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Smorgasbord Laughter is the Best Medicine - Hosts Debby Gies and Sally Cronin - Grandpas and Hell Freezing Over
Smorgasbord Laughter is the Best Medicine – Hosts Debby Gies and Sally Cronin – Grandpas and Hell Freezing Over
Firstly, some funnies from Debby Gies followed by a joke or two from Sally. Thanks to those who share the funnies on the internet.
D.G. Writes is where you will find an archive full of wonderful posts across several subjects including writing tips, social issues and book reviews.My thanks to Debby for excellent foraging
D. G. Kaye – Buy: Amazon US – And: Amazon UK Blog: D.G. Writes – Goodreads:…
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#D.G. Kaye Spiritual Awareness#jokes#Sally Cronin author and broadcaster#Smorgasbord Laughter the Best Medicine
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Smorgasbord Laughter is the Best Medicine - Hosts Debby Gies and Sally Cronin - Grandpas and Hell Freezing Over
Smorgasbord Laughter is the Best Medicine – Hosts Debby Gies and Sally Cronin – Grandpas and Hell Freezing Over
Firstly, some funnies from Debby Gies followed by a joke or two from Sally. Thanks to those who share the funnies on the internet.
D.G. Writes is where you will find an archive full of wonderful posts across several subjects including writing tips, social issues and book reviews.My thanks to Debby for excellent foraging
D. G. Kaye – Buy: Amazon US – And: Amazon UK Blog: D.G. Writes – Goodreads:…
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#D.G. Kaye Spiritual Awareness#jokes#Sally Cronin author and broadcaster#Smorgasbord Laughter the Best Medicine
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Time For A Smile Break
I have been beating my head against the proverbial wall trying to decide which of many important topics to write about for this morning’s post, and am getting nowhere. I am sick to death of hearing about and writing about Donald Trump, and yet that is what dominates the news cycle these days. I have a couple of posts started, but just don’t feel motivated tonight. So, I figured I needed a…
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Smorgasbord Laughter is the Best Medicine – Hosts Debby Gies and Sally Cronin – Trick or Treating and Halloween Puns
Smorgasbord Laughter is the Best Medicine – Hosts Debby Gies and Sally Cronin – Trick or Treating and Halloween Puns
Firstly, some funnies from Debby Gies followed by a joke or two from Sally. Thanks to those who share the funnies on the internet. D.G. Writes is …Smorgasbord Laughter is the Best Medicine – Hosts Debby Gies and Sally Cronin – Trick or Treating and Halloween Puns
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Smorgasbord Laughter is the Best Medicine – Host Malcolm Allen December 2022 Part One- #Christmas Crackers — Filosofa's Word
Smorgasbord Laughter is the Best Medicine – Host Malcolm Allen December 2022 Part One- #Christmas Crackers — Filosofa’s Word
Originally posted on Smorgasbord Blog Magazine: Delighted to share the latest funnies from Australia and around the world shared by author Malcolm Allen And I would like to thank Malcolm for all the funnies that he has shared with us over the last year which have certainly made me laugh and I know you too..…
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Smorgasbord Laughter is the Best Medicine – Fright Night Halloween – Host Sally Cronin and the Senior Team via Smorgasbord Blog Magazine
Smorgasbord Laughter is the Best Medicine – Fright Night Halloween – Host Sally Cronin and the Senior Team via Smorgasbord Blog Magazine
A few Halloween funnies to get you started…..courtesy of the senior team who have passed them along. Thanks very much for dropping in today and I hope you are leaving with a smile on your face..Sally and the Senior Team
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Flashes of You (A Reddie One-shot)
Summary: Richie’s childhood comes to him in flashes. It isn’t until he travels back to Derry, Maine and sees Eddie Kaspbrak that any of them start to make sense.
Word count: 2,185
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Language
A/N: This is my first time writing for Reddie and I’ve been in the It fandom for approximately 96 hours so forgive me if my characterizations are off.
For two decades, Richie’s childhood came to him in white hot flashes. He couldn’t fully recall a single event or a single friend’s name but he would see details and hear sounds so clear that he couldn’t understand why everything else surrounding these points on the road map of his mind was fuzzy.
The flashes would come at random. Sometimes he’d be going through the mundane moments of life like showering or eating. Other times the flashes would come to him in the middle of a gig. One moment he was setting up the punchline and the next he was staring at a massive statue of Paul Bunyan.
None of the flashes made sense and yet he knew they were somehow all connected: a crimson “V” scribbled over a sloppy “S”, an underground hammock, a pink polo, a fanny pack full of medicine bottles, the letter “E” carved into a wooden plank.
