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Question? Comment? Send us a Message!Sean and Dane are back!! The guys recap their weeks and give updates on life! They review the results of the Badgerland Bag Brawl, dramatically read the best posts of the week and discuss random topics along the way!! Then ACL Top 100 rookie, YuePheng Yang joins the show fresh off hitting the biggest shot of his life! They discuss his journey, why the Hmong community is flourishing in the game and draft “Best frozen Treats”!!!!BIG ASP Cornhole Patreon page:4 Tiers to choose from!! Come join our growing community and get insider info, become an active participant in show content, be eligible for bag giveaway's, find our VIDEO of the interviews and more!!https://www.patreon.com/bigaspcornholeDraggin Bags!!-The “Power Draggin” might be the best bag we've ever thrown!! And we suck…imagine how good they could be in your hands….https://dragginbagz.com/Airwolf Athletics-Rep a brand that is built for players by veterans!! If you aren't rocking Airwolf gear…WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?!?https://airwolfathletics.com/Big Asp Merch!!!! Polos, Tees, Jerseys, shorts and more!!https://jamapparel.net/collections/new-the-big-asp-cornhole-podcast-collection-by-jamSupport the show

Crossdressing porch pirates and teen fight club kicks off the show in the Ill-Advised News, we have a rubber chicken man with some serious skills, and Cass’ surprising visit to Chuck E. Cheese. We play the Revenge Songs Game, share Inconceivable Facts, and give you the ol’ Sticks and Balls. Support the show and follow us here Twitter, Insta, Apple, Amazon, Spotify and the Edge!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

It's News Day Tuesday on the Majority Report On today's program: Chuck Schumer is officially persona non grata within the Democratic party. It is unclear whether the 7 Democrats and Angus King caved on the shut down at the behest of Schumer or in defiance of him but what is clear is his ineffectiveness as Senate Minority Leader. Former New York assemblyman and current primary challenger to Ritchie Torres for the 15-Congressional district of New York, Michael Blake joins the program to discuss his campaign. For more information on Michael's platform check out Michael Blake for Congress. Editor-in-chief of Balls and Strike, Jay Willis joins Sam to discuss the Supreme Court's case on the legality of Trump's tariffs. For more on this, check out Jay's piece in Balls and Strikes. In the Fun Half: Bernie Sanders has choice words for Angus King's claims that "standing up to Trump didn't work" Donald Trump promises to give air traffic controllers who kept working amidst the shut down a 10k bonus. I wouldn't hold your breath waiting for that bonus if I were an ATC. In the same interview Trump opines on turning healthcare into market-based accounts that will make people feel like entrepreneurs. Nothing takes the anxiety away from a health concern like having to negotiate a deal for your care. Patrick Bet-David and his crew react to Zohran Mamdani's proposal to enforce existing laws requiring slumlords to repair their buildings or risk having their properties seized by the city. Bill Maher and Cheryl Hines have a real deep conversation about Trump's hatred for war. Even though he has bombed Yemen and Iran, killed almost a 100 people in the Caribbean, threatened regime change in Venezuela, to annex Greenland and Canada, etc. The Congress switchboard number is (202) 224-3121. You can use this number to connect with either the U.S. Senate or the House of Representatives. Follow us on TikTok here: https://www.tiktok.com/@majorityreportfm Check us out on Twitch here: https://www.twitch.tv/themajorityreport Find our Rumble stream here: https://rumble.com/user/majorityreport Check out our alt YouTube channel here: https://www.youtube.com/majorityreportlive Gift a Majority Report subscription here: https://fans.fm/majority/gift Subscribe to the AMQuickie newsletter here: https://am-quickie.ghost.io/ Join the Majority Report Discord! https://majoritydiscord.com/ Get all your MR merch at our store: https://shop.majorityreportradio.com/ Get the free Majority Report App!: https://majority.fm/app Go to https://JustCoffee.coop and use coupon code majority to get 10% off your purchase Check out today's sponsors: PROLON: ProlonLife.com/majority Get 15% off sitewide plus a $40 bonus gift when you subscribe to their 5-Day Nutrition Program TUSHY: Get 10% off TUSHY with the code TMR at https://hellotushy.com/TMR SUNSET LAKE:  Head to SunsetLakeCBD.com and use coupon code "Left Is Best" (all one word) for 20% off of your entire order  Follow the Majority Report crew on Twitter: @SamSeder @EmmaVigeland @MattLech On Instagram: @MrBryanVokey Check out Matt's show, Left Reckoning, on YouTube, and subscribe on Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/leftreckoning Check out Matt Binder's YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/mattbinder Subscribe to Brandon's show The Discourse on Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/ExpandTheDiscourse Check out Ava Raiza's music here! https://avaraiza.bandcamp.com

Paris residents can enter lottery to be buried next to Jim Morrison. Man drove stolen bus to Dublin because the other one was full of passengers. Balls Out Bowling is back where bowling naked is required. // Weird AF News is the only daily weird news podcast in the world. Weird news 5 days/week and on Friday it's only Floridaman. SUPPORT by joining the Weird AF News Patreon http://patreon.com/weirdafnews - OR buy Jonesy a coffee at http://buymeacoffee.com/funnyjones Buy MERCH: https://weirdafnews.merchmake.com/ - Check out the official website https://WeirdAFnews.com and FOLLOW host Jonesy at http://instagram.com/funnyjones - wants Jonesy to come perform standup comedy in your city? Fill out the form: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSfvYbm8Wgz3Oc2KSDg0-C6EtSlx369bvi7xdUpx_7UNGA_fIw/viewform

Week 11 of the college football season was pretty fun, and we're here to talk about it! Also, the Falcons and Colts were in Berlin and YOUTH SOCCER hooligans got Bob all hot and bothered about sportsmanship. Listen, if you must! Has something we said, or failed to say, made you FEEL something? You can tell us all about it by joining the conversation on our Substack or you can send us an email here. Enjoy!Show RundownOpen — Abe Live Bets the Games, and Colts/Falcons15:15 — WGAS Newsbag, Sports Edition! Daboll fired; more player gambling problems29:49 — College games recap!1:04:53 — CIB 2025 Football Pick ‘em Contest update1:14:28 — Wrap-up! The President gets six-seven'ed on television!Relevant Linkage can be found by visiting https://brainiron.substack.com/, where, if you would like to support this and the other podcasting and blogging endeavors of the Brain Iron dot com media empire, you can also become a paying subscriber.The opening and closing themes of Cast Iron Balls were composed by Marc Gillig. For more from Marc, go to tetramermusic.com.

The guys break down the weekend that was in college football, talk about Dan Campbell taking over play-calling duties for the Lions and what that means for Offensive Coordinator John Morton, FSR IR, and more!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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In this week's episode of The Men Behaving Badly Rewatch, Cory and Tom are merry and legless as they discuss the 1997 Christmas Special & Last Order episode 1; Performance. Blog Post

Featuring: Ammosart, Ashgar, Belghast, Kodra, Tamrielo, and Thalen   We start off the show with some discussion about Geek Girl Con and how it is a great experience for the entire family.  From there, Ash has played a bit more Daggerheart and discusses how not having initiative in that game actually works out really well.  Kodra is trying a new mine build in Path of Exile 3.2,7 and we talk a bit about how Rolling Magma Mine has been working. Bel has finished most of the endgame prep and discusses the state of his build and how Breach has been working as a league mechanic.  Touhou gets a little less difficult to engage with as Fantasy Maiden Wars attempts to present twenty years worth of assorted games into something more approachable. Tam revisited VTM Bloodlines 2 and thinks that maybe we are misremembering the first game, and how the thing that exists is actually pretty good if you give it enough time.  Lastly, Bel finished Frieren this weekend and talks a bit about it being really good and well worth watching.   Topics Discussed: Geek Girl Con 2025 Daggerheart Initiative is Overrated Path of Exile 3.27 Rolling Magma Mines Breach So Far Fantasy Maiden Wars Super Robot Wars With Shrine Maidens Touhou VTM Bloodlines 2 Revisited Frieren is Great

Mayor-elect Zohran Mamdani is considering whether to retain current NYPD Commissioner Jessica Tisch when he takes office. If Tisch does not stay on, former Suffolk County Police Commissioner Rodney Harrison is said to be a top contender for the role, according to sources close to Mamdani's transition team. Mark interviews WOR midday Host Clay Travis from Clay and Buck. Clay has a new book out called "Balls." Did the Democrats try to use sports to highlight and promote the LGBTQ community? Governor Kathy Hochul is most likely to encounter significant challenges in the upcoming gubernatorial race, as U.S. Rep. Elise Stefanik has announced her candidacy for governor in New York City. This development sets the stage for a highly competitive contest between the two prominent political figures. Former CIA Director John Brennan is reportedly under investigation by the Department of Justice. Sources indicate that the inquiry may lead to an indictment. Mark interviews Roger Friedman from Showbiz 411. Roger and Mark talk about the 2026 Grammy nominations. A Michael Jackson biopic is coming out that is attracting many people.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Mayor-elect Zohran Mamdani is considering whether to retain current NYPD Commissioner Jessica Tisch when he takes office. If Tisch does not stay on, former Suffolk County Police Commissioner Rodney Harrison is said to be a top contender for the role, according to sources close to Mamdani's transition team. Mark takes your calls! Mark interviews WOR midday Host Clay Travis from Clay and Buck. Clay has a new book out called "Balls." Did the Democrats try to use sports to highlight and promote the LGBTQ community?

