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In this February 13 episode of Badlands Daily, CannCon and Chris Paul dig into the escalating fallout surrounding the Epstein files, including DOJ redactions, public frustration, and the political theater unfolding in Congress. They examine Thomas Massie's role in amplifying pressure, Trump's Truth Social response defending Pam Bondi, and the broader strategic implications of transparency demands versus prosecutorial timing. The conversation expands into the SAVE Act debate and mounting pressure inside the Senate, questioning whether structural reform is possible without addressing deeper systemic issues. CannCon and Chris also analyze narrative manipulation in the media cycle, factional infighting within the GOP, and how outrage is being weaponized to fracture support. Blending tactical analysis with sharp political commentary, this episode focuses on discernment, separating signal from noise in a moment where leaks, headlines, and emotional reactions are driving the news cycle.

In this Badlands Media Special Coverage, President Trump delivers a Valentine's Day address at Fort Bragg, celebrating the men and women of the U.S. Army and honoring military families for their sacrifice and service. He highlights record-breaking recruitment numbers, renewed military investment including new Abrams tanks, helicopters, and battleships, and a trillion-dollar commitment to strengthening the armed forces. The President reflects on Operation Midnight Hammer targeting Iran's nuclear facilities, the capture of Venezuela's Nicolás Maduro, rising NATO defense contributions, and what he describes as restored American strength on the world stage. He also discusses economic milestones, border security efforts, and his continued focus on “peace through strength.” A high-energy rally atmosphere rounds out the event as the President reaffirms his support for the military and America First priorities.

Young woman finds lust and love at Christmas.By JagFarlane. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.Mel swiped the credit card along the terminal, waited for the receipt to print, stuffed it into the restaurant’s portfolio along with a couple of Ande’s mints, and turned to stroll towards the table. She dropped it off to the table’s occupants and hurried off to the kitchen, trying to look busy though probably fooling no one. It was Christmas Eve after all and the bulk of the town’s part time residents, university students and staff, had all scattered off to home days ago leaving behind the few full time residents to keep the place from looking like a ghost town.She was a student at the university too, but had elected to remain behind this year much to the restaurant manager’s relief. Not that the money had been very good, with the vast majority of the students gone there were only a few souls that made it into the building each night and sometimes she wondered if it had even been worth it to the management to even turn on the lights. Stepping out to pick up the signed receipt and bus several dessert plates away, a glance was given to the tips section and a bit of a relieved sigh at the decent tip. At least the residents routinely tipped, she smiled a bit to herself.After taking a look around and finding no one else at any of her tables, Mel leaned up against the entranceway to the kitchen and allowed herself a quiet moment. Another Christmas Eve alone; not that she hadn’t gotten used to it during her stint in the Air Force. But they still were never easy to take. She’d gotten out and took the chance to move to the one area she’d dreamed of living ever since she was a little girl, Boise, Idaho. Shortly after arriving, she’d invested most of her savings into a condo figuring that not having a monthly house expense was the best route. From there she had enrolled in the local community college and after graduating moved to Boise State University.Between the part time gig as a waitress, her G I Bill money, and a couple small grants Mel was living a fairly comfortable albeit Spartan lifestyle. Still, it hadn’t left a lot of time for romance and it didn’t help that she spent most of her time around people who were a few years younger than her. Just finding someone she could sit at the bar with, legally, was a challenge sometimes and often the grad students were either too busy or in a serious relationship already. Fingers played in the curls of her long, dark red hair as she mulled over her current state in life. That is, until the snapping of fingers in front of her face brought her back to reality.“Hey, you’ve got one on table six.” Sandy smiled to her as she ducked into the kitchen.Shaking her head a little to clear the daze, frowning for a moment as she realized that Jingle Bells was playing for fourth time tonight, and then putting on her best smile, Mel made her way over towards table six. A quick glance at the clock revealed closing time was drawing near and she said a silent thanks to her shift being over soon. She just hoped this last customer wasn’t someone who had gone out to get drunk, and then stopped here on the way home.Phil looked up from the menu as the waitress approached, still mulling between the hickory burger and the spicy chicken sandwich. A moment was spent admiring the waitress’ legs, shown off by the green and black plaid skirt she was wearing. Slowly his eyes moved upwards, the thought of the hickory burger fading as he looked over her full chest and the red curls lying upon it. It had been a long day of travel then in the barn tending to the mare and the approaching woman was a welcome sight indeed, both for the eyes and the promise of getting a decent meal at some point today.She rolled her eyes a bit at the stare she was getting, some days she didn’t mind getting ogled but over the years it had grown quite annoying. So annoyed she was that she didn’t even notice that he appeared to be familiar. “Good evening and welcome to Terry’s. Can I start you out with a drink and perhaps an appetizer?” She put on her best server smile and hoped that perhaps his eyes would move up from her chest to at least her chin.“Can I get a Miller Light and a half order of mozzarella sticks?” He waited for her to write down the order, “And I’ll take a umm, hickory burger, medium rare.” Phil put down the menu to fish out his driver’s license and passed it to the waitress.She scribbled down the order and took the license as it was passed to her, glancing down at the date of birth then at the picture and passed it back to him. As Mel made her way back to the order station, the nagging thought of the familiar face in the picture was bugging her. She hadn’t red the name, and for once regretted not doing so. A glance over her shoulder as she input the order didn’t reveal much as his head was down to play with his phone.The sound of a skirt swishing as the waitress came up to the table caused him to glance up, just long enough to take the pint glass and take an appreciative sip of the amber liquid. Sure, it was a little watery but after the last two days it felt like heaven. Eyes glanced up to watch the waitress walk away, her red hair swaying behind her. Her shape reminded him a bit of someone else but he wasn’t fully sure who and made a note to try to look at her face the next time she came around.Sandy had taken the mozzarella sticks out to him so Mel stood off to the side; taking note that closing time was coming up in a few minutes. Of course the handful of customers still in the joint would be allowed to finish their meals but not to place any more orders after the doors were locked. Mel was fairly sure she’d figured out who her guest was, but wanted an up close look at his face to be sure. If he was the person she thought he was, it was to be a pleasant surprise, particularly since he’d never paid her figure that sort of attention before, even with there seeming to be a mental connection. A cross of her fingers, perhaps Christmas was looking up after all.Phil sipped at his third beer of the night, glad that the town bus system was still running through the holidays. The redhead hadn’t been by him since bringing the latest beer, a little more than he was used to consuming on a normal evening but it did mean she was coming by more often. He still hadn’t worked up the courage to look her in the face yet, or maybe he was just enjoying the other views, he wasn’t quite sure which one it was. The debate became moot when his head snapped up at the voice behind him and his eyes finally looked at Mel’s face.“Hey Phil, long time!” She was finally certain it was Phil Clauser, who had been the Graduate Teaching Assistant for the Intro to Equine class she’d taken to minor in equine studies. Mel could still remember how the muscles of his forearms threatened to tear the rolled up cuffs of his flannel shirt when he was teaching them out to do groundwork with a stubborn mare. There had been a couple of jokes among the girls about how they wouldn’t mind taking a roll in the hay with him but as far as Mel knew none had done more than chatted about it.For a moment he regretted having finished three beers already as it seemed they were fogging his brain. The face attached to the tall redhead was vaguely familiar. He thought he could place it in a classroom setting. What seemed like an eternity passed before he imagined her hair tied back, a pair of jeans instead of the skirt, and a sweatshirt; finally placed her as a former student of his. “Hey, Melissa. It has been a couple of years, hasn’t it?”She let out her breath a bit, in relief. Sometimes the red hair was nice in that it often helped people to remember her. For once that was playing into her favor. She set down the burger and another beer, “Merry Christmas Eve! I hope it’s going well for you.”“It’s going good now,” he gave her a faint smile and proceeded to tell her about how one of the mares under his charge had come down ill and he’d come back on short notice to oversee her care. He’d only gotten back this morning and had spent most of the day at the barn, only getting enough time to shower the barn smell off, change his clothes, and come in for dinner. “Such of the life of working in agriculture, but it’s worth it to me,” he offered a smile to her as she stole a fry from his plate. The sound of a lock clicking brought him back to the restaurant, “I guess I should eat up, don’t want to keep you late on Christmas Eve of all nights.”“Oh, it’s okay,” she looked up as the manager called out for the waitresses and slid from the table, “I’ll be right back.” Off to the backroom she went, leaving him to work on his meal.He looked up when she rejoined him at the table, sliding herself back into the chair. She placed a glass of eggnog in front of him with a little smile, “On the house. So, what are you doing for Christmas since you’re back on short notice?” He watched as she tilted her head and seemed to be anxiously awaiting his answer. “Oh, I’m not sure. I guess just go home for the night, have to spend some time with the mare, tomorrow and otherwise maybe I’ll just catch a few movies on the tv.” He took a sip of the eggnog and noted a hint of Southern Comfort. When he looked up, she just gave him a little smile. “You?”“Probably about the same thing, except for the mare part. Just catch up on some Christmas movies, have a couple of drinks, sleep in, and do the same tomorrow I suppose. Or,” she paused, grinned a bit at him, “or, maybe you could join me and at least we would have some company to enjoy during our movie watching.” Mel wagged her eyebrows just a bit in excitement.He watched her eyebrows in a bit of amusement, and chuckled softly “I think I would be a fool to turn down the offer. I would be glad to join you.”She smiled widely at that, and rose up to go retrieve the check and complete the formalities of shutting down the restaurant for the night. He watched her dart from spot to spot, helping with cleaning up tables and putting away silverware. A bit of wonder got to him, how different she was here, than in the classroom, where she had always been a bit formal. He wondered briefly if that had to do with her being a veteran. Perhaps it was because of how she’d lived. It wasn’t long though, before she popped up to the table and gently grabbed his arm to signal that it was time to go. Getting to his feet, he realized just about how much alcohol he’d had, but made it out the door and onto the metro bus, to her place.They walked the two blocks from the bus stop to the complex, where Mel’s condo was. Phil looked up, blinking, “I didn’t know anyone rented these out.” Mel just smiled and shook her head, “I own one. Much better than living in the apartments near campus, and especially much quieter and more private. Plus, I don’t have to compete with the younger women at the pool.” She gave a little wolfish grin at that last part and led him towards the door of her condo.Inside, he found the place lightly decorated for Christmas. Little figurines placed here and there, a few window decorations, Christmas cards taped above the entranceway to the kitchen. The condo itself was cozy. From what he could see it seemed like a two bedroom place and he smiled a little at the fireplace in the living room with a stocking hung to one side. The place had a very homie feel to it; something he hadn’t felt except at his parent’s place, in a long time.She ran around in the background, picking up a few things here and there. None of her plans had included company being over for the night. Normally she would have just come in, poured a glass of wine, stripped off her work uniform and caught up with her TiVo in panties. Obviously that wasn’t going to happen tonight though she stifled a little giggle as she imagined what his reaction would have been to that. “There’s beer, eggnog, and soda in the fridge and the cabinet above the freezer has the liquor in it. Feel free to help yourself, so long as you make me an eggnog with spiced rum in it. I’ll be out in a minute.”She pulled off the top and the skirt, throwing them into her laundry basket. After a moment thinking it over, her bra followed shortly afterwards, letting a heavy chest hang freely. Deciding to go all in and fully change, panties were thrown in last. Into the master bathroom she wandered, taking up a warm wet washcloth, and using it to wipe some of the sweat away from underneath her breasts, around her thighs, and a few other places. Fingers ran through her curly red bush. It was a little overdue for a trimming and there was a bit of a wish that she had the time to, but she figured if it came to that he probably wouldn’t mind terribly much. A few pats with a towel to dry off and she put on a stretchy sports bra, tee-shirt, and a pair of university sweat pants. Two spritzes from a bottle of warm vanilla sugar body spray then quick brushing of her hair and out the door she came.Phil had taken a seat on the end of the couch, having made two of the eggnog and spiced rum drinks. Slowly he sipped at one, just admiring her place and the country style décor she seemed to prefer. A smile crossed his face as she came out, a little surprised at how she could make even sweats and a tee-shirt look sexy. He was just content to watch her as she went over to the fireplace and got a compressed log lit, admiring her rear as she bent over to do it, then as she put a movie into the player and came over to the couch.They chatted idly during the first movie, discussing career goals, college experiences, and general background information. Phil purposely kept only slowly sipping away at his eggnog, making the drink last the entirety of the first movie and giving the alcohol time to course its way out of his system. As they chatted he found himself becoming more intrigued with this young woman, her variety of interests and the passion she brought to life. He liked how her face lit up as she talked about taking an internship at a dig in the Badlands and at having found actual dinosaur bones. Even if he wasn’t so interested in what she was studying, he just liked being around someone who was so happy doing what she was doing.The topic slowly turned towards their shared love of horses. He’d grown up on a horse ranch a few hours south of where they were and she’d only just started taking lessons after moving to Boise. He knew more of the technical side but she had the passion beyond that of someone who had just gushed over ponies as a little kid. When she came back from changing the DVD’s and accepted her second drink, he took note that she was sitting much closer to him than at the beginning of the evening. Each time she came back from getting up it seemed she moved a few inches closer till it was shortly after one am and upon coming back from putting in a new movie she was cuddled up against his figure. He could smell the faded scent of vanilla spice on her, it felt inviting, it just felt right.She knew it was the alcohol. She’d been making hers stronger than usual just so that she’d have the excuse to blame the alcohol. But now she found herself spooned up against Phil and having decided that she’d already crossed the line of no turning back. Mel gently guided his arm to rest over her stomach, snuggling herself fully against him, closing her eyes and just savoring the feeling. It had been too long since she’d last felt the comforting warmth of another person pressed up against her, this time with the bonus of his muscles giving her the protective feeling of being wrapped up. Through her sweats she could even feel the gentle pressing of a stiffening cock. She smiled to herself and gave a tiny wiggle just to get a better feel of it then pressed softly against him feigning snuggling in more.By about halfway through the movie and all of the way through her glass of eggnog curiosity and hormones couldn’t be contained much more. Her hand gently drifted to his pants and upon finding no resistance she unzipped the jeans and slipped her hand in, seeking the opening of his boxers. Fingers gently caressed the head of his swollen member and slowly she began to guide it out into the open. Slowly and gently she caressed him, just enjoying the feeling of his hard cock throbbing in her hand. When she felt his fingers touch the edge of her sweats, Mel arched a little to urge him to seek further. A contented sigh slipped from her lips as she felt his hand gently cup her swollen mound and fingers softly rub upon her clit and external lips.He had been hoping that there might be a little fun after she had been wiggling and adjusting against him during the movie. When she reached for his cock, it felt like he’d stiffened even more at the anticipation. The stroking was pleasant but it hadn’t compared to reaching within her sweats, finding her not wearing a pair of panties, and that she was already damp from the little bit of play they’d already gotten into. Gently he played with her clit, loving the little moans coming from her throat. When she felt wet enough he slipped two fingers within her and began to massage the inside of her cunt while caressing her clit. When he felt her fingers leave his cock for a moment he internally sighed at the loss, but seconds later he felt her sweatpants slip down and the soft skin of her rear caress against his stiff member.As much as Mel was enjoying having her cunt caressed by his fingers what she really craved was the stretching that only a thick cock could give her. Twisting her body a bit, she wiggled upwards till she could stand and straddle his feet. Facing away, she slowly lowered he beautiful ass into position. He guided her down with his two hands on her ass cheeks. Then he gently spread her cheeks until his cock head rubbed against her wet, swollen lips. She reached between her legs and gently grasped his shaft. Then she slowly rubbed the head against herself, enjoying the feeling and giving it enough time to get thoroughly wet. She had taken larger cocks, but he was up there in size and she knew that plenty of lube was her key to really enjoying the experience. When she felt she had gotten his cock wet enough, she pressed his head against her tight hole and slowly she began to wiggle herself down, allowing him to enter. A soft groan slipped from her throat as the head popped within, slowly followed by the thick, veiny shaft.Only when she finally felt her ass begin to press against his body, did she finally breathe out and just waited, feeling him within her.  Phil then slid both his hands upward. Very slowly, his manly hands slid around her ass. Then he slid them forward to her navel, sliding one finger into her tender dimple. She had goosebumps for a moment, and he waited until her body calmed. Then  he resumed his slow upward journey, maintaining a contstant firm contact along her narrow waist.Mel rested her back on Phil's chest. Tucking her head on one of his shoulders, she leaned her head alongside his.Finally, his hands slid up, under her tits. He turned his wrists to cup each of her tits, and her ass continued to gyrate on his lap. Her cunt continued to c

