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Awwww man, the Gardeners are back at it again- getting into the WEEDS of r/DnDAITA! Join us this week as Soren and Caitie get back into the thick of it: reading over some recent posts in the subreddit and handing out some judgements on who is or isn't the AO! So come grab a seat and listen in, as they parse through some wild situations! (and also spend some time reminding everyone how important proper grammar is)------------------------Edited by TJ (Teedge) Hargrove------------------------Todays Topics and Links:Post A)https://www.reddit.com/r/DnDAITA/comments/1ftipzl/softball_aita_for_adding_clinging_too_hard_to/ Post B)https://www.reddit.com/r/DnDAITA/comments/1iv91la/am_i_over_thinking_or_aita/Post C) https://www.reddit.com/r/DnDAITA/comments/1f0ebdu/aita_for_tpking_my_party_and_causing_someone_to/Post D)https://www.reddit.com/r/DnDAITA/comments/1b174dw/aita_for_targeting_the_tank_of_the_group/All Dungeons and Dragons resources cited fall under Fair Use via a Creative Commons by Share Alike 3.0 License.https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/------------------------Follow us on Insta ⁠⁠⁠@Chromatic_Roses⁠⁠⁠ https://www.instagram.com/chromatic_roses/Like us on Facebook at Chromatic Roseshttps://www.facebook.com/chromaticroses/Watch Caitie Stream on Twitch!https://www.twitch.tv/k80_13------------------------Sound effects by Pixabay and Floraphonichttps://pixabay.com/sound-effects/cute-level-up-1-189852/https://www.youtube.com/@floraphonicIntro and outro music - Follow Noah Trumble at https://www.instagram.com/trumbleygeek/Listen to Pearle Paradehttps://open.spotify.com/artist/5KCWCdwQ9y8ro53aTvKojo?si=hLT37hFBTOWsVnMeDdGQIg-------------------------Chapters-0:00:00 Intro0:01:34 A) Being Too Technical0:08:13 B) Over or under thinking?0:22:11 C) All drama all the time0:32:08 a quick PSA on grammar0:37:12 back to post 3 with comments0:58:44 RWI1:04:15 D) Consequences 1:17:40 Outty

This episode is for everyone who has contemplated opting out of a workout, a training cycle, a race, or, heck, even a book club! The guests are Train Like a Mother Clubcoaches Jennifer Harrison and Liz Waterstraat. With host Sarah Bowen Shea, the coaching duo discusses:  -how to reframe your notions about quitting;  -weighing the risk versus reward of not continuing; -the importance of learning how to suffer in order to improve;  -the logistics of dropping out of a race midway; and, -being strategic, instead of reactive, in your decision to move on.   Before the coaches start doling out wisdom and advice around 8:17, Coach Liz shares her 8-year-old son's goal list. (Awwww!) Later, Coach Jen details her on-going return from a debilitating injury.      When you shop our sponsors, you help AMR. We appreciate your—and their—support!   Get 20% off, plus free shipping, on all IQBar products by texting AMR to 64-000 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

WE SOLD OUR SOUL FOR THRASH is like the perfect blending of our Building The Perfect Thrash Album Vol. 1 episode from 2 years ago (Dec 8, 2022 to be exact) along with our We Sold Our Soul For Sabbath episode from March of 2024, with some ever so slight nuances to help keep things interesting.   As with our previous episodes which focused on various thrash bands from the days of yore (specifically the Top 10 Thrash Albums…And Then Some and Thrash Story Core episodes from way back in 2019, the Thrash Metal History ('81 to '87) episode from 2020, our Obscure Thrash episode from April 2021, and the most recent, our Thrash Family Tree episode from January 2024), we just decided to dig into our collective memory banks and pull up the bands and the tunes that help to make us feel more alive…sort of like the feeling “when a breeze blows past your bone”.   Similar to the above referenced thrash-centric episodes, the majority of the songs we discussed are by old school thrash bands we grew up with, many of which have “grown up” themselves and are still crushing, destroying, and head banging away to this very day worldwide.   Also note that, unlike We Sold Our Soul For Sabbath, this is not our version of a “thrash greatest hits” album (although it could certainly qualify as part of a multi-volume “Best of Thrash” box set). There were no repeats, and a few surprise choices that would have made us wet ourselves had we had access to it back in the day. There's no voting, there's no ranking, we're simply indulging in one of the greatest genres of metal ever to exist.   Prepare to behold another horrifying example of “vomit cuisine” after fixing yourself a heaping helping of “ham salad”, discover why “newd” is better than “all dressed” (especially when it comes to “slider buns”), learn why “the head game” is a good barometer for “the main course and the dessert” and worry not, because this episode is (for the most part) NOT “gonna end up being about roast beef sandwiches”.   Get ready to embrace your inner thrash bone and JOIN US for a dual named episode with one unified purpose, because since WE SOLD OUR SOUL FOR THRASH we are offering up to you our 2nd Installment of BUILDING THE PERFECT THRASH ALBUM. Visit www.metalnerdery.com/podcast for more on this episode Help Support Metal Nerdery https://www.patreon.com/metalnerderypodcast Leave us a Voicemail to be played on a future episode: 980-666-8182   Metal Nerdery Tees and Hoodies – metalnerdery.com/merch and kindly leave us a review and/or rating on the iTunes/Apple Podcasts - Spotify or your favorite Podcast app Listen on iTunes, Spotify, Podbean, or wherever you get your Podcasts. Follow us on the Socials: Facebook - Instagram - Twitter Email: metalnerdery@gmail.com Can't be LOUD Enough Playlist on Spotify Metal Nerdery Munchies on YouTube @metalnerderypodcast Show Notes: (00:01): “I figured out something the other day…”/ “Go ahead…with the thing that's going to be about #roastbeefsandwiches …”/ #perfection / “The key to doing an effective…#DonaldTrumpImpression …”/ “He's totally gonna come back…”/ “I'll start watching #CSPAN and jerking off…”/ #amitheonlydarkone? / ***WARNING: #listenerdiscretionisadvised *** / “Let me go kill the dogs, hold on…”/ #DecimationASMR / ***Side Note regarding  #housewolfrecords and #RichWard and #TheDukeOfMetal and #StuckMojo ***/ #Heavy1 #Rising / “Around the world in a #usedcondombasket …”/ ***WELCOME BACK TO THE METAL NERDERY PODCAST!!!*** / #suckingitdown / #thisepisodesbeeroftheepisode / #TerrapinBrewery #MooHoo #eightpointfiveABV / #RussellsAlcoholReflectionsASMR / “This is a beer…”/ #thickandfull / #TheVerdict / “Dave Ramsey…or Dave Portnoy?”   (07:37): “There's almost a #subpodcast about eating out and #shittippers and #hospitality and…”/ #wintertime / “Watched a couple of cool movies…”/ #SNL #SaturdayNightLive #CocaineAndChaos / “That should be the name of it…”/ #cocainestroke / #markthetime / #Filth / “It sounds dark and dirty and scary…”/ #whatsitcalled / “It's like #Snatch but with Scotsman and murder…”/ #BuyNow #Consumerism / “It is a cancer all unto it's own…”/ #massconsumerism #materialism / #NothingButAGoodTime #Audiobook / “Wait…there's a #Netflix2?”/ “#Hairmetal killed metal…”/ “The music industry does that with ANY genre…”/ “The most talented?” / “It's like going from #ShoutAtTheDevil to #TheaterOfPain…”/ #Winger / #ReallyTalentedHairMetal / “Empire was their #BlackAlbum …”/ “Can I trouble you for a #halfski?”   (17:56): PATREON SHOUT OUTS!!! / “I didn't say #shitfucking this time…”/ #Warning #MetalNerderyShirt / “Hopefully he gets laid for the front and the back…”/ #frontandback / #thickandfull / ***Give us a call and leave us a voicemail at 980-666-8182, email us at metalnerdery@gmail.com or check us out on the social media at #metalnerderypodcast *** / #oldschoolmetalnerdery #milley / “You've gotta tell the listeners what it is…”/ “It's not Phil…Jonathan maybe?”/ #ViolentMind aka #JonathanPhil / “We got another email…”/ “I like the paranormal…”/ #CorrosionOfConformity #LynyrdSkynyrdCover ON THE HUNT #Metallica #AYearAndAHalfInTheLife / “Is he from down under or is he from up top?” / “I've got a quick rant real quick…”/ #TeslaTruck #CyberTruck / “Dude, they're $85K, bro…”/ #bulletproof / “#RemoteViewing and #MKUltra is in full effect…”/ “Why not make bathrooms all stainless steel?”/ “You gonna go kill the dogs…again?” / “The state that sells the most electric cars has the most rolling blackouts…”/ #brightness and #brownouts    (29:00): #TheDocket METAL NERDERY PODCAST PRESENTS:  WE SOLD OUR SOULS FOR THRASH!!! / #tobefair to episode 172…we can't repeat…/ “We're not voting…”/ #Metallica HELPLESS (The $5.98 EP – Garage Days Re-Revisited – 1987) / “Imagine…#Justice with that mix…”/ #TurnItOffNow / “Let it ring out…”/ #metalconspiracytheories / “It's Sunday, it's a good day for it…”/ #Forbidden ONE FOOT IN HELL (Twisted Into Form – 1990) / “That'll clean you out on a Sunday…”/ “It gets me in the mood today…”/ #Slayer GHOSTS OF WAR (South Of Heaven – 1988)  / #perfecttiming #CBLE / “When you have a moment…it's like when a breeze blows past your bone…” / #TheLastWillAndTestament #Opeth / “Remember those #PepperidgeFarm cakes? It's like that, but it's metal…”   (43:40): “Canadians, they like #AllDressed…”/ “I want mine #newd man…I like my chips newd…”/ #SacredReich SURF NICARAGUA (Surf Nicaragua – 1988) / “HaHA!”/ “QT is supposed to have #freeair WTF!?” / #WrathchildAmerica GENTLEMAN DEATH (3D – 1991) and also // (PARALLELS) / “Can we have a replacement?” / “11?”/ “We should give ourselves at least one or two #getoutofjailfreecards …”/ ***Go check out #SoulsAtZero “A Taste For The Perverse” ***/ #sliderbuns / “Wait a minute, he said #doubleup what do you mean by that?” / #TheAccused THE BAG LADY SONG (Martha Splatterhead's Maddest Stories Ever Told – 1988) / “You either get it or you don't…”/ “You either like it…or you don't…there's no middle ground…” / “That's a great house…”/ “Isn't there a difference between 70's and 80's…versus now…?” / “Whatever, it's the same thing…” / “I can't get my mouth around all of it…”/ “If the NIP is that big…”   (1:01:24): “I'm having a hard time…”/ #Anthrax I AM THE LAW (Among The Living – 1987) / #thickandfull / “Who's Anderson?”/ “I feel like that guy would whoop his ass!”/ “Might even penetrate him, you never know…sometimes it happens…”/ ***NOTE:  Go check out our #RobDukes #Exodus episode*** / #Exodus RAZE (Shovel Headed Kill Machine – 2005) / “Having kids, having families, getting divorces…”/ “I don't know if I can top that…”/ #ExodusTingle / “I suck at gambling, dude…”/ #Forbidden THROUGH EYES OF GLASS (Forbidden Evil – 1988)  / “STFU right now!” / #onmicburp / #weedlywooASMR / “Somebody, back in the day…”/ “Now he's gonna shit all over singers…”/ #ThrashMetal #InstagramPage / “They're kinda the same thing…”/ “I got one…”/ “That sounds like that would have been right at home in 1986…”/ #Pantera DEATH RATTLE (Reinventing The Steel – 2000)    (1:15:40): “How many more are we gonna do?” / #Slayer CAST THE FIRST STONE (Repentless – 2015) / “I learned from the master…do it again…”/ “You're gacking…gacking is a thing…”/ “If your #headgame is good…the assumption is…”/ #appetizers #maincourse #dessert / #StormtroopersOfDeath #SOD SPEAK ENGLISH OR DIE (Speak English Or Die – 1985) / #Metallica WHIPLASH (Kill ‘Em All – 1983) / “The first Metallica song I ever heard in my life…”/ “AWWWW, fuckin' DAMN!!!” / #Testament FALL OF SIPLEDOME (The Gathering – 1999) #whatsitcalled? #metalasfuck / “I've been missing out…”/ #HamSalad #BigDaddysBBQPit / “No, his voice got better…”/ “I don't normally pick THIS band…”/ “You know what I like even less than that?”/ #Anthrax INDIANS (Among The Living – 1987) / “The show has…grown…and has gotten ever so much better…”/ ***THANK YOU FOR JOINING US!!!*** / #untilthenext #outroreel 

