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A Killer Halloween /// Part 2 /// 881Part 2 of 2  www.TrueCrimeGarage.comWelcome into the terrifying Garage of horrors. It's an old and dark structure filled with stories of murder and mayhem. This week we explore this great country by taking a “killer tour” of sorts. On tap we have tales of killers like John Wayne Gacy, Ed Gein and even more killers from different cities that are sure to have you looking over your shoulder this Halloween.  Beer of the Week - Graffiti Highway double IPA by Troegs Independent BrewingGarage Grade - 4 and a quarter bottle caps out of 5 LIMITED EDITION 2025 HALLOWEEN shirts and other great True Crime Garage swag is available on our website's “MERCH" page.More True Crime Garage can be found on Patreon and Apple subscriptions with our show - Off The Record.  Dozens of episodes of Off The Record plus a couple of Bonus episodes and our first 50 when you sign up today. Thanks for listening and thanks for telling a friend.  Be good, be kind, and don't litter! Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Comedian Matt Stanton joins the show to rank every NFL team by what Halloween candy they'd hand out, and the results are absolute chaos

Hugh Sisson of Heavy Seas returns to the program to talk about the brewery joining B3, a collective of brewers. He also touches on the importance of hospitality, innovation, and ways to navigate the current state of the beer industry. For more Drink Beer, Think Beer check out All About Beer.SponsorsDogfish Head Craft BreweryCalling all hop heads! Dogfish Head's 60 Minute IPA is a fantastically hoppy India Pale Ale that's beautifully balanced thanks to their unique continual hopping method. Delivering a pungent hop flavor that isn't crushingly bitter, 60 Minute is continually hopped throughout the boil for a full 60 minutes … starting to see where the name comes from?! Check out dogfish.com to learn more and to find some 60 Minute near you! Dogfish Head Craft Brewery, Milton, DE. Please drink responsibly.Stomp StickersStomp Stickers is a proud member of the Brewers Association that produces a wide variety of printed brewery products such as beerlabels, keg collars, coasters, beer boxes and much more. Stomp's website features an easy-to-use design tool, low quantity orders, fast turn times, and free domestic shipping. Visit StompStickers.com and use code FIRSTRUN for 15% off your first order.All About BeerAt All About Beer, we're honored to share the stories that define the beer community, and we couldn't do it without the generous support of our underwriting sponsors. Their commitment helps sustain independent beer journalism, allowing us to highlight the people, places, and passion behind every pint. Their partnership ensures these stories continue to inspire, connect, and celebrate the craft we all love. Join our underwriters today and help make an impact on independent journalism covering the beer industry. Host: John HollGuest:  Hugh SissonSponsors: All About Beer, Stomp Stickers, Dogfish HeadTags: Business, Hospitality, EvolutionPhoto:  Heavy Seas Beer

It's one of the most anticipated bourbon drops of the year, but is it really that good?In this review, Matt and Jason open the Four Roses Small Batch Limited Edition 2025 and put it to the test. From the first nose to the final sip, we break down flavor, complexity, and whether it's worth the chase (and the price tag).Is this year's Small Batch LE another masterpiece… or just a collector's flex?#FourRoses #BourbonReview #ArsenicCulturehttps://www.youtube.com/@arsenicculturehttps://instagram.com/arsenicculturehttps://tiktok.com/@arsenicculturehttps://www.facebook.com/arsenicculture/https://x.com/arsenicculture

Send us some Fan Mail? Yes please!Somehow, some say, the Scuttlebutt welcomes yet another new friend to the table. Not sure how we got so lucky, but there's Joe joining Hermes and Dom for a conversation full of twists and turns; maybe even some usual shenanigans you've all grown accustomed to hearing. In any case, we hope you enjoy. Connect with Joe: Instagram & Twitter. .Subscribe, rate us 5, come join in all the other fun we offer, but most of all we hope you enjoy! If you liked this, and want to hear more, give us a follow and let us know! Or maybe you just want to tell us how awful we are? Comments help the algorithm, and we love to see ‘em! And as always, don't kill the messenger. Whiskey Fund (help support our podcast habit!): PayPalOur Patreon & YouTube Connect with Hermes: Instagram & Twitter Support the show

