Oso wrote:
The "lucky cigarette"...that's the one that doesn't give you cancer, right?The story of Ponce de Oso and his search for the Fountain of Booze. A place long rumored to exist on a "mythical" island- DB Island. An island somewhere close to the Gulf of Mexico, yet many have attempted to find the secret place and have come up with empties. The non-believers however insist that the tales of DB Island, Ponce de Oso, and the Fountain of Booze are all rumours started by a bunch of nasty drunks somwewhere in nthe vicinity of Arizona. You decide...Oso
looking for "lucky booze", the one that doesn't give you hangovers
Long ago when record keeping was marginal at best, say during the Reagen administration, a young man left the wilds of new Jersey to search for the meaning of life. That is, the story a couple of his drinking friends had told him of a mysterious island where merry drunkards excisted solely to party and drink heavily from the fountain of neverending booze that never gave you a hangover. Now Ponce de Oso thought this sounded like a real righteous place to hang. So he set out from his homeland and headed westwards to seek the fabled promised land. Naturally he headed west. Ponce de Oso's innate ability to smell out liquor had told him that if he heAded east, he wouldn't reach booze until he got to Europe. Since Ponce didn't feel like swimming that far he exclaimed "fack that, I can head east by horse and foot" So east it was for our legend. As his so-called friends had mentioned something about the Southeast he merrily headed in that direction with copious quantities of Sunny D and Captain Morgan. He rambled his way down to Forida and Lousiana, stopping quite often for merriment with the locals and refills of his supplies. All the while asking everyone he met about the legend of DB Island. The most common reply to his mant queries was "what are you, a drunken bastard? your friends were yanking your chain." This wandering and drinking went on for many, many years. Yet ou r hero persisted. Sleeping in gutters, wwearing traffic cones as fashion accessories, and even begging for the occasional Mickey's when he was in very desperate need of a quick buzz. From here the story grows hazy. Some say he eventually found the nirvana of DB Island and its Fountain of Booze. Still more insist he settled for booze that caused hangovers and learned to live with the pain. A few heretics even claim he eventually ended up in Arizona and leads a sort of quiet life masquerading as a university student. No matter what the real outcome was, one thing is certain- many of us have attempted to follow in the footsteps of the mighty Ponce de Oso and his search for the Fountain of Booze with its neverending supply of liquor that won't cause us hangovers.
The legend lives on........