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Let me tell you about the time that MFM saved my life...

It was in 1968, when I was assigned to a special squadron of USAF Junior Combat Controllers, behind enemy lines in Vietnam. I was seven years old at the time. I didn't think that I would be sent straight to fight in South East Asia right out of the first grade. But darn it, did I have another think coming.

Anyhoo, to make a long story short, I was cut off from the rest of my team in a tense firefight, ammo almost running out, my killbar buried deep inside the guts of charlie, who was sinking fast in the muck. Pretty soon an entire division of Ho Chi Minh's cousins would be all over me and the only thing that I'd have to defend myself was a sharpened twig and a Hershey Bar.

But before my radio was shot full of holes, I was able to radio in coordinates for a last gasp, desperate air strike. I had serious doubts that help would come before it was too late, though.

But just as Charlie was coming up the hill, so close to the wire that I smell what they had for lunch (It was fish balls and rice), an entire group of B-52s appeared out of no where and dropped their load, Operation Arc Light-style, on the advancing troops' heads. Saving my young ass so I could see the second grade.

Once I got choppered out of there after taking some flak in my arm, I was able to track down the pilot who led that bombing run which saved my life to write about it today.

It took me a while but I found out who it was, it was none other than our own MFM. We met up at Miss Riki-Tiki's club in Saigon and I told that I owed him my life. You can say that it was the very first DU meet up, before there was even a DU. He told me to think nothing about it as long as I was buying the drinks, and over round after round of San Miguel later we solidified our life long friendship.

Of course, he was too modest to ever bring up that time he saved me and he never ever brought up the fact that I never returned the favor. But that was our MFM, you know how he was, selfless to the end.

But that wasn't our only adventure together. A few years later, he and I had the opportunity to pull Rachel Welch out of a burning limo that had crashed in the Hollywood Hills, way back in '77. Let's say that she was very appreciative to us for helping her out...

But, alas, that's a story for another day.

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Has anyone seen MrScorpio?

I wonder what happened to that guy. I miss his posts.

Haribo Gummy Candy, Sugarless Gummy Bears: Get them for someone you hate


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Safety Warning

Consumption of some sugar-free candies may cause stomach discomfort and/or a laxative effect. Individual tolerance will vary. If this is the first time you’ve tried these candies, we recommend beginning with one-fourth of a serving size or less. Made with Lycasin, a sugar alcohol. As with other sugar alcohols, people sensitive to this substance may experience upset stomachs.

The Review:

Just don't. Unless it's a gift for someone you hate.
By C. Torok on October 3, 2012

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Oh man...words cannot express what happened to me after eating these. The Gummi Bear "Cleanse". If you are someone that can tolerate the sugar substitute, enjoy. If you are like the dozens of people that tried my order, RUN!

First of all, for taste I would rate these a 5. So good. Soft, true-to-taste fruit flavors like the sugar variety...I was a happy camper.

BUT (or should I say BUTT), not long after eating about 20 of these all hell broke loose. I had a gastrointestinal experience like nothing I've ever imagined. Cramps, sweating, bloating beyond my worst nightmare. I've had food poisoning from some bad shellfish and that was almost like a skip in the park compared to what was going on inside me.

Then came the, uh, flatulence. Heavens to Murgatroyd, the sounds, like trumpets calling the demons back to Hell...the stench, like 1,000 rotten corpses vomited. I couldn't stand to stay in one room for fear of succumbing to my own odors.

But wait; there's more. What came out of me felt like someone tried to funnel Niagara Falls through a coffee straw. I swear my sphincters were screaming. It felt like my delicate starfish was a gaping maw projectile vomiting a torrential flood of toxic waste. 100% liquid. Flammable liquid. NAPALM. It was actually a bit humorous (for a nanosecond)as it was just beyond anything I could imagine possible.


I felt violated when it was over, which I think might have been sometime in the early morning of the next day. There was stuff coming out of me that I ate at my wedding in 2005.Read more ›

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Yes, Master...

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