And oh God, the laugh. Every so often his ears would ring with the sound of a boy’s laughter — a sound so pure and contagious that he couldn’t help but smile every time he heard it. He didn’t know who it was that laugh belonged to, but he never wanted it to stop. He didn’t tell jokes for the fame or the money. He became a trash mouth comedian for that laugh.
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When Richie got the call from Mike, his stomach flipped. Flashes bombarded him like lighting bolts striking the ocean. Blood, lifeless bodies, a red balloon, a condemned home surrounded by weeds. It wasn’t clear as to what these flashes meant, but Richie couldn’t deny that he was afraid. There was a reason he couldn’t remember his childhood. Something terrible happened in Derry, Maine and, frankly, he didn’t want to know what it was.
After throwing up and downing a couple of drinks to burn away the taste of his own bile, he made it out on stage for his comedy special. He was a mess, stumbling over his bits and forgetting the punchline to his opening joke. A man shouted “you suck” from the audience but Richie just smiled. That soft laughter of the boy was ringing in his ears again.
He wasn’t going to Derry tomorrow to follow through on some cryptic oath he couldn’t even remember making. He was going to Derry for that laugh.
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The moment Richie stepped through the doors of the Chinese restaurant with Beverly and Ben, he locked eyes with a stranger across the foyer. His hair was slicked back, his brow creased with incessant worry. A small smile tugged ever so slightly at the corner of the stranger’s mouth and suddenly Richie felt like he couldn’t breathe.
Eddie.
The flashes started again, only this time with a wider scope: the crimson “V” scribbled over the “S” on Eddie’s arm cast, the underground hammock where Eddie draped himself over Richie and knocked his glasses off with his toes, the pink polo that Eddie loved to wear whenever he needed to convince his mom to let him hang out with the Losers, the fanny pack hooked around Eddie’s waist that held every stupid pill his dipshit doctor had prescribed to him, and the letter “E” carved beside Richie’s own initial on the kissing bridge.
Richie’s stomach flipped and a lump formed in his throat. Eddie Kaspbrak was the first person he had ever loved and it took him two decades to even remember that.
“Fuck me,” he muttered under his breath before following Beverly and Ben to the table. How he was going to get through this, he honestly couldn’t say.
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Dinner somehow went even worse than Richie expected from a bunch of friends-turned-strangers getting together for the first time in twenty plus years. The food was great and the conversations were surprisingly lively up until the point Mike brought up the murderous clown from their childhood. All of a sudden the table started rattling and the bowl of fortune cookies turned into a smorgasbord of nightmares. Richie’s own cookie mutated into an eyeball with tentacles and attempted to crawl across the table toward him like a zombie. He couldn’t recall a time in his entire life where he had been more disgusted.
Amidst all the chaos, he kept his eyes on Eddie. The man was terrified, trembling in the corner as a cookie with the wing of a bat fluttered around and shrieked at him. The attack brought back more memories of his childhood, moments where he had done everything he could to protect and comfort Eddie — drawing Eddie’s eyes from the horrors of Pennywise’s illusions, pushing Eddie behind him to keep him out of harm’s way, firmly grasping Eddie’s shoulder whenever he was afraid to remind him that he wasn’t alone.
When the illusion stopped and the dust settled, Richie bolted from the restaurant as fast as he could. He couldn’t stay and face the facts. If he stayed, he was going to die. And, on top of that, he would be forced to come to terms with the ugly ass truth that was his feelings for Eddie. Being closeted for his entire life was one thing. Finding out that the man he had unknowingly been in love with for nearly thirty years was married to somebody else was a whole other level of suffering.
Standing in the parking lot, Richie was surprised to find Eddie at his side. Eddie wanted out just as badly as him and, frankly, Richie was relieved. If Eddie ran away just like him, they would both survive. The idea of going back to the life where he no longer knew who Eddie was sucked. But a life of oblivious wandering and shitty stand-up was better than a life where Eddie was murdered by a psychotic, shapeshifting clown.
Mike tried with every ounce of his being to convince them to stay and defeat Pennywise together but their will to live was stronger. Richie hopped in his Mustang and headed back to the inn with Eddie hot on his trail.
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Neither Richie nor Eddie said anything to one another when they got back to the Derry Town House. They simply bolted up the stairs to their respective rooms and started packing. Having brought nothing more than a small carry-on sized duffle bag, Richie finished gathering his belongings before Eddie had even managed to lay his clothes out on the bed.
“What’re you moving in?” Richie teased when he peeked his head into Eddie’s room and saw the two open suitcases on the floor. “Look at all this shit.”
Eddie frowned. “Fuck off. I didn’t even know what the hell I was doing coming to Derry so how was I supposed to know what to bring?”