Young woman finds lust and love at Christmas.By JagFarlane. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.Mel swiped the credit card along the terminal, waited for the receipt to print, stuffed it into the restaurant’s portfolio along with a couple of Ande’s mints, and turned to stroll towards the table. She dropped it off to the table’s occupants and hurried off to the kitchen, trying to look busy though probably fooling no one. It was Christmas Eve after all and the bulk of the town’s part time residents, university students and staff, had all scattered off to home days ago leaving behind the few full time residents to keep the place from looking like a ghost town.She was a student at the university too, but had elected to remain behind this year much to the restaurant manager’s relief. Not that the money had been very good, with the vast majority of the students gone there were only a few souls that made it into the building each night and sometimes she wondered if it had even been worth it to the management to even turn on the lights. Stepping out to pick up the signed receipt and bus several dessert plates away, a glance was given to the tips section and a bit of a relieved sigh at the decent tip. At least the residents routinely tipped, she smiled a bit to herself.After taking a look around and finding no one else at any of her tables, Mel leaned up against the entranceway to the kitchen and allowed herself a quiet moment. Another Christmas Eve alone; not that she hadn’t gotten used to it during her stint in the Air Force. But they still were never easy to take. She’d gotten out and took the chance to move to the one area she’d dreamed of living ever since she was a little girl, Boise, Idaho. Shortly after arriving, she’d invested most of her savings into a condo figuring that not having a monthly house expense was the best route. From there she had enrolled in the local community college and after graduating moved to Boise State University.Between the part time gig as a waitress, her G I Bill money, and a couple small grants Mel was living a fairly comfortable albeit Spartan lifestyle. Still, it hadn’t left a lot of time for romance and it didn’t help that she spent most of her time around people who were a few years younger than her. Just finding someone she could sit at the bar with, legally, was a challenge sometimes and often the grad students were either too busy or in a serious relationship already. Fingers played in the curls of her long, dark red hair as she mulled over her current state in life. That is, until the snapping of fingers in front of her face brought her back to reality.“Hey, you’ve got one on table six.” Sandy smiled to her as she ducked into the kitchen.Shaking her head a little to clear the daze, frowning for a moment as she realized that Jingle Bells was playing for fourth time tonight, and then putting on her best smile, Mel made her way over towards table six. A quick glance at the clock revealed closing time was drawing near and she said a silent thanks to her shift being over soon. She just hoped this last customer wasn’t someone who had gone out to get drunk, and then stopped here on the way home.Phil looked up from the menu as the waitress approached, still mulling between the hickory burger and the spicy chicken sandwich. A moment was spent admiring the waitress’ legs, shown off by the green and black plaid skirt she was wearing. Slowly his eyes moved upwards, the thought of the hickory burger fading as he looked over her full chest and the red curls lying upon it. It had been a long day of travel then in the barn tending to the mare and the approaching woman was a welcome sight indeed, both for the eyes and the promise of getting a decent meal at some point today.She rolled her eyes a bit at the stare she was getting, some days she didn’t mind getting ogled but over the years it had grown quite annoying. So annoyed she was that she didn’t even notice that he appeared to be familiar. “Good evening and welcome to Terry’s. Can I start you out with a drink and perhaps an appetizer?” She put on her best server smile and hoped that perhaps his eyes would move up from her chest to at least her chin.“Can I get a Miller Light and a half order of mozzarella sticks?” He waited for her to write down the order, “And I’ll take a umm, hickory burger, medium rare.” Phil put down the menu to fish out his driver’s license and passed it to the waitress.She scribbled down the order and took the license as it was passed to her, glancing down at the date of birth then at the picture and passed it back to him. As Mel made her way back to the order station, the nagging thought of the familiar face in the picture was bugging her. She hadn’t red the name, and for once regretted not doing so. A glance over her shoulder as she input the order didn’t reveal much as his head was down to play with his phone.The sound of a skirt swishing as the waitress came up to the table caused him to glance up, just long enough to take the pint glass and take an appreciative sip of the amber liquid. Sure, it was a little watery but after the last two days it felt like heaven. Eyes glanced up to watch the waitress walk away, her red hair swaying behind her. Her shape reminded him a bit of someone else but he wasn’t fully sure who and made a note to try to look at her face the next time she came around.Sandy had taken the mozzarella sticks out to him so Mel stood off to the side; taking note that closing time was coming up in a few minutes. Of course the handful of customers still in the joint would be allowed to finish their meals but not to place any more orders after the doors were locked. Mel was fairly sure she’d figured out who her guest was, but wanted an up close look at his face to be sure. If he was the person she thought he was, it was to be a pleasant surprise, particularly since he’d never paid her figure that sort of attention before, even with there seeming to be a mental connection. A cross of her fingers, perhaps Christmas was looking up after all.Phil sipped at his third beer of the night, glad that the town bus system was still running through the holidays. The redhead hadn’t been by him since bringing the latest beer, a little more than he was used to consuming on a normal evening but it did mean she was coming by more often. He still hadn’t worked up the courage to look her in the face yet, or maybe he was just enjoying the other views, he wasn’t quite sure which one it was. The debate became moot when his head snapped up at the voice behind him and his eyes finally looked at Mel’s face.“Hey Phil, long time!” She was finally certain it was Phil Clauser, who had been the Graduate Teaching Assistant for the Intro to Equine class she’d taken to minor in equine studies. Mel could still remember how the muscles of his forearms threatened to tear the rolled up cuffs of his flannel shirt when he was teaching them out to do groundwork with a stubborn mare. There had been a couple of jokes among the girls about how they wouldn’t mind taking a roll in the hay with him but as far as Mel knew none had done more than chatted about it.For a moment he regretted having finished three beers already as it seemed they were fogging his brain. The face attached to the tall redhead was vaguely familiar. He thought he could place it in a classroom setting. What seemed like an eternity passed before he imagined her hair tied back, a pair of jeans instead of the skirt, and a sweatshirt; finally placed her as a former student of his. “Hey, Melissa. It has been a couple of years, hasn’t it?”She let out her breath a bit, in relief. Sometimes the red hair was nice in that it often helped people to remember her. For once that was playing into her favor. She set down the burger and another beer, “Merry Christmas Eve! I hope it’s going well for you.”“It’s going good now,” he gave her a faint smile and proceeded to tell her about how one of the mares under his charge had come down ill and he’d come back on short notice to oversee her care. He’d only gotten back this morning and had spent most of the day at the barn, only getting enough time to shower the barn smell off, change his clothes, and come in for dinner. “Such of the life of working in agriculture, but it’s worth it to me,” he offered a smile to her as she stole a fry from his plate. The sound of a lock clicking brought him back to the restaurant, “I guess I should eat up, don’t want to keep you late on Christmas Eve of all nights.”“Oh, it’s okay,” she looked up as the manager called out for the waitresses and slid from the table, “I’ll be right back.” Off to the backroom she went, leaving him to work on his meal.He looked up when she rejoined him at the table, sliding herself back into the chair. She placed a glass of eggnog in front of him with a little smile, “On the house. So, what are you doing for Christmas since you’re back on short notice?” He watched as she tilted her head and seemed to be anxiously awaiting his answer. “Oh, I’m not sure. I guess just go home for the night, have to spend some time with the mare, tomorrow and otherwise maybe I’ll just catch a few movies on the tv.” He took a sip of the eggnog and noted a hint of Southern Comfort. When he looked up, she just gave him a little smile. “You?”“Probably about the same thing, except for the mare part. Just catch up on some Christmas movies, have a couple of drinks, sleep in, and do the same tomorrow I suppose. Or,” she paused, grinned a bit at him, “or, maybe you could join me and at least we would have some company to enjoy during our movie watching.” Mel wagged her eyebrows just a bit in excitement.He watched her eyebrows in a bit of amusement, and chuckled softly “I think I would be a fool to turn down the offer. I would be glad to join you.”She smiled widely at that, and rose up to go retrieve the check and complete the formalities of shutting down the restaurant for the night. He watched her dart from spot to spot, helping with cleaning up tables and putting away silverware. A bit of wonder got to him, how different she was here, than in the classroom, where she had always been a bit formal. He wondered briefly if that had to do with her being a veteran. Perhaps it was because of how she’d lived. It wasn’t long though, before she popped up to the table and gently grabbed his arm to signal that it was time to go. Getting to his feet, he realized just about how much alcohol he’d had, but made it out the door and onto the metro bus, to her place.They walked the two blocks from the bus stop to the complex, where Mel’s condo was. Phil looked up, blinking, “I didn’t know anyone rented these out.” Mel just smiled and shook her head, “I own one. Much better than living in the apartments near campus, and especially much quieter and more private. Plus, I don’t have to compete with the younger women at the pool.” She gave a little wolfish grin at that last part and led him towards the door of her condo.Inside, he found the place lightly decorated for Christmas. Little figurines placed here and there, a few window decorations, Christmas cards taped above the entranceway to the kitchen. The condo itself was cozy. From what he could see it seemed like a two bedroom place and he smiled a little at the fireplace in the living room with a stocking hung to one side. The place had a very homie feel to it; something he hadn’t felt except at his parent’s place, in a long time.She ran around in the background, picking up a few things here and there. None of her plans had included company being over for the night. Normally she would have just come in, poured a glass of wine, stripped off her work uniform and caught up with her TiVo in panties. Obviously that wasn’t going to happen tonight though she stifled a little giggle as she imagined what his reaction would have been to that. “There’s beer, eggnog, and soda in the fridge and the cabinet above the freezer has the liquor in it. Feel free to help yourself, so long as you make me an eggnog with spiced rum in it. I’ll be out in a minute.”She pulled off the top and the skirt, throwing them into her laundry basket. After a moment thinking it over, her bra followed shortly afterwards, letting a heavy chest hang freely. Deciding to go all in and fully change, panties were thrown in last. Into the master bathroom she wandered, taking up a warm wet washcloth, and using it to wipe some of the sweat away from underneath her breasts, around her thighs, and a few other places. Fingers ran through her curly red bush. It was a little overdue for a trimming and there was a bit of a wish that she had the time to, but she figured if it came to that he probably wouldn’t mind terribly much. A few pats with a towel to dry off and she put on a stretchy sports bra, tee-shirt, and a pair of university sweat pants. Two spritzes from a bottle of warm vanilla sugar body spray then quick brushing of her hair and out the door she came.Phil had taken a seat on the end of the couch, having made two of the eggnog and spiced rum drinks. Slowly he sipped at one, just admiring her place and the country style décor she seemed to prefer. A smile crossed his face as she came out, a little surprised at how she could make even sweats and a tee-shirt look sexy. He was just content to watch her as she went over to the fireplace and got a compressed log lit, admiring her rear as she bent over to do it, then as she put a movie into the player and came over to the couch.They chatted idly during the first movie, discussing career goals, college experiences, and general background information. Phil purposely kept only slowly sipping away at his eggnog, making the drink last the entirety of the first movie and giving the alcohol time to course its way out of his system. As they chatted he found himself becoming more intrigued with this young woman, her variety of interests and the passion she brought to life. He liked how her face lit up as she talked about taking an internship at a dig in the Badlands and at having found actual dinosaur bones. Even if he wasn’t so interested in what she was studying, he just liked being around someone who was so happy doing what she was doing.The topic slowly turned towards their shared love of horses. He’d grown up on a horse ranch a few hours south of where they were and she’d only just started taking lessons after moving to Boise. He knew more of the technical side but she had the passion beyond that of someone who had just gushed over ponies as a little kid. When she came back from changing the DVD’s and accepted her second drink, he took note that she was sitting much closer to him than at the beginning of the evening. Each time she came back from getting up it seemed she moved a few inches closer till it was shortly after one am and upon coming back from putting in a new movie she was cuddled up against his figure. He could smell the faded scent of vanilla spice on her, it felt inviting, it just felt right.She knew it was the alcohol. She’d been making hers stronger than usual just so that she’d have the excuse to blame the alcohol. But now she found herself spooned up against Phil and having decided that she’d already crossed the line of no turning back. Mel gently guided his arm to rest over her stomach, snuggling herself fully against him, closing her eyes and just savoring the feeling. It had been too long since she’d last felt the comforting warmth of another person pressed up against her, this time with the bonus of his muscles giving her the protective feeling of being wrapped up. Through her sweats she could even feel the gentle pressing of a stiffening cock. She smiled to herself and gave a tiny wiggle just to get a better feel of it then pressed softly against him feigning snuggling in more.By about halfway through the movie and all of the way through her glass of eggnog curiosity and hormones couldn’t be contained much more. Her hand gently drifted to his pants and upon finding no resistance she unzipped the jeans and slipped her hand in, seeking the opening of his boxers. Fingers gently caressed the head of his swollen member and slowly she began to guide it out into the open. Slowly and gently she caressed him, just enjoying the feeling of his hard cock throbbing in her hand. When she felt his fingers touch the edge of her sweats, Mel arched a little to urge him to seek further. A contented sigh slipped from her lips as she felt his hand gently cup her swollen mound and fingers softly rub upon her clit and external lips.He had been hoping that there might be a little fun after she had been wiggling and adjusting against him during the movie. When she reached for his cock, it felt like he’d stiffened even more at the anticipation. The stroking was pleasant but it hadn’t compared to reaching within her sweats, finding her not wearing a pair of panties, and that she was already damp from the little bit of play they’d already gotten into. Gently he played with her clit, loving the little moans coming from her throat. When she felt wet enough he slipped two fingers within her and began to massage the inside of her cunt while caressing her clit. When he felt her fingers leave his cock for a moment he internally sighed at the loss, but seconds later he felt her sweatpants slip down and the soft skin of her rear caress against his stiff member.As much as Mel was enjoying having her cunt caressed by his fingers what she really craved was the stretching that only a thick cock could give her. Twisting her body a bit, she wiggled upwards till she could stand and straddle his feet. Facing away, she slowly lowered he beautiful ass into position. He guided her down with his two hands on her ass cheeks. Then he gently spread her cheeks until his cock head rubbed against her wet, swollen lips. She reached between her legs and gently grasped his shaft. Then she slowly rubbed the head against herself, enjoying the feeling and giving it enough time to get thoroughly wet. She had taken larger cocks, but he was up there in size and she knew that plenty of lube was her key to really enjoying the experience. When she felt she had gotten his cock wet enough, she pressed his head against her tight hole and slowly she began to wiggle herself down, allowing him to enter. A soft groan slipped from her throat as the head popped within, slowly followed by the thick, veiny shaft.Only when she finally felt her ass begin to press against his body, did she finally breathe out and just waited, feeling him within her.  Phil then slid both his hands upward. Very slowly, his manly hands slid around her ass. Then he slid them forward to her navel, sliding one finger into her tender dimple. She had goosebumps for a moment, and he waited until her body calmed. Then  he resumed his slow upward journey, maintaining a contstant firm contact along her narrow waist.Mel rested her back on Phil's chest. Tucking her head on one of his shoulders, she leaned her head alongside his.Finally, his hands slid up, under her tits. He turned his wrists to cup each of her tits, and her ass continued to gyrate on his lap. Her cunt continued to c

