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For those of you looking for something on the more sophisticated side you have my apologies. This blog unfortunately mirrors the author (yours truly.) Some of the humor is not for everyone but I liked it and it's my blog so there! My patrons sometimes ask me where I come up with some of this stuff. I am glad to tell them my mind is a lot like Canada. It is sometimes a bit cold, there are a few dark corners, some of it down right confusing and even a bit dirty but there is also a lot of neat stuff up there. So I hope you all enjoy this blog! ... Cheers!

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

To be Old Fashioned

 Something about a good Old Fashioned cocktail makes me feel a little more worldly and wise. Don't ask me what it is however it just does. Sort of like "The Most Interesting Man Alive" somehow came and tapped me on the shoulder. As if to say Charles can speak French in Spanish. Or Charles's 2 cents are worth a dollar 25. Or maybe Charles once traveled to and explored the Virgin Islands, when he left they were just “The Islands.” these and the other quotes are complete rip offs from the commercial by the way so thank you Dos Equis!... I digress.

The real reason I gravitate towards the Old Fashioned is I like whiskey but just like the town of Ogunquit here in Maine, I just can't take it straight. (cough! PUSSY! cough...) Yeah, yeah I know! I will surrender my man card if necessary after that last statement. However I may just redeem myself after reading this entire post. You see although I do like the Old Fashioned I have recently been in my lab playing around with a few twists. Here are a few that either I have created or have read about.

Charles once asked a woman to say ‘NO’ to him, so he could understand rejection.

So the original Old Fashioned is a cocktail made by muddling sugar with bitters then adding alcohol, such as whiskey or brandy, and a twist of citrus rind. The Pendennis Club in Louisville, Kentucky gave the combination its name and popularity. The Old Fashioned is the first drink referred to as a cocktail. Like most everything in this world however it has evolved a bit over time with the introduction of new flavors of whiskey, bitters and just creative minds. If you were to order a Old Fashion at most bars today it would look like this:

Old Fashioned Cocktail
Build and serve in an "Old Fashioned glass"
1 Orange slice
1 Sugar cube
3 Dashes Angostura bitters
1 Maraschino cherry
Muddle all of the above ingredients to a nice mash.
Fill the glass with ice
2 oz. Whiskey

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So now as our base recipe of muddling sugar with bitters then adding alcohol, such as whiskey or brandy, and a twist of citrus rind, here are a few variations I have come up with or read about.
Charles takes his salad dressing right on the salad, so there is no going back.
Spicy Sweet Old Fashioned (*from

Build and serve in an "Old Fashioned glass"
2 Bar spoons Maple Syrup
2 Chile slices
3 Dashes of Angostura bitters
Muddle above ingredients to a nice mash
Fill the glass with ice
2 oz. Anejo Tequila
Stir thoroughly
Garnish with a Chile slice and serve

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Old Fashioned Manhattan Peach
This is my own concoction a twist between a Manhattan, Old Fashioned and a Georgia Peach.
Build and serve in an "Old Fashioned glass"
1 Orange slice
1 Sugar cube
3 Dashes Angostura bitters
1 Maraschino cherry
Muddle all of the above ingredients to a nice mash. (Seeing a trend here?)
Fill the glass with ice.
.5 oz. Sweet Vermouth
1 oz. Peach Schnapps
2 oz. Jack Daniels
Shake and serve

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Autumn Old Fashioned
Build and serve in an "Old Fashioned glass"
1 Orange slice
1 tsp. brown sugar
3 Dashes Blood Orange bitters
1 Maraschino cherry
Muddle all of the above ingredients to a nice mash.
Fill the glass with ice.
.5 oz. Sweet Vermouth
1 oz. Pumpkin Spice Schnapps
2 oz. Wild Turkey
Splash of Cranberry juice.
Shake and serve
Garnish with a Cinnamon stick

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St. Germain Old Fashioned
Build and serve in an "Old Fashioned glass"
Orange zest
1 tsp. brown sugar
2 Dashes Angostura bitters
2 Dashes Orange bitters
Fill the glass with ice.
1 oz. St. Germain
2 oz. Makers Mark Bourbon

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Pear Old Fashioned
2 Slices of fresh pear
1 tsp. Agave Nectar
2 Dashes Angostura bitters
Muddle to a nice mash
Fill the glass with ice.
2 oz. Bourbon
Splash of Pear Nectar
Stir and serve.