There's a lot of consolidation in the brewing industry right now. And, there are a lot of people looking to make an exit. We tell clients that, right now, it's probably cheaper to buy a brewery than to start one. Whether you're buying or selling there're thing you need to think about and protections you need to have. From transaction structure to warranties to owner financing to employee issues, there's a lot to think about. In this presentation we'll give you best practices for evaluating and completing an alcohol producer/seller purchase or sale transaction.As an attorney at Beer Law Center, John's practice centers on the craft beverage industry. Handling everything from business formation to TTB/ABC, to trademark, and buying/selling an alcohol business, John works with clients to help them achieve their personal and business goals. John authored the book Beer Law: What Brewers Need to Know and is a Certified BJCP Judge, holds Level II Certifications in Wine and Beer from WSET, and is the country's only alcohol attorney who is also a Certified Cicerone. John is based in Raleigh and practices in North Carolina, Virginia, and West Virginia.Join us in person for CBP Connects New OrleansDecember 8–10, 2025It's never been more important to connect: https://cbpconnects.com/

Welcome to beer and building science chats, where we touch on some very complicated topics in the Australian construction sector. We look to bring the smartest people into these conversations to help educate everyone around healthy and durable buildings.In this engaging episode, our panel of experts dives deep into the debate between treated and standard pine battens. Join the Australian Beer and Building Science crew as they explore the pros and cons of each option, discussing moisture resistance, environmental impact, and practical applications. Whether you're a builder, architect, or DIY enthusiast, this conversation offers valuable insights into making informed decisions for your next project. Tune in to discover which side of the fence you might land on!

A Killer Halloween /// Part 1 /// 880Part 1 of 2  www.TrueCrimeGarage.com Welcome into the terrifying Garage of horrors. It's an old and dark structure filled with stories of murder and mayhem. This week we explore this great country by taking a “killer tour” of sorts. On tap we have tales of killers like John Wayne Gacy, Ed Gein and even more killers from different cities that are sure to have you looking over your shoulder this Halloween.

In this episode, we talk Halloween music, and we figure out the best way to end an annoying trend.  Try not to burn down the tailgate and was that garbage smell UK football or actual trash?  The college football coaching carousel is spinning out of control, and we are here for it.  Thanksgiving nuggs, pop a tots, fast food vending machine, one person bleachers and more!

