrella into Bezubics 8th or tenth BM. Bezubic spun back around and took a gulp from his glass, sticking the umbrella up under his glasses. Oh baby, the fight was on. I was laughing so hard I could barely keep Bezubic out from behind the bar...I grabbed the bar and something on the other side and blocked the opening with Bezubic trying to get me out of the way...after I regained composure, I told him I had done it and he calmed down a bit. I said "let's go eat" so out the door we went..as soon as he hit fresh air, his legs went out from under him and we piled him in the truck. Our buddies took him to their house while my other bud and I stopped at the store for food. It was snowing pretty good and when we got to our friends house, there was a big pile of snow laying on the deck...but it's legs were hanging over the side...it was Bezubic with about 4" of fresh snow covering him up...snoring loudly. After we got the food cooked we opened the door and yelled at him that food was on. He stood up, brushed the snow off, walked in with frosted glasses, sat down and ate a big steak...then he wondered if we were going to the bar. Maybe it was something that had to be witnessed but seeing it in my head while typing is cracking me up. Being with Bezubic is just like being with Sutton, you don't know what the hell will happen next.
Pete McMiller
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Lee
Good story. Where is Bezubic these days? He was on here in the early days on occasion but I don't recall seeing him in many years. I remeber him taking crap for owning an Outlaw duckboat right about the time Jim Cripe was making quite a name for himself.
Eric
Good story. Where is Bezubic these days? He was on here in the early days on occasion but I don't recall seeing him in many years. I remeber him taking crap for owning an Outlaw duckboat right about the time Jim Cripe was making quite a name for himself.
Eric
Lee Harker
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Bezubic is back in Philly as far as I know. I haven't heard from him in over a year. He was managing a plant for a large window manufacturer. I may broadcast an email to all the addy's I have for him.
Jay Anglin
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Now that's a good story!
So I'm bettin' he wouldn't be a smoothie drinker type guy. I was reading some articles about joint pain as it's a little known fact that I don't advertise that I have the knees and hips of a 90 year old and my shoulder is mush and my.....well anyway I have a lot of joint pain. I ran across this article and it has a good smoothie recipe at the end. Enjoy!
http://www.allaboutarthritis.com/...e.xml&questionID=
So I'm bettin' he wouldn't be a smoothie drinker type guy. I was reading some articles about joint pain as it's a little known fact that I don't advertise that I have the knees and hips of a 90 year old and my shoulder is mush and my.....well anyway I have a lot of joint pain. I ran across this article and it has a good smoothie recipe at the end. Enjoy!
http://www.allaboutarthritis.com/...e.xml&questionID=
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Wispete
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Harkers story bought back a memory from the past of another guy who probably didn't drink smoothies. I was in a bar with a Green Beret six foot five who had just served three tours in Nam and understandably was wound a little tight. We were standing between the bar and a wall about eight feet away. All four of us had all ready had our share. Three of us were faceing the wall and Alex was facing the bar. When a fellow about two hundred fifty pounds decided to pass by us and bumped Alex in the back. He didn't say excuse me or let Alex know he was there. As quick as a owl can blink. Alex with a beer in his one hand reached with his other and grabbed the fellow by the neck and lifted him off the floor and pinned him against the wall. The fellows feet were six to eight inches off the floor. With his other arm. The one with the beer glass he tried to reach the bar but was six inches short. He tried and tried but just couldn't put the beer glass down on the bar. "We don't waste beer in Wis" And none of us would take the beer from him. I guess we didn't want to see what was going to happen .After it seemed like two minutes he gave up trying and looked at the fellow and let go. The fellow slid down the wall caught his breath and crawled out of there. Never saying a word. He didn't come back to our side of bar room. I guess he was as awed as we were.