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It is rumored that he was born when a Tsunami and a Twister had sex with a Tigress.

Friday, November 14, 2014

Little Life Lessons

On November 9th, 1973 around 11:30pm in a very snowy Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania I was delivered into this world to Hannah and Lawrence Nedzbala. The poor bastards had no idea what they where in for in the years to come. They where just happy as can be farting sunshine, pissing rainbows and pooping lollipops.  All was good in the world to my new mother and father.

I grew up having a good life. My parents are AMAZING individuals and as a team they somehow gave both myself and my sister a pretty charmed life. Ask them today how they did it and I am quite certain they will say with a chuckle and much self deprecation "how did we do what?" Then with all the humility in this world tell you they just got lucky. But luck had nothing to do with it. As I am still learning as a single father today. There was a lot of hard work persistence, understanding, patience, picking of battles and most of all love.

Well here I am 41 years later and I have come to learn a few things about this world. Some of it useful. Some of it not so useful and other stuff down right useless. However you never know what advise will help whom. So I hope upon hope some of this helps some one and if nothing else gives you a good giggle.

+ If you drive a BMW/ Mercedes or any other luxury car and
still live with your parents, you need to check your priorities. As punishment for purchasing a luxury automobile and not a home your parents should be allowed to give you an atomic wedgie every morning before you skip your happy ass into work. Starting the day you sign for said automobile until the day you move out or into the car.

+ If you don't have a "Happy Dance" make one up and stick with it. Sure add a nuance every so often but for the most stick to a few basic steps. You're happy not James Brown.

+ Guys, take off your socks during sex for anything longer than a pants around your ankles quickie. In that case leave your shoes on as well for traction. Just be careful when you pull out to stick the dismount. Tripping over your pants while doing the "No TP" walk is going to leave a bad impression and a nasty bruise to the twig and berries if your to slow breaking your fall.

+ Wear gym clothes to the gym. Wearing a collared shirt in the weight room just makes everyone worry and want to spot you when you lift anything over 6 pounds.

+ Learn how to lose with dignity. Chances are you're going to lose a lot more than you win. Also learn how to celebrate even the small victories.

+ I once took a class on how to play the ukulele because I was told it was a easy jump to the guitar and I know women dig a man the can play the ax. Do not follow my lead on his one. Skip right to learning the guitar. The ukulele is just the retarded cousin to the guitar. If you tell a woman you can play the guitar she might give you her panties. If you tell a woman you can play the ukulele she might give you a helmet. Also don't ever try to refer to your ukulele as a "ax" or even a "hatchet." The only guys that should ever be allowed to play a ukulele are 300 lb. Samoan's or guys that can pull off a silly hat. To summarize with a football reference. Guitar = Tom Brady, ukulele = Eli Manning. Even though Eli has won more on the field which one is sleeping with Gisele Bundchen?

 + If your a woman and you are proud of the fact that you have a tongue ring you probably suck to much dick. Men if you have a tongue ring you also probably suck too much dick.

+ Have a firm and direct hand shake. You can't imagine in life how many people judge you for your handshake. If your sitting make sure you stand up to do it. If you have a "dead fish" handshake lock that limp wrist up swishy.

+ Don't bother trying to make your own porn tape unless you have a dedicated camera person. Otherwise it goes from being erotica to a downhill comedy pretty quick. Bad camera angles, no acting, low lighting and errant gas passing are not what a good adult film make.

+ Stop taking yourself so seriously. No one else does.

+ If you are over the age of 10 "tighty whitey's" are no longer cute. I say go with a nice fitting and breathable boxer briefs. Like my Pop always says "they should be like a fine hotel and have plenty of ball room." Also if your drawers have more skid marks than a get away car there is no saving them just spend the $15 for a pack of 2.

+ If you are having trouble getting eye contact with people during a conversation either your fly is down, you are showing way too much cleavage or you have something in your teeth. We are all human and we are classically trained when there are blue lights on the highway to stare that direction. Whatever the case is, just excuse yourself and hit the restroom before someone puts that on YouTube.

+ Black shoes, black socks and black belt. Brown shoes, brown socks, brown belt. White shoes other than sneakers there is just no excuse for.