Bobby finds a story about a beer that is loaded up with alcohol and tries to order it. Bobby shares his frustration with Left vs. Right and why he thinks it’s a distraction. Why Bobby still thinks he can escape police if he was given a 30-minute head start. Amy shared how her ex-husband is worried of sending the wrong message to the kids after they were going to do something together. We also found out why Lunchbox had to leave the show. A listener is concerned for Lunchbox’s and Eddie’s health because it sounds eerily similar to what happened to her husband when he almost died. A listener also explained to us how he trains dogs to smell someone having a health issue.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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This week on High Society Radio, Josie Marcellino shows up in costume and ready for chaos while Joanna Angel drops in for an unfiltered roundtable that hits every corner of the internet and then some. From Whatever Podcast drama and Andrew Wilson's mysterious “debate course” to NYC politics, pegging etiquette, and the upcoming Exxxotica convention, nothing's off the table. Josie admits to “stolen valor,” Joanna dishes on life in the adult industry, and the crew somehow ends up comparing Manuel Ferrara and Rocco Siffredi before heading to an after-party at the Sheraton. Equal parts scandal, comedy, and chaos—classic HSR.Topics Include Josie in CostumeCabs Over UbersJosie's Whatever Podcast DebateHow Andrew Wilson Makes His MoneyThe “Course” BreakdownJoanna Joins the ShowStealing Josies Kill Tony BitBobby Kelly Trash TalkButthole Tightening & BleachingJosie's Two LiesJosie's “Stolen Valor” MomentThe Key to a DebateNYC Mayor's RaceWife Guys & Curtis SliwaSliwa Meets Harrington's BabyBlind Mike DebateDifferent Types of PeggingEveryone Going to Exxxotica This YearIs Pegging Gay?Would Mike Like Getting Pegged?Joanna vs Percocet ChallengeAfter Party PlansIs Manuel a Good Dude?Manuel vs Rocco DebateB. Pumper TalkJosie's New Orleans LookDON'T FORGET TO WATCH FAGA'S NEW SPECIAL "BURN AFTER SAYING" ON THE HSR YOUTUBE PAGE!⁠⁠https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TxIHJU2LotU⁠⁠Support Our Sponsors!⁠⁠https://yokratom.com/⁠⁠ - Check out Yo Kratom (the home of the $60 kilo) for all your kratom needs!Body Brain Coffee: https://bodybraincoffee.com/ - Grab A Bag of Body Brain Coffee with Promo Code HSR20 to get 20% off!⁠⁠https://fatdickhotchocolate.net/⁠⁠ Get you a fat dick at fatdickhotchocolate.netHigh Society Radio is 2 native New Yorkers who started from the bottom and didn't raise up much. That's not the point, if you enjoy a sideways view on technology, current events, or just an in depth analysis of action movies from 2006 this is the show for you.Chris Stanley is the on-air producer for Bennington on Sirius XM.A Twitter Chris Really Likes: ⁠⁠https://x.com/stanman42069⁠⁠Chris from Brooklyn is a lifelong street urchin, a former head chef and current retiree.Twitter: ⁠⁠https://twitter.com/ChrisFromBklyn⁠⁠Follow Josie Marcellino Twitter: https://x.com/JosieMarcellinoInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/josiemarcellino/Follow Joanna AngelTwitter: https://x.com/JoannaAngelInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/joannaangel/Engineer: JorgeEditor: TannerInstagram: ⁠⁠https://www.instagram.com/lilkinky69/⁠⁠Producer: NatalieInstagram: ⁠https://www.instagram.com/nataliedecicco_edits/⁠Executive Producer: Mike HarringtonInstagram: ⁠⁠https://www.instagram.com/themharrington/⁠⁠Twitter: ⁠⁠https://twitter.com/TheMHarrington⁠See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Understanding stainless steel alloys, corrosion, vacuum failures, and more. Special Guest: Ashton Lewis.

From Oymyakon to Antarctica to Mount Everest, Amy seems to fixate on the coldest places on the planet. Listen to as she describes her latest obsession. How does Tim get out of a sticky conversation? Just bring on some beer (or would that make things worse?) It's another Friday on Tap with Beer and Banter between Amy and Tim. Note: A few corrections for this episode: 1. The correct name is Ernest Henry Shakleton - not Shakleford.2. The sitcom John Lithgow starred in was "Third Rock from the Sun" not "Third Planet."

Allen and RD try Oktoberfest by Erdinger Weissbrau. From Untappd:"As hearty as a Bavarian beer festival: our ERDINGER Oktoberfest. This masterpiece of the brewer's art is ideal for parties! ERDINGER Oktoberfest expertly combines smooth malt aromas with a pronounced hop bitterness. This well-balanced flavour is complemented by gently sparkling carbonic acid to give it the typical liveliness of a genuine wheat beer. Smooth, strong and irresistible – brewing tradition at its finest.As a full-bodied specialty for the festival season, it whets the appetite for Bavaria's famous drinking song “Prosit der Gemütlichkeit”.“Bayerische Edelreifung” – for perfect enjoyment. Brewed according to the Bavarian Purity Law."5.7% ABV10 IBUThanks for watching! Prost!Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/strikeout-beer--2992189/support.