I hear no voices in my head And from what I can tell There are none, Only frequencies, And frequencies, And frequencies And recently I've been eating Whatever it is that suits me, Though not whenever And everyday I wish I were A little bit better off A little less bitter A little higher up A little lighter skin A little lighter, Like a feather Wish Misinformed imperfection Military introspection Complexities and such Division and acknowledgement Of no higher power other than One's own Sacred stones; Sorry stories, Sinister canisters of Abandonment Unintentional neglect, depression Non-representation Don't participate in it, If there's nothing there for you Fair hero, Your story was worn in As your uniform, Not new and polished at all And in disposition, regulation, But already threaded to have been Camped in, and eventually— Left to die, then Recovered autonomously. Riverbend, will you wither here In less than a year, I beg for death And still was pardoned, Still I was sacrificed; Still, I was pardoned —still, I was sacrificed. I had not expected to hang this low Without having been picked Or falling to seed anew. I had not bittered, nor broken Nor bittered, nor broken And still I was pardoned, Still I was sacrificed Still I was pardoned, and still I was sacrificed Death comes in tolls Knock the door once Death comes in soft warnings I didn't want to hurt her; I didn't want to harm her Suddenly my heart died, Suddenly on front lines with no boots And no armor, No shield and no cannons, No sword at all, and still I was pardoned I had not bittered, nor broken Nor bittered, nor broken And still I was pardoned, Still I was sacrificed Still I was pardoned, and still I was sacrificed Secrets of the Illuminati Elite. Kamala. Mm. When was the last time you cried? —. … —I— have never cried. I believe you. {Enter The Multiverse} I hadn't been planning on writing at all, and leaving the house—the last time I had taken the risk of doing so on such a day, I was nearly trampled by beady eyed racists in MAGA hats and star spangled banner t-shirts— glared, shoved and patonized—and what's worse— I had been 8 months pregnant. Maybe it was worse in that aspect, I was part of the problem. But— What was the actual problem again? Never ever pay you fares for ferry, fairy monster Never prick for pixies, golden dust and megapixels, Whimsical, into the ore and out of the forest, Disassociate before it's too late! The propaganda of the product. The human American. The human— American. dare I to wander? Dare I to dream! Then I was wicked; I was wicked I was wicked I had grown so dark And so tall the tree Still untouched by any or all Still untouched by mankind, it is Still untouched by mankind, by many By many By many By many By many. Bye Annie. Buy again Buy buy baby Buy all you can while you still come Christmas is coming Out and unleashed is the dragon How's that spiced cider And a song, For your coloring books and Maps to scale Your coloring books And maps to scale Wayfinder Wayfinder Bury you hither Bury you hidden Hypocrisy, hypocracy Hydroponic cry for help A wish to window seat Then, and there Then, and there Northernbound, Wayfinder The end of us The taking of tire marks. Just a smidgen armegeddon of corn syrup And tears on the brink of falling over the shores to the well The velvet windows, winds on lips and colors red on purple Color red on purple Hypocrisy! Wait for it, Wait to call the number Wait to up the bridge To tie the noose To hang from rope Hypocrisy! A far cry. The way to the wind is the chalice. There it was, the ocean, And still sparked untruth from foraged windspoke There were 5 of us there And then four And then 5 once more And now 9 we have gathered. More coffee. I'm gonna fucking kill myself. Finally. More coffee? Might as well be awake for this. Another unremarkable opera From the democrat Waiting conversavive Republican Oh, no Bananas are always in season Oh, right; There's always a time Where Mango fruit does indeed fall In full bloom In fall, doom and gloom Assumingly Tune in now, It's on every TV In the meridian It's on every channel In the Bermuda Triangle It's on every Christmas tree At the top each year— So, A star, Or an angel! A star, Or an angel. Preach Choir, And let us all revel In the absolute sweetness Of Drew Barrymore. Aw-men. Awwww man. Awwwwwwwwwwwewee And I'm in awe of it all Isn't it awful, how I could have bought a CBS sponsored waffle iron From Walmart But instead invested in ending this depression Single-handedly with home remedies Of medication And botanicals From the garden of Eden forgotten, Perhaps only as steady inward, or in reverse As I had thought to run or shuffle A Madonna (That's roughly 7 miles) There were ten of us there, Then nine, Then none at all, Now ten again, Before only 5 and then 4 And then 3, Two of them none, and nine become one Against another And again, the atom has split Lightning has stuck God has come The song is sung, I'm still strung up on the rafters, Or what have you What a beautiful and pitiful Jack o'lantern What a disaster, after all— There was no end. Whatsoever! Ring the division bell, Come around now, Download the abounding Clocks set forward And moving in circular motion Clouded judgement, now, Hounding is the crown of a thought Though heavy is the gold in which has made the kingdom, There was love in words And food for throught And foreign tongue, Born outright fury, Fury Fury Hands down, master, Does not that ask I Of what you now now comes next Farewell bid you , I In the where-well I parted, Never once a king, but a god And never once a man, But a time Willing and ready for attack, goes the king Waiting and running full force into front lines Sure to be killed in battle, But killed in honor Of those come before And now waiting to be born, also So take it next to sacrament, On uour alter With your sacred prayers and scented candles What we are and the time we came, What as, The tails of asunder, The other world of wonder l l l Come chorus, Come choir, Come individual countrymen Come focus this attention deficit, This intrinsic thought form, Has indoctorined your subculture. Sim…sim…sim— why are they all sims? I don't know: This one's vaping essential oils. How do you know? I know the smell of a lavender and eucaputus oil blend. What does that mean? I must be at a spa somewhere. At a spa?! Sleeping to death? Could a been a slip and fall… They're very relaxing. …Equinox. What. Equinox fitness. I'm at.. Equinox fitness. You died at the equinox fitness? In the— steamroom. Are you sure it's not the sauna? Heavy on the eucalyptus oil. Then again, here I was Infinite and insecure, Unsure of anything but the establishment so far and just however everything you were Was nothing for gain and everything I was, Was just to be there. And again, easy for the mobs And ready for the torches and ready for the torture And ready for the rapture On hard diets and tied to our l forests. Forfitture. Misaligned and malnourished, Tied to our desks and wondering Unsolved problems and foreign language dialects, Social repressions and expressions of forgiveness, though somehow apologetic, Or with any indifference at all With any indifference at all . Something overcomes whatever we were in that moment And here we are, Again, Exactly what became of the thoughts you had for us— The things you gave us a name to You did make us And here in the suffer-he, We all fall, like water over Niagara Or the last rainfall on earth did. (The rains it never came again, And then the ocean turned to mud, And soon to dust, shortly thereafter in your time While in our time, The thing of light, Nothing really at all, But in your way, many lifetimes, and almost too many even to tie to your number, I. The most, you know, That you can hope for, my dear King, is a fair fight And then as it were, nothing at all were fair, In this life or any, But the skin and eyes of the enemy, The wool of the sheep of course, and the color of cotton. Therefore you shall too understand this music. And nothing my dear king begins without another ending, And all the same is nothing and everything Everyone and no one, Here and nowhere at all, And so it has come— And therefore, I too, shall understand these things again. Try to remember your honor, at the resting tip of the diamond, and at the unburdened idea of circumstance, The rush of August, the cinema tongue And cheek, The blood drawn and again the awakening, The fertile flower and the dove, And the greatness of all that was, which was— In my past, as you call now and present, But again also may come, in aptitude to darkness. Farewell, my great, my son and daughter, my king of glory, and farewell to change! Farewell to fall and farewell to spring, farewell to summer And very well gone are the oars of the boat which has sunken, and your oars, your arms, And your tide, my own A breath so shallow almost forgotten, To no wind a sail, And another great misfortune has come, To wonder besides us, What art thou. And then, what are I? If none. If none, I call, and If none, I shatter. If none, I fall, And if none, I shatter If none, I call And if none, I matter. Then. Then and so. Then and so very well All and all And all in all, we all were Abandoned. No trauma form, The faceless god. No trauma form, the faceless God, Unknowing of what the world's rules are, And of course, then coming Unknown at all to another, and yet To humankind, all knowing of all things And being embodied as one, Then another, and some all The faceless God, as we all are, The faceless God, whom we all mock And The Faceless God, free from the burden of trauma, In wanting and unknown, The truth in all things, Taking all forms and all bodies, As the time comes upon us, To walk towards the light and To free ourselves from all time In all ways. Steady, shook, and window watching She did not wave To die today. To die today. To die to day. Is to die at all, not once, but all times Forever. It'll come harder the next time I promise. At my wits, as the man who had sworn my death now some see fit to wear a crown, A crown such as I had earned, by death and by will But he, by birth and by blood and wrong done. Woe is this! Hellicopter, Hellicopter Spin me round right round to where you hand And as I gallantly had planned to cross, I still hadn't lay last I her embarques all for free and care of down down, now I see something like home, over water The water had music, And the waves had tongues, The smell of gas I cherished and did breathe deepl, as sudden to come, I was as far as I had ever been, and as lonely as I always was, but still, mi finally walk on water To lululu buy a song, No price, but with time does come the cost and to live as though I always was, here, before the land was born And the oceans had parted, as something known As just a thought {I_NY.} I don't want it that much, nor do I need it, And stillc here I am, Watching Madame President. Today ought to be the day for the occult, The hymn of the omens And all polished the dolls, waiting the words And worse off, Astonishing The seagulls song had sung The flight has flown The dance was talked about But never coreographed I never even saw the lighthouse; And you're just a face in the crowd Can you see yourself in me? Do you hope to, like I do you? I don't have that disaster. I really don't have that conquest. I doubt you'd the answer The system, the sacrifice, the annex, Get out of my alignment m Decide to assign you Resign your retirements For the full four for the full force The best place to live is La. , but next comes New York, if you're— [America Runs on Dunkin] I don't know where I was going Damn that train. —Actually, it was a boat. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