+ Sure being right feels good on a gut level. However where are you going to sleep that night? Keep that in the back of your mind when you see blood in the water during your next argument with that significant other. Sure you might be right but the couch is cold and doesn't have a vagina.

+ Never be ashamed to cry. I mean make sure you hide that shit and never let your friends see you do it but never be ashamed. Addendum for times it is OK for people to see you cry: Your team wins the Super Bowl, Mother, Father, child, close family or drinking buddy dies, Your son makes the major leagues, your daughter gets married to a rich family and anytime you watch the movie Rudy. Yeah that little shit was off-sides but come on!

+ Don't trust your cell phones texting. I have never wanted to "Duck the sit" out of anyone at 2am.

+ Who ever said "walk softly and carry a big stick" was talking about his cock and he was hung like a donkey. Even if you aren't, walk like you do. If you ever find yourself the urge to measure your manhood, just think of it like a 5 star French restaurant. If you have to ask the price you can't afford it. If you must measure it, then you need to go back and learn how to work it better because it isn't big enough.

+ Good sex is a lot like eating Chinese food. It isn't over till you both get your cookies.

+ Never be the last one left at the party. Be like a good fart. You burst on the scene and make a lasting impression and then just drift away before anyone really notices.

+ If your date can tie a cherry stem with her tongue let her have no more than 2 more drinks. Lest she forget and leave you to tie it with your own hands.

+ No matter how old your children get you NEVER stop being a parent.


Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Brain Dump

November here in Maine has come in with a bang. It snowed here on November 1st. As my Pop would say "it was nothing to write home to Mom about." However it was snow and watching the flakes fly while listening to the wind howl gives a person time to think with no desire to leave the house. That is exactly what I did this weekend. Now keep it all in perspective and it is still just me so don't look for any deep introspection here.

The other day I was at the gas station filling up the Jeep with all my kids in the car. The car next to me was also getting gas. The guy went to get something out of the passenger side and when he did he essentially mooned my entire car load of kids because he had his pants down past his ass. The next day I was walking in the mall and their was a guy walking around in skinny jeans sagging! This makes about as much sense as wiping before you poop. SO, I have a new idea for a new street gang and help bring down the ever growing prison population. We go to the toughest prisons the US has to offer and gather up the toughest gay ones we can find. You know the real rapey type. We gives them all ankle bracelets and bright pink jumpsuits. We can even name the gang "The Booty's" Their entire mission will be to roam the malls and suburban streets looking for all the little bad asses that like to walk around with their pants down past their ass. When they find one of these guys they are legally allowed, NO obligated to drag him to the nearest alley and butt fuck him prison style till he either buys a belt or joins the gang. Take your pick! Either walk with a limp or get with the program scooter! Good luck walking it off though I'm told that it hurts every time.

This next one comes from my Dad... I was watching football the other day and it reminded me of a
few of his observations.

- A father dreams of his son becoming a professional athlete. At birth we as fathers put a ball in your hand. I gave all my kids basketballs. You teach them how to throw and catch a ball. How to swing a bat, how to run faster and how to tackle correctly. You spend countless hours carting them to practice and watching them from
the sidelines and cheering them on. You spend insane amounts of money getting them to games and buying the right equipment. You pick them up when they are down and give them a pep talk on what it takes to reach the next level in hopes of being a champion someday. Then one day they finally make it! They make the big time and in their first game they score a touchdown, hit a homerun or hit the game winning shot/ goal. They come to the sidelines to the high 5's, fist and chest bumps and admiration of all their teammates and coaches. The TV camera zooms right in on them and they look right into the camera and say... "Hi MOM! We're #1!"

- The other observation here is watching a kick return in a football game and the return man makes a breakaway run. He runs 100+ yards completely untouched. He somehow manages to evade 11 behemoth 300+ pound men that want to rip his head off and get on camera having that big ESPN highlight reel hit that make even the people watching it at home jump back on their couch. The ball carrier makes it end zone to end zone unscathed and only his own team mates following close behind him. And what do they all do to show their love for their fleet of foot team member when they all reach the end zone with him? They smack him in the head and jump all over him! Way to go, nice job! Now here's your concussion!