Young woman finds lust and love at Christmas.By JagFarlane. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.Mel swiped the credit card along the terminal, waited for the receipt to print, stuffed it into the restaurant’s portfolio along with a couple of Ande’s mints, and turned to stroll towards the table. She dropped it off to the table’s occupants and hurried off to the kitchen, trying to look busy though probably fooling no one. It was Christmas Eve after all and the bulk of the town’s part time residents, university students and staff, had all scattered off to home days ago leaving behind the few full time residents to keep the place from looking like a ghost town.She was a student at the university too, but had elected to remain behind this year much to the restaurant manager’s relief. Not that the money had been very good, with the vast majority of the students gone there were only a few souls that made it into the building each night and sometimes she wondered if it had even been worth it to the management to even turn on the lights. Stepping out to pick up the signed receipt and bus several dessert plates away, a glance was given to the tips section and a bit of a relieved sigh at the decent tip. At least the residents routinely tipped, she smiled a bit to herself.After taking a look around and finding no one else at any of her tables, Mel leaned up against the entranceway to the kitchen and allowed herself a quiet moment. Another Christmas Eve alone; not that she hadn’t gotten used to it during her stint in the Air Force. But they still were never easy to take. She’d gotten out and took the chance to move to the one area she’d dreamed of living ever since she was a little girl, Boise, Idaho. Shortly after arriving, she’d invested most of her savings into a condo figuring that not having a monthly house expense was the best route. From there she had enrolled in the local community college and after graduating moved to Boise State University.Between the part time gig as a waitress, her G I Bill money, and a couple small grants Mel was living a fairly comfortable albeit Spartan lifestyle. Still, it hadn’t left a lot of time for romance and it didn’t help that she spent most of her time around people who were a few years younger than her. Just finding someone she could sit at the bar with, legally, was a challenge sometimes and often the grad students were either too busy or in a serious relationship already. Fingers played in the curls of her long, dark red hair as she mulled over her current state in life. That is, until the snapping of fingers in front of her face brought her back to reality.“Hey, you’ve got one on table six.” Sandy smiled to her as she ducked into the kitchen.Shaking her head a little to clear the daze, frowning for a moment as she realized that Jingle Bells was playing for fourth time tonight, and then putting on her best smile, Mel made her way over towards table six. A quick glance at the clock revealed closing time was drawing near and she said a silent thanks to her shift being over soon. She just hoped this last customer wasn’t someone who had gone out to get drunk, and then stopped here on the way home.Phil looked up from the menu as the waitress approached, still mulling between the hickory burger and the spicy chicken sandwich. A moment was spent admiring the waitress’ legs, shown off by the green and black plaid skirt she was wearing. Slowly his eyes moved upwards, the thought of the hickory burger fading as he looked over her full chest and the red curls lying upon it. It had been a long day of travel then in the barn tending to the mare and the approaching woman was a welcome sight indeed, both for the eyes and the promise of getting a decent meal at some point today.She rolled her eyes a bit at the stare she was getting, some days she didn’t mind getting ogled but over the years it had grown quite annoying. So annoyed she was that she didn’t even notice that he appeared to be familiar. “Good evening and welcome to Terry’s. Can I start you out with a drink and perhaps an appetizer?” She put on her best server smile and hoped that perhaps his eyes would move up from her chest to at least her chin.“Can I get a Miller Light and a half order of mozzarella sticks?” He waited for her to write down the order, “And I’ll take a umm, hickory burger, medium rare.” Phil put down the menu to fish out his driver’s license and passed it to the waitress.She scribbled down the order and took the license as it was passed to her, glancing down at the date of birth then at the picture and passed it back to him. As Mel made her way back to the order station, the nagging thought of the familiar face in the picture was bugging her. She hadn’t red the name, and for once regretted not doing so. A glance over her shoulder as she input the order didn’t reveal much as his head was down to play with his phone.The sound of a skirt swishing as the waitress came up to the table caused him to glance up, just long enough to take the pint glass and take an appreciative sip of the amber liquid. Sure, it was a little watery but after the last two days it felt like heaven. Eyes glanced up to watch the waitress walk away, her red hair swaying behind her. Her shape reminded him a bit of someone else but he wasn’t fully sure who and made a note to try to look at her face the next time she came around.Sandy had taken the mozzarella sticks out to him so Mel stood off to the side; taking note that closing time was coming up in a few minutes. Of course the handful of customers still in the joint would be allowed to finish their meals but not to place any more orders after the doors were locked. Mel was fairly sure she’d figured out who her guest was, but wanted an up close look at his face to be sure. If he was the person she thought he was, it was to be a pleasant surprise, particularly since he’d never paid her figure that sort of attention before, even with there seeming to be a mental connection. A cross of her fingers, perhaps Christmas was looking up after all.Phil sipped at his third beer of the night, glad that the town bus system was still running through the holidays. The redhead hadn’t been by him since bringing the latest beer, a little more than he was used to consuming on a normal evening but it did mean she was coming by more often. He still hadn’t worked up the courage to look her in the face yet, or maybe he was just enjoying the other views, he wasn’t quite sure which one it was. The debate became moot when his head snapped up at the voice behind him and his eyes finally looked at Mel’s face.“Hey Phil, long time!” She was finally certain it was Phil Clauser, who had been the Graduate Teaching Assistant for the Intro to Equine class she’d taken to minor in equine studies. Mel could still remember how the muscles of his forearms threatened to tear the rolled up cuffs of his flannel shirt when he was teaching them out to do groundwork with a stubborn mare. There had been a couple of jokes among the girls about how they wouldn’t mind taking a roll in the hay with him but as far as Mel knew none had done more than chatted about it.For a moment he regretted having finished three beers already as it seemed they were fogging his brain. The face attached to the tall redhead was vaguely familiar. He thought he could place it in a classroom setting. What seemed like an eternity passed before he imagined her hair tied back, a pair of jeans instead of the skirt, and a sweatshirt; finally placed her as a former student of his. “Hey, Melissa. It has been a couple of years, hasn’t it?”She let out her breath a bit, in relief. Sometimes the red hair was nice in that it often helped people to remember her. For once that was playing into her favor. She set down the burger and another beer, “Merry Christmas Eve! I hope it’s going well for you.”“It’s going good now,” he gave her a faint smile and proceeded to tell her about how one of the mares under his charge had come down ill and he’d come back on short notice to oversee her care. He’d only gotten back this morning and had spent most of the day at the barn, only getting enough time to shower the barn smell off, change his clothes, and come in for dinner. “Such of the life of working in agriculture, but it’s worth it to me,” he offered a smile to her as she stole a fry from his plate. The sound of a lock clicking brought him back to the restaurant, “I guess I should eat up, don’t want to keep you late on Christmas Eve of all nights.”“Oh, it’s okay,” she looked up as the manager called out for the waitresses and slid from the table, “I’ll be right back.” Off to the backroom she went, leaving him to work on his meal.He looked up when she rejoined him at the table, sliding herself back into the chair. She placed a glass of eggnog in front of him with a little smile, “On the house. So, what are you doing for Christmas since you’re back on short notice?” He watched as she tilted her head and seemed to be anxiously awaiting his answer. “Oh, I’m not sure. I guess just go home for the night, have to spend some time with the mare, tomorrow and otherwise maybe I’ll just catch a few movies on the tv.” He took a sip of the eggnog and noted a hint of Southern Comfort. When he looked up, she just gave him a little smile. “You?”“Probably about the same thing, except for the mare part. Just catch up on some Christmas movies, have a couple of drinks, sleep in, and do the same tomorrow I suppose. Or,” she paused, grinned a bit at him, “or, maybe you could join me and at least we would have some company to enjoy during our movie watching.” Mel wagged her eyebrows just a bit in excitement.He watched her eyebrows in a bit of amusement, and chuckled softly “I think I would be a fool to turn down the offer. I would be glad to join you.”She smiled widely at that, and rose up to go retrieve the check and complete the formalities of shutting down the restaurant for the night. He watched her dart from spot to spot, helping with cleaning up tables and putting away silverware. A bit of wonder got to him, how different she was here, than in the classroom, where she had always been a bit formal. He wondered briefly if that had to do with her being a veteran. Perhaps it was because of how she’d lived. It wasn’t long though, before she popped up to the table and gently grabbed his arm to signal that it was time to go. Getting to his feet, he realized just about how much alcohol he’d had, but made it out the door and onto the metro bus, to her place.They walked the two blocks from the bus stop to the complex, where Mel’s condo was. Phil looked up, blinking, “I didn’t know anyone rented these out.” Mel just smiled and shook her head, “I own one. Much better than living in the apartments near campus, and especially much quieter and more private. Plus, I don’t have to compete with the younger women at the pool.” She gave a little wolfish grin at that last part and led him towards the door of her condo.Inside, he found the place lightly decorated for Christmas. Little figurines placed here and there, a few window decorations, Christmas cards taped above the entranceway to the kitchen. The condo itself was cozy. From what he could see it seemed like a two bedroom place and he smiled a little at the fireplace in the living room with a stocking hung to one side. The place had a very homie feel to it; something he hadn’t felt except at his parent’s place, in a long time.She ran around in the background, picking up a few things here and there. None of her plans had included company being over for the night. Normally she would have just come in, poured a glass of wine, stripped off her work uniform and caught up with her TiVo in panties. Obviously that wasn’t going to happen tonight though she stifled a little giggle as she imagined what his reaction would have been to that. “There’s beer, eggnog, and soda in the fridge and the cabinet above the freezer has the liquor in it. Feel free to help yourself, so long as you make me an eggnog with spiced rum in it. I’ll be out in a minute.”She pulled off the top and the skirt, throwing them into her laundry basket. After a moment thinking it over, her bra followed shortly afterwards, letting a heavy chest hang freely. Deciding to go all in and fully change, panties were thrown in last. Into the master bathroom she wandered, taking up a warm wet washcloth, and using it to wipe some of the sweat away from underneath her breasts, around her thighs, and a few other places. Fingers ran through her curly red bush. It was a little overdue for a trimming and there was a bit of a wish that she had the time to, but she figured if it came to that he probably wouldn’t mind terribly much. A few pats with a towel to dry off and she put on a stretchy sports bra, tee-shirt, and a pair of university sweat pants. Two spritzes from a bottle of warm vanilla sugar body spray then quick brushing of her hair and out the door she came.Phil had taken a seat on the end of the couch, having made two of the eggnog and spiced rum drinks. Slowly he sipped at one, just admiring her place and the country style décor she seemed to prefer. A smile crossed his face as she came out, a little surprised at how she could make even sweats and a tee-shirt look sexy. He was just content to watch her as she went over to the fireplace and got a compressed log lit, admiring her rear as she bent over to do it, then as she put a movie into the player and came over to the couch.They chatted idly during the first movie, discussing career goals, college experiences, and general background information. Phil purposely kept only slowly sipping away at his eggnog, making the drink last the entirety of the first movie and giving the alcohol time to course its way out of his system. As they chatted he found himself becoming more intrigued with this young woman, her variety of interests and the passion she brought to life. He liked how her face lit up as she talked about taking an internship at a dig in the Badlands and at having found actual dinosaur bones. Even if he wasn’t so interested in what she was studying, he just liked being around someone who was so happy doing what she was doing.The topic slowly turned towards their shared love of horses. He’d grown up on a horse ranch a few hours south of where they were and she’d only just started taking lessons after moving to Boise. He knew more of the technical side but she had the passion beyond that of someone who had just gushed over ponies as a little kid. When she came back from changing the DVD’s and accepted her second drink, he took note that she was sitting much closer to him than at the beginning of the evening. Each time she came back from getting up it seemed she moved a few inches closer till it was shortly after one am and upon coming back from putting in a new movie she was cuddled up against his figure. He could smell the faded scent of vanilla spice on her, it felt inviting, it just felt right.She knew it was the alcohol. She’d been making hers stronger than usual just so that she’d have the excuse to blame the alcohol. But now she found herself spooned up against Phil and having decided that she’d already crossed the line of no turning back. Mel gently guided his arm to rest over her stomach, snuggling herself fully against him, closing her eyes and just savoring the feeling. It had been too long since she’d last felt the comforting warmth of another person pressed up against her, this time with the bonus of his muscles giving her the protective feeling of being wrapped up. Through her sweats she could even feel the gentle pressing of a stiffening cock. She smiled to herself and gave a tiny wiggle just to get a better feel of it then pressed softly against him feigning snuggling in more.By about halfway through the movie and all of the way through her glass of eggnog curiosity and hormones couldn’t be contained much more. Her hand gently drifted to his pants and upon finding no resistance she unzipped the jeans and slipped her hand in, seeking the opening of his boxers. Fingers gently caressed the head of his swollen member and slowly she began to guide it out into the open. Slowly and gently she caressed him, just enjoying the feeling of his hard cock throbbing in her hand. When she felt his fingers touch the edge of her sweats, Mel arched a little to urge him to seek further. A contented sigh slipped from her lips as she felt his hand gently cup her swollen mound and fingers softly rub upon her clit and external lips.He had been hoping that there might be a little fun after she had been wiggling and adjusting against him during the movie. When she reached for his cock, it felt like he’d stiffened even more at the anticipation. The stroking was pleasant but it hadn’t compared to reaching within her sweats, finding her not wearing a pair of panties, and that she was already damp from the little bit of play they’d already gotten into. Gently he played with her clit, loving the little moans coming from her throat. When she felt wet enough he slipped two fingers within her and began to massage the inside of her cunt while caressing her clit. When he felt her fingers leave his cock for a moment he internally sighed at the loss, but seconds later he felt her sweatpants slip down and the soft skin of her rear caress against his stiff member.As much as Mel was enjoying having her cunt caressed by his fingers what she really craved was the stretching that only a thick cock could give her. Twisting her body a bit, she wiggled upwards till she could stand and straddle his feet. Facing away, she slowly lowered he beautiful ass into position. He guided her down with his two hands on her ass cheeks. Then he gently spread her cheeks until his cock head rubbed against her wet, swollen lips. She reached between her legs and gently grasped his shaft. Then she slowly rubbed the head against herself, enjoying the feeling and giving it enough time to get thoroughly wet. She had taken larger cocks, but he was up there in size and she knew that plenty of lube was her key to really enjoying the experience. When she felt she had gotten his cock wet enough, she pressed his head against her tight hole and slowly she began to wiggle herself down, allowing him to enter. A soft groan slipped from her throat as the head popped within, slowly followed by the thick, veiny shaft.Only when she finally felt her ass begin to press against his body, did she finally breathe out and just waited, feeling him within her.  Phil then slid both his hands upward. Very slowly, his manly hands slid around her ass. Then he slid them forward to her navel, sliding one finger into her tender dimple. She had goosebumps for a moment, and he waited until her body calmed. Then  he resumed his slow upward journey, maintaining a contstant firm contact along her narrow waist.Mel rested her back on Phil's chest. Tucking her head on one of his shoulders, she leaned her head alongside his.Finally, his hands slid up, under her tits. He turned his wrists to cup each of her tits, and her ass continued to gyrate on his lap. Her cunt continued to c

Young woman finds lust and love at Christmas.By JagFarlane. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.Mel swiped the credit card along the terminal, waited for the receipt to print, stuffed it into the restaurant’s portfolio along with a couple of Ande’s mints, and turned to stroll towards the table. She dropped it off to the table’s occupants and hurried off to the kitchen, trying to look busy though probably fooling no one. It was Christmas Eve after all and the bulk of the town’s part time residents, university students and staff, had all scattered off to home days ago leaving behind the few full time residents to keep the place from looking like a ghost town.She was a student at the university too, but had elected to remain behind this year much to the restaurant manager’s relief. Not that the money had been very good, with the vast majority of the students gone there were only a few souls that made it into the building each night and sometimes she wondered if it had even been worth it to the management to even turn on the lights. Stepping out to pick up the signed receipt and bus several dessert plates away, a glance was given to the tips section and a bit of a relieved sigh at the decent tip. At least the residents routinely tipped, she smiled a bit to herself.After taking a look around and finding no one else at any of her tables, Mel leaned up against the entranceway to the kitchen and allowed herself a quiet moment. Another Christmas Eve alone; not that she hadn’t gotten used to it during her stint in the Air Force. But they still were never easy to take. She’d gotten out and took the chance to move to the one area she’d dreamed of living ever since she was a little girl, Boise, Idaho. Shortly after arriving, she’d invested most of her savings into a condo figuring that not having a monthly house expense was the best route. From there she had enrolled in the local community college and after graduating moved to Boise State University.Between the part time gig as a waitress, her G I Bill money, and a couple small grants Mel was living a fairly comfortable albeit Spartan lifestyle. Still, it hadn’t left a lot of time for romance and it didn’t help that she spent most of her time around people who were a few years younger than her. Just finding someone she could sit at the bar with, legally, was a challenge sometimes and often the grad students were either too busy or in a serious relationship already. Fingers played in the curls of her long, dark red hair as she mulled over her current state in life. That is, until the snapping of fingers in front of her face brought her back to reality.“Hey, you’ve got one on table six.” Sandy smiled to her as she ducked into the kitchen.Shaking her head a little to clear the daze, frowning for a moment as she realized that Jingle Bells was playing for fourth time tonight, and then putting on her best smile, Mel made her way over towards table six. A quick glance at the clock revealed closing time was drawing near and she said a silent thanks to her shift being over soon. She just hoped this last customer wasn’t someone who had gone out to get drunk, and then stopped here on the way home.Phil looked up from the menu as the waitress approached, still mulling between the hickory burger and the spicy chicken sandwich. A moment was spent admiring the waitress’ legs, shown off by the green and black plaid skirt she was wearing. Slowly his eyes moved upwards, the thought of the hickory burger fading as he looked over her full chest and the red curls lying upon it. It had been a long day of travel then in the barn tending to the mare and the approaching woman was a welcome sight indeed, both for the eyes and the promise of getting a decent meal at some point today.She rolled her eyes a bit at the stare she was getting, some days she didn’t mind getting ogled but over the years it had grown quite annoying. So annoyed she was that she didn’t even notice that he appeared to be familiar. “Good evening and welcome to Terry’s. Can I start you out with a drink and perhaps an appetizer?” She put on her best server smile and hoped that perhaps his eyes would move up from her chest to at least her chin.“Can I get a Miller Light and a half order of mozzarella sticks?” He waited for her to write down the order, “And I’ll take a umm, hickory burger, medium rare.” Phil put down the menu to fish out his driver’s license and passed it to the waitress.She scribbled down the order and took the license as it was passed to her, glancing down at the date of birth then at the picture and passed it back to him. As Mel made her way back to the order station, the nagging thought of the familiar face in the picture was bugging her. She hadn’t red the name, and for once regretted not doing so. A glance over her shoulder as she input the order didn’t reveal much as his head was down to play with his phone.The sound of a skirt swishing as the waitress came up to the table caused him to glance up, just long enough to take the pint glass and take an appreciative sip of the amber liquid. Sure, it was a little watery but after the last two days it felt like heaven. Eyes glanced up to watch the waitress walk away, her red hair swaying behind her. Her shape reminded him a bit of someone else but he wasn’t fully sure who and made a note to try to look at her face the next time she came around.Sandy had taken the mozzarella sticks out to him so Mel stood off to the side; taking note that closing time was coming up in a few minutes. Of course the handful of customers still in the joint would be allowed to finish their meals but not to place any more orders after the doors were locked. Mel was fairly sure she’d figured out who her guest was, but wanted an up close look at his face to be sure. If he was the person she thought he was, it was to be a pleasant surprise, particularly since he’d never paid her figure that sort of attention before, even with there seeming to be a mental connection. A cross of her fingers, perhaps Christmas was looking up after all.Phil sipped at his third beer of the night, glad that the town bus system was still running through the holidays. The redhead hadn’t been by him since bringing the latest beer, a little more than he was used to consuming on a normal evening but it did mean she was coming by more often. He still hadn’t worked up the courage to look her in the face yet, or maybe he was just enjoying the other views, he wasn’t quite sure which one it was. The debate became moot when his head snapped up at the voice behind him and his eyes finally looked at Mel’s face.“Hey Phil, long time!” She was finally certain it was Phil Clauser, who had been the Graduate Teaching Assistant for the Intro to Equine class she’d taken to minor in equine studies. Mel could still remember how the muscles of his forearms threatened to tear the rolled up cuffs of his flannel shirt when he was teaching them out to do groundwork with a stubborn mare. There had been a couple of jokes among the girls about how they wouldn’t mind taking a roll in the hay with him but as far as Mel knew none had done more than chatted about it.For a moment he regretted having finished three beers already as it seemed they were fogging his brain. The face attached to the tall redhead was vaguely familiar. He thought he could place it in a classroom setting. What seemed like an eternity passed before he imagined her hair tied back, a pair of jeans instead of the skirt, and a sweatshirt; finally placed her as a former student of his. “Hey, Melissa. It has been a couple of years, hasn’t it?”She let out her breath a bit, in relief. Sometimes the red hair was nice in that it often helped people to remember her. For once that was playing into her favor. She set down the burger and another beer, “Merry Christmas Eve! I hope it’s going well for you.”“It’s going good now,” he gave her a faint smile and proceeded to tell her about how one of the mares under his charge had come down ill and he’d come back on short notice to oversee her care. He’d only gotten back this morning and had spent most of the day at the barn, only getting enough time to shower the barn smell off, change his clothes, and come in for dinner. “Such of the life of working in agriculture, but it’s worth it to me,” he offered a smile to her as she stole a fry from his plate. The sound of a lock clicking brought him back to the restaurant, “I guess I should eat up, don’t want to keep you late on Christmas Eve of all nights.”“Oh, it’s okay,” she looked up as the manager called out for the waitresses and slid from the table, “I’ll be right back.” Off to the backroom she went, leaving him to work on his meal.He looked up when she rejoined him at the table, sliding herself back into the chair. She placed a glass of eggnog in front of him with a little smile, “On the house. So, what are you doing for Christmas since you’re back on short notice?” He watched as she tilted her head and seemed to be anxiously awaiting his answer. “Oh, I’m not sure. I guess just go home for the night, have to spend some time with the mare, tomorrow and otherwise maybe I’ll just catch a few movies on the tv.” He took a sip of the eggnog and noted a hint of Southern Comfort. When he looked up, she just gave him a little smile. “You?”“Probably about the same thing, except for the mare part. Just catch up on some Christmas movies, have a couple of drinks, sleep in, and do the same tomorrow I suppose. Or,” she paused, grinned a bit at him, “or, maybe you could join me and at least we would have some company to enjoy during our movie watching.” Mel wagged her eyebrows just a bit in excitement.He watched her eyebrows in a bit of amusement, and chuckled softly “I think I would be a fool to turn down the offer. I would be glad to join you.”She smiled widely at that, and rose up to go retrieve the check and complete the formalities of shutting down the restaurant for the night. He watched her dart from spot to spot, helping with cleaning up tables and putting away silverware. A bit of wonder got to him, how different she was here, than in the classroom, where she had always been a bit formal. He wondered briefly if that had to do with her being a veteran. Perhaps it was because of how she’d lived. It wasn’t long though, before she popped up to the table and gently grabbed his arm to signal that it was time to go. Getting to his feet, he realized just about how much alcohol he’d had, but made it out the door and onto the metro bus, to her place.They walked the two blocks from the bus stop to the complex, where Mel’s condo was. Phil looked up, blinking, “I didn’t know anyone rented these out.” Mel just smiled and shook her head, “I own one. Much better than living in the apartments near campus, and especially much quieter and more private. Plus, I don’t have to compete with the younger women at the pool.” She gave a little wolfish grin at that last part and led him towards the door of her condo.Inside, he found the place lightly decorated for Christmas. Little figurines placed here and there, a few window decorations, Christmas cards taped above the entranceway to the kitchen. The condo itself was cozy. From what he could see it seemed like a two bedroom place and he smiled a little at the fireplace in the living room with a stocking hung to one side. The place had a very homie feel to it; something he hadn’t felt except at his parent’s place, in a long time.She ran around in the background, picking up a few things here and there. None of her plans had included company being over for the night. Normally she would have just come in, poured a glass of wine, stripped off her work uniform and caught up with her TiVo in panties. Obviously that wasn’t going to happen tonight though she stifled a little giggle as she imagined what his reaction would have been to that. “There’s beer, eggnog, and soda in the fridge and the cabinet above the freezer has the liquor in it. Feel free to help yourself, so long as you make me an eggnog with spiced rum in it. I’ll be out in a minute.”She pulled off the top and the skirt, throwing them into her laundry basket. After a moment thinking it over, her bra followed shortly afterwards, letting a heavy chest hang freely. Deciding to go all in and fully change, panties were thrown in last. Into the master bathroom she wandered, taking up a warm wet washcloth, and using it to wipe some of the sweat away from underneath her breasts, around her thighs, and a few other places. Fingers ran through her curly red bush. It was a little overdue for a trimming and there was a bit of a wish that she had the time to, but she figured if it came to that he probably wouldn’t mind terribly much. A few pats with a towel to dry off and she put on a stretchy sports bra, tee-shirt, and a pair of university sweat pants. Two spritzes from a bottle of warm vanilla sugar body spray then quick brushing of her hair and out the door she came.Phil had taken a seat on the end of the couch, having made two of the eggnog and spiced rum drinks. Slowly he sipped at one, just admiring her place and the country style décor she seemed to prefer. A smile crossed his face as she came out, a little surprised at how she could make even sweats and a tee-shirt look sexy. He was just content to watch her as she went over to the fireplace and got a compressed log lit, admiring her rear as she bent over to do it, then as she put a movie into the player and came over to the couch.They chatted idly during the first movie, discussing career goals, college experiences, and general background information. Phil purposely kept only slowly sipping away at his eggnog, making the drink last the entirety of the first movie and giving the alcohol time to course its way out of his system. As they chatted he found himself becoming more intrigued with this young woman, her variety of interests and the passion she brought to life. He liked how her face lit up as she talked about taking an internship at a dig in the Badlands and at having found actual dinosaur bones. Even if he wasn’t so interested in what she was studying, he just liked being around someone who was so happy doing what she was doing.The topic slowly turned towards their shared love of horses. He’d grown up on a horse ranch a few hours south of where they were and she’d only just started taking lessons after moving to Boise. He knew more of the technical side but she had the passion beyond that of someone who had just gushed over ponies as a little kid. When she came back from changing the DVD’s and accepted her second drink, he took note that she was sitting much closer to him than at the beginning of the evening. Each time she came back from getting up it seemed she moved a few inches closer till it was shortly after one am and upon coming back from putting in a new movie she was cuddled up against his figure. He could smell the faded scent of vanilla spice on her, it felt inviting, it just felt right.She knew it was the alcohol. She’d been making hers stronger than usual just so that she’d have the excuse to blame the alcohol. But now she found herself spooned up against Phil and having decided that she’d already crossed the line of no turning back. Mel gently guided his arm to rest over her stomach, snuggling herself fully against him, closing her eyes and just savoring the feeling. It had been too long since she’d last felt the comforting warmth of another person pressed up against her, this time with the bonus of his muscles giving her the protective feeling of being wrapped up. Through her sweats she could even feel the gentle pressing of a stiffening cock. She smiled to herself and gave a tiny wiggle just to get a better feel of it then pressed softly against him feigning snuggling in more.By about halfway through the movie and all of the way through her glass of eggnog curiosity and hormones couldn’t be contained much more. Her hand gently drifted to his pants and upon finding no resistance she unzipped the jeans and slipped her hand in, seeking the opening of his boxers. Fingers gently caressed the head of his swollen member and slowly she began to guide it out into the open. Slowly and gently she caressed him, just enjoying the feeling of his hard cock throbbing in her hand. When she felt his fingers touch the edge of her sweats, Mel arched a little to urge him to seek further. A contented sigh slipped from her lips as she felt his hand gently cup her swollen mound and fingers softly rub upon her clit and external lips.He had been hoping that there might be a little fun after she had been wiggling and adjusting against him during the movie. When she reached for his cock, it felt like he’d stiffened even more at the anticipation. The stroking was pleasant but it hadn’t compared to reaching within her sweats, finding her not wearing a pair of panties, and that she was already damp from the little bit of play they’d already gotten into. Gently he played with her clit, loving the little moans coming from her throat. When she felt wet enough he slipped two fingers within her and began to massage the inside of her cunt while caressing her clit. When he felt her fingers leave his cock for a moment he internally sighed at the loss, but seconds later he felt her sweatpants slip down and the soft skin of her rear caress against his stiff member.As much as Mel was enjoying having her cunt caressed by his fingers what she really craved was the stretching that only a thick cock could give her. Twisting her body a bit, she wiggled upwards till she could stand and straddle his feet. Facing away, she slowly lowered he beautiful ass into position. He guided her down with his two hands on her ass cheeks. Then he gently spread her cheeks until his cock head rubbed against her wet, swollen lips. She reached between her legs and gently grasped his shaft. Then she slowly rubbed the head against herself, enjoying the feeling and giving it enough time to get thoroughly wet. She had taken larger cocks, but he was up there in size and she knew that plenty of lube was her key to really enjoying the experience. When she felt she had gotten his cock wet enough, she pressed his head against her tight hole and slowly she began to wiggle herself down, allowing him to enter. A soft groan slipped from her throat as the head popped within, slowly followed by the thick, veiny shaft.Only when she finally felt her ass begin to press against his body, did she finally breathe out and just waited, feeling him within her.  Phil then slid both his hands upward. Very slowly, his manly hands slid around her ass. Then he slid them forward to her navel, sliding one finger into her tender dimple. She had goosebumps for a moment, and he waited until her body calmed. Then  he resumed his slow upward journey, maintaining a contstant firm contact along her narrow waist.Mel rested her back on Phil's chest. Tucking her head on one of his shoulders, she leaned her head alongside his.Finally, his hands slid up, under her tits. He turned his wrists to cup each of her tits, and her ass continued to gyrate on his lap. Her cunt continued to c