Samuel Adams, one of the pioneers of craft beer, has brought back a new edition of its Samuel Adams Utopias brew – and this year, it’s one of the strongest beers ever brewed. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Cass knows her beer, but does she know her beer slogans? Support the show and follow us here Twitter, Insta, Apple, Amazon, Spotify and the Edge!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

#ScrubHopTalk Ep. 260 - We get in depth into JDirty's medical past and how things that some people might find absolutely disgusting, he finds completely normal and run of the mill. The guys see a video of a gentleman that chugs an entire mug of beer directly into his nose, defying all norms and logic. Cotton appears to be going through an existential crisis after he falls asleep during the show, and the other guys try to coax him back into the swing of things with passive aggressive mocking. @troxy_cotton @scrubhopking @bigtrox303 #ScrubHop #alotofpeopledoittopeoplewhocant#VietnameseNetiPot#edgingsleepScrub Hop Talk is a weekly show with JDirty, Big Trox, and Troxy Cotton. The boys bring you their take on life and pop culture, reacting to crazy videos, and showcasing a different song from their catalog every week. Brand new episodes air here at YouTube.com/ScrubHop every Sunday night at 5pm Pacific time.Please comment, like, and subscribe!For more information, visit ScrubHop.com to learn all about the music and join the movement.Big Trox's hat selection this week is brought to you by Korn.Visit Howard's 3D Prints for all your 3D printing needs!https://www.instagram.com/howards3dprintsThis week's song:Big Trox - "Blink of an Eye"https://open.spotify.com/track/5XwSUXD2d5bUaS048hUktf?si=7ed6cdf76f2b49dcBuy the merch at:http://ScrubHopShop.bigcartel.comFollow the socials at:@ScrubHop on EVERYTHING!JDirty:http://scrubhop.com/jdirtyhttp://instagram.com/scrubhopkinghttp://twitter.com/jdirty303http://facebook.com/JDirty303Big Trox:http://scrubhop.com/bigtroxhttp://instagram.com/bigtrox303Troxy Cotton:http://scrubhop.com/troxycottonhttp://instagram.com/troxy_cottonhttp://twitter.com/TroxyCottonhttp://facebook.com/TroxyCottonCO

Samuel Adams, one of the pioneers of craft beer, has brought back a new edition of its Samuel Adams Utopias brew – and this year, it’s one of the strongest beers ever brewed. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Männerabend #283 – Brauerei Gasthof Zwanzger! Dennis, Reinhold und Markus II („Gröner Bagalut“) begrüßen heute einen der kreativsten Brauer Deutschlands: Christian Zwanzger vom Brauerei Gasthof Zwanzger! Gemeinsam mit den „Grünen Banditen“ hat Christian im letzten Jahr das „BroTiger Bagalut“ West Coast IPA eingebraut und heute probieren wir uns durch einige Kreationen seines aktuellen Bier Line Ups. […]