I hear no voices in my head And from what I can tell There are none, Only frequencies, And frequencies, And frequencies And recently I've been eating Whatever it is that suits me, Though not whenever And everyday I wish I were A little bit better off A little less bitter A little higher up A little lighter skin A little lighter, Like a feather Wish Misinformed imperfection Military introspection Complexities and such Division and acknowledgement Of no higher power other than One's own Sacred stones; Sorry stories, Sinister canisters of Abandonment Unintentional neglect, depression Non-representation Don't participate in it, If there's nothing there for you Fair hero, Your story was worn in As your uniform, Not new and polished at all And in disposition, regulation, But already threaded to have been Camped in, and eventually— Left to die, then Recovered autonomously. Riverbend, will you wither here In less than a year, I beg for death And still was pardoned, Still I was sacrificed; Still, I was pardoned —still, I was sacrificed. I had not expected to hang this low Without having been picked Or falling to seed anew. I had not bittered, nor broken Nor bittered, nor broken And still I was pardoned, Still I was sacrificed Still I was pardoned, and still I was sacrificed Death comes in tolls Knock the door once Death comes in soft warnings I didn't want to hurt her; I didn't want to harm her Suddenly my heart died, Suddenly on front lines with no boots And no armor, No shield and no cannons, No sword at all, and still I was pardoned I had not bittered, nor broken Nor bittered, nor broken And still I was pardoned, Still I was sacrificed Still I was pardoned, and still I was sacrificed Secrets of the Illuminati Elite. Kamala. Mm. When was the last time you cried? —. … —I— have never cried. I believe you. {Enter The Multiverse} I hadn't been planning on writing at all, and leaving the house—the last time I had taken the risk of doing so on such a day, I was nearly trampled by beady eyed racists in MAGA hats and star spangled banner t-shirts— glared, shoved and patonized—and what's worse— I had been 8 months pregnant. Maybe it was worse in that aspect, I was part of the problem. But— What was the actual problem again? Never ever pay you fares for ferry, fairy monster Never prick for pixies, golden dust and megapixels, Whimsical, into the ore and out of the forest, Disassociate before it's too late! The propaganda of the product. The human American. The human— American. dare I to wander? Dare I to dream! Then I was wicked; I was wicked I was wicked I had grown so dark And so tall the tree Still untouched by any or all Still untouched by mankind, it is Still untouched by mankind, by many By many By many By many By many. Bye Annie. Buy again Buy buy baby Buy all you can while you still come Christmas is coming Out and unleashed is the dragon How's that spiced cider And a song, For your coloring books and Maps to scale Your coloring books And maps to scale Wayfinder Wayfinder Bury you hither Bury you hidden Hypocrisy, hypocracy Hydroponic cry for help A wish to window seat Then, and there Then, and there Northernbound, Wayfinder The end of us The taking of tire marks. Just a smidgen armegeddon of corn syrup And tears on the brink of falling over the shores to the well The velvet windows, winds on lips and colors red on purple Color red on purple Hypocrisy! Wait for it, Wait to call the number Wait to up the bridge To tie the noose To hang from rope Hypocrisy! A far cry. The way to the wind is the chalice. There it was, the ocean, And still sparked untruth from foraged windspoke There were 5 of us there And then four And then 5 once more And now 9 we have gathered. More coffee. I'm gonna fucking kill myself. Finally. More coffee? Might as well be awake for this. Another unremarkable opera From the democrat Waiting conversavive Republican Oh, no Bananas are always in season Oh, right; There's always a time Where Mango fruit does indeed fall In full bloom In fall, doom and gloom Assumingly Tune in now, It's on every TV In the meridian It's on every channel In the Bermuda Triangle It's on every Christmas tree At the top each year— So, A star, Or an angel! A star, Or an angel. Preach Choir, And let us all revel In the absolute sweetness Of Drew Barrymore. Aw-men. Awwww man. Awwwwwwwwwwwewee And I'm in awe of it all Isn't it awful, how I could have bought a CBS sponsored waffle iron From Walmart But instead invested in ending this depression Single-handedly with home remedies Of medication And botanicals From the garden of Eden forgotten, Perhaps only as steady inward, or in reverse As I had thought to run or shuffle A Madonna (That's roughly 7 miles) There were ten of us there, Then nine, Then none at all, Now ten again, Before only 5 and then 4 And then 3, Two of them none, and nine become one Against another And again, the atom has split Lightning has stuck God has come The song is sung, I'm still strung up on the rafters, Or what have you What a beautiful and pitiful Jack o'lantern What a disaster, after all— There was no end. Whatsoever! Ring the division bell, Come around now, Download the abounding Clocks set forward And moving in circular motion Clouded judgement, now, Hounding is the crown of a thought Though heavy is the gold in which has made the kingdom, There was love in words And food for throught And foreign tongue, Born outright fury, Fury Fury Hands down, master, Does not that ask I Of what you now now comes next Farewell bid you , I In the where-well I parted, Never once a king, but a god And never once a man, But a time Willing and ready for attack, goes the king Waiting and running full force into front lines Sure to be killed in battle, But killed in honor Of those come before And now waiting to be born, also So take it next to sacrament, On uour alter With your sacred prayers and scented candles What we are and the time we came, What as, The tails of asunder, The other world of wonder l l l Come chorus, Come choir, Come individual countrymen Come focus this attention deficit, This intrinsic thought form, Has indoctorined your subculture. Sim…sim…sim— why are they all sims? I don't know: This one's vaping essential oils. How do you know? I know the smell of a lavender and eucaputus oil blend. What does that mean? I must be at a spa somewhere. At a spa?! Sleeping to death? Could a been a slip and fall… They're very relaxing. …Equinox. What. Equinox fitness. I'm at.. Equinox fitness. You died at the equinox fitness? In the— steamroom. Are you sure it's not the sauna? Heavy on the eucalyptus oil. Then again, here I was Infinite and insecure, Unsure of anything but the establishment so far and just however everything you were Was nothing for gain and everything I was, Was just to be there. And again, easy for the mobs And ready for the torches and ready for the torture And ready for the rapture On hard diets and tied to our l forests. Forfitture. Misaligned and malnourished, Tied to our desks and wondering Unsolved problems and foreign language dialects, Social repressions and expressions of forgiveness, though somehow apologetic, Or with any indifference at all With any indifference at all . Something overcomes whatever we were in that moment And here we are, Again, Exactly what became of the thoughts you had for us— The things you gave us a name to You did make us And here in the suffer-he, We all fall, like water over Niagara Or the last rainfall on earth did. (The rains it never came again, And then the ocean turned to mud, And soon to dust, shortly thereafter in your time While in our time, The thing of light, Nothing really at all, But in your way, many lifetimes, and almost too many even to tie to your number, I. The most, you know, That you can hope for, my dear King, is a fair fight And then as it were, nothing at all were fair, In this life or any, But the skin and eyes of the enemy, The wool of the sheep of course, and the color of cotton. Therefore you shall too understand this music. And nothing my dear king begins without another ending, And all the same is nothing and everything Everyone and no one, Here and nowhere at all, And so it has come— And therefore, I too, shall understand these things again. Try to remember your honor, at the resting tip of the diamond, and at the unburdened idea of circumstance, The rush of August, the cinema tongue And cheek, The blood drawn and again the awakening, The fertile flower and the dove, And the greatness of all that was, which was— In my past, as you call now and present, But again also may come, in aptitude to darkness. Farewell, my great, my son and daughter, my king of glory, and farewell to change! Farewell to fall and farewell to spring, farewell to summer And very well gone are the oars of the boat which has sunken, and your oars, your arms, And your tide, my own A breath so shallow almost forgotten, To no wind a sail, And another great misfortune has come, To wonder besides us, What art thou. And then, what are I? If none. If none, I call, and If none, I shatter. If none, I fall, And if none, I shatter If none, I call And if none, I matter. Then. Then and so. Then and so very well All and all And all in all, we all were Abandoned. No trauma form, The faceless god. No trauma form, the faceless God, Unknowing of what the world's rules are, And of course, then coming Unknown at all to another, and yet To humankind, all knowing of all things And being embodied as one, Then another, and some all The faceless God, as we all are, The faceless God, whom we all mock And The Faceless God, free from the burden of trauma, In wanting and unknown, The truth in all things, Taking all forms and all bodies, As the time comes upon us, To walk towards the light and To free ourselves from all time In all ways. Steady, shook, and window watching She did not wave To die today. To die today. To die to day. Is to die at all, not once, but all times Forever. It'll come harder the next time I promise. At my wits, as the man who had sworn my death now some see fit to wear a crown, A crown such as I had earned, by death and by will But he, by birth and by blood and wrong done. Woe is this! Hellicopter, Hellicopter Spin me round right round to where you hand And as I gallantly had planned to cross, I still hadn't lay last I her embarques all for free and care of down down, now I see something like home, over water The water had music, And the waves had tongues, The smell of gas I cherished and did breathe deepl, as sudden to come, I was as far as I had ever been, and as lonely as I always was, but still, mi finally walk on water To lululu buy a song, No price, but with time does come the cost and to live as though I always was, here, before the land was born And the oceans had parted, as something known As just a thought {I_NY.} I don't want it that much, nor do I need it, And stillc here I am, Watching Madame President. Today ought to be the day for the occult, The hymn of the omens And all polished the dolls, waiting the words And worse off, Astonishing The seagulls song had sung The flight has flown The dance was talked about But never coreographed I never even saw the lighthouse; And you're just a face in the crowd Can you see yourself in me? Do you hope to, like I do you? I don't have that disaster. I really don't have that conquest. I doubt you'd the answer The system, the sacrifice, the annex, Get out of my alignment m Decide to assign you Resign your retirements For the full four for the full force The best place to live is La. , but next comes New York, if you're— [America Runs on Dunkin] I don't know where I was going Damn that train. —Actually, it was a boat. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