Ozzy Osbournen ja Ronnie James Dion laulettua Black Sabbathin keulahahmoina, 1980-luvun alussa bändille koitti vaikea aikakausi. Sitä kutsutaan nimellä ”Lost Years”, hämärät vuodet. Laulajina nähtiin ja kuultiin monien käänteiden jälkeen Deep Purplesta tutut Ian Gillan ja Glenn Hughes, sekä aiemmin tuntematon Tony Martin. Ozzyn ja Dion varjoon jääneenä aikana tehtiin musiikkia, joka ei ole perinteistä Black Sabbathia. Silti se on erittäin kiinnostavaa ja laadukasta heviä ja hard rockia. Sami Ruokangas ja Reidar Palmgren käyvät läpi tätä aikaa, johon mahtuu erikoisia käänteitä ja hyviä tarinoita. Jakson soittolista: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0LdKXmVbwjSm31s0Yd6aWh?si=cea99a00100c4c2a Ensimmäisessä osassa ovat mukana Tony Iommi, Ronnie James Dio, Dio, Ozzy Osbourne, Vinny Appice, Deep Purple, Ian Gillan, Geezer Butler, Bill Ward, Tony Martin, Firm, Paul Rodgers, Jimmy Page, Tony Franklin, Chris Slade, Led Zeppelin, Bad Company, Free, NWOBHM, Gillan, John McCoy, Mammoth, Nicky Moore, Electric Light Orchestra, Bev Bevan, Glenn Hughes, Ritchie Blackmore, Mick Box, Uriah Heep, Samson, Bruce Dickinson, Eddie Van Halen, Yngwie Malmsteen, Lita Ford, Dave “The Beast” Spitz, Dan Spitz, Anthrax, Eric Singer, Gary Moore, KISS, Polka Tulk Blues Band, Cream, Ten Years After, Eric Clapton, Jeff Beck Group, Spinal Tap, Stonehenge, Ron Keel, Keel, Gene Simmons, David Donato, Jeff, Fenholt, Jesus Christ Superstar, Geoff Nicholls, Tunnelin Levy, David Coverdale, Trapeze, Phli Lynott, Garry Sharpe-Young, John Sloman, UFO, Paul Chapman, Lobe Star, Michael Bolton, Cozy Powell, Don Arden, Patrick Meehan, Steve Marriott, Humble Pie, Rob Halford, Ray Gillen, Rondinelli, Rainbow, Bobby Rondinelli, Kerrang, Metal Hammer, Nirvana, Metallica, Sharon Osbourne, Bob Daisley, Lee Kerslake, Randy Rhoads, Blue Murder, John Sykes, Whitesnake, Adrian Vandenberg, Badlands, Jake E. Lee, Rock Candy, Ian Astbury, The Cult, Malcolm Dome, Hammersmith Odeon, Terry Chimes, The Clash, Andy McCoy, Queen, Little Steven, Michael Monroe, Neil Murray, Vow Wow, Michael Schenker Group, Laurence Cottle, Don Airey, Carl Sentance, The Police, Miles Copeland, Juha Ruokangas, Pink Floyd, Jukka Komppa, Iron Maiden, Keskisuomalainen, Andy Fraser, Micky Moody, Bernie Marsden, Freddie Mercury, Katrina and the Waves, Ossi Runne, Judas Priest, John Kalodner, Carmine Appice. Sibelius, Lauri Porra, Stratovarius, Ben Granfelt, Wishbone Ash, Thin Lizzy, Tommy Aldridge, Darren Wharton, Led Zeppelin, Robert Plant ja Jim Morrison. www.facebook.com/RockAroundTheBlogFinland www.instagram.com/samiruokangas