Bobby finds a story about a beer that is loaded up with alcohol and tries to order it. Bobby shares his frustration with Left vs. Right and why he thinks it’s a distraction. Why Bobby still thinks he can escape police if he was given a 30-minute head start. Amy shared how her ex-husband is worried of sending the wrong message to the kids after they were going to do something together. We also found out why Lunchbox had to leave the show. A listener is concerned for Lunchbox’s and Eddie’s health because it sounds eerily similar to what happened to her husband when he almost died. A listener also explained to us how he trains dogs to smell someone having a health issue.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 17 I Need A Bigger Bed? In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             Being dead is wonderful; you never get tired and you have all the time in the world to regret how you ended up this way      Yes, Rio," Mercy wiggled in even tighter, "you can annoy me whenever you want." I was starting to seriously work over Heaven's butthole when I caught Barbie Lynn move her lips over to Rio's ear. "You rock," Barbie Lynn whispered to my 'Bro'. Rio kept her eyes shut but grunted in disgust. She was a stone-cold pitiless bad-ass who cared about nothing and nobody, just ask her. "Are you putting your whole god-damn fist up my ass?" Heaven hissed. "That's my thumb, ya big baby," I quietly teased. We owed it to our bed buddies to keep the noise down as much as possible. "That's right, Big Daddy, tear my poor little hinny up," she pouted devilishly. She was on top so she had to press her tits hard against me to whisper in my ear. "Next time I want to be alone so you can treat me like your dog-bitch, press my face into a pillow to stifle my screams, and drill me deeper than you've ever reached before." "Are you trying to make me cum before I even get inside you?" I gasped. "Oh, God, no," Heaven squeaked. "Don't you dare, please," she begged. "You make me feel so good. I'm sorry I teased you. We can take it slow if you want." "If you want to make me happier, play with yourself and let me feel it," I breathed. Heaven struggled for words before giving up and grunting. Her hips shook as she accelerated her hand's manipulations of her cock, which rested tightly against my stomach. At the same time, I switched up my one thumb with three fingers in her rectum. Heaven gave a choked whimper as she took my intrusion tentatively, then pushed down even harder. As my bulbous head pressed past her sphincter, Heaven hiccupped and tears welled in her eyes. "I, I, did the calculations," she gulped. "If I, have sex with you, every twelve hours, my rectum will, adjust so sex, will be more, fun." "You figured this all out?" I teased. "Purely scientific, I swear," she grinned. "It is, not because, I want to, fuck you, all the time." "I respect you for your mind, Heaven, but this time I think you might be too close to the subject matter," I tickled her back. She took hold of my cock. "Too close to this," she gulped. I swiveled my hips back and forth, sending my cock deeper and deeper into Heaven. She eventually gave up any hopes of a coherent argument and curled herself onto my chest, panting. "Hello, Lover," I told her in near silence. "Thank you, my Bitch," she responded between kisses to the line where the jaw meets the throat. The rest of what either one of us wanted to say was lost as I rocked my hips up, propelling my cock even deeper into her bowels. Heaven clawed at my chest as her sexual tension ramped up. Eventually, our symmetry brought Heaven struggling to the end of her road. "Boyfriend, boyfriend, boyfriend," she gurgled. "He's my Boyfriend!" she screamed. At least she didn't use my name, unless you counted the fact that I was the only boy on campus. "Oh, damn," Heaven gasped for air. "Thanks for bringing me back, Zane." We kissed passionately. "Thanks for the, attitude adjustment too." "Huh?" I wondered. I'd heard the term before but not from someone who regularly talked with Heaven. "Iona posted the slang," Heaven gasped-giggled. I shifted my head from the right side of Heaven's head to the left. My shock must have registered with Heaven, whose gaze went from my face to looking over her shoulder to the form of Gabrielle Black. Heaven scrambled off me and pulled the sheets tight. Shades of Gabrielle Black "We need to talk, Zane Braxton." I saw Gabrielle's lips move but I was pretty sure the words floated across the room without disturbing the ears of anyone around us. I gave her a nod, planted on Heaven a reassuring, full-on kiss, then quick-stepped over to a wardrobe and put on a robe. She followed me out, keeping a keen eye on me while mostly hanging in my blind spot. Vivian was sound asleep as we passed her. I took Gabrielle to the far corner of the Solarium, locating a remote control when we were close. Ms. Black gave me a fatally cold look as I punched in the code that would give us a dead zone electronically