Mayor-elect Zohran Mamdani is considering whether to retain current NYPD Commissioner Jessica Tisch when he takes office. If Tisch does not stay on, former Suffolk County Police Commissioner Rodney Harrison is said to be a top contender for the role, according to sources close to Mamdani's transition team. Mark interviews WOR midday Host Clay Travis from Clay and Buck. Clay has a new book out called "Balls." Did the Democrats try to use sports to highlight and promote the LGBTQ community? Governor Kathy Hochul is most likely to encounter significant challenges in the upcoming gubernatorial race, as U.S. Rep. Elise Stefanik has announced her candidacy for governor in New York City. This development sets the stage for a highly competitive contest between the two prominent political figures. Former CIA Director John Brennan is reportedly under investigation by the Department of Justice. Sources indicate that the inquiry may lead to an indictment. Mark interviews Roger Friedman from Showbiz 411. Roger and Mark talk about the 2026 Grammy nominations. A Michael Jackson biopic is coming out that is attracting many people.

Clay has a new book out called "Balls." Did the Democrats try to use sports to highlight and promote the LGBTQ community? See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Mayor-elect Zohran Mamdani is considering whether to retain current NYPD Commissioner Jessica Tisch when he takes office. If Tisch does not stay on, former Suffolk County Police Commissioner Rodney Harrison is said to be a top contender for the role, according to sources close to Mamdani's transition team. Mark takes your calls! Mark interviews WOR midday Host Clay Travis from Clay and Buck. Clay has a new book out called "Balls." Did the Democrats try to use sports to highlight and promote the LGBTQ community? See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Clay has a new book out called "Balls." Did the Democrats try to use sports to highlight and promote the LGBTQ community? 

Week 11 might be looking a little less than wholly captivating on paper, but that doesn't stop your favorite sports podcast from having a grand old time yapping about it, along with all the other news and silliness of the week. Listen, if you must! Has something we said, or failed to say, made you FEEL something? You can tell us all about it by joining the conversation on our Substack or you can send us an email here. Enjoy!Show RundownOpen — Abe Live Bets the Games, and Bob offers a pro-tip to The Biffler8:38 — WGAS NewsBag, Sports Edition; Marshawn Kneeland; Antonio Brown arrested; Tom Brady clones his dog; Brent Key says he's staying put; first CFP ranking; NFL trades40:57 — The Best Game in Every Time Slot1:00:11 — CIB 2025 Football Pick ‘em Contest1:10: 56 — Jimmy Carter's Presidential Lock of the Week, Live from Plains, Heaven1:14:05 — Wrap-up!Relevant Linkage can be found by visiting https://brainiron.substack.com/, where, if you would like to support this and the other podcasting and blogging endeavors of the Brain Iron dot com media empire, you can also become a paying subscriber.The opening and closing themes of Cast Iron Balls were composed by Marc Gillig. For more from Marc, go to tetramermusic.com.The background music for Jimmy Carter's Presidential Lock of the Week is "Bama Country" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 4.0 License http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/

Scientists have discovered 30 new deep-sea species, including a carnivorous “death ball” sponge unlike anything seen before.The expedition explored volcanic craters and oceanic trenches near the South Sandwich Islands, revealing a hidden world of strange creatures.Among the findings were iridescent scale worms, new species of sea stars, and the first confirmed footage of a juvenile colossal squid.To tell us about these fascinating discoveries, Dr Michelle Taylor from the Ocean Census project joins us on the line…Image: Schmidt Ocean Institute

Biggest Fail of the week is NYC falling!! Clay Travis, heard daily on 94.3 WSC,  joins me from the big apple on election day, to talk about his explosive new book Balls, that explains one of the biggest political shifts of our time: how Donald Trump turned the culture wars into a winning strategy with male voters.In Balls, Clay breaks down how Trump used the “woke wars” in sports—from Colin Kaepernick's kneeling to men in women's sports, from Bud Light's collapse to ESPN's identity crisis—to connect with men who felt abandoned by Democrats. And when Trump raised his fist after surviving an assassination attempt, those same men saw what they admired most: a fighter.-Powered by Disaster Plus

Exploding microwaves, a time-traveling Tom Brady, broken bones!? After sharing misfortunes in their lives, Tyler Scheid & Markiplier tell the tales of sports history where fans have truly & completely affected the game. Don't stub your toe or explode your leftovers while being distracted by this hilarious episode! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

On today's episode, co-hosts Yasmin Gagne and Josh Christensen discuss the latest news in business and innovation. Topics include the most recent info on the government shutdown, OpenAI's deal with Amazon, and Elon Musk's potential big payday   Next, Yaz and Josh talk to Jay Willis, a Fast Company contributing writer and the editor-in-chief of Balls and Strikes, about the latest gambling scandal to hit the NBA, what led up to this moment, and where the league may go from here.   Finally, Yaz interviews Hinge founder and CEO Justin McLeod about why his business is succeeding, and whether he worries that younger daters might choose to date AI bots rather than real people. For more of the latest business and innovation news, go to fastcompany.com/news.

Episode 163.1: Floating Scrotum, Shoe Stores, Ben Wa Balls, Bronco Offrodeo, Crowded Travel, Old Fitzgerald BIB, THC Drinks, and Nude Bikers

CLAY TRAVIS spoke to Bill about his new book Balls: How Trump Won Men and Democrats Lost Them - In Balls, Clay breaks down how Trump used the “woke wars” in sports—from Colin Kaepernick's kneeling to men in women's sports, from Bud Light's collapse to ESPN's identity crisis—to connect with men who felt abandoned by Democrats. And when Trump raised his fist after surviving an assassination attempt, those same men saw what they admired most: a fighter.

Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 27 Appreciation? In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             Children must face the scrutiny of their parents     The Dining Hall was almost a relief. That relief died the moment I saw the banner over the front of the serving area in the Hall. 'Zane Appreciation Day'. Since every word was spelled correctly, it wasn't some stunt of Rio's, but beyond that, the list of suspects was too large to consider. This could be a genuine outpouring of acceptance and sympathy for what I had endured here. If you believe that, I have to ask you: 'Do you want your leprechaun pissing Guinness or Irish Malt?'   Most likely, this was going to be some sort of humiliation, and I think I knew the flavor, and I definitely knew how to find out. See, in every seat of the Dining Hall was a big, bowling ball sized white box with a name and secured with a gold and green ribbon, so no cheating; no peeking. That last bit didn't deter me, though. I snuck up on the box marked for Holiday Carpenter.   "Zane, does that have your name on it?" Virginia Goodswell asked me, my English teacher and Spiritual Advisor. Hell, if it had been Mrs. Marlowe, I would have opened it anyway, but Virginia was my buddy so her next question didn't mean to stab a stake of regret through my heart. "Where is Vivian?"   "I left my room before she was done." I looked to the ground while I kicked some imaginary dust off the slate floor.   "Why don't you see if she's been calling you?" she suggested. "She's probably worried." Worried, or homicidal because, ya know, I had sort of run off without my phone, wallet, watch, book bag, or anything else a 21st century student might need.   "I ran away like a big, fat chicken," I confessed. "Anything not glued to my body I left behind."   "I'll give her a call." She pulled out her phone and hit speed dial #2. I crap since her sick mother is probably #1. I am such a big problem for her, she has my guardian on speed dial! "That is Holiday Carpenter's box, Zane, not yours. Besides, there are strict instructions to not open the boxes until instructed."   The panicky response I overheard from Virginia's conversation with Vivian hardly helped my mood. She wanted to know if Virginia knew where I was, she did; that I was okay, I was; and finally, what upset me, because the other girls weren't talking but apparently Mercy had started slapping Barbie Lynn around until Rio and Val pulled her off. Now, that made less than no sense. Wasn't that supposed to work the other way around?   Virginia did a double check and sure enough, Mercy had slammed Barbie Lynn into an open wardrobe on my behalf, and Rio and Val had pulled her back. WTF! I am sure that Rio was right beside me on that one. Vivian triple checked that I was physically and mentally okay and she sounded so disappointed, in herself, as she did so. She was bringing my stuff; yes, I am an earthworm. Virginia promised for me that I would remain here until she arrived.   Some stupid gesture like a loud public apology, done on bended knee, was blatantly unfair to Vivian, who only meant the best for me. I made a quick apology, not trying to meet her eyes as I said the words and took my stuff. All of 'my' girls seemed equally subdued. A minute after we had garnered our victuals, Vivian put a hand on my elbow.   "Don't be so hard on yourself, Zane," Vivian smiled warmly at me. "You take a lot of stress and pressure on yourself. I understand that from time to time you need to take in a tiny bit of private space for yourself. Clearly, you can't schedule any such time because nothing around you stays a secret for very long and no one respects your privacy or even asks what you need."   "Vivian," I was puzzled, "you deserve to be righteously pissed with me. You are my Guardian and I promised to stay by you or at least tell you where I was."   "Zane, we let you down," Vivian assured me. "It is your dorm room and we are your guests, and we have been rather poor guests at that."   "How about we call a truce?" I offer.   "I can live with that," Vivian smiled.   "Cut the Kumbaya-time, kids," Rio snorted derisively. "Zane, what the fuck happened with Mercy?" Rio playfully punched Mercy's arm to emphasize her uncertainty.   "Rio, Bro, drop it," I asked sincerely. "Act like it didn't happen." Rio studied me a second, then got this wickedly evil grin.   "What the hell are you talking about, Glenda?" she hefted the box up then shook it. "It seems my damn box is glued shut. Are we celebrating one thousand cunts licked by you, or what?"   Because Rio rarely expounded at a level below full volume, next thing we hear is Mrs. Marlow snapping, "Ms. Talon, watch your language; there are good Christian women being forced to sit within the sound of your voice!"   "Gotcha, Ms. Mouthful," Rio snapped off with a snap and a finger raised up like a pistol in the air.   "What did you say?" Marlowe closed the distance.   "She was repeating what I pointed out," I turned and smiled. "I said that you really had it going together this morning; that you were more than a mouthful. That's a hip/trending term to describe someone who is expressing themselves through clothing and make-up."   "You are lying, Mr. Braxton," she snarled.   "You are probably right, as I do so to you on general principle, but good luck proving it in student court," I grinned right back. We locked wills and she blinked first.   "Ms. Phillips," Marlowe turned on Vivian, "what are you going to do about this?"   "Zane and Rio, would you please apologize for being rude and insensitive to an educator who only wishes the best for the student body?" Vivian requested.   "I so apologize," I bowed my head.   "I so apologize as well," Rio tacked on. Only after Marlowe had gone to spread love and sunshine somewhere else did Rio lean across me and whisper to Vivian.   "You rock!" Rio giggled gleefully. After all, Rio and I had not apologized to Mrs. Marlowe because neither one of us believed for a minute that she was 'an educator who only wishes the best for the student body'. To that nameless entity, we owed a debt, and to Mrs. Marlow we owed a generous 'fuck you,' and Vivian had made it all possible.   "Why, thank you, Rio," Vivian nodded her acceptance of Rio's praise. "Jesus is the Peacemaker and we all should attempt to emulate his teachings."   "So, I still don't get to lick you senseless?" Rio snickered.   "No, no, you don't," Vivian smiled, even though she didn't look at either of us. Vivian's going to rock as a mom.   The next half hour passed quietly. Everyone was curious about the boxes but no one was too worried until a rumor suddenly appeared. When it was suggested that they might have to put on bikinis, the fear set in. I blamed, I don't know but I wish I had thought of it. I was still kicking myself for the missed opportunity when my alien with the right face black and left face white shows up with the right face white and left face black, Mhain and Millicent.   "Death Match and you get to referee," Rio teased me. "I'm so jealous; 500 bucks on the one with the soul." Mhain glared hate at us while Millicent looked more than amused.   "Zane, come with us," Mhain gloated. I figured that somehow my ordeal was coming to an end so I'd play along. I rose and they steered me to the largest exit, flanking me.   Christina and Company grabbed their boxes and jumped up quickly to follow me, though they looked as confused as I was, confirming none of them were the architect of my discomfort. No sooner had we stepped into the cool, sunlit lawn than everyone's phone rang, except mine. I was loving this, right up there with having sandpaper buffing my sunburned abs.   "Open the box and follow the instructions," Christina informed me. "Is anyone going to do this?" My phone vibrated once, then my whole body tingled before I could respond to the call.   "I am," Mhain gloated. "I was promised something." She knelt and opened her box with enthusiasm; the others did likewise but at a more sedate pace.   What came out of each box was almost identical, different only in the anatomical part of the body indicated by the instructions. The objects were all grapefruit-sized fur-balls that made darling little squeaks, squeals and murmurs, amongst other sympathetic noises, all in tiny little voices. They were to be placed on my body, but I didn't know how that would work.   "Are we going to do this?" Chastity began to say.   "It isn't sticky," Hope was also saying when Mhain's flew out of her hand and hit the side of my left knee. She reached out carefully to retrieve hers while the other girls circled in. The little darlings were proving to be resilient little bastards. Several more leapt at me from the hands of their owners.   All this time the furry grapefruit were giving little 'wee!' noises when they shot at me and screeched like demons when they were removed, which was painful when they were on my flesh. I knew who was responsible and she was going to pay, but not right now. I saw my closest allies pulling back.   "TLM, Christina," I sighed in resignation. "Let's get this over with." I was being totally self-sacrificial; girls were starting to pile-up on us coming out of the Dining Hall. I didn't want a riot. Mhain had technically tagged me first but not in the designated spot, so I had Christina go first, she put one over my heart, not that I thought Cordelia was stupid, but now she was just piling it on.   Mhain went next and she was sizzling and excited, she put it on my lips, shutting me up. At least the girls were polite and organized enough to come at me patiently. A few didn't get the 'memo' and their little rug rats slipped out of their owner's grasp and got to play gleeful kamikaze as they plowed into me.   It didn't hurt but I had this secret fear that the tiny terrors would sprout fangs and tear into me. These little guys were murmuring and mumbling and it wasn't until I was truly buried that a horrific realization was made, the more that were on me, the greater their clinging power. In retrospect, this would have been more useful if we hadn't passed the 700 mark.   I looked like a puffy, overweight, Sasquatch baby. I could move but sitting down was a dream, as was running or going to the bathroom. The damn things wouldn't shut up either. It fell to Hope and Iona to hurry me (as much as possible) to Assembly; you know that place where I 'sit' in front. At least no one could ask me anything with the expectation of receiving an answer.   I no longer wondered how bad it could get; I knew it would get worse, and while I didn't know how, I knew it would be soon. At the start of Assembly my little friends joined in the singing, not using words but in the tinny little noises they made, though admittedly they were enthusiastic and determined. But it gets worse.   There was a discussion on stage after that fiasco about removing me. Chancellor Bazz wanted me gone; Vice Chancellor Scarlett was not in attendance but Virginia took up my cause. After all, it wasn't my fault, she claimed.   "Well, Black, do something," the first three rows heard Bazz demand of our Head of Security.   "I am not an engineer or a chemist," Black replied. "Do you want me to shoot them off him?"   Oh, yeah, my girl Bazz wanted that, so bad. Of course, what she really wanted was for Black to miss, but that wasn't going to happen. Finally, the teachers decided to soldier on. When Chancellor Bazz stepped up to begin services, the frightening fur-balls belted out 'Hail to the Chief.'   No one said a word, not a murmur. Chancellor Bazz stopped and the munchkin chorus stopped too. Two more starts later and she gave up and grudgingly took the 'praise' from my infestation. They were good throughout the message and sermon but took up 'Hail to the Chief' when she tried to leave the podium.   "Do something!" she screamed at Black. This time, Gabrielle sedately headed my way. I didn't want to think of the pain coming my way. My little buddies had my back. When she got within five feet the all screamed, and I mean SCREAMED, in the loudest cacophony most of us present had ever heard. I saw something I thought I would never see; Gabrielle flinched.   Not so oddly, I was fine, hearing almost nothing. The little guys on my ears soaked up the sound so I received a very watered-down version of what they were doing. Gabrielle fell back and at the five foot mark, the little guys shut up, mostly. They seemed to be making comforting noises to one another, like one Zane-sized colony of brown mold.   "Get away from him; just get away from him," good old Doctor Melrose Bazz pleaded as she moved her hands away from her ears. "Braxton, you stop this right now." I had a wee beastie on my mouth and Bazz was not on the small list of people I would devour this thing for. If she's looking for a conversation today, she's out of luck. She throws her hands up in desperation and starts to storm off. My little cock-sucking furry gonads (yes, I was getting angry) fired up 'Hail to the Chief' yet again, and kept at it until she sat down. Virginia got to thinking it's appropriate to call for the end of this travesty but she's dealing with Cordelia Dresden, Top Gun of the Time Lord Mafia. The weapon of choice; 'She's a Lady' by some guy named Tom Jones, the ladies in my life will inform me about this later.   For a half a second she tries to fight her smile but she surrenders, even letting the little guys go through the entire score before talking. The little tinny voices were humming a song I didn't know but damn it, it made me want to take Virginia out to a smoky Jazz club and dance until the sun came up. Virginia actually started tapping her foot to rhythm and I began thinking I might not be able to beat Cordelia. I'm not used to that sensation.   "Okay, now, whoever is doing this has put Zane through enough and should remember that we should, as Christians, make students feel safe and not make them subjects of humiliation," Virginia addressed the student body. "I think we can end Assembly fifteen minutes early today for a little bit of Christian charity. We can do it at Zane's first class, 204 Denning Hall."   By the way, I apparently have a play list. As Virginia headed back, the fella's changed it up with 'Baby Got Back'. I wanted to die. Virginia Goodswell has a truly fine ass, of this there is no doubt, I often compare it to Barbie Lynn's, but please. Virginia stopped, turned toward me with a dazzling smile and waggled her finger at me, then resumed her way to her seat.   How is any of this my fault? I imagine I was lucky it wasn't the Thong Song. I would have died, then come back as the undead to take Cordelia to hell with me. It was with some relief that Vivian and Hope rallied to my side. They had to both keep other students away, the other girls loved poking me in different critters to make them call out in different pitches and tenors, which was pleasant to hear if you liked overdosing on helium.   Surprise, surprise; no one came to my succor before English class. I couldn't sit down. Okay, I tried, but any part of my body that bent or that I sat on screamed bloody murder until I got off of it or stopped putting on the press. I've heard about girlfriends like this but I've always assumed I would have the courage to jump out of a 50 story building to escape.   What do you do if they come with you when you jump besides basking in the vicarious thrill that comes from crushing half of them beneath you before you go? I managed to do okay standing in the rear of the class, only once giving in to the crushing fatigue of holding my arms somewhat elevated for two hours. The two under my arms were especially cooperative and didn't get too vocal when my arms did slip to my sides.   I couldn't do a thing about the occasional girl twisting in her seat but either Raven's glare or Goodswell's cough brought their eyes forward once more. At the end of class, Virginia decided to call Ms. Black and have her take me to the Vice Chancellor's office to end this matter. Vivian and Mercy provided support while Gabrielle kept her distance and cleared a path.   Rio helped out by playing my musical miscreants as if they were a drum set while some part of the 700 members of my new posse and I yelled at her to leave us alone. She really is my best friend. My tragically slow pace was not my friend and everyone had to depart for their classes before I finished the arduous travel to the Administration Building. Gabrielle's eyes measuring you for a casket is a remarkable motivator but didn't stop Rio from blowing a kiss to her "Mi Negro Naughtiness". I know, I know; one day, Rio is just going to vanish without a trace.   "Ms. Reveal, I need an emergency meeting with the Vice Chancellor," Ms. Black requested of Doctor Scarlett's personal assistant. Ms. Reveal didn't miss Gabrielle keeping her distance from me. She did make the call and I noticed the pictures of Ms. Mittens were still in evidence.   "Who are you inside that suit?" Ms. Reveal asked me.   I guess she assumed I wasn't a real baby Sasquatch; I was really a baby Sasquatch disguised as a half-baked marshmallow. If three geeks and a man working beneath his means jump out at me with proton-packs, I am running for my life, which is to say 'I'm going to die.'   "This is Zane. He is not being rude, he can't speak," Ms. Black was kind enough to cover for me.   "Oh, I understand," Ms. Reveal nodded, but in such a way that expressed she didn't understand anything. "You two can go in now," she said several awkward seconds later.   "Zane, you move as close to Ms. Reveal's desk as you can while I get the door for you," Gabrielle instructed me. "Come in when I call for you."   I'm sure Marisol Reveal was curious as to why Gabrielle was dancing around me, trying to keep her distance. We almost made it; right as she made it to the doorway, Doctor Scarlett opened the door and attempted to see what the delay was. She was actually putting an award on a shelf she had just received, the reason she missed Assembly, if you find that suspicious, and was placing it on a shelf near the door.   Gabrielle responded as any slightly unbalanced killer would do; she spun around, pulled out her gun from the unseen Realm of the Gods of War, and pointed it at the stunned Victoria. That took her one half-step too close to me and my little fellas let the world know it. I will give them this much; they were still defending my eardrums.   By the way Marisol was holding her ears as her tears flowed down her face it must have been pure agony for her since I was right next to her. Gabrielle scoped up Victoria and sprinted into her office and they obediently shut up.   "Za-, Zane, what was that?" Marisol blathered. Since the furry meatball gone bad was still on my lips and I hadn't become that hungry, I kept my silence.   "Zane!" Gabrielle called for me. I did my best to shrug but it wasn't like I had a neck anymore so I don't know what she made of my movement. I shuffled to the door and got a few good squeaks as I moved inside. I was more than a little disturbed by the reaction I received from Doctor Scarlett when she saw me from her seat behind her desk. She looked at me and I swear, hand to my heart, she had an orgasm.   "You are covered in Tribbles," she gasped. I had no fucking clue what a Tribble is but apparently, I was in the vast minority. I staggered forward and since Gabrielle was on the right side of the room, I angled to the left. I move halfway around Doctor Scarlett's desk so that Gabrielle could go close the door, where she took up post and, from what happened next engaged a Romulan Cloaking Device, whatever the Muggle-tech that is.   Victoria was in some sort of dream-like trance. When she started stumbling around the desk toward me, I waited for the musical assault that never came. To my credit, I caught on in a second. If these creatures existed, singing wasn't their normal activity, and Cordelia wanted these little 'Squeaky Meals' to be as real as possible, for Victoria. I was nothing but bait.   Victoria reached out to caress the same one Christina had placed over my heart. The little bugger cooed and Victoria clamped her thighs together to contain another orgasm that coursed through her loins. Cool, all I have to do to feel the wonders of Victoria Scarlett is dress myself in furry grapefruit. I'm kicking myself for not seeing this obvious ploy.   She touches more and each makes a subtly different purr of pleasure. This goes on and on until she's cuddled up against me, her arms stroking over my back and rubbing her left leg up and down mine.   "Vice Chancellor, you do realize Zane Braxton is TRAPPED inside those, contraptions," Gabrielle sounds the slightest bit peeved.   The troops all make those little high-pitched notes of longing as Victoria retreats a few steps, bringing Victoria almost to the point where she launches herself back into me to comfort her little friends. I am second fiddle to a discombobulated guinea pig; sometimes a man can feel pretty small.   "Okay. How did this happen to you, Zane?" Victoria asked.   "He cannot talk; one of those Tribbles is attached to his lips," Black stated, "by an unknown force. Before you ask; I am not an engineer or chemist." Victoria made this adorable little 'o' expression, then reached for an offending Tribble.   "It hurts him to remove them," Gabrielle got out just in time.   "Does it hurt the Tribble?" Victoria inquired. Gee, thanks, Vic.   "Hold your ears," Gabrielle commanded. Well, I couldn't comply, and Victoria had only started to scream 'stop' when Gabrielle materialized a knife and speared 'Diddley-boo' off my shoulder.   I heard the little guy's death wail, then his death rattle, as Gabrielle pulled him/her away until she was out of screaming range. Diddley-boo? No, I have no idea what his/her name really was but I'm going to have ICE check his immigration status when all of this is over, wait, I can't do that; Gabrielle wacked the little snot and giving her up to the Feds is a great way to create many widows and orphans. Diddley-boo was still twitching erratically while Victoria was stuck between ecstasy and horror.   "You are a Klingon agent!" Victoria gasped as she pointed an accusatory finger at Gabrielle. I am vaguely aware that they are the stock-villains of Star Trek Universe and this odd snapshot of rightly tight, athletic buns in tighter pants, but the reference memory for the scene escapes me. By the facial reaction Gabrielle gives, Victoria just called candy sweet, or jalapenos hot; she appreciates the comparison.   All the surviving members of the Tribble tribe wept a cacophony of pain and loss. I would have had more sympathy if their moans had not been vibrating my body like a jello mold.   "Romulan," Gabrielle countered; the other stock Trekkie villains, but they have better teeth. First amongst our Honored Dead, DB hardly quivers as Ms. Black dissects it.   It bleeds/oozes and appears to be a living organism of some kind, but Gabrielle points to several electronic devices, a CPU, and wires connecting all kinds of things inside the organic body.   "It is an organic husk over a sensory/auditory device," Gabrielle tried to explain.   "Oh, my God," Victoria's mind worked feverish to defy reality, "they've been turned into Borgs."   She tore the one attached to my lips off. I didn't cry like a televangelist publicly begging God for forgiveness for a moment, or 147 moments, of weakness with a rather sad-looking prostitute, but that was coming.   You see, Victoria gripped her weeping diminutive fuzzy engine of humiliation tightly when she yanked it off, so she let go of it because the little blighter sounded hurt.   It gave off a more muted and mournful 'wee' as it smacked into the corner of my mouth. I was able to dodge a direct hit.   "Scarlett," Gabrielle seethed, "if, you, would, listen, for, a, moment; they are painful to be removed from his flesh and they will attempt to reattach themselves to him if they are brought within one foot. I have no idea why."   "Zane, are you in much pain?" Doctor Scarlett inquired while scanning my body fungi.   "Yes, but I'm sure if you kick me in the nuts, I'll feel better," I mumbled through a joke.   "I can't do that," Victoria gasped. "You have Tribbles down there." Yes, I feel special.   "That's it," Gabrielle snapped. "I'm going to get help." She spun around and breezed out the door, slamming it in her wake.   "Thanks for abandoning me, Gabby," I shouted as loud as I was able. "It's not like Vic's totally lost her mind or anything like that."   "I have not lost my mind," Victoria responded with a deceptively calm, soothing tone. She reinforced my calm by locking the door, then locking in the deadbolt, yes, I felt much safer.   My merry band of orphan coconuts helped things along the cliffs of sanity by cooing and 'talking' to Victoria as she walked around the office, and she gaily responded to them.   "Ms. Reveal, this is going to be a difficult intervention. Inform me when lunch time gets here," Victoria communicated to her assistant, then added, "I need a box of outdoor trash bags; leave them at the door."   Having a hot lady like Victoria Scarlett lock the door and asking for almost 3 hours of 'alone' time with me is a mature pipe dream of mine, and that dream really meets a bloody end when she asks for roughly 30 bags with a fifty-gallon capacity each. If she pulls out a hacksaw or a 'cow-stunner,' I'm racing for the window behind the Doc's desk. I'll be gone in 90 seconds, sort of like an inexpensive microwave dinner.   Doctor Scarlett returned to her desk, turned her spy-cam around, and started making calls. I honestly maintained a miniscule hope that she might still help me. She was talking curtly to another doctor whose name I didn't recognize. What came out of her mouth next sounded like a combination of eating raw meat all your life and gargling with sand regularly; add to that an inflection of someone wanting to kick elementary kids into the paths of oncoming busses and you had the language she was using.   Victoria's stance even changed. She thrust out her chest, put her hands on her hips, and a predatory sneer took up permanent residency on her lips. She even beat on her desk hard during this little exchange before laughing in a way that made kittens piss on themselves before you hung them.   "Vice Chancellor, Doctor Victoria Scarlett, umm, what's going on?" I said careful.   I'm not so much terrified of Victoria at this point, as I am suspicious of my ability to fight at the moment.   "Everything is fine, Zane," Victoria assured me. "In essence, I am bringing in some experts in the field. You can trust me on this; we've been expecting contact like this for years." Huh?   "So, ah, that was an Albanian Biologist?" I hoped.   "No, that was Vor' Dura, Flight Leader of the Blood Quasar Fleet of the Klingon Empire," Victoria explained sedately, in the same way any SANE individual described a Navy Commander. She turned her computer screen so I could see the person's profile pic.   "How does she breathe in that thing?" I wondered. "That's one hell of a corset."   "That isn't a corset, Zane, its body armor. My suit was created by the same armorer," she stated.   "You have something like that?" I boggled.   "Yes, the precise same suit. Vor' Dura is not as blessed by her bloodlines, she's shorter, but otherwise, we are identical; our alliance ended recently and soon she must face me in ritual combat; yield or die." 'Yield or die' isn't what is centermost in my mind.   "Don't your boobs ever pop out of that thing?" Because if you have been paying any attention; I am an idiot where sex is even a remote possibility. Victoria can't meet my gaze but turns as red as her namesake.   "On a few occasions," she confessed. I'm thinking 'a few'. "Now I have a few more calls to make."   Yes, she's lost her ever-loving mind, and I have no reasonable expectation of exit or rescue. I won't be able to get up enough speed to bust out of the window so being on the first floor is meaningless. She has the deadbolt key and when I stack up my Tribbles against her Science Fiction fanaticism, I lose. She turns the monitor around and makes her next call. This one starts with the victory salute, but the one done with two fingers to each side.   "Excellent news," Vicky declares. "We have confirmation of the temporal events from Deep Space Nine. I have compelling data that I have encountered genetic derivatives of the dominant herbivorous life forms of Iota Geminorum IV." And everything went to turkey-based insanity after that. Again, they spoke rapidly in a language I knew nothing about. They acted like giddy little schoolgirls, just schoolgirls with their emotions surgically removed.   The final call went much same way except that this time, the tone of the language was like the second but with the taint of a sleazy pimp or grifter thinking she was a mob boss. These were the kinds of girls you never let babysit your kids if you ever wanted to see them again. The way Vic looked at me and the fellas made me worry about how long I could last in her brothel and inspired an unexpected sympathy for these pests.   "Zane, do you promise to stay here while I, umm, get some, umm outfits?" Victoria requests respectfully. She realizes she's asking me a bizarre favor. Balthazar's Balls, I've been tied to a cross; how much worse can this be? She scoots up to me, kisses me chastely on the lips and waits.   "It is a given that my morning class schedule is toast, and I'm no stranger to the entertainment industry so knock yourself out," I allow, but I will have to pee at some time."   "Check; I'll stop by the infirmary and get a catheter," she nods, then she kisses me lightly on the lips once more. "Thank you for this, Zane."   She's off like a shot but is careful enough to get the deadbolt on the way out. Since I doubt Ms. Reveal can get a fire-axe through the door if the building catches fire, my buddies and I really are going to experience total protonic reversal on a life-ending scale. Only now does it occur to me that these fuzzy navels might have toxic side effects.   I'm waiting around for God-knows how long when I hear some muffled noises, more muffled than having a Tribble in my ear.   Scratch, scratch, "Girl, you get away from that door," Ms. Reveal shouted (I guess).   "Quick, Mercy, hold her back," Rio shouted in response. "This deadbolt is a bitch."   A scuffle ensued and I tried to shout loud enough to call Rio off when I heard two rapid-fire thumps.   "Thank you, Ms. Black," Marisol Reveal huffed. Mercy had put up quite a fight, I guessed. "I will formally press charges when the Vice Chancellor returns."   "You will go and sit your ass behind your desk, you incompetent buffoon," Black snapped. "I will deal with this and if you bother me again today, or mention this incident to Scarlett, I swear you will never see your cat again; and if you don't hop-to in the next six seconds, I'll make an audio recording of me strangling that shit-dumper and play it by your bedroom window every night until you go mad. Do I make myself clear?"   "Ugh," is all I make out, but I hear Marisol's chair squeak soon after. The sound of a body, or bodies, being drug off faded away as Black left the office and headed down the hall. Hell, I warned Marisol. I can't do anything for Rio right now and I don't have too long to ruminate.   "Marisol, are you okay?" I hear Victoria ask her assistant. It is a testament to their bond that even the hysterical Doctor doesn't miss her friend's distress.   "Sorry, Victoria, I'm a bit, umm, heart-sick is all," Marisol murmurs. "Don't you worry about it."   "Well, when you want to talk about it, let me know," Victoria stated. Marisol must have nodded because no words were spoken and Victoria came in with two carry-on bags and three dress bags while kicking the trash bag box ahead of her. Happy fun time was about to begin.   "Sorry for the wait, Zane," Victoria told me.   "Doctor," I made a desperate Hail Mary plea for reason, "you are a highly respected educator. We really need to take a step back and re-examine what's going on here."   "Zane, this is my first teaching job ever," she related as she checked on the progress of her 'Trekkie' Posse.   "My doctorate is in Philosophy; my Master's Degrees are in Comparative Religions and Women's Studies," she informed me. "All my graduate work was done as a researcher. I've never had a student." I blink dumbly at her; and here I thought my opinion of the Board of Directors couldn't get worse.   Victoria goes over the language dance with her friends, switching fluidly from tongue to tongue in a manner that impresses and even fascinates me; and I've been to Bangkok where if you are trying to buy and/or sell anything and don't speak at least ten different languages or dialects, you might as well hand them your wallet or purse and go home. "Who do we need?" Vic said in English (just making sure everyone knows that the Tribbles aren't suddenly translating for me).   "Kar'Thon," Vor' Dura states eagerly; "This matter is a racial imperative."   "Are you sure the young man is old enough?" The second woman inquired. "Jarrod went all obsessive last time a boy crossed our path. We almost sent the kid to college."   "That's what you get for marrying a Ferengi," Dura snidely remarked, and the rest laughed along with it; meanwhile, I'm going 'a what?'   Some infighting goes on until Victoria and 'I married a Ferengi' call for peace, then babble a little more. Then the name 'Zane Braxton' comes up and I'm not sure I'm happy or sad that only one of them replies in what was clearly elation and surprise, the sleazy one knows of me.   "Zane, I need to surgically remove some of the alien organisms," Victoria tells me.   "It is going to sting like hell," I mutter, to which Vor' Dura says something and sleazy girl laughs. I do not like where this is going at all. On the bright side, Victoria doesn't rip one off of me right away; she goes over to one of the dress bags and opens it up.   She's pulling out bondage gear, oops, my bad; she's getting ready to put on Klingon body armor. I have lost all preconceptions of what I was dealing with once Scarlett began stripping in front of me. She even gave me an appreciative smile and I was the one who was doing the appreciating! The little fuckers started going off. Remember, they don't like being moved and I was moving some around at the moment.   No, my legs and arms were perfectly still but my crotch was striking up a chorus, its Handel's Messiah. There was this 'still' moment where Victoria stopped opening her blouse and the three strangers regarding me through the webcam became mute; then the laughter began. Victoria resumed her stripping but she couldn't stop smiling and snickering slightly.   The three, the Klingon uber-cook or whatever she was and her two unknown accomplices, were laughing so hard they could barely communicate. It got better; when I was fully aroused and stopped moving around my pants, they didn't shut up and I was suddenly, desperately searching my mind to know how long that song was.   This was because Vic got down to her, Oh, fuck, this white thong, and calling it white is generous as it looks like someone stole an under-achieving spider's web and gently placed it over her crotch, and I know my hard-on was not going anywhere but into something before it went away.   Victoria was working her make-up on when two of the voices got themselves together enough to ask something. Vic looked up at the web-cam, over to me, then said a few sentences.   "So, which one of you likes your ankles placed behind your ears?" I politely asked in Thai.   "What was that, Brax' Zane?" Victoria asked.   "I'm curious if I can take your virginity with my tongue?" I continued in Thai.   "I cannot understand you," Victoria said again. "What are, ah, "   "I think we should engage the Federation citizen in the Galactic Basic," the second voice requested of the room. The third voice, the sleaze, said one more then in her native tongue, then the second voice, and Victoria jumped on her.   "I said, 'I think the native is getting restless'," sleazy girl grudgingly repeated. "Now, I think we should see if our plan 1.0 can be implemented."   "Before the scourges make themselves hoarse shrilling out the hellish noise or I lose patience, transport over there, and kill them myself," Dura growled playfully. I'm glad someone else was having fun. Victoria walked up and took a deep breath, which caused her well-disciplined, thirty-ish breasts to bounce tantalizingly close. Her look was desperately fearful yet almost childlike too.   "Kar'Thon, I desperately require your assistance before these creatures drive me mad," I tried to sound masculine yet pleading. On the computer screen, Dura quickly slammed her right fist to her right shoulder; I was later to learn that was a salute.   "This is no way for a Starfleet cadet to die," Victoria beamed at me, "even if I know I must someday slaughter you in battle." Whoa, I've never considered NASA as a career choice.   Maybe Klingon bondage gear/standard uniform could change my mind. The first person to tell me university life is boring I will punt to the Moon.   "I am T'Luminareth of the Vulcan Science Academy and Reserve member of the Starfleet Exploration Corps here," the second voice spoke up. I caught sight of a picture of her with this, troll? Or maybe a dwarf with the worst case of cauliflower ear ever. "I would like to assure you that every logical effort is being put forth on your behalf."   "Is that right, Tight Luminescence? Is it going to kill you to show a fellow sentient an ounce of compassion when you know he is about to suffer a fatal toxic shock from prolonged exposure to these vermin?" the third girl snarkily interjected into the conversation. "I'm Hical Cretak, Romulan freebooter and purveyor of ancient, exotic, and misunderstood goods."   "You are a thief, and since you aren't in some asteroid prison, you must be an above average one," I said to the Romulan. "I confess that I am a bit happier to see a member of the Vulcan Science Academy since, well, I'm suffering a splintered memory. Some things make perfect sense but large details are simply missing." I figured I could provide Victoria some good game.   She began rubbing my crotch and there was an effect alright, two in fact. The simple and expectant one was my trouser titan trying to unchain itself so it could get revenge on all of Victoria's orifices for taunting him so. My torturous tiny titmice began belting 'Let's get it on' by Marvin Gaye. I think as an infant, I had a mobile playing this song in my crib.   I started to really admire T'Luminareth's acting ability because she alone kept it together. Victoria made larger and larger circles over my crotch up to my beltline while Dura and Hical lost it hysterically.   "Pssst," I murmured to Victoria. She looked at me and I darted my eyes toward her makeup kit and clothes. I am getting more clothes on her, why?   Besides, I'd gotten a better look at her suit and it didn't have a butt-zipper that said 'Come Get Some,' but those pants rolled down like a candy wrapper and that 'body armor' has a back flap. I'd have to get Rio a set and I doubted Victoria would deny me her armorer's number. I was definitely looking into getting Mercy a matching Orion Slave Girl outfit, and here people don't think I make constructive use of my time.   I was sure Victoria/Kar'Thon was breaking speed records to get herself ready while the other ladies began talking to me about a whole universe that was brand new to me. Getting three different and very conflicting versions of the rise of the Human-dominated Federation of Planets was amusing.   Out of the blue, T'Luminareth decided she was going to create a team to rapidly move to my planet and take me back for further study. Vor' Dora countered that and Hical gleefully sought out salvage rights for the wreckage of the two expeditions.   "That might not be possible," I intervened. "Some of what you've told me has fused some memories together." They all fell silent.   "At Starfleet Academy, an Engineering Team and a select group of cadets," I continued to fantasize, "were directed to work on a, phased ionic drive." Ion drive was 'old' tech, or so Hical had let slip. "The drive failed catastrophically and we couldn't save the impulse drive, power was failing, we couldn't transport. The phased ionic drive detonated in the planet's atmosphere, creating a trans-harmonic disruption. I don't know if there were other survivors of our vessel. I saw another vessel either investigating our explosion or attempting a rescue but they burned up on their approach," I looked pained. "I don't think I could communicate with them and the only survivor I could locate was Kar'Thon."   "Only a combination of our two vessels' technology has been able to punch a hole through the disruption and I'm not sure how long this effect will last." I now sounded grim but determined. "We probably need three things: We need to know if there were any special modifications to the Klingon Scout vessel because I don't think it was a standard model to get so close to an experimental Federation vessel."   "Secondly, someone needs to pry out of Starfleet the precise specifications of that vessel, and that's definitely not me," I confessed. "Finally, we need to find a way to fuse those two designs together because if Tribbles are already being affected by an increased magnetic field, how much longer do we have before even the planet's magnetic field collapses totally and we fry (a SciFi movie plot, thank you)."   Once more, there was silence and I was afraid I'd stepped way beyond my bounds. Only when I took in the masked facial expressions of Kar'Thon did I realize I'd done well. I was hit with the realization I was a word and a whisper away from having sex with her, she was so pleased with me.   "I have friends at Starfleet Academy and they might be able to shed a light on what their cadets were up to," T'Luminareth stated serenely, but I could see a fire in her eyes. "I will research into every work published on Phased Ionic Drives, and we may be forced to work on a theory of what went wrong in case Starfleet is not forthcoming."   "Not that I admit that the Klingon Empire ever had any such vessel operating in the area, Vor' Dura got out before Hical Cretak interrupted.   "You have an officer on the damn planet, you cowardly idiot," mocked Hical.   "I am a deserter," Kar'Thon declared. "I would say I was a 'scum of the Orion Colonies' but I found that you already claimed that title," she aimed at Hical.   "You must die, you traitorous dog," Dura jumped on the offered plum. Thon/Victoria wasn't a deserter but she was ready to take one for the team, so to speak. "The Klingon Empire cannot allow your stain on our honor to exist. Now that we finally have you pinned down, we are coming to end you once and for all, and if the Federation insists on harboring a traitor (we were theoretically in Federation space) then,   "I owe you a death, Vor' Dura," Thon seethed; "your death."   "You may not enter Federation space," T'Luminareth insisted.   "Before you two go to war, again, why don't you let me go in," Hical mediated. "I'm a free trader and have been to both Federation and Klingon planets."   "You are a spy," Vor' Dura growled.   "Being a successful agent doesn't make you any less of spy for your Romulan Senate," T'Luminareth seemed almost furious.   "Unfounded rumors started by my, Hical almost finished before the Tribbles screamed. Not as loud as they had for Ms. Black, but they now didn't like Thon around either, now that Victoria was a Klingon. Cordelia scares me; this time Hical had the little 'hiccup'.   "This is going to be fun," she chuckled, barely above a whisper.   "I will get these vermin no matter how much they hurt the frail human," Kar'Thon snarled, but Victoria's eyes blazed with fanatic amusement. I was mildly curious if she could even respond to her true name but decided not to test that. She pulled out a rather wicked looking knife that I had to double-take to make sure it was plastic.   The conversation went on around us as fictitious bits of data collided with innuendo, falsehoods, threats, and lies. This was roleplaying by some actors who took it as