“I only own like two shirts. Guess I’m not in any position to judge.”
Richie eyed the pile of clothes and was drawn to a vaguely familiar shade of pink. A soft smile yanked at the corner of his mouth.
“Your style hasn’t changed much has it, Eds?”
Eddie followed his gaze to the pink polo laying by the foot of the bed. “Myra hates any outfit that’s not a suit and tie,” Eddie said as he continued folding his collection of dress pants.
“Well, somebody needs to pull the stick out of her ass ‘cause that shirt is bitchin’, man.”
Richie’s heart nearly soared when Eddie laughed. That was it, the whole reason Richie came back.
A long silence blanketed the room as Richie watched Eddie work. Twenty-seven years later and Eddie was still as precise as can be, making sure every article of clothing was folded into the same dimensions before he put them in the suitcase. Things had to be as perfect and clean as possible. At least, that’s what Eddie’s mom had taught him.
“Jesus Christ, would you pick up the pace? I’m gonna pass a fucking kidney stone before you finish packing,” Richie quipped to break the silence.
Eddie threw him a look. “Don’t you have somewhere to be, dickwad?”
“Not until Tuesday night when your mom and I meet up for our weekly date night at Olive Garden.”
“Fuck you,” Eddie snapped despite the amused gleam in his eye.
“I’m serious, Spaghetti. You better not cock-block me on my date or I swear to God I’m shoving those unlimited breadsticks up your ass.”
Eddie stopped all of a sudden, the shirt in his grasp hanging limply in wait to be folded. The expression on his face was almost impossible to read. Richie felt his chest tighten.
“Eds? You alright?” Richie asked hesitantly. “Look, if the mom jokes are too much, I can ease off-“
“No it’s fine. It’s just that no one’s ever...” Eddie’s thought trailed off. “How much do you remember? About our childhood?”
Richie adjusted the shoulder strap of his bag and shrugged. “Not much. Bits and pieces used to come back in flashes but I couldn’t even figure out what the hell they all meant until I got here. It’s like some fucked up jigsaw puzzle that my brain’s still trying to put together.”
Eddie laid the shirt in his hands down on the bed and leaned against the wooden post. “It doesn’t make any sense, man. How can we be best friends for years and then suddenly forget everything about each other once we separate? You don’t just-“ Eddie swallowed. The worry lines on his brow were even deeper than before. “I saw you on TV — one of your comedy specials. I looked right at you and, even though I had never heard your name before I just got this feeling like...Like I knew you.”
Richie felt like his throat was going to collapse in on itself. If Eddie had gone through the same things he had, what kind of flashes had come to him over the years? What pieces of Richie Tozier had stuck in his brain?
“Did you finish the special?”
“God no. It was terrible. I don’t know who the dipshit is that writes your jokes but he fucking sucks.”
Richie grinned from ear to ear. “I’m firing him the second I get back to New York.”
Eddie returned his smile with one of his own. “Good. You’re ten times funnier than any of the shit he writes anyway.”
Richie’s breath hitched. “Holy shit, Eds.”
“What?” Eddie’s eyes grew wide with concern.
“I think that’s the first time you’ve ever complimented me,” Richie joked, stepping toward Eddie with his arms outstretched, “Come here you little Smurf. I always knew you secretly cared about me.”
“Fuck that. I take it back!” Eddie tried to slink out of the way but Richie scooped him into his arms and crushed his entire body in a bear hug.
Eddie groaned as Richie squeezed him. “You’re gonna give me an asthma attack.”
“You don’t even have asthma, fuckhead.”
Eddie went still in his grasp, his squirming ceasing without warning. He was quiet for a long moment. Richie swallowed and eased his hold, worried he had squeezed too hard and hurt Eddie. But instead of slipping out of the hug when the vice of Richie’s arms loosened, Eddie reached up and clutched at Richie’s jacket, hugging him back. Richie’s heart skipped a beat.
“I missed you,” Eddie mumbled lowly, “Even though I didn’t know it, I fucking missed you.”
Richie felt breathless. His eyes burned, threatening to form tears he never planned on shedding. He tightened his arms around Eddie again.
“You’re such a sap,” he murmured, “It’s a miracle you got a woman to marry your wussy ass.”
Eddie slammed the toe of his shoe into Richie’s shin just hard enough to really make him feel it. “Fuck you.”
Richie smiled despite the pain ringing in his leg. “Fuck you too, Eds.”
They hugged each other tightly for a good thirty seconds before Richie pried himself away. “Would you finish packing your shit so we can get the hell out of here?”
Eddie stumbled backward. “Fuck. Yeah. Gimme like ten minutes and I’ll meet you downstairs.”