I hear no voices in my head And from what I can tell There are none, Only frequencies, And frequencies, And frequencies And recently I've been eating Whatever it is that suits me, Though not whenever And everyday I wish I were A little bit better off A little less bitter A little higher up A little lighter skin A little lighter, Like a feather Wish Misinformed imperfection Military introspection Complexities and such Division and acknowledgement Of no higher power other than One's own Sacred stones; Sorry stories, Sinister canisters of Abandonment Unintentional neglect, depression Non-representation Don't participate in it, If there's nothing there for you Fair hero, Your story was worn in As your uniform, Not new and polished at all And in disposition, regulation, But already threaded to have been Camped in, and eventually— Left to die, then Recovered autonomously. Riverbend, will you wither here In less than a year, I beg for death And still was pardoned, Still I was sacrificed; Still, I was pardoned —still, I was sacrificed. I had not expected to hang this low Without having been picked Or falling to seed anew. I had not bittered, nor broken Nor bittered, nor broken And still I was pardoned, Still I was sacrificed Still I was pardoned, and still I was sacrificed Death comes in tolls Knock the door once Death comes in soft warnings I didn't want to hurt her; I didn't want to harm her Suddenly my heart died, Suddenly on front lines with no boots And no armor, No shield and no cannons, No sword at all, and still I was pardoned I had not bittered, nor broken Nor bittered, nor broken And still I was pardoned, Still I was sacrificed Still I was pardoned, and still I was sacrificed Secrets of the Illuminati Elite. Kamala. Mm. When was the last time you cried? —. … —I— have never cried. I believe you. {Enter The Multiverse} I hadn't been planning on writing at all, and leaving the house—the last time I had taken the risk of doing so on such a day, I was nearly trampled by beady eyed racists in MAGA hats and star spangled banner t-shirts— glared, shoved and patonized—and what's worse— I had been 8 months pregnant. Maybe it was worse in that aspect, I was part of the problem. But— What was the actual problem again? Never ever pay you fares for ferry, fairy monster Never prick for pixies, golden dust and megapixels, Whimsical, into the ore and out of the forest, Disassociate before it's too late! The propaganda of the product. The human American. The human— American. dare I to wander? Dare I to dream! Then I was wicked; I was wicked I was wicked I had grown so dark And so tall the tree Still untouched by any or all Still untouched by mankind, it is Still untouched by mankind, by many By many By many By many By many. Bye Annie. Buy again Buy buy baby Buy all you can while you still come Christmas is coming Out and unleashed is the dragon How's that spiced cider And a song, For your coloring books and Maps to scale Your coloring books And maps to scale Wayfinder Wayfinder Bury you hither Bury you hidden Hypocrisy, hypocracy Hydroponic cry for help A wish to window seat Then, and there Then, and there Northernbound, Wayfinder The end of us The taking of tire marks. Just a smidgen armegeddon of corn syrup And tears on the brink of falling over the shores to the well The velvet windows, winds on lips and colors red on purple Color red on purple Hypocrisy! Wait for it, Wait to call the number Wait to up the bridge To tie the noose To hang from rope Hypocrisy! A far cry. The way to the wind is the chalice. There it was, the ocean, And still sparked untruth from foraged windspoke There were 5 of us there And then four And then 5 once more And now 9 we have gathered. More coffee. I'm gonna fucking kill myself. Finally. More coffee? Might as well be awake for this. Another unremarkable opera From the democrat Waiting conversavive Republican Oh, no Bananas are always in season Oh, right; There's always a time Where Mango fruit does indeed fall In full bloom In fall, doom and gloom Assumingly Tune in now, It's on every TV In the meridian It's on every channel In the Bermuda Triangle It's on every Christmas tree At the top each year— So, A star, Or an angel! A star, Or an angel. Preach Choir, And let us all revel In the absolute sweetness Of Drew Barrymore. Aw-men. Awwww man. Awwwwwwwwwwwewee And I'm in awe of it all Isn't it awful, how I could have bought a CBS sponsored waffle iron From Walmart But instead invested in ending this depression Single-handedly with home remedies Of medication And botanicals From the garden of Eden forgotten, Perhaps only as steady inward, or in reverse As I had thought to run or shuffle A Madonna (That's roughly 7 miles) There were ten of us there, Then nine, Then none at all, Now ten again, Before only 5 and then 4 And then 3, Two of them none, and nine become one Against another And again, the atom has split Lightning has stuck God has come The song is sung, I'm still strung up on the rafters, Or what have you What a beautiful and pitiful Jack o'lantern What a disaster, after all— There was no end. Whatsoever! Ring the division bell, Come around now, Download the abounding Clocks set forward And moving in circular motion Clouded judgement, now, Hounding is the crown of a thought Though heavy is the gold in which has made the kingdom, There was love in words And food for throught And foreign tongue, Born outright fury, Fury Fury Hands down, master, Does not that ask I Of what you now now comes next Farewell bid you , I In the where-well I parted, Never once a king, but a god And never once a man, But a time Willing and ready for attack, goes the king Waiting and running full force into front lines Sure to be killed in battle, But killed in honor Of those come before And now waiting to be born, also So take it next to sacrament, On uour alter With your sacred prayers and scented candles What we are and the time we came, What as, The tails of asunder, The other world of wonder l l l Come chorus, Come choir, Come individual countrymen Come focus this attention deficit, This intrinsic thought form, Has indoctorined your subculture. Sim…sim…sim— why are they all sims? I don't know: This one's vaping essential oils. How do you know? I know the smell of a lavender and eucaputus oil blend. What does that mean? I must be at a spa somewhere. At a spa?! Sleeping to death? Could a been a slip and fall… They're very relaxing. …Equinox. What. Equinox fitness. I'm at.. Equinox fitness. You died at the equinox fitness? In the— steamroom. Are you sure it's not the sauna? Heavy on the eucalyptus oil. Then again, here I was Infinite and insecure, Unsure of anything but the establishment so far and just however everything you were Was nothing for gain and everything I was, Was just to be there. And again, easy for the mobs And ready for the torches and ready for the torture And ready for the rapture On hard diets and tied to our l forests. Forfitture. Misaligned and malnourished, Tied to our desks and wondering Unsolved problems and foreign language dialects, Social repressions and expressions of forgiveness, though somehow apologetic, Or with any indifference at all With any indifference at all . Something overcomes whatever we were in that moment And here we are, Again, Exactly what became of the thoughts you had for us— The things you gave us a name to You did make us And here in the suffer-he, We all fall, like water over Niagara Or the last rainfall on earth did. (The rains it never came again, And then the ocean turned to mud, And soon to dust, shortly thereafter in your time While in our time, The thing of light, Nothing really at all, But in your way, many lifetimes, and almost too many even to tie to your number, I. The most, you know, That you can hope for, my dear King, is a fair fight And then as it were, nothing at all were fair, In this life or any, But the skin and eyes of the enemy, The wool of the sheep of course, and the color of cotton. Therefore you shall too understand this music. And nothing my dear king begins without another ending, And all the same is nothing and everything Everyone and no one, Here and nowhere at all, And so it has come— And therefore, I too, shall understand these things again. Try to remember your honor, at the resting tip of the diamond, and at the unburdened idea of circumstance, The rush of August, the cinema tongue And cheek, The blood drawn and again the awakening, The fertile flower and the dove, And the greatness of all that was, which was— In my past, as you call now and present, But again also may come, in aptitude to darkness. Farewell, my great, my son and daughter, my king of glory, and farewell to change! Farewell to fall and farewell to spring, farewell to summer And very well gone are the oars of the boat which has sunken, and your oars, your arms, And your tide, my own A breath so shallow almost forgotten, To no wind a sail, And another great misfortune has come, To wonder besides us, What art thou. And then, what are I? If none. If none, I call, and If none, I shatter. If none, I fall, And if none, I shatter If none, I call And if none, I matter. Then. Then and so. Then and so very well All and all And all in all, we all were Abandoned. No trauma form, The faceless god. No trauma form, the faceless God, Unknowing of what the world's rules are, And of course, then coming Unknown at all to another, and yet To humankind, all knowing of all things And being embodied as one, Then another, and some all The faceless God, as we all are, The faceless God, whom we all mock And The Faceless God, free from the burden of trauma, In wanting and unknown, The truth in all things, Taking all forms and all bodies, As the time comes upon us, To walk towards the light and To free ourselves from all time In all ways. Steady, shook, and window watching She did not wave To die today. To die today. To die to day. Is to die at all, not once, but all times Forever. It'll come harder the next time I promise. At my wits, as the man who had sworn my death now some see fit to wear a crown, A crown such as I had earned, by death and by will But he, by birth and by blood and wrong done. Woe is this! Hellicopter, Hellicopter Spin me round right round to where you hand And as I gallantly had planned to cross, I still hadn't lay last I her embarques all for free and care of down down, now I see something like home, over water The water had music, And the waves had tongues, The smell of gas I cherished and did breathe deepl, as sudden to come, I was as far as I had ever been, and as lonely as I always was, but still, mi finally walk on water To lululu buy a song, No price, but with time does come the cost and to live as though I always was, here, before the land was born And the oceans had parted, as something known As just a thought {I_NY.} I don't want it that much, nor do I need it, And stillc here I am, Watching Madame President. Today ought to be the day for the occult, The hymn of the omens And all polished the dolls, waiting the words And worse off, Astonishing The seagulls song had sung The flight has flown The dance was talked about But never coreographed I never even saw the lighthouse; And you're just a face in the crowd Can you see yourself in me? Do you hope to, like I do you? I don't have that disaster. I really don't have that conquest. I doubt you'd the answer The system, the sacrifice, the annex, Get out of my alignment m Decide to assign you Resign your retirements For the full four for the full force The best place to live is La. , but next comes New York, if you're— [America Runs on Dunkin] I don't know where I was going Damn that train. —Actually, it was a boat. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