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Meet my friends, Clay Travis and Buck Sexton! If you love Verdict, the Clay Travis and Buck Sexton Show might also be in your audio wheelhouse. Politics, news analysis, and some pop culture and comedy thrown in too. Here’s a sample episode recapping four takeaways. Give the guys a listen and then follow and subscribe wherever you get your podcasts. It's Election Day! A high-energy Election Day edition packed with breaking political analysis and cultural commentary. Clay celebrates the release of his new book “Balls”, urging listeners to support conservative voices in publishing. The hour dives deep into the New York City mayoral race, spotlighting the shocking Donald Trump endorsement of Andrew Cuomo as a strategic move to block socialist candidate Zohran Mamdani. Clay and Buck debate whether this last-minute endorsement helps or hurts Cuomo, referencing insights from Stephen Miller and Van Jones, and warning that a split in the anti-Mamdani vote could hand victory to the far-left. The hosts analyze key battlegrounds in Virginia and New Jersey, stressing the importance of down-ballot races like Attorney General and Lieutenant Governor. They predict razor-thin margins and urge listeners nationwide to get out and vote. Discussion turns to Mamdani’s progressive promises—rent freezes, free buses, and government grocery stores—which Cuomo calls “TikTok promises” with no legal basis. Clay and Buck argue these policies would worsen crime and quality of life, drawing parallels to failed corporate virtue-signaling like Starbucks’ bathroom policy and Bud Light’s marketing missteps. Get Some Balls! Clay promotes his new book “Balls”, endorsed by President Trump, and shares plans for charitable initiatives tied to free speech advocacy. Clay and Buck analyze the high-stakes contests in New Jersey, Virginia, and New York City, emphasizing how Democrats will frame victories as a referendum on Donald Trump’s presidency, despite these being deep-blue strongholds. The hosts spotlight the New Jersey governor’s race, where Jack Ciattarelli’s chances hinge on massive Republican turnout to overcome Democrats’ early voting lead. They slam progressive policies like plastic bag bans, arguing they harm consumers and the environment, and highlight housing affordability crises caused by government mandates and rent control schemes. Our Data Guru Crunches the Early Numbers Data analyst Ryan Girdusky joins to break down record-breaking voter turnout, surging Democratic numbers in key counties, and the implications for future elections. The discussion expands to electricity price spikes, the impact of data centers, and Democrats’ strategy to nationalize local races around Trump. In New York City, the conversation centers on the mayoral showdown featuring Zohran Mamdani, whose socialist platform promises rent freezes, free buses, and government grocery stores—policies Clay and Buck call “fairy tales” that would worsen crime and quality of life. They dissect Andrew Cuomo’s failure to give Republicans a reason to support him, despite Trump’s last-minute endorsement, and warn that a Mamdani victory could embolden far-left figures like AOC to push national socialism. The hour also covers Virginia’s gubernatorial race, where Winsome Sears struggles after running a single-issue campaign on transgender bathrooms, while down-ballot races for Attorney General and Lieutenant Governor remain competitive. Gonna Be Gavin and The Empire Strikes Back The hosts revisit the stakes in New York City’s mayoral race, the Virginia and New Jersey governor contests, and California’s Proposition 50, warning that Democrats will frame any wins as a repudiation of Donald Trump’s presidency despite these being deep-blue strongholds. Clay and Buck emphasize the importance of voting and highlight how Democrats use emotional manipulation—rather than real solutions—to distract from failures on crime, cost of living, and governance. Make sure you never miss a second of the show by subscribing to the Clay Travis & Buck Sexton show podcast wherever you get your podcasts! ihr.fm/3InlkL8 For the latest updates from Clay and Buck: https://www.clayandbuck.com/ Connect with Clay Travis and Buck Sexton on Social Media: X - https://x.com/clayandbuck FB - https://www.facebook.com/ClayandBuck/ IG - https://www.instagram.com/clayandbuck/ YouTube - https://www.youtube.com/c/clayandbuck Rumble - https://rumble.com/c/ClayandBuck TikTok - https://www.tiktok.com/@clayandbuck YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@VerdictwithTedCruzSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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You might think that after a sports weekend that included a World Series going the distance, the World's Largest Outdoor Cocktail Party coming down to the final moments, and plenty of other thrilling college and pro football action, we would not be leading off our show with thirty minutes devoted to YOUTH SPORT. But you would be very wrong to think that. Listen, if you must! Has something we said, or failed to say, made you FEEL something? You can tell us all about it by joining the conversation on our Substack or you can send us an email here. Enjoy!Show RundownOpen — Abe Live-Bets the Games!3:09 — The two best games of a packed sports weekend28:49 — The weekend in college football43:34 — Georgia/Florida was nearly a complete disaster1:08:57 — World Series Game 71:11:02 — 2025 CIB Football Pick ‘em Contest Update1:24:44 — Wrap-up!Relevant Linkage can be found by visiting https://brainiron.substack.com/, where, if you would like to support this and the other podcasting and blogging endeavors of the Brain Iron dot com media empire, you can also become a paying subscriber.The opening and closing themes of Cast Iron Balls were composed by Marc Gillig. For more from Marc, go to tetramermusic.com.