to talk in. "Surveillance," I held up the remote. She understood the implications. "I want to see more of your so-called gift with women." I had no doubt this was not a sexual come-on. I would have been a hell of a lot happier if it was; instead, it put me in a situation I knew very little about. "Strip," I requested, with as much calm as I could instill in my voice. Gabrielle gave me a lightning assessment, then started shedding her perpetually black outerwear and lingerie. When she finished, the words 'Hot Damn' came up a ton of times unbidden to my thoughts. I worked out regularly, took martial arts, and stretched whenever I could. I might as well have been a coach potato as far as Gabrielle was concerned. She wasn't bulky; rather, strong in the long muscles that counted more for strength and stamina. I still managed to have the courage to ask her to extend her arms and spread her legs. Hell, I even touched her ass, thigh, and caressed the right shoulder twice. When I finished up, I was before her once more. I leaned on the back of a chair and waited, I had taken five minutes, where in most cases it took seconds, but this woman's body wove deceptions like a champion. "Well?" she finally gave in to her curiosity before I gave in to my fear. "Well, I imagine the most important thing to you at this second is the wrists. I did spend some time in a high-pressure private academy in my formative years and I know the difference between horizontal and vertical. Horizontal cuts on the wrist are a cry for help, vertical show a real desire to die." "Now, I can't know for sure that you didn't make two attempts but you look like you're insanely intense, emphasis on the insane, so I guess some fucked up shit happened to you that made you damn sure the only answer was to check out permanently," I stated evenly. "What now?" she questioned me, her intonation utterly devoid of emotion or compassion. "I'd like to tell you what I tell every other woman I learn a secret about, that your past is your business and your business alone," I sighed. "But?" she prodded me. "Gabrielle, your body is a roadmap of pain, suffering, and death," I shrugged, "and there is no damn way you came to this school legally." Gabrielle studied me in a way that made an icy fist grasp my heart. "Of course, I am hardly a poster child for someone who does belong at FFU. Are you going to kill me now or do you want me to continue?" I inquired hopefully. "Mr. Braxton, Zane, the wiring in this place is sub-standard and clearly unauthorized. I would choke you unconscious, put you in the hot tub, then electrocute you," she informed me with the air of a professor describing the events of tenth century Anglo-Saxon England. "I will not do this right now because you are terrified of me, which shows a great deal of insight and intelligence, somewhat remarkable in someone so young," she added. "Okay. Something allowed you to slip past the Psych Evaluation to get into someone's military; I could put that down to being experience with the system plus being clever enough to fool the testers," I said. "Once inside, something fucked up your perception of authority, something not good. I figure you are obsessed with physical defense, bi-sexual, yet your sexual attitude toward me is one of contempt. Since you don't know me enough to hold me in contempt yet, you were abused by a man in authority over you," I delivered the bad news. Gabrielle did not respond. "This is total conjecture but it patches in with what comes later; you entered some kind of actual combat duty. You learned not only that you were good at killing but you liked it. It substituted for sexual release and that whole risk-pain thing you have kept until today. I count six bullet wounds, a knife wound on the back above the right kidney, and two things I guess are shrapnel wounds but I've never seen any before to compare," I added. "I imagine you got out of the regular service because the level of your medical care diminished for a while, then, Bang!, you got this expensive plastic surgery. You do okay for maybe three years, then you pick up that nick in your left ankle, followed by the shoulder getting done," I said. "No indications of why these two injuries?" she narrowed her eyes. "I'm going to go all James Bond on you. Gabrielle Black fell for somebody hard and I'm betting it was a woman. It is kind of frightening to think of what kind of psycho she was to lure you in and trap you," A light flickered in her eyes when I went down this path. "You guarded her, became very close to her as a parade of lovers passed through her life until she sucked you in." "One day you found yourself killing for her and I doubt you asked why. I doubt there was only one time but in the end, it was never enough. One night you came back and found this year's model on the payroll. Gabrielle Black is way too smart to wait for this to play out. You loved her but you liked living more, so you escaped before you were introduced to your employer's