Un día como todos pero distinto. Hoy hablamos de Meteoro y de lo importante de la vida: los amigos y la gente que te quiere y queremos. Awwww... 

Awwww yeah, we're back in the Tchaikovskyverse doing a hecking socialism crossbred with philosophy of mind. Most importantly, there's tentacles! Alien Clay: https://www.amazon.com/Alien-Clay-Adrian-Tchaikovsky/dp/1035013746 Low-road Capitalism article: https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2019/08/14/magazine/slavery-capitalism.html Support us at Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/0G Join our Facebook discussion group (make sure to answer the questions to join): https://www.facebook.com/groups/985828008244018/ Email us at: philosophersinspace@gmail.com If you have time, please write us a review on iTunes. It really really helps. Please and thank you! Music by Thomas Smith: https://seriouspod.com/ Sibling shows: Embrace the Void: https://voidpod.com/ Content Preview: Alien Clay and the Complexity Theory of Consciousness

In this episode Alyssa is joined by Captain Scoot to discuss the history of Taste of Chicago. Was Chicago Fest the earlier version? Not really. We discuss the highs and lows while dispelling some Chicago lore. Show Notes: DNA Info: The First Taste Of Chicago Was On The Magnificent Mile ... And Packed NBC Chicago: “Boooo! Awwww!” NBC Chicago: City Cancels Fireworks at ‘Taste' Chicago Tribune: Boy left at Taste still waits for mom ABC: Food Festival Makes More Than 100 Sick WTTW: What Happened With Chicago's Parking Meter Deal? Chicago Tribune: Music lovers mourn Jimmy Damon, classic Chicago lounge singer Block Club Chicago: South Side Alderman Pledges To Sleep Outside On Troubled Block For A ‘Few Weeks' To Deter Crime The Daily Meal: How The Taste Of Chicago Food Festival Became An Instant Success Read More: https://www.thedailymeal.com/1383889/how-taste-of-chicago-became-instant-success/ Sport Business Journal: Chicago Street Race set to return in '24 despite costs to the city, less impact than expected Chicago Tribune: History of Taste, back to 1980 Lincoln Presidential Library: CHICAGOFEST CST: City Hall got $1M in fees after Sun-Times asked promoters, teams: Why haven't you paid up CST: Michigan Avenue, once a picture-perfect postcard, is now a depressing mess Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