On this week's episode of 10KTV, Adam, Kevin, and Dustin discuss JJ McCarthy's return to Michigan (and the field), the Bears high flying shootout, and the Packers second major collapse of the season.

Do you guys think if I get turned on when Venari says "Good! There you are!" I could call it ASMNari?Wwwhat's up swingaz? From the TBHQ in the grizzly lands of Wisconsin, welcome to Thrall's Balls episode #207!Mixed Drink of the Week (Gershom - Broker Translocation Matrix)"You hold up both hands and wiggle them while a bunch of white swirlies scan you bottom to top. Also the swirlies swirl around in a swirly swirl, swirling all around you."-Half lime margarita of choice (buzz ball on today's episode)-half malibu-coconut shavingsNext week: Cosmic Hearthstone (Gershom VERSUS Woolly!)WoW NewsXboxhttps://www.wowhead.com/news/world-of-warcraft-and-all-pc-games-coming-to-next-gen-xbox-console-per-windows-379034Trading Posthttps://www.wowhead.com/news/november-2025-trading-post-rewards-a-bountiful-thing-379076Midnight Betahttps://www.wowhead.com/news/the-midnight-beta-release-date-is-november-11th-pre-purchase-epic-edition-for-379072Lemix Bughttps://www.wowhead.com/news/legion-remix-timerunning-character-conversion-disabled-379067Splash Screenhttps://www.wowhead.com/news/new-splash-screen-reveals-midnight-pre-patch-launches-by-january-27th-379054Go ahead and follow us in the social places. You can find the various proper spellings in the episode description!@Woolly08 twt insta @Woolly_08 tktk@HunterGershom twt @HunterGerrshom insta@BoomyNation Twt YouTubeJohnnie.Tips Discord, @Johnnie.Tips InstaCRAIIIIG! @Craig_Addict Twt@ThrallsBallsPod Twt InstaSearch ThrallsBallsPod on YoutubeEmail us with any feedback or questions: ThrallsBallsPodcast@gmail.comYou can also leave us feedback on Spotify, Apple Podcasts or even in a specialized reviews channel on our Discord. Go to ThrallsBalls.com to find our Linktree. All our relevant links (including Discord) can be found there.Bye we love you be good!https://discord.gg/HuFkhagM3Z