“I’ll head down there now and make sure our psycho friends don’t summon the devil and get themselves murdered.”
“Good idea.”
Richie headed for the door only to pause in the doorframe when Eddie called his name. “What’s up?”
Eddie smirked, a familiar mischievous gleam in his eye that Richie had grown all too familiar with as a kid. “I probably should’ve told you this years ago but I fucked your mom.”
Richie rolled his eyes and flipped Eddie off. “Hurry up, asshole,” he grumbled before stepping out into the hall and leaving Eddie to finish packing.
As he made his way toward the staircase, Richie felt his chest swell with joy. Eddie had missed him just as much as he missed Eddie and, now that they were back together, they were joking with the same ease as they did when they were younger.
His entire adult life, Richie had wondered why he’d never fallen in love with anyone and now he understood why: Eddie Kaspbrak held his heart. Always had and always would.
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Smorgasbord Laughter is the Best Medicine - Hosts Debby Gies and Sally Cronin - Peacocks and Bilingual applicants
Smorgasbord Laughter is the Best Medicine – Hosts Debby Gies and Sally Cronin – Peacocks and Bilingual applicants
Treat yourself to some laughs, courtesy of Sally 😂
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Smorgasbord Laughter is the Best Medicine – The Senior Team pass the the funnies along – Aging and Catfish
Smorgasbord Laughter is the Best Medicine – The Senior Team pass the the funnies along – Aging and Catfish
My sister Diana and her friends have been busy the last week and here are some of their recent gems.Smorgasbord Laughter is the Best Medicine – The Senior Team pass the the funnies along – Aging and Catfish
Sometimes in life we really need a few chuckles. Here are some from Sally Cronin’s fabulous blog! Enjoy! Laughter is the best way to relieve stress! Take care.
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Smorgasbord Laughter is the Best Medicine - Hosts Debby Gies and Sally Cronin - Therapy Dogs and Age Memoire
Smorgasbord Laughter is the Best Medicine – Hosts Debby Gies and Sally Cronin – Therapy Dogs and Age Memoire
Firstly, some funnies from Debby Gies followed by some funnies from Sally. Thanks to those who share the funnies on the internet.
D.G. Writes is where you will find an archive full of wonderful posts across several subjects including writing tips, social issues and book reviews.
My thanks to Debby for excellent foraging
D. G. Kaye – Buy: Amazon US – And: Amazon UK Blog: D.G. Writes –…
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Smorgasbord Laughter is the Best Medicine - Hosts Debby Gies and Sally Cronin - Therapy Dogs and Age Memoire
Smorgasbord Laughter is the Best Medicine – Hosts Debby Gies and Sally Cronin – Therapy Dogs and Age Memoire
Firstly, some funnies from Debby Gies followed by some funnies from Sally. Thanks to those who share the funnies on the internet.
D.G. Writes is where you will find an archive full of wonderful posts across several subjects including writing tips, social issues and book reviews.
My thanks to Debby for excellent foraging
D. G. Kaye – Buy: Amazon US – And: Amazon UK Blog: D.G. Writes –…
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A Bit Of Humour To Start The Weekend
I’m sorry there was no music post this morning, but we had a family emergency last night and it is with a heavy heart that I have to tell you one of our Feral Five, Pandi, died last night. Needless to say, I’m not feeling much like wading into the political chaos today, so instead I am sharing Sally & Debby’s latest batch of Funnies … and they are great ones, guaranteed to make you chuckle! …
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Smorgasbord Laughter is the Best Medicine – Hosts Debby Gies and Sally Cronin – Rejects and Driving Tips
Smorgasbord Laughter is the Best Medicine – Hosts Debby Gies and Sally Cronin – Rejects and Driving Tips
Firstly, some funnies from Debby Gies followed by a joke or two from Sally. Thanks to those who share the funnies on the internet. D.G. Writes is …Smorgasbord Laughter is the Best Medicine – Hosts Debby Gies and Sally Cronin – Rejects and Driving Tips
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Smorgasbord Blog Magazine – Weekly Round Up – 4th – 10th July 2021 – 1970s Music, Green Kitchen, Poetry, Short Stories, Book Reviews, Children’s Books, Health and Humour
Smorgasbord Blog Magazine – Weekly Round Up – 4th – 10th July 2021 – 1970s Music, Green Kitchen, Poetry, Short Stories, Book Reviews, Children’s Books, Health and Humour
Hello and good afternoon from a wet and wild Thailand…we do have some brilliant tropical storms…I love a weekly roundup where I can get comfy, settle down and have a good read…Smorgasbord Magazine is no exception it is packed with music and we should all have music in our lives, health matters and yes it does especially as we age, humour…laughter is proven to be the best medicine and as Sally…
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