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When my wife was young, she every once in awhile was treated to her own drink (no judgements please as it was a kiddie cocktail in a thimball).

She can not remember the name of the alcohol but it was in a bottle that the glass was molded to form a woman (heavy set) with breasts and all. She believes the alcohol was a gold color.

Ringing a bell with anyone as to what this may be?

"I did absolutely nothing and it was everything I thought it could be"
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...the glass was molded to form a woman (heavy set) with breasts and all. She believes the alcohol was a gold color.

Mrs. Butterworth's? :biggrin:

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Once as a little kid I kept begging my father to taste his martini. He kept saying I wouldn't like it, but I kept asking. My face screwed up terribly in a 'yuck' expression when I tasted it but of course I said "I like it". I didn't have my next martini for a couple of decades but enjoyed it considerably more then... :raz:

"Under the dusty almond trees, ... stalls were set up which sold banana liquor, rolls, blood puddings, chopped fried meat, meat pies, sausage, yucca breads, crullers, buns, corn breads, puff pastes, longanizas, tripes, coconut nougats, rum toddies, along with all sorts of trifles, gewgaws, trinkets, and knickknacks, and cockfights and lottery tickets."

-- Gabriel Garcia Marquez, 1962 "Big Mama's Funeral"

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...the glass was molded to form a woman (heavy set) with breasts and all. She believes the alcohol was a gold color.

Mrs. Butterworth's? :biggrin:

:laugh:

I don't understand why rappers have to hunch over while they stomp around the stage hollering.  It hurts my back to watch them. On the other hand, I've been thinking that perhaps I should start a rap group here at the Old Folks' Home.  Most of us already walk like that.

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...the glass was molded to form a woman (heavy set) with breasts and all. She believes the alcohol was a gold color.

Mrs. Butterworth's? :biggrin:

:laugh:

*lmao* this is exaxtly what i thought too.

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