In this segment, Mark is joined by John Bains, a baseball fan from Brampton, Ontario that caught Miguel Rojas' 9th inning Game 7 home run. His son, Matthew caught Will Smith's game winning 11th inning home run. He shares the story.

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Send us a textIn this episode, we're joined by Julien Denat from France. At BALLS 2025, Julien took on the legendary Cesaroni (CTI) N5800 C-Star in sub-min format and achieved a flight of over Mach 4. The rocket used a 3D-printed aluminum fin can and a custom-made nosecone that is beyond cool! Check out his build thread:https://www.rocketryforum.com/threads/breaking-all-illusions-n5800-sub-min-for-balls.193530/Support the showFollow Braden Here:https://youtube.com/@rocketvlogshttps://www.instagram.com/bigb1011https://www.tiktok.com/@bradencarlson6Follow Taylor here:https://www.youtube.com/@the_rocketchannelFollow Shane (or as you may know him, Postart) here:https://www.youtube.com/@PostartPropulsionshttps://www.instagram.com/shaneharrisphoto

Recorded on Thursday, October 23rd from M Ave Ball Park in Cayce South Carolina, Barrett calls Balls & Strikes with Alex Avinger, owner and operator of Everplay Sports & Social, on this epic Kickball Game between to amazing teams, Midlands Smoke and Kickball Community!Remember! Everplay Sports and Socials Winter Leagues are registering now! Sign up before they fill up! Visit everplaysocial.com for registration and details!Facebook | Everplay Sports & SocialInstagram | Everplay Sports & SocialZac King | LinktreeBarrett Gruber | LinktreeThe All About Nothing: Podcast | LinktreeHome | Everplay Sport & Social ClubA NEW SoulHAUS Session with Preach Jacobs, host of The Preach Jacobs Podcast, is coming up on November 19 at the Koger Center for the Arts!Join us for a conversation with renowned author DéLana R.A. Dameron! Preach will kick off the evening at 5 p.m. with vinyl spinning, followed by a talk at 6 p.m.DéLana R.A. Dameron is the author of Redwood Court, a Reese's Book Club pick and a New York Times Book Review Editors' Choice. She is also the author of two poetry collections: How God Ends Us — selected by Elizabeth Alexander for the South Carolina Poetry Book Prize — and Weary Kingdom, chosen by Nikky Finney for the Palmetto Poetry Prize.Dameron's work has appeared in Kweli Journal, Los Angeles Review of Books, The Rumpus, and elsewhere. She is also the founder of Saloma Acres, an equestrian and cultural space in her home state of South Carolina, where she resides.Find Details Here! Tickets available by Clicking Here!Click here for Episode Show Notes!As always, "The All About Nothing: Podcast" is owned and distributed by BIG Media LLC!Check out our network of fantastic podcasts!Hey! Thanks for checking the show notes! Visit our LinkTree and subscribe!Check out our new Merchandise Page! New designs to support your Favorite Podcast!The All About Nothing: Podcast is produced and engineered by Barrett Gruber.When the show is recorded live in studio, it's recorded from the Podcast Studio at G.O.T Sounds Studio in Lexington South Carolina; owned and operated by Nique The Geek. Special thanks to