In this episode we interview NFL analyst Will Parkinson from Badlands/Turn on the Jets and discuss the Jets new staff, the team's options at quarterback, players that could be traded, and the top options for the upcoming draft. 

Director Dan Trachtenberg, co-producer Ben Rosenblatt, director of photography Jeff Cutter and stunt co-ordinator Jacob Tomuri

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In this episode of Badlands Daily, CannCon and Alpha Warrior break down the escalating fight over federal funding freezes and the political firestorm surrounding executive authority. They analyze the media's framing of recent administrative actions, the legal arguments being weaponized in response, and how the narrative is shaping public perception in real time. The hosts also dive into ongoing foreign policy developments, examining geopolitical tensions, strategic messaging from global leaders, and what it all signals about shifting alliances. As always, they connect the dots between policy, press coverage, and the broader information war, highlighting inconsistencies, overlooked details, and the motivations driving key players. From domestic legal battles to international maneuvering, this episode offers a sharp, grounded analysis of the headlines dominating the day, and what they could mean moving forward.

S9E7 went out live from the TSORR Studio on Myoli Beach on 12 Feb 2026 at 19h00 on Bulldogs Radio.  It was a very cool show, we had a lot of fun, lots of classic rock, check out the list below for artists featured below.  The interview with Anton Edwards was wonderful, what a songwriter. Check out his new song half way through the show. Please do vote on the Diabolical Challenge every week on The Story of Rock and Roll Facebook page. Check out the website: www.thestoryofrockandroll.com  and join TSORR Central, DM me on Facebook or X to get an invite for that.  If you want to be on the mailing list for all the weekly videos and documentaries of show-related material, send an email to:  thestoryofrockandroll1@gmail.com Running order of artists featured:  Metallica, Dokken, Airbourne, Tailgunner, Judas Priest, Alter Bridge, Megadeth, Wolf, Trivium, Sixx:A.M., Smith/Kotzen, Black Sabbath, Pink Floyd, AC/DC, The Doors, Green Day, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Slayer, Anton Edwards, Mötley Crüe, Black Sabbath, Bob Dylan, David Gilmour, KISS, UFO, Iron Maiden, Thin Lizzy, The Clash, Led Zeppelin, Badlands, Jimmy Barnes, Motorhead, Dire Straits.The Story of Rock and Roll. TSORR - Your one-stop shop for Rock

In Chapter 8 of Stolen Elections, CannCon, Ashe in America, and special guest Colonel Towner Watkins dissect the explosive claims surrounding the so-called “Cartel del Sol.” What begins as a discussion of Hugo Chávez's constitutional reforms quickly turns into a deep examination of the timeline, contradictions, and shifting narratives surrounding Venezuela, the FARC, and U.S. intelligence operations. The trio scrutinizes allegations that Venezuela became the epicenter of the world's largest drug trafficking organization, challenging the internal inconsistencies in the book's sourcing and the evolving origin story of the cartel's name. They question how rival cartels were supposedly “defeated,” how drug operations expanded so rapidly, and why arrests occurred if the activity was state-sanctioned. Along the way, they highlight discrepancies in indictments, DEA reports, and claims about international influence. With sharp analysis and pointed skepticism, this chapter dives into the mechanics of narrative building, the politics of drug war accusations, and the broader geopolitical implications tied to Venezuela's leadership and U.S. involvement.

In this episode of Badlands Daily, CannCon and Ashe in America break down a federal judge's decision rejecting the DOJ's attempt to access Michigan voter rolls, igniting debate over federal authority, state control, and whether the “right to vote” is even grounded in the First Amendment. The hosts revisit longstanding concerns about voter roll maintenance, transparency, and the tension between national oversight and state election administration. The conversation then shifts to the Senate battle over the SAVE Act, where pressure is mounting on Republicans to consider filibuster reform in order to require proof of citizenship and photo ID for voting. With polling showing strong public support for voter ID, CannCon and Ashe examine who is blocking reform and why. The episode also covers newly unsealed details from the Fulton County ballot investigation, media efforts to label concerns as “debunked,” and the growing accountability fight surrounding election administration nationwide.

In Episode 155 of Badlands Story Hour, Chris Paul and Burning Bright dive deep into Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, unpacking its layered storytelling, fractured timelines, and emotional weight. What begins as a quirky indie romance becomes a powerful exploration of trauma, memory, identity, and the illusion of starting over. The hosts examine Joel and Clementine as archetypes of modern gender dynamics—two damaged individuals shaped by cultural programming, insecurity, and emotional shielding. From the frozen Montauk beach to the collapsing memories, they analyze how suppressed childhood experiences, resentment, and fear of vulnerability unravel relationships from within. They also tackle the moral implications of memory erasure, questioning whether wiping pain away would truly free us—or rob us of the wisdom that pain provides. Through sharp commentary and personal insight, this episode explores whether love can survive honesty, whether trauma defines us, and whether forgetting is ever the answer. A thoughtful, layered discussion on storytelling, psychology, and the cost of engineered “new beginnings.”

We're Back! Like that movie, Jurassic World Rebirth. It's been One Battle After Another, but after a long (some might say too long) hiatus, your boys have returned! After months wandering through the Predator Badlands for what seems like forever, Ryan and Josh have fired up the computerTron Ares and delivered another slam bang adventure through cinema! We talk about Caught Stealing.Youtube⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Twitch

In this episode of Badlands Daily, CannCon and Ghost open with discussion around border enforcement authority, executive power, and the shifting posture of federal agencies as public pressure intensifies. The hosts walk through recent statements and actions tied to immigration control, law enforcement discretion, and the growing tension between federal policy and state response. The conversation moves into free speech and censorship battles, examining how institutional control is enforced through media pressure, policy intimidation, and selective enforcement. CannCon and Ghost break down examples of narrative enforcement, the role of legacy media in shaping perception, and why recent cracks in that system are becoming harder to ignore. Additional segments touch on cultural pushback, public fatigue with manufactured outrage cycles, and how information warfare is losing effectiveness as audiences become more discerning. Throughout the episode, the hosts connect these developments to broader patterns of authority, resistance, and the diminishing ability of centralized systems to maintain narrative dominance.

Why do so many dads lose touch with their friends — and why does no one talk about it?Kevin Maguire sits down with writer Sam Graham-Felsen for a candid conversation about male loneliness, modern masculinity, and the friendships fathers quietly need but rarely prioritise. From the myths of toughness to the courage it takes to reach out, this episode challenges the idea that men are supposed to do parenthood alone.Where to Find Sam Graham-FelsenWebsite: https://www.samgf.comSam's novel "Green": https://www.amazon.com/Green-Novel-Sam-Graham-Felsen/dp/0399591141Episode ReferencesSam's Badlands essay: “I Tried to Toughen Up My Son. Things Didn't Go as Planned.” https://www.nytimes.com/2025/10/19/magazine/national-parks-badlands-roosevelt-south-dakota.htmlSam's essay on male loneliness: “Where Have All My Deep Male Friendships Gone?" https://www.nytimes.com/2025/05/25/magazine/male-friendships.htmlKevin's essay, “Where's My Jenny?” https://www.thenewfatherhood.org/p/wheres-my-jennyBrooklyn Stroll Club (example of dads building community): https://brooklynstrollclub.substack.com/p/welcome-to-brooklyn-stroll-clubMan of the Year podcast episode on the “TCS method” (Text/Call/See): https://bleav.com/shows/man-of-the-year/episodes/86-how-often-should-you-see-your-friends-aka-the-tcs-method/Theodore Roosevelt and the Strenuous Life: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Strenuous_LifeDadurdays: IRL meetups in a city near you https://www.thenewfatherhood.org/p/introducing-dadurdays-irl-meetupsMen calling to wish each other goodnight https://vm.tiktok.com/ZNRyyCCyx/Ray Charles — "America the Beautiful" (YouTube): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2FXN1Z6Q004Bruce Springsteen — "Badlands" (Official Lyric Video, YouTube): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a-ME4n-mKKcWoody Guthrie — "This Land Is Your Land" (YouTube): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wxiMrvDbq3sTimestamps00:00 — Why adult men lose friendships (and why it matters)02:00 — The loneliness gap in early fatherhood: “Where are the people checking on me?”04:00 — The first time Sam felt like a dad (Prospect Park leaf walks)08:00 — The Badlands trip, Theodore Roosevelt, and the myth of “toughening up your son”12:00 — Bullying, humiliation, and how confidence collapses in unexpected places15:00 — What's changing for boys (gender norms) vs what's worsening (cyberbullying)18:00 — Helping kids pick friends: “nice” and shared interests over status21:00 — Writing publicly about loneliness: why it's hard, and why it lands22:00 — The cultural script: dads should provide, achieve… and outgrow friendship23:00 — Friendship as the most underrated mental health strategy25:00 — “Where's my Jenny?” + being the dad who reaches out first26:00 — The “intruder dad” feeling in mum-heavy parenting spaces29:00 — Dad Days + WhatsApp groups: you get out what you put in33:00 — TCM/TCS method: text weekly, call monthly, see quarterly35:00 — Why phone calls are weirdly hard (and how to make them work)36:00 — Voice notes + “private podcasts” as friendship glue37:00 — The “asynchronous book club” idea Get full access to The New Fatherhood at www.thenewfatherhood.org/subscribe

La Nueva Ford Bronco Badlands 2026 viene con su potente motor y suspensión lista para la aventura fuera de la carretera. (R.C.P.2/EV-RE20) C.L. 56.703 email: gonz2331@gmail.com

CannCon and Zak Paine kick off this episode of Badlands Daily by breaking down Super Bowl weekend, from the Seahawks–Patriots matchup to the controversy surrounding Bad Bunny's halftime performance. They examine the cultural and political messaging embedded in the show, the backlash it sparked, and the alternative Turning Point USA broadcast featuring Kid Rock, which drew massive viewership. The conversation turns to media narratives and credibility, including new layoffs at The Washington Post and commentary blaming Donald Trump rather than declining trust. The hosts also revisit lingering questions surrounding Jeffrey Epstein, focusing on a DOJ statement dated prior to his reported death and what that timing implies. Additional topics include resurfaced concerns over election machines and data transmission, viral political memes that triggered establishment outrage, reactions from athletes and public figures, and the broader collapse of legacy media influence. As always, the episode blends sharp analysis, cultural critique, and unapologetic commentary on the stories shaping the national conversation.