Dating after the age of 40 is sort of like going apple picking at the end of the season. Their are tons of apples in the orchard. However all the good ones seem to all be at the top of the tree and completely unreachable. Then there are a ton scattered all over the ground. Your first notion is to climb the tree but then you remember you are 40 and falling out of a tree isn't a good look. The things your friends would write on your cast now as apposed to when you fell off the monkey bars in the 3rd grade are completely different. Trust me they will find a way to write on your cast too. So then then you find a ladder and when you do finally find what looks to be a good one you realize that it has been in the sun far too long and its skin is wrinkled up like a alligator bag or you do find a beauty and it is all the way at the top of the tree. You finally are able to reach it and then you take a bite and it is completely sour. So then you climb off the ladder and start looking at the ones that have fallen to the ground and think well that one doesn't seem so bad. Sure it has a lot of bumps and bruises and a big old worm living inside it but it is so much easier to get to than the ones at the top of the tree.

When did fat girls get so angry about guys not appreciating their weight or curves? I thought fat
people where suppose to be jolly. Personally I am an equal opportunity employer. I am not mad if you have some curves. however some guys don't like it. That does not mean they can't handle you or lack the equipment to be with you. It doesn't take any special type of intestinal fortitude to get with a big girl. While we are on the subject stop describing yourself as a BBW (Big Beautiful Woman.) I realize the people of Dove have told you curves are sexy and far be it from me to tell them hey are wrong however you're not all beautiful. Some of you are just jacked up fat chicks and that's OK too. I am sure you are beautiful on the inside. However all I can see right now is what appears to be a brown tooth and leggings that are being worked time and a half. I'm a fat kid myself and I like chocolate. Not all your weight issues are from a over active thyroid gland some are just because you like honey barbeque wings and beer more than a carrot and hate to jog too. That picture you see on the left is an actual woman on Plenty of Fish that asked me out a month ago. That is the picture she chose to best represent herself!
Ordering a salad from McDonalds is like paying a prostitute and only getting a hug.

If you get a tattoo on your neck or above it should read "I'm not going to get this job am I?" Unless you plan to be a tattoo artist and even then I don't think I want my ink done by someone that looks like they just got out of the penitentiary. I mean what sort of sterilization process standards do you think they uphold? My guess here is the same method used to neutralize a jellyfish sting. Also if you have 3 tattoos or less you don't have "tats." You're not "tatted up" and you certainly don't have ink. You have a couple of tattoos maybe. The only exception is if you have tattoos bigger than a standard ruler.

Speaking of rulers I am going to speak to the guys here... Stop measuring, taking pictures of and mailing pictures of your penis. Seriously! Women do not want to see that. If you go on Craigslist and it says that they want a picture of your cock. It's a dude pretending to be a chick. End of story. I know we are all very proud of our own manhood. Think I am kidding? Read a couple of letters to
Penthouse and see how guys tell stories and then describe what they are packing. It sounds like some guy with a 12 inch monster in his pants frantically writing while masturbating angrily in a closet. "That's when I took my 12 inches of blood pulsating love sausage and dipped it into her honeypot of joy." Are you about to fuck Winnie the Pooh with a ruler?!! These guys come up with names for their cocks like "the widow maker" "Stanley" (Because it's a power tool.) Or "the truth" not because it resembles Paul Pierce however look at his facial hair and bald head might have you thinking differently, but instead because women just can't handle the truth! We all think when we look between our legs that we are packing. Very few of us want to look down and think we could be inadequate. Let's face it a man's package compared to a woman looks ridiculous. The vagina is such a

nice looking package all folded nicely into itself waiting to be peeled back to reveal a beautiful self lubricating flower. It's self cleaning and pink on the inside. Now look down at your pecker. It looks like God had 10 minutes left before he had a long weekend off from work, was out of ideas and limited supplies. A penis when not aroused looks less like a proud soldier and more like a disabled vet sitting on two old duffle bags. Put the ruler and the camera down gentlemen!

Loyalty is a quality you rarely need to display. However when the time comes we all find out what side of the coin you are on. The same way it is easy to say someone is not afraid of anything. The company "No Fear" comes to mind. Take these some people with no fear t-shirts and stickers all over their car and push them out into oncoming traffic and watch the fun ensue.

If you ever have an issue approaching someone for fear of rejection just take a step back, deep breath and remember they poop too.