Welcome to the Backlog Busters, Season 8 - Episode 42. Mathman and SkinnyMatt discuss delicious food and drinks, spending time with old friends, and spouses getting interviewed. At the end of the episode, we dish out top secret tips for Donkey Kong Country for the SNES. We also played some games...Matt - Let's Go, Pikachu, Dave the Diver, Baldur's Gate 3, Ball x Pit, Helldivers IIRyan - Pokemon Brilliant Diamond, Baldur's Gate 3, Ball x PitIf you were a patron, you would hear all the stuff we talk about before and after the theme music. You never what you'll hear!If you would like to have more of the Backlog Busters in your life, head on over to the socials and follow these fine folks:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Blue Sky⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Backlog Busters⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Mathman1024⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠BlazeKnight⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠SkinnyMatt⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Also, don't forget to join the ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Discor⁠⁠d⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ and be part of the fun.Patreon link -->⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠patreon.com/BacklogBusters⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠SkinnyMatt's Extra Life page --> ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠here⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠

Roll in joy, sugar, and fun but don't stop fighting for goodness and humanity and make some drunken balls tooR

Apple beats on Q4 expectations, stock rises on strong outlook despite poor China sales - https://finance.yahoo.com/news/apple-beats-on-q4-expectations-stock-rises-on-strong-outlook-despite-poor-china-sales-203020199.htmlYou can now order this robot butler, but there's something you should know - https://www.digitaltrends.com/computing/neo-humanoid-robot-preorder/Saying ‘I do' to AI? Ohio lawmaker proposes ban on marriage, legal personhood for AI - https://fox8.com/news/saying-i-do-to-ai-ohio-lawmaker-proposes-ban-on-marriage-legal-personhood-for-ai/Cop goes viral for making virtual court appearance without pants: ‘Am I seeing what I think I'm seeing?' - https://nypost.com/2025/10/30/us-news/police-officer-makes-virtual-court-appearance-without-pants-on/Ripped from the headlines: 12 viral 2025 news Halloween costume ideas straight from The Post - https://nypost.com/2025/10/28/lifestyle/viral-2025-news-halloween-costume-ideas-straight-from-post-headlines/Katy Perry Under Fire For Ruining 41st Birthday Cake, Causing Her Dancers To Eat It Off The Floor: 'Awful' - https://www.yahoo.com/entertainment/celebrity/articles/katy-perry-under-fire-ruining-183054740.html6 pound steel phone case - https://boingboing.net/2025/10/21/6-pound-steel-phone-case.htmlFollow The Rizzuto Show @rizzshow on all your favorite social media, including YouTube, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, TikTok, and more. Connect with The Rizzuto Show online at 1057thepoint.com/RizzShowSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

It was a big week in basketball news. Justin Bieber played in a rec league designed for “CEOs, VIPs, and people from all walks of life” (you may raise your eyebrows) while the NBA faces two scandals of its own. One deals with illegal sports betting and rigged poker games. The other? Jaylen Brown's hairline. Also: Blake and Caroline surprise each other with sporty Halloween costumes for the pod, so watching on YouTube or Spotify is a must this week. In this week's episode, we also discuss:  The moment we became Justin Fields stans A World Series game so crazy, Blake and Caroline are even intrigued  U.S. Soccer's work to support pregnant and post-partum players on the USWNT  Why getting fired as a college football coach is almost as lucrative as being an active one  How to watch the NWSL Decision Day games this coming Sunday Send Its:  The Lions fan who welcomed a new member into the fandom: https://www.instagram.com/p/DQPezPlgcIC/?img_index=2&igsh=NHU0NWI4ajRuYW14 Panthers players got us feeling old: https://www.instagram.com/reel/DQKT1fSkRJC/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link  The A'ja Wilson effect on Bam Adebayo's game: https://www.instagram.com/p/DQO_avMga6L/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==  Travis Kelce hits the “The Fate of Ophelia” touchdown celly: https://www.tiktok.com/@courtneymarycrain/video/7566093931478273335  Blake's IG: @blaaakkkke Caroline's IG: @cghendy theSkimm's IG: @theskimm Want more sports? Sign up for theSkimm's sports newsletter at theskimm.com/sports. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Michael Cohen joins Jo to discuss Trump's destruction of democratic guardrails, from bulldozing the White House to pardoning criminals and turning hunger into a partisan weapon. Together, they break down Trump's latest medical misinformation and call out the shamefully performative weaponization of faith and law. Subscribe, rate, and share—we need all hands on deck. SANE(ish) Partners: Veracity Self Care - For up to 45% off your order, head to VeracitySelfCare.com and use code JOJO.  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Last week, the FBI indicted more than 30 people in a series of NBA gambling scandals. The sports leagues are promising drastic action – but with everyone from the states to the owners getting rich off legal sports gambling, is the game rigged?  Guest: Jay Willis, editor-in-chief of Balls and Strikes. Want more What Next? Subscribe to Slate Plus to access ad-free listening to the whole What Next family and across all your favorite Slate podcasts. Subscribe today on Apple Podcasts by clicking “Try Free” at the top of our show page. Sign up now at slate.com/whatnextplus to get access wherever you listen. Podcast production by Elena Schwartz, Paige Osburn, Anna Phillips, Madeline Ducharme, and Rob Gunther. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Last week, the FBI indicted more than 30 people in a series of NBA gambling scandals. The sports leagues are promising drastic action – but with everyone from the states to the owners getting rich off legal sports gambling, is the game rigged?  Guest: Jay Willis, editor-in-chief of Balls and Strikes. Want more What Next? Subscribe to Slate Plus to access ad-free listening to the whole What Next family and across all your favorite Slate podcasts. Subscribe today on Apple Podcasts by clicking “Try Free” at the top of our show page. Sign up now at slate.com/whatnextplus to get access wherever you listen. Podcast production by Elena Schwartz, Paige Osburn, Anna Phillips, Madeline Ducharme, and Rob Gunther. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Last week, the FBI indicted more than 30 people in a series of NBA gambling scandals. The sports leagues are promising drastic action – but with everyone from the states to the owners getting rich off legal sports gambling, is the game rigged?  Guest: Jay Willis, editor-in-chief of Balls and Strikes. Want more What Next? Subscribe to Slate Plus to access ad-free listening to the whole What Next family and across all your favorite Slate podcasts. Subscribe today on Apple Podcasts by clicking “Try Free” at the top of our show page. Sign up now at slate.com/whatnextplus to get access wherever you listen. Podcast production by Elena Schwartz, Paige Osburn, Anna Phillips, Madeline Ducharme, and Rob Gunther. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Bud had a great idea this year for a kids' costume contest. Great event for the community, great business move. And the Nursin' Home Fall Festival had a Punch-Tastrophe. Happy Fall, y'all!Website: https://www.sweetteafilms.comVenmo: @Tavin-DillardEmail: tavindillard@gmail.com

Last week, the FBI indicted more than 30 people in a series of NBA gambling scandals. The sports leagues are promising drastic action – but with everyone from the states to the owners getting rich off legal sports gambling, is the game rigged?  Guest: Jay Willis, editor-in-chief of Balls and Strikes. Want more What Next? Subscribe to Slate Plus to access ad-free listening to the whole What Next family and across all your favorite Slate podcasts. Subscribe today on Apple Podcasts by clicking “Try Free” at the top of our show page. Sign up now at slate.com/whatnextplus to get access wherever you listen. Podcast production by Elena Schwartz, Paige Osburn, Anna Phillips, Madeline Ducharme, and Rob Gunther. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

The boys are back and this time Crendor discovers that there was once an Italian royal crest that featured 3 "balls". Jesse of course becomes obsessed. Speaking of obsessed, the boys have some things to say about Twitch these days and peoples obsession with attention. Oh and apparently times are to tough people are using pumpkins as boats. All this and so much more on a brand new Cox n' Crendor! Eat smart at https://factormeals.com/cox50off and use code cox50off to get 50% off your first box, plus Free Breakfast for 1 Year. Go to http://uncommongoods.com/cox for 15% off your next gift.