In Episode 39 of Flow, Cam Cooksey opens the show with community interaction and reflections on gratitude, personal milestones, and the growing bonds within the Badlands audience. As the episode unfolds, Cam shifts into a deeper discussion about perception, deception, and the danger of assuming unseen “master plans” are always at work behind obvious manipulation. Referencing commentary from Eric Rice, he challenges the idea that hidden operations excuse visible lies, framing this mindset as a psychological trap that prevents accountability. Throughout the episode, Cam emphasizes spiritual grounding, repeatedly returning to the idea of keeping “eyes on Christ” while navigating uncertainty, noise, and information overload. He explores the concept of living with purpose while recognizing that much of modern life is shaped by illusion, performance, and form rather than substance. The show blends humor, live chat engagement, and introspection, creating a reflective conversation about discernment, faith, and remaining centered amid constant narrative pressure.

We think the work Dan Trachtenberg has been doing with the Predator franchise has been top-notch. In 2025 he was two for two, with Killer of Killers and this film, Predator: Badlands! A film unlike we've seen in the franchise, there is a lot more writing, character growth, and lore here than most see. We unpack everything... and there is a lot! We also break down our top 5 "Bad Dads" in films and tv! So grab your shoulder blaster, watch out for those thorns, and please don't drop your weapons... it's time for Predator: Badlands on the Movie Defenders Podcast! Click here to listen and connect anywhere: https://linktr.ee/moviedefenders 00:00:00 Intro and What We've Been Watching 00:25:16 Top 5 Bad Dads 01:12:04 Predator: Badlands Discussion Starts 01:56:38 Meet Thia 02:19:34 The Alpha Protects the Pack 02:34:57 Tessa's Plans Special thanks to our amazing Patreon supporters! Alex Kirkby  Alexis Helman Barrett Young Bart German Brett Bowen Daryl Ewry Doug Robertson Ena Haynes Eric Blattberg Jason Chastain Josh Evans Joshua Loy Katherine Boulware Kevin Athey Mark Nattress Mark Martin Megan Bush Michal Kaczmarek Michael Puckett Nick Nagher Randal Silver Sean Masters Stephanie Ewry Tim TJ Walker Attack of the Killer Podcast

In this episode of Spellbreakers, Matt Trump reflects on a pivotal moment unfolding across Badlands Media as new developments around the Georgia runoff and Fulton County come into sharper focus. Drawing directly from CannCon's reporting and his own deep dive into Badlands programming, Matt walks through the emotional and informational flood surrounding election integrity, the preservation of evidence, and the significance of recent legal and federal actions tied to Georgia's ballots. The conversation explores how fragmented reporting, lost digital records, and narrative control have shaped public understanding since 2020, while emphasizing the importance of timelines, primary evidence, and methodical reconstruction of events. Matt also examines the role Badlands hosts and audiences have played in sustaining investigative momentum when mainstream avenues shut down inquiry. This episode centers on reconnecting the dots, restoring context, and framing the Georgia runoff revelations as part of a much larger story still unfolding—one that demands patience, precision, and historical clarity.

On this episode of Badlands Daily, CannCon is joined by Chris Paul for a wide-ranging and hard-hitting breakdown of the week's biggest developments. The conversation opens with President Trump's rollout of Trump Rx and what it signals for drug pricing, insurance middlemen, and the broader healthcare cartel. From there, the discussion moves into election integrity, including explosive revelations out of Georgia, ongoing concerns about machine voting, hand counts, and why meaningful reform is still being slow-walked. CannCon and Chris also examine the latest maneuvers from Congress, including the renewed Clinton spectacle, Epstein-related developments, and why these “oversight” efforts feel more like political theater than accountability. Internationally, they dig into Romania's overturned election, EU censorship tactics, and what it reveals about global interference in so-called democratic processes. The episode wraps with sharp commentary on media narratives, establishment power plays, and why parallel systems, in health, elections, and information, are becoming unavoidable. A packed, fast-moving show that connects the dots and challenges the official story from start to finish.

In this live, call-in–style episode of The Daily Herold, Jon Herold opens the floor to the Badlands community for real-time discussion on the stories driving the day. The conversation ranges from Bitcoin's sudden volatility and debates over market manipulation to the arrest of a suspect connected to the Benghazi attack and questions surrounding the timing and motives behind it. Jon and callers dig into skepticism around the SAVE Act, concerns about voter integrity measures, and whether proposed solutions actually address the root problems. The episode also covers the launch of TrumpRx, a new direct-to-consumer platform aimed at lowering prescription drug prices, along with broader concerns about Big Pharma, advertising influence, and healthcare costs. Additional topics include resistance inside the intelligence community to Tulsi Gabbard's investigative initiatives, ICE surveillance practices, civil liberties, and media backlash over a Trump-related meme controversy. With humor, frustration, and sharp analysis, this episode captures a wide-ranging snapshot of where politics, culture, and public trust collide.

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RobChrisRob returned from their various extraterrestrial missions to talk about Comic-Cons attempts to stop AI art from infiltrating the dealer floor, the cosplaying elsa singing 'let it go' translated into glorious klingon, the legal ramifications of discussing mating gay pandas in china, Suicide Pod maker wants AI to decide if you can unalive yourself, the gutiar with the floating magnetic bridge... as well as Starfleet Academy, No Other Choice, Predator: Badlands and more. Join our discord to talk along or the Subreddit where you will find all the links https://discord.gg/YZMTgpyhB https://www.reddit.com/r/TacoZone/

This week around the Sonic Campfire, the crew is joined by Mr. Rack Attack himself, Blake VanTussenbrook, from Badlands Gear.  We've talked to Blake a lot over the years, but mostly at the Great American Outdoor show.  We finally had time to sit down with him for a whole hour.  And of course, Blake did not disappoint.  Listen in as we get caught up with Blake, and all things Badlands...including some exclusive sneak peaks at some new gear on the way this year.  Check it out!!  Instagram: badlandsgear For more In The Currents go to https://rutandriverpursuits.com/ 

In this February 5 episode of Badlands Daily, CannCon and Alpha Warrior focus on how the latest Epstein-related document drops are being actively misread and weaponized online. The discussion centers on the widespread confusion between contact lists, flight logs, testimony, and evidence, and how names appearing in documents are being falsely treated as proof of crimes. The hosts spend significant time addressing claims tied to witness protection, sealed records, and why assumptions about who is protected, who is exposed, and why certain material remains classified are being made without substantiation. They also break down how influencers and media figures are accelerating these errors, creating a feedback loop of outrage, retractions, and credibility damage. Throughout the episode, CannCon and Alpha Warrior stress the legal distinctions being ignored, the danger of crowdsourced investigations driven by emotion, and why this moment is testing whether alternative media can apply the same standards of restraint they demand from legacy outlets.

On this episode of Badlands Daily, CannCon and Ashe in America break down a major breaking story that raises serious legal and election-related implications tied to Fulton County. The discussion centers on newly uncovered information first reported through Badlands, examining how the details intersect with election integrity, legal exposure, and broader systemic failures. The hosts explore the significance of the findings, why the legal angle matters as much as the election angle, and how transportation networks, government involvement, and fraud allegations connect across multiple layers. Along the way, they react to national commentary, discuss related media coverage, and outline what to watch next as additional details are expected to emerge. This episode sets the stage for deeper analysis in upcoming programming, including further document reviews and follow-up investigations, while reinforcing why this story could have far-reaching consequences.

In Chapter 7 of Badlands Book Club, hosts CannCon and Ashe in America are joined by special guest Colonel Towner for a detailed examination of Venezuela as presented in Stolen Elections. The discussion focuses on Hugo Chávez's rise to power, disputed claims surrounding democratic legitimacy, and the broader historical context often omitted from mainstream narratives. Together, they unpack the book's treatment of U.S. intelligence involvement, sanctions, oil nationalization, Cuban influence, and the framing of authoritarianism versus foreign intervention. The conversation highlights contradictions in timelines, contested allegations of election manipulation, and how economic pressure and narrative shaping are portrayed as contributing to Venezuela's collapse. Particular attention is given to how history is written, which actors benefit from selective framing, and what gaps in the record suggest when viewed through a geopolitical and military lens. This chapter-driven discussion emphasizes critical reading, historical context, and the importance of questioning accepted explanations.

In this episode of Badlands Story Hour, Chris Paul and Burning Bright take a deep dive into Troy (2004), examining the film's portrayal of heroism, honor, and myth through its central figures. The discussion explores Achilles as a deeply flawed protagonist driven by legacy and reputation, contrasted with Hector as the true moral center of the story. They unpack key performances, including Brad Pitt, Eric Bana, and Peter O'Toole, and analyze how casting, direction, and production challenges shaped the final film. The conversation moves beyond surface-level critique to examine archetypes, Greek tragedy, and the enduring power of myth over historical fact. Chris and Burning Bright discuss why stories like Troy persist across generations, how myth conveys truth differently than history, and what Achilles' arc reveals about honor, pride, and moral awakening. The episode closes by connecting these timeless themes to modern culture, storytelling, and the nature of power, legacy, and human motivation.

In this February 3 episode of Badlands Daily, CannCon and Ghost unpack the fallout from the latest Epstein document releases and the widespread confusion they've generated online and in the media. The discussion focuses on how incomplete information, rushed conclusions, and viral claims have distorted public understanding, turning document dumps into narrative weapons rather than sources of clarity. CannCon and Ghost walk through specific examples of misinterpretation, emphasizing the difference between what the files actually contain and what is being asserted across social platforms. The episode also examines the role of media amplification, selective framing, and emotional bait in driving outrage cycles, often at the expense of accuracy. Throughout the conversation, the hosts stress discernment, restraint, and the importance of slowing down when politically charged material is released without context. This episode serves as a real-time case study in how information overload, narrative pressure, and impatience can obscure truth rather than reveal it.

"What struck you most about Roosevelt?" The question hangs in the air as we return to last week's episode. The spectacles, the gymnasium, the Badlands, the Bull Moose - each moment revealing layers we're still unpacking.Roosevelt's life demands conversation - about privilege and responsibility, grief and reinvention, the price of the strenuous life, and whether we're equal to the standard he set.Join us as we unpack our teaching on America's youngest president. We wrestle with the boy who built himself strong, debate the widower's flight to Dakota, examine the politician-turned-warrior, and confront the complex legacy of his presidency. From his second-floor gymnasium to his final days at Sagamore Hill, we ask the questions his life forces us to answer: What do we do with privilege? What does strength actually serve? This isn't recap. It's reckoning with what Roosevelt's life demands from ours.

CannCon and Zak Paine break down a packed Badlands Daily covering the unraveling media narrative and escalating unrest tied to ICE enforcement. The show opens with an in-depth examination of Don Lemon's arrest, the media's attempt to reframe him as a persecuted journalist, and direct comparisons to the treatment of January 6 defendants. From there, the conversation expands into ongoing ICE protests across Los Angeles, Minnesota, and New York, including traffic blockades, attacks on media crews, and the growing use of children in politically charged demonstrations and school walkouts. The hosts also dig into newly released Epstein-related emails, unpacking disturbing claims involving powerful political figures, intelligence connections, and foreign interference. Additional segments cover massive overseas cash transfers out of U.S. airports, the financial collapse of the DNC heading into 2026, Hollywood backlash over the Melania documentary's box office success, and rising public pushback against establishment narratives. The episode closes with a clear throughline: selective enforcement, narrative control, and the consequences now coming into focus.

