Author: Horatio Cornblower

So. Much. Gay.

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Open:  A bar, tastefully decorated.  Oh yes, there are ferns.  Conversations can be had, although one has to lean close to do so.  Three athletic looking men sit at a quiet corner table engaged in conversation.  One can't quite make out what they're drinking but it looks like some kind

The Curse of Oak Island, Part the Third

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Oak Island is a 140 acre island located off of the south shore of Nova Scotia.  For more than 200 years people of all types and backgrounds have searched for treasure supposedly hidden away on the island.  To date almost nothing has been found.  Still people continue to pursue the

The Curse of Oak Island, Part The Second

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Oak Island is a 140 acre island located off of the south shore of Nova Scotia.  For more than 200 years people of all types and backgrounds have searched for treasure supposedly hidden away on the island.  To date almost nothing has been found.  Still people continue to pursue the

The Curse of Oak Island, Part The First

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Oak Island is a 140 acre island located off of the south shore of Nova Scotia.  For more than 200 years people of all types and backgrounds have searched for treasure supposedly hidden away on the island.  To date almost nothing has been found.  Still people continue to pursue the

Your Wednesday Night Open Thread

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Howdy fellow shut-ins!  Lots of stuff going on today.  There were two bowl games, the Birmingham Bowl, which I stopped watching when it was 10-10 and I figured out that both teams were nicknamed the Tigers, and the Belk Bowl, which I stopped watching after the NC State QB threw

Sunday Morning Appetizers

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(pictured above are my FF team's chances against Make It Snow) Because I haven't written anything in a long time and because it doesn't look like anyone else had anything scheduled. Today is the last day of fantasy football.  I am in the championship against Make It Snow in OSZ's league.  So

The #Humblebragger

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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten Oilers lore—     While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a thudding, As of some one violently chopping, chopping at my chamber door. “’Tis Earl Campbell,” I muttered, “running over some defender poor—             Only this

NFL Speakeasy Stories

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/with deepest apologies and acknowledgment to Blaxabbath He was alone, again, and again with a drink in his hand that he didn't recall ordering.  The bar was small and dimly lit and he liked that but he'd be damned if he could recall the name.  His drink, whatever it was called,