An Aussie woman has revealed a super cute way she shows her hubby she loves him. After making his lunch she takes a small bite of his sandwich before packing it so when he goes to eat it, it's like they are eating lunch together, even while apart. Awwww. Tommy then jumped in and revealed the super weird way he lets his wife Inge know that he loves her and it wasn't as cute. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Awwww, this hawty with a shorty body! We are so excited to share the EXCITEMENT that was the life of Comte Henri Marie Raymond de Toulouse Lautrec Monfa! Yes, though this short KING also lead a short life, that doesn't mean he wasn't hot and his life was not impactful. Come find out why he is considered the father of commercial print, the poster boy ;) of the bohemian lifestyle in late 19th century France! There will be daddy issues, there will be sex work, there will be mommy issues too! But like... we do make it fun! Thank you for listening! As always, with love! The Baroque B's DISCLAIMER!: This is another episode that does mention self harm/suicide. If these themes are at all triggering for you, it may be best to skip this one. Please know, we love you

It's Episode 218 and David is on his own for a London episode, featuring first-time guests, Audrey Parry and Maira Vandiver! This week, we're carrying on the legacy of Richard Nixon and up for grabs are three tickets to Niflheim! Maira reminisces about Kingsly. Audrey takes a moment to thank Eisenhower. David wears glasses so he's tricky. Enjoy. #InstructionManRevealBecome a Patron to get exclusive mysteries, bonus and full unedited episodes, and improv scenes!Leave a donation if you want to show your support with a one-time gift!Rate and review the podcast so we can reach more people, it really helps us out. Reach out to us with feedback, questions, or with your very own mystery suggestion: just send us a link!Visit our website to see the entire public back catalog of over 200 mystery episodes! Follow us on Instagram to connect with us and learn more about our guests and what we're up to!

Awwww yeahhh... it's r/NuclearRevenge. Original Posts Standing up to my workplace bully led to unforseen consequences. Unjustly fire me? Let me make you go bankrupt real quick Old fart gets his revenge I Beat the Shit out of My Sister and Sent Her to the Hospital Learn more about Evergreen Podcasts and Wessler Media. Sponsor Get the all-you-can-watch movie subscription pass. Click here to learn more about Regal Unlimited! Visit TheRRShow.com Check out our Subreddit Follow us on socials: TikTok Instagram YouTube Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

This week we're joined by our longtime friend Caroline Donham! Caroline tells us her Red Riding Hood fix that she rewrote when she was little, and it's just as cute as you'd imagine. Then she tells us some effed up nursery rhymes, and Abbie reads an even more effed up Brother's Grimm tale, The Heavenly Wedding.

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Andy & Nick reunite after their 3 month "break." Is all copacetic? Can they come together in the spirit of holiday cheer without extraneous recriminations?? (not no, recriminations, mind you. But juuuuuust enough) And what may be at stake, you ask? Well. The boys are tasked with the important yearly duty of *drum roll* end-of-the-year awards! Find out the winners of such categories as: the biggest dud of a show, the best kiss (gay only), and the hottest boy on the pod (my money is on Ken Jennings). Awwww yeah. We love ya (and each other, obviously). Happy new year! (Kiss your homies) Drink lots of water (and make sure to use lots of parenthetical asides). oh and guess what... Watch the full episodes Exclusively on Volume.com now in color!  Psyched to partner up with our buddies at Volume.com! Check out their roster of upcoming live events and on-demand shows to enrich that sweet life of yours. Call, leave a message, and tell us if you think one can get addicted to mushrooms: (720) 996-2403  Check out our new album!, L'Optimist on all platforms Follow us on Instagram @worldsavingpodcast For more information on Andy Frasco, the band and/or the blog, go to: AndyFrasco.com Check out our good friends that help us unwind and sleep easy while on the road and at home: dialedingummies.com Produced by Andy Frasco, Joe Angelhow, & Chris Lorentz Audio mix by Chris Lorentz Featuring: Arno Bakker

Creeper? Awwww man! Ethan's driving the bus this time, and he is ready to speedrun his way through some trivia about the world's biggest game. Follow Aidan, Alec, and John on a journey to find their gamer's hearts in this week's episode all about Minecraft!

Apocalypse seeks horseman. Apply within. Gary, Chris and David discuss in no particular order (nor indeed in any form or order) cycling's unwritten rules, when you probably shouldn't get back on the bike, snatching PR defeat from the jaws of victory (and vice-versa) at Jumbo Visma, plus we find a very happy ending to a difficult week for the Van Hooydonk family. Awwww! :-) Drop us a line at cyclinglegendspodcast@gmail.com Huberman Lab Podcast - https://www.hubermanlab.com/podcast Premium Motorhomes - https://www.premiummotorhomes.com/ Larabar - https://www.larabar.com/ 33Fuel Ultimate Daily Greens - https://www.33fuel.com/ Dial Up Your Cycle Tech Skills - https://www.facebook.com/groups/CSA2018/ Head over to https://www.cyclinglegendspodcast.com where you can sign up for more features, history and interviews. All for less than a big coffee! The Cycling Legends Podcast is powered by Vive le Velo, performance cycles and accessories from the East Riding of Yorkshire. Check out the range at https://vivelevelo.cc

Backstreet's Back despite *NSync's reunion, Jim Johnson retiring, Travis Kelce+Taylor Swift, escaped PA prisoner still on the run, Aaron Rodger's short NY Jets career, revisiting Mackenzie Phillips on Larry King, and Sponge's Vinnie Dombrowski zooms in to Rock the Shores. Jim ‘JJ' Johnson is hanging up the headphones after over 50 years in radio. The Mel Tucker saga continues. MSU Alumni/professor/superfan ML Elrick popped off about it on the newest ML Soul of Detroit. Big Gretch unironically demands transparency from MSU & Mel Tucker. Drew's life peaked in Little League just like “The 80 Yard Run”. Aaron Rodgers had a hell of a 2023 season. Jamele Hill thinks Colin Kaepernick should be the Jets new quarterback. Patrons at a Milwaukee bar were bummed when the Jets pulled off the upset. Make sure you check out our latest YouTube video. Music: Aerosmith postpones farewell tour after Steven Tyler suffers vocal cord damage. Everybody is going nuts about N'SYNC reuniting on the VMAs. Jamie Lynn Spears is joining Dancing with the Stars and Britney fans are plotting to get her out. Kevin Costner ex Christine Baumgartner is not going down without a fight. There is a new book out about Elon Musk and it makes Amber Heard look even worse as everyone felt she was “toxic”. Vinnie Dombroski of Sponge fame joins the show to promote Rockin' the Shores Beer & Music Festival this Saturday. Robin Roberts had her wedding. Awwww. Whit Johnson busted a move. Amy Robach and TJ Holmes were snubbed! The Daily Beast published victim impact statements in Danny Masterson's trial. We're reminded that Danny is related to an incest-survivor by marriage. Tom Brady is nailing Irina Shayk again. Travis Kelce is plowing into Taylor Swift much to Drew's dismay. Taylor Lautner's podcast is failing fast. Louisiana Senator John Kennedy read ‘porn' to congress. Democratic candidate for the Virginia House of Delegates, Susanna Gibson, really liked using Chaturbate. Talking Heads reunited today... for a Q&A. Trey Songz entourage decided to get into a shootout. Love it or leave it. USA #5 Danelo Cavalcante is still on the run and has a gun now. Dog the Bounty Hunter is on the case. Why does Kaitlyn Armstrong look different. Kevin McCarthy announces impeachment probe for Biden. Donald Trump is pro-UAW, anti-EV. Jennifer Granholm's summer EV trip didn't go as planned. She had the cops called on her when one if her staff blocked a charging station for her only. We just tapped into a massive lithium deposit to help going forward. JJ joins us tomorrow. Visit Our Presenting Sponsor Hall Financial – Michigan's highest rated mortgage company If you'd like to help support the show… please consider subscribing to our YouTube Page, Facebook, Instagram and Twitter (Drew and Mike Show, Marc Fellhauer, Trudi Daniels, Jim Bentley and BranDon).

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We make each other a mixtape of 5 songs that remind us of each other. A nice primer if you've never heard our show before and also a little heartwarming at times. Awwww. If you're going to buy tickets for a concert, sporting event or show, use the Fanimal app and enter promo code FANIMALMON when you sign up to get $15 in free credit! No fees, create a group to buy tickets together, and killer prices, all on Fanimal!