This episode of Alphas Make Sandwiches kicks off with Groundhog Day chaos, falling iguanas in Florida, and a deep dive into the strange tradition of “painting the town red,” tracing the phrase back to 19th-century British aristocrats and elite excess. The hosts share camera-roll challenges, night photography tips, and audience submissions before pivoting into U.S. history, including the founding of Rocky Mountain National Park, the Challenger and Columbia disasters, and a thought-provoking discussion on the constitutional consequences of the 13th Amendment's ratification. The conversation shifts to cultural commentary with reactions to awards-show spectacle, celebrity activism, and public expressions of faith, including Jelly Roll's acceptance speech. The panel also explores Victorian-era curse words, blasphemy laws, and creative alternatives to modern profanity, blending history with humor. Rounding out the show are hands-on segments featuring crystal-growing crafts, Super Bowl snack ideas, sourdough recipes, and Badlands community banter, making this episode equal parts cultural analysis, history lesson, and laid-back Monday hang.

In this January 30, 2026 episode of Badlands Daily, CannCon and Chris Paul break down the latest developments surrounding federal enforcement, border operations, and the shifting tone coming from official channels. The discussion focuses on recent statements and actions tied to border security, jurisdictional authority, and how enforcement priorities are being communicated to the public. CannCon and Chris examine inconsistencies in media coverage, the gap between rhetoric and execution, and why enforcement narratives often lag behind operational reality. The episode also touches on timing, coordination across agencies, and how public expectations can become distorted when information is selectively emphasized or withheld. Throughout the conversation, the hosts stress discernment, patience, and understanding how authority actually functions within federal systems. This episode offers a grounded overview of enforcement-related developments and why perception management plays a central role in shaping public response.

In this January 29, 2026 episode of Badlands Daily, hosts CannCon and Alpha Warrior break down a news cycle defined by tightening narratives, legal movement, and visible strain across institutions. The discussion centers on how pressure manifests when stories can no longer be sustained at the surface level, forcing recalibration in messaging, timing, and response. CannCon and Alpha focus on signals rather than speculation, emphasizing process, authority, and the importance of understanding how developments unfold behind the scenes. Throughout the episode, they examine why public reactions often lag behind structural change, and how patience and pattern recognition are critical when momentum shifts are underway. This episode offers a grounded look at how pressure builds, narratives bend, and why outcomes are shaped more by structure and timing than by noise or emotion.

Director and Executive Producer Stephen Surjik joins us to break down the making of Netflix's new Western series The Abandons—a gloriously bloody, female-led frontier drama already being compared to Yellowstone. Set in the lawless 1850s Washington Territory, The Abandons follows a brutal land feud between two formidable matriarchs, played by Gillian Anderson and Lena Headey. Stephen walks us through what it takes to make a Western feel dangerous again—from shooting in the Badlands and mountains of Alberta to navigating extreme weather, elevation, horses, and real wildlife on set.We dive deep into The Abandons, Stephen's long-standing collaboration with Netflix (The Umbrella Academy, Daredevil, Jessica Jones, The Witcher), and his return to working with Gillian Anderson two decades after The X-Files. Stephen also shares how close collaboration with First Nations communities and cultural advisors shaped the show's authenticity—on screen and behind the scenes. If you're interested in large-scale production, historical world-building, or directing performances where power, land, and survival collide, this is a must-listen.

In this January 28, 2026 episode of Badlands Daily, CannCon and Ashe in America ease into the day's discussion with commentary on extreme cold sweeping parts of the country and the contrast between lived experience and media exaggeration. From there, the conversation shifts toward broader signals beneath the noise, including market chatter, public fatigue with centralized narratives, and the slow erosion of credibility across institutions. CannCon and Ashe reflect on how repetition, overreach, and emotional manipulation are losing effectiveness as audiences become more discerning. Interwoven throughout the episode are observations on timing, perception, and why fewer people are reacting the way they once did. The discussion emphasizes awareness, pattern recognition, and the importance of stepping back from manufactured urgency to better understand what is actually changing beneath the surface.

In Episode 153 of Badlands Story Hour, Chris Paul and Burning Bright share a reflective and often humorous story centered on an unexpected journey through London. The episode unfolds as a personal narrative, touching on disorientation, cultural contrasts, and the small moments that reveal deeper lessons about awareness, trust, and adaptability. As the story progresses, the hosts weave observations about human behavior, chance encounters, and the way unfamiliar environments challenge assumptions and habits. The conversation balances storytelling with introspection, allowing meaning to emerge organically rather than through analysis. True to the spirit of Story Hour, the episode emphasizes experience over explanation, inviting listeners to sit with the story and draw their own connections. Lost in London captures how moments of uncertainty can become formative, memorable, and quietly instructive when viewed through reflection rather than frustration.

About This Episode: 2025 Top 10 Films - Ep 380: New Year, New Normies, Last Year's Best of Lists! We count down our Top 10 Films of 2025, the movies that lived rent-free in our heads long after the credits rolled. We're breaking down what made 2025 such a memorable year at the movies, and it's certainly not the other theater goers that keep us showing up to the theater. Grab some popcorn and argue along with our hot takes and last ditch efforts at recommending hidden gems. Agree with us? Probably not—and that's half the fun! Somehow heartbreak feels good in a Normie like this. @Normies_Like_Us https://www.instagram.com/normies_like_us/ @jacob https://www.instagram.com/_j__a___c___o__b_/ @Mike_Has_Insta https://www.instagram.com/mike_has_insta/ https://letterboxd.com/BabblingBrooksy/ https://letterboxd.com/hobbes72/ https://letterboxd.com/mikejromans/

In this January 27, 2026 episode of Badlands Daily, hosts CannCon and Ghost break down the day's most significant legal and political developments as multiple storylines continue to evolve. The discussion focuses on ongoing court activity, institutional responses, and how shifting narratives reveal mounting pressure across systems that once appeared immovable. CannCon and Ghost examine timing, jurisdiction, and procedural signals, emphasizing how developments behind the scenes often matter more than headline reactions. The episode also explores information control, media framing, and why certain issues are reemerging after long periods of silence. Throughout the conversation, the hosts stress the importance of patience, pattern recognition, and understanding structure over spectacle. This episode offers a grounded look at where momentum appears to be building and what signals suggest the current phase is far from complete.

In this episode of Baseless Conspiracies, Jon Herold and Zak Paine welcome a special guest for a wide-ranging discussion that moves from current political flashpoints to deep historical and archaeological mysteries. The conversation begins with developments in Minnesota, federal law enforcement narratives, and media-driven panic before shifting into an exploration of Greenland, Venezuela, and the possibility of hidden worlds beneath the Earth's surface. The hosts examine ancient civilizations, unexplored terrain, mysterious petroglyphs, underground cave systems, and long-suppressed discoveries tied to gold, lost cultures, and forbidden archaeology. Drawing connections between modern geopolitics, historic expeditions, and speculative theories involving Antarctica, Mesopotamia, and inner-earth legends, the discussion blends current events with deep conspiracy lore. As always, the episode balances serious analysis with humor, skepticism, and late-night Badlands energy, inviting listeners to question official narratives and reconsider what might still be hidden from public view.

Includes an interview with Dan Trachtenberg, the director of Predator: Badlands and co-director of Predator: Killer of Killers. Presented by Corporal Hicks & RidgeTop. The post #236: The Yautja Perspective, A Conversation with Predator: Badlands Director Dan Trachtenberg appeared first on Alien vs. Predator Galaxy.

In this January 26, 2026 episode of Badlands Daily, hosts CannCon and Zak Paine examine how legal processes, election oversight, and institutional responses are converging in real time. The discussion focuses on court activity, procedural developments, and election-related findings, with close attention paid to jurisdiction, evidence, and how cases move forward once formal review begins. CannCon and Zak walk through what is happening inside the system rather than reacting to headlines, highlighting the importance of documentation, timelines, and process over speculation. The episode also explores how previously dismissed issues are resurfacing through official channels, why certain actions are now unavoidable, and how accountability unfolds through structure rather than spectacle. Throughout the conversation, the hosts emphasize patience, clarity, and understanding how outcomes are shaped by mechanics rather than rhetoric.

MUSICHarry Styles is back with a new album after a three year hiatus and the ladies are READY. Kiss All the Time. Disco, Occasionally, set for a March 6 release. Produced by his longtime collaborator Kid Harpoon, the album, which will mark Styles' fourth studio album and his first since 2022, will feature 12 new tracks.https://www.rollingstone.com/music/music-news/harry-styles-album-kiss-all-the-time-disco-occassionally-1235499907/ Disturbed, Limp Bizkit and Bad Omens will headline the Inkcarceration festival, July 17th through the 19th in Mansfield, Ohio. Other acts on the bill include Papa Roach, Starset, Hollywood Undead, Sleep Theory, A Day to Remember, Motionless in White and Ice Nine Kills.Black Stone Cherry have teamed up with Tyler Connolly of Theory of a Deadman for a cover of Simple Minds' "Don't You (Forget About Me)." Check it out on YouTube. Lamb Of God will release their 10th studio album, titled "Into Oblivion," on March 13th. https://rocksound.tv/news/lamb-of-god-announce-new-album-into-oblivion Twenty One Pilots have shared the first trailer for More Than We Ever Imagined, the concert film that will be in theaters on February 26th. Watch it now on YouTube. Adam Lazzara, frontman of Taking Back Sunday, made a surprise guest appearance during Halsey's 'Back of Badlands' tour at Hammersmith Ballroom in New York City. https://tonedeaf.thebrag.com/watch-taking-back-sundays-adam-lazzara-join-halsey-on-stage-in-new-york/ NEW ALBUM RELEASES:· A$AP Rocky - Don't Be Dumb· Funeral Portrait - Live From Suffocate City· Richard Marx - After Hours TVPamela Anderson sat down with Andy Cohen and explained that she left the show and “went right to bed” after presenting the award for Best Actress in a Motion Picture Musical or Comedy to Rose Byrne because was avoiding Seth Rogen, who produced and starred in “Pam And Tommy,” (2022 miniseries about the fallout over a stolen sex tape she made in the mid-1990s with then-husband Tommy Lee.) https://www.huffpost.com/entry/pamela-anderson-seth-rogen-golden-globes-yucky_n_69693545e4b00edae2a40599 Can it be that I have entirely missed the point of "Baywatch"? Because a casting call just went out for the new reboot, and check this out: https://deadline.com/2026/01/baywatch-open-casting-call-fox-reboot-1236684357/ Game of Thrones author George R.R. Martin has publicly expressed his disappointment with the creative process of House of the Dragon. https://collider.com/george-rr-martin-abysmal-relationship-with-house-of-the-dragon-showrunner-ryan-condal/ And speaking of GOT: Sophie Turner has been cast as Lara Croft in a new live-action television adaptation of the Tomb Raider franchise, developed by Prime Video. https://variety.com/2026/tv/news/tomb-raider-sophie-turner-lara-croft-first-look-1236605699/ Jay Leno remains committed to his wife, Mavis, who was diagnosed with advanced dementia in early 2024. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h361wQC3E4M MOVING ON INTO MOVIE NEWS:IN THEATERS:28 Years Later: The Bone Temple (Ralph Fiennes)o This picks up immediately after the events of "28 Years Later", with Spike (Alfie Williams) befriends "Willow's" Erin Kellyman while trapped on the quarantined mainland among a group of Satanists like by Jack O'Connell. And back at the bone temple, Dr. Kelson (Ralph Fiennes) begins experimenting on an infected alpha . . . and becomes convinced he can find a cure.o 94% Tomatometer "Hamnet" expands nationwide. (PG-13) Trailer· Paul Mescal is William Shakespeare and Jessie Buckley is his wife Agnes in this movie about them grappling with the death of their young son Hamnet . . . which inspires him to write his famous tragedy "Hamlet".· 86% tomatometer / 93% Denise Richards and Charlie Sheen's daughters are feuding . . . over a man. https://people.com/lola-sheen-speaks-out-after-sister-sami-claims-shes-dating-her-ex-boyfriend-11885476· AND FINALLYAlmost everyone has a memory of a Disney movie that upset them as a child, also known as ‘PTSDisney': People online are sharing the most traumatizing Disney movie moments. https://www.buzzfeed.com/haein_jung/childhood-traumatizing-moments-from-disney-moviesHere are some highlights: 1. Mufasa's death in "The Lion King".2. Miguel singing to Mama Coco in "Coco".3. When Bambi realizes his mom didn't outrun the hunters.4. Jessie's flashback scene in "Toy Story 2".5. At the beginning of "Up" when Ellie passed away.6. When the dog is shot in "Old Yeller".7. The toy monkey scene in "Toy Story 3".8. When all the kids turned into donkeys in "Pinocchio".9. The Evil Queen's transformation in "Snow White".10. When the older brother dies in "Big Hero 6".AND THAT IS YOUR CRAP ON CELEBRITIES!See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.