retirement plan," I grimaced. "You came back to the United States, your accent indicates time in France or Italy, and this job fell into your lap. Lancaster, Virginia is out of the way enough for you to hide in while close enough to several major cities for you to move around if you need to, so you edit your work record and hire on at an all-girls university," I finished. "What now?" "I don't kill you and Vivian. Making two deaths look like an accident would be incredibly difficult; murder-suicide would only make your female cohorts dig deeper and there are some serious advantages in staying here for me," she stated. Sensing my confusion, she clarified. "Vivian has been awake for some time observing us but I doubt she can hear what we are saying." Gabrielle finished redressing; she gave me a once-over. "My turn. What makes you hard? Seriously, you have been perpetually aroused since I've met you," she mused. "There is a bit of a list: fear, joy, sunlight, moonlight, sex, the impossibility of sex, I informed her. "I understand," Gabrielle cut me off. "Who are you going to tell?" "Christina Buchanan, Cordelia Dresden, and Dana Gorman." I decided that lying would do me worse than no good; I might get one or two lies past Gabrielle and this wasn't the time to waste one. "Good enough. But if there are repercussions from tonight, I will feel far less tolerant toward you," she made sure I understood. I was happy that this looked like a painless parting of the ways. "Thank you," I spoke to her retreating form. She looked over her shoulder questioningly. "For taking me seriously," I explained. She gave a curt nod, turned, and departed. Vivian pretended to be asleep when I returned to bed and I let her. It seemed like the rare sane thing for me to do. Say 'Lesbian Bikers' at your own peril.             Mankind is poison because we compromise our souls for the companionship of others   "Vivian, I'm going to take a shower," I whispered to Vivian. I was hovering over her from the back of the sofa-sleeper, asking permission to take my shower downstairs. She was laid out beneath me, her jersey bunched up around her breasts and her left thumb hooked into the band of her shorts and pushing them dangerously down. "Umm," she sighed, a little smile tilting her lips. "Honey, I need your permission to use the downstairs shower," I continued. I wisped across her lips with my own. Her smile blossomed into full-blown pleasure. "Okay, I'm getting up, I'm getting up," she moaned. Vivian slowly opened her eyes as she stretched and twisted her body to wakefulness. "Good morning, Zane," she yawned with this adorable little grin on her face. "You look beautiful," I complimented quietly. "Umm, thank you," she purred. "You look, Zane! What are you doing?" she bolted upright, barely missing a head-on-head collision. "I'm asking you permission to go down to the fifth floor and take a shower," I repeated. "Why didn't you simply sneak past me?" she propped herself up on her elbows. "I said I would wait on your decision, so I waited. Can I please, please do something," I pleaded, "before I go nuts?" "Umm, okay," Vivian said cautiously. I reached down to her midsection and she flinched so I held back. No word passed for several seconds so I resumed my journey to her pushed up sleeping jersey and slowly pulled it down until her stomach and crotch were covered. "Zane," Vivian sighed, "could you control your hormones for thirty minutes, when you are awake?" "I have to go now," I stood up, "because covering you up didn't make you any less attractive." "Zane," Vivian came off the sofa and followed me, "you should attempt to look at a woman as a fellow follower of Christ and less in terms of beautiful and ugly and you might be happier. Go take a shower." She's telling me this with an earnest warm face and finely sculpted legs that disappear right below the crotch into that billowing Dallas Cowboys shirt. "Go on and fuck the bitch," Rio growled as she traipsed by with Mercy's hand on her shoulder. Barbie Lynn came slowly limping behind. Barbie flashed me a grin and I raced to catch up. At the bottom of the stairs something occurred to me. "Hon, where is your towel?" I asked Barbie Lynn. She shot me an apologetic smile. I stepped behind Barbie Lynn, ran a hand along her hip to the curve of her stomach and kissed her on the neck. "Take mine; I'll catch up," I chuckled. I draped my towel over her shoulder and bounded up the stairs. At the top of the stairs I stumbled to a stop. Vivian had only then finished taking off her jersey and was holding it in her left hand. The bottom of the shirt scrapped the ground. Vivian looked at me, neither shocked, ashamed, nor outraged. Her breasts were freaking gorgeous, fully round, buoyant, and with a miniscule droop. Her pale blue panties left little to the imagination, her cunt lips clearly camel toed. "I apologize," I quickly spun away and raced to my sleep area. I grabbed a towel and headed straight for the stairs. "Zane, it is okay," Vