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“The snap of a few sparks a quick whiff of ozone, and the lamp blazed forth in unparalleled glory. From ankle to thigh the translucent flesh radiated a vibrant, sensual, luminous orange-yellow-pinkoish nimbus of Pagan fire.”
“That night was one of the very few times my father ever actually got publicly drunk. His cronies whooped and hollered, guzzled and yelled into the early morning hours, knocking over chairs and telling dirty stories.”
“That night, for the first time, our home had a Night Light. The living room was bathed through the long, still, silent hours with the soft glow of electric sex. The stage was set; the principal players were in the wings. The cue was about to be given for the greatest single fight that ever happened in our family.”
The Old Man leaped from the floor, his towel gone, in start nakedness. He bellowed:
“You always were jealous of that lamp!”
“Jealous? Of a plastic leg?”
Her scorn ripped out like a hot knife slicing through soft oleomargerine. He faced her.
“You were jealous ‘cause I won!”
That’s ridiculous. Jealous! Jealous of what? That was the ugliest lamp I ever saw!”
Posted on 12/22/2017 1:22:24 PM PST by Fresh Wind (Hillary: Go to jail. Go directly to jail. Do not pass GO. Do not collect 2 billion dollars.)
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“The snap of a few sparks a quick whiff of ozone, and the lamp blazed forth in unparalleled glory. From ankle to thigh the translucent flesh radiated a vibrant, sensual, luminous orange-yellow-pinkoish nimbus of Pagan fire.”
“That night was one of the very few times my father ever actually got publicly drunk. His cronies whooped and hollered, guzzled and yelled into the early morning hours, knocking over chairs and telling dirty stories.”
“That night, for the first time, our home had a Night Light. The living room was bathed through the long, still, silent hours with the soft glow of electric sex. The stage was set; the principal players were in the wings. The cue was about to be given for the greatest single fight that ever happened in our family.”
The Old Man leaped from the floor, his towel gone, in start nakedness. He bellowed:
“You always were jealous of that lamp!”
“Jealous? Of a plastic leg?”
Her scorn ripped out like a hot knife slicing through soft oleomargerine. He faced her.
“You were jealous ‘cause I won!”
That’s ridiculous. Jealous! Jealous of what? That was the ugliest lamp I ever saw!”
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In the General/Chat forum, on a thread titled The Story Behind ‘A Christmas Story’, DUMBGRUNT wrote:
He heard Shep on the radio tell the tale of how Ralphie’s friend Flick got triple-dog-dared into freezing his tongue to the school flagpole. Clark considered himself an expert on the vagaries of adolescent America, and he was convinced this story would make a great film scene.
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Sorry, post all screwed up.