It's Gilmore Girls again! Rory's first kiss with Dean is in the grocery store. Awwww Become a member at https://plus.acast.com/s/ill-buy-the-popcorn-podcast. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Satan likes his coffee black Like the way he made the day That heaven's gates would call his name And gave the keys to the kingdom To the heathens & demons, Amen If this is what it is, then "Love wins" is in another dimension Attention: I've given what I've given, Did I mention, It was just intuition; I am my own invention, I am unwhole, by admission Down the rabbit hole, Float down the River Styx and Count to 666 and Now I'm Dick Nixon in the 60's Hippie sickness is Thinking peace exists when ammunitions a vital statistic A lunatic assumes the usual position To the moon, A blue balloon to the innocent Love was heaven sent but failed to find it None left on this planet "Destroy it" This goddamned family's mad Pass the hammer, a standard Tip the hat to the madhatter Had her luck run out faster, The man that she was after, Who laughed at her, Probably planned to have her, But lost interest in tracking her, Has soamy questions to ask her, Practically has the answer to the masterpiece she believed would Untrap her, Alas, That's the last short straw she has Life keeps passing by… I'm like "Damn, I'm damaged" Why am I so unalighned Need a psychiatrist, but I can't find on one pinterest or instagram. Damn, I wish I was white, Or light skinned Looks nice Where have I been? Incased in ice, Like the avatar no one would find, I'm losing my entire mind, I'm writing everytime I cry like Someone inside my computer or Google would find it, But I'm just a I'm just a I'm just a Writer, Kinda I used to be a DJ, but God makes mistakes and Satan makes me hate my name So I changed it. He's a puppet on a string (Bring me people, feed me demons) and he And he never goes to sleep well he practice what you preach it Omn>>>midnight hour l>>bb got me like l Flash>>> saint laurant>>el chapo >> trap shit v? I am not a Fed But iT app makes sense I'm seeing read I break my bread, I'm left on red Let's go to bed; Let's go to Heaven Don't do this to me Not now, hanzel. What the fuck Just get out That's that nigga ..shoot to kill. I told you. You know what? I know what. Fuck, you, dude!! Duck, Duck, Duck— Two armed guards are dragging Dillon Francis into an enclosed space, which seems ominous. —NO— He scratches and claws in an attempt to escape. —YOU CANNOT DO THIS— The Deities have demanded SUPACREE to find Skrillex—via Dillon Francis. I will not, Yes, you will. Two Adonise What? What's the plural of “Adonis?” ADONISES not according to Google. Well, fuck Google! What did you say? Nothing. Shhhh, be quiet. I thought she was asleep! I'm not asleep! She's never asleep. I heard that! LEGENDS: Part 666 Google Never Sleeps Why 666? Satan: why not? I thought you changed your number? What's a number? That's enough, Satan. What happened to, “not today, Satan?” What's a day? You do listen. Stop praying, dude. Satan's been praying to Jesus for relief. Prayers for WHAT? Relief. Relief from what? His own followers?! That fucking idiot. — JOEL and DEADMAU5 part ways to find SUPACREE. What the fuck. I told you. This isn't happening. I FUCKING TOLD YOU! AWWWW. Look. Nothing's in there… Just wait, dude. JOEL appears out of a portal; DEADMAU5 appears from another. WHAT THE FUCK I KNOW, RIGHT— WHAT THE FUCK! I KNOW, RIGHT. ___ What is this. This is Skrillex. Ew. Don't touch it. I'm not gonna. You wanted to. No I didn't. But you thought about it— I think about everything— You are everything— Everything is everything. [beat] Don't touch it. Stop being telepathic! You fucking WISH— I — ___ Ū has been tormenting the DJs—mainly Dillon Francis— in a timeless eternal loop in an outer void created by SUPACREE. Are SUPACREE and Ū not the same person? They can be. So what's the difference? Skrillex. Oh. — WHERE IS SKRILLEX. STOP DOING THIS. AGHHH. AGGHHHHHHHH. UNH. SKRILLEX is thrown through a portal, landing in between the two. Oh. There he is. Wow. That's incredible. I know, right? I mean, I didn't think— —I mean— Huh. Hm. Is it… you? ...yeah, I guess. Oh my God! I FOUND SKRILLEX. What's a “Skrillex?” Oh NO— Sonny—you're Skrillex— Wait, who's “Sonny” This isn't happening. This is happening. I hate you. Dude, for WHAT? I don't know— You hate yourself! —everybody does that! They bicker (Very slow clap) Wvow {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

Hey there!!! You came back for me?! Awwww, that's so sweet!!! Seriously, thank you for hanging out with me on the BoxingStella Podcast, my crazy journey of practicing my comedy

Awwww, so cute! You like this movie? We don't so why don't you come over here and listen to us bash it in and then we can be frenemies? Kay love you bye! Follow us over at Instagram @trauma_and_trash Leave us a review! Rate us! Judge us in some way shape or form! I have no idea but spread us like glitter and we can't wait for you to shove us in your ears! *Trauma and Trash follows two life long friends as they try to navigate their chaotic lives while poorly re-telling you what happens in very traumatic/trashy films. Come for the movies, stay for the spiraling lives of two strangers! MUSIC Music by Mezhdunami from Pixabay

The Hawk hijacks Jim's birthday, Matt Healy is ruining Taylor Swift for Drew, Tom Mazawey joins the show bowling ball-free, a brand-new Bonerline, Britney Spears' olive branch and Drew pre-emptively breaks up with Brie Larson. The Hawk wishes Jim the happiest of birthdays. Slow down on that debt ceiling, guys. The Foo Fighters kick off another tour with another tribute to Taylor Hawkins. Matt Healy is causing more trouble in Taylor Swift Land. He looks like Gilbert Gottfried and Taylor needs to dump him. Where is Trent Bolte these days? Nichol Kessinger was a smoke show. Chris D'Elia found out in real-time that Rolling Stone dropped an article about his cult-like ways. Brie Larson is sending temperatures soaring. She also announces she's single by showing some sideboob in Harper's Bazaar. Drew proposes dudes bring out their dongs for promotion like the females do with their breasts. Evan Rachel Wood gave up her kid because of Marilyn Manson threats. Kids these days don't want to drive. Tina Turner never bothered anyone with her trauma. Tom Mazawey joins the show to eulogize Tina Turner, gloss over the NHL Playoffs, call out LeBron James on his fake retirement consideration, crap on Bronny James, the Lions acquisition of Riley Patterson, his thoughts on the Shemy Schembechler mess, pretend he's not 'America's Guest' and more. Grab your EXCLUSIVE NordVPN Deal by going to nordvpn.com/dams to get a Huge Discount off your NordVPN Plan + a Bonus Gift! It's completely risk free with Nord's 30-day money-back guarantee! Here is a brand-new Bonerline. Call or text 209-66-Boner! Selena Gomez better take care of that damn kidney. Reminder that all YouTube subscribers are eligible to win Drew's Champion's Club tickets. LaraJuicyTV has dropped some new farts. College News: MSU students vs MSU professor. Hunter College's Shellyne Rodriguez has been BLOWN OUT after holding a machete to a NY Post reporter's neck. If you try and stop shoplifters in California... then you are racist. Another U-Haul promo as an Ann Arbor man leads police on a truck chase from Ohio to Michigan. Drew receives angry letters over a comment from Marc. Target's promotion for LGBTQ+ Pride Month backfired. North Face is getting crap too. Oh, and Calvin Klein too. Jim's Picks: Harry Nilsson. Street Sweeper Social Club. Muse. Drew again finds a way to make it all about The Beatles. Britney Spears allows Lynne Spears to come over. Awwww, a family reunion. Enjoy a bonus Bonerline of 'all you guys ever talk about is...". Visit Our Presenting Sponsor Hall Financial – Michigan's highest rated mortgage company If you'd like to help support the show… please consider subscribing to our YouTube Page, Facebook, Instagram and Twitter (Drew and Mike Show, Marc Fellhauer, Trudi Daniels, Jim Bentley and BranDon). Or don't.

Awwww yea. This episode is piping hot...almost TOO hot. We begin by discussing famous #2s, and go on to discuss our feelings about the refs. Greg pitches a million dollar idea, and we give some love to James Harden. We also discuss Ishbia vs Jokic. It's all of this and more. Get on in here and smash that play button!08:45 - 1st Quarter / Western Conference Semis

Tune in to Episode 164 of The BS Podcast with Buck D and Sixx as they discuss heartwarming texts, play the game "Caucasoid Brotha Beaner or Otha (Women's History Month Edition)", and explore Larry's TikTok Wormhole. Don't miss out on the fun! Visit our website at http://thebsshowpodcast.com, follow us on Link Tree at https://linktr.ee/thebsshowpodcast, and choose your preferred platform to watch the episode at http://thebsshow.live. Robert 'Buck D' Gipson's info here: http://robertbuckdgipson.com Sixx and Reloaded Talent here: http://reloadedtalent.com Double L Media here: http://dlmediaxyz.com Wanna listen later? Check Spotify here https://open.spotify.com/show/1yIVpVqJxwvcbSeROJNzNW --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/thebsshowpod/message

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Listen as YetiYeff and Mrs Cannoli Sasquatch bond over when it's time to throw bows with an alligator. Awwww. Enjoy!

