Stuff Your Stockings Winner and the Legend of The Flamingo Rustler

Posted: December 20, 2011 in Uncategorized

Well – what a wonderful event for Stuff Your Stockings Blog Hop – Thanks so much to Drea Becraft for putting it together. I loved every minute of it including your comments and new followers. You know what the world of Pinked is about – but how about the legend of The Flamingo Rustler – this bar has been around the block or two so let’s take a taste. Oh but first – the winners and the PDF copies will be coming from behalle@comcast.net

WINNERS – LISAGK  AND DEBBIE – TWO OF A KIND12  Congrats you guys!

THE LEGEND OF THE FLAMINGO RUSTLER

Mick St. Simon was a lonely and hardened man. Fresh from the horrors of World War II and his heart having been broken by the woman of his dreams, he moved to the United States from his native Australia. Prepared to become an accountant, he chose instead on a whim to purchase the seedy pub at the end of the street. Turning it into Mick’s Burgers, his Big Mick’s burger and fries became an instant hit.

The entire establishment flourished, that is until the golden arches entered the picture. The big wig operation threatened law suits galore and squeezed him bloody dry. He needed a change desperately.  As the era of drugs and wild sex took hold, he leased his shop and moved to San Francisco, taking up residence with a hot blond stripper and a Harley. As the days became endless nights of wanton sex and psychedelic drugs, he knew his future was at stake.

Finally leaving the hedonistic life for the sanctity of his burger joint, he found it in complete disrepair. As his disillusionment for the Vietnam war held his mind and his love for bikes grasped his soul, he turned the joint into a biker bar, and the Flamingo Rustler was born. Years later, he learned of a single heir. His namesake, Mick St. Simons, was an ostrich farmer in the wastelands near Melbourne and the only man he knew that could carry on his dream. And so, he willed his bar to his grandson, Mick.

Sadly, succumbing to his injuries suffered in a horrific accident on a Harley trip with his best friends at 78, the will called out to Mick in his home country. The place left to him, the only caveat was that he had to own the establishment for five full years. Young Mick, a rogue by reputation, knew what to do. Bikers no more, he changed the place into a neighborhood bar and grill adding a man cave, Lucifer’s Lair, in reverence to his grandfather. Many a tale could be told from the saucy darkened bar and hence the name…Tales from Lucifer’s Lair.

Thanks again and Merry Ho Ho

Ciao

Dakotah

 

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Comments
  1. VERY cool legend! Wow! Sounds like a book I’d love to read.
    Patti

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