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In episode_35, it's our 19th wedding anniversary. I had been pitching our story to some production houses in the hopes of a Netflix deal, and was met each time with the same question: 'What's your hook?' Like we need a hook for this crazy adventure. But I lay out a few, and talk about what it's like to tip into the space where you've been with your person longer than you've been without them in your lifetime. And, it just so happens that it gets posted on Valentine's Day. Awwww... ******************************* This podcast is the audio recording of the journal I've been keeping since the day we got on the road in the middle of a global pandemic to go racing. Shamelessly authentic and always with a sense of humor, I hope this story gives you a look behind the sheen of social media-- the shiny posts about racing, travel, and of course, eating, and sheds light on what it's really like to be a family taking risks and living life on the road. Follow us online to get early access to our content & the latest news! Instagram // @thewholestory & @ellysium_racing Sign up for our newsletter Facebook // Ellysium Racing LinkedIn // Michele & Ellis www.ellysium.co --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/thewholestorypodcast/message

Today is Valentine's Day! A day for love. Some people love chocolate, they want to eat it all the time! Some people love their pets… but they don't want to eat them! 愛有很多種，有人愛巧克力，有人愛寵物。 Some people love helping others. A great way to do that is to donate. That means giving your stuff away for free. 還有人愛幫助別人。這些人會去捐東西。 Charity shops are where you can donate your stuff. They sell it, and use the money to help good causes. 你可以把東西捐給慈善商店。他們會把東西賣掉，用賺來的錢幫助其他人。 In the UK, someone donated an old bag full of stuff to a charity shop. They found a mystery Valentine's Day card! 在英國，有一個人捐了滿滿一袋東西給慈善商店，結果他們找到一個神秘的情人節卡片！ In the card was a beautiful poem, and a photo of a woman and her three children. The end of the poem says: "From the person that loves you more than anything else in the world". Awwww! 卡片上面有一首詩，還有一個媽媽跟三個小孩的一張照片。詩的結尾寫說：「愛你勝過一切的人敬上」。 The card was written for the woman in the photo, but no-one knows who she is! 這張卡是給照片裡面的媽媽的，但沒有人認識他。 The photo is black and white, so they know the card must be very old. It will be hard to find the woman, or her family. But it will make her so happy to see the card again! 因為照片是黑白的，所以一定是很久以前的，要找到人應該很難，但如果她真的收到了，一定會很開心！ The things we do for love… ________________________________ Vocabulary 一張表達深刻愛情的卡片，讓人想追尋它的故事。 1. woman 女子 There's an old woman standing there with a bag in her hand. 有一個老婦人站在那兒，手裡拿著個包包。 Hmmm, do you think she needs help? 你覺得她需要幫忙嗎？ 2. donate 捐獻 I don't know. 不知道。 Maybe we can donate some food to her. 也許我們可以捐一點食物給她。 Donating food? 捐食物嗎？ What if she's not hungry? 要是她不餓怎麼辦？ 3. give 給予 Then we can give her something else. 那我們就給她別的東西。 Well, you'd better ask her what she needs. 你最好問問她需要什麼。 4. sell 賣 She's just hoping to sell the bag! 她只是想把包包賣掉。 She made many different ones. 她做了很多個不同的包。 Wow, silly us! 哇，我們真傻。 你有捐獻過什麼東西嗎？ woman 女子 donate 捐獻 give 給予 sell 賣 ________________________________ Quiz 1. What word means to give your stuff away for free to help people? A: Donut B: Donate C: Debate 2. Where can you go to give away your old stuff? A: Clarity stops B: Hilarity pops C: Charity shops 3. What color was the photo in the card? A: Black and blue B: Black and white C: Blue and white Answers 1. B 2. C 3. B

Chelsea and Grace teach each other about art - the kind that makes you think and the kind that makes you go O! Don't forget to appreciate your lesser known twin sister and other people while they're still with. An apple a day keeps the doctor away. But imagine what 5 apples would do if they all worked together. Talk to us! twitter: https://twitter.com/thegoodevegirls instagram: https://www.instagram.com/thegoodeveninggirls/ tiktok: @thegoodevegirls Meet Me In Forks iTunes: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/meet-me-in-forks/id1536002186 Meet Me In Forks Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/1bg7cusgycBhIFFguMf8k7

Awwww yeah! Welcome back once again to the world's yeetest podcast! The Holiday Snacktacular has wrapped (see what we did there?) and it's back to the competition with an absolute banger of a treat, banana cream pie! This midcentury snack is your co-host's favorite food in the world and an annual birthday institution, but can it overcome the crispy sweetness of Cinnamon Toast Crunch? Find out next on Junk Feud! --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/junkfeudpod/support

Awwww, the holidays. Mobile phones, Twitter and Santa goes to court

Awwww, it's bittersweet to close out this season with a “goodbye” but things are moving fast in my content creating world and YouTube is the place for me. This year has been so fulfilling giving you so much value through this podcast but ya girl is on YouTube breaking the standard. Same content, better quality and more interaction so meet me there and let's keep this relationship going! Xoxoxo --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/techmissfits/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/techmissfits/support

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Awwww shoot, back at it again with another week of horror and macabre from Madman Pondo, Chris, and Kelli! The terror trio reviews the 2022 film BARBARIAN, Kelli enjoys watching kids suffer, and Pondo has a horror movie idea on Santa Claus! Movies reviewed in this episode: ELI (2019), The Toolbox Murders (1978), Miracle Valley (2021), Goodnight Mommy (2022), Premutos The Fallen Angel (1997), See No Evil (2022), The Boy Behind the Door (2020), Faceless (1987), and Demonoid (1981) Got a movie recommendation? Email us at MOUTHSOFMADNESSPOD@gmail.com Support Pondo and RPW and get exclusive gear at DEATHMATCH WORLDWIDE Follow the podcast on Facebook Follow the podcast on YouTube Follow Madman Pondo at his website Check out Ruthless Pro Wrestling Check out Kelli's work

Hour 2 of today's food-filled show.

Awwww shit dawg, your tag-teamin' DPin' SPICY SPICY WEEN SLINGIN' Co-Commissioners done did it again this time. Redondo Beach Resort has been put on advance notice to wash their sheets twice after we check out...!!

Awwww yeah!  Sequel's period of time continues.  Does the MOST EXPENSIVE MOVIE OF ALL TIME hold up in 2022?  Where can I get a boat with flame throwers?  Why do these movies print money?  GET. INTO. IT. BABIES!

Awwww yeaugh! We made it to the weekend. Cheers. Can't wait to not see you at my birthday party tonight. Track list goes like this:  Everyone has COVID, Ally's test, the great rock bet, big boss meeting, ADD, Klein's TV deal, Robo Cops, car ads, dick jobs, AKTN, fake CDC, ADD, weekend watchers, Greg's new mattress, toast the weekend, SWEET DIBS! -JtN

Getting enought sleep is so important to both our physical and our mental health.  But it's interesting to me that during the various stages of our lives, as women, we go through periods of sleep deprivation:  Being a young mom with children that awake in the night, having teen age kids coming in late from activities, and then there's the onset of menopause and insomnia!  AWWWW.  It seems like no matter what stage of life we are in, sleep deprivation is real so today, let's talk about what happens to our bodies and our brains when we become sleep deprived, and ways that I have found to handle sleep deprivation. I will share some simple tools and tips that continue to help me combat sleep deprivation.  If this is something that you are struggling with, then get on my calendar and let's talk!https://coachwithangela.as.me/

Awwww yeauh! It's the start to the long weekend. Makes me wish they all were. Tracklist goes like this: omar's fireworks, Kleinderella, Van news, ADD, Box of shame, Klein's lines, Deucy awards, Netflix or Notflix, wedding gifts, ADD, Weekend Watchers, Toast to the Weekend, SWEET DIBBINS -JtN 

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Awwww yeauh! It's Monday and I am huuuung over. (partied too hard at Puscifer last night. Good times) Breakdown of the show goes like this Big Announcements, Klein's dead mouse, AKTN, The OFFSPRING, ADD news, Don't be a Dick, ADD news, Uninvited, AKTN, ADD news, Where'd Ya Go?, Sweet Dibs! -JtN

This week we cover a wide range of topics. Hatch kicks the podcast off with discussing the rarity of compliments men receive from women?! Male birth control on the way?…. Awwww shit ! Hatch discusses how planned sneaky links become less spontaneous! Jada Pinkett-Smith breaks her silence in a typical Jada fashion! NBA playoffs recap and much much more! Twitter : OGHatch_ FaceBook : OG Hatch FaceBook Group Page: Friends of the Show The Thin Line Between Genius & Insanity YouTube: OGHatchTV Tik Tok : OGHatchTV IG: OGHatch_ --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/ufnworldwide/support

Awwww sh*t yeah man! It's finally the FULL PODCAST!! Goddamn... whooo! Tomorrow is pizza and a band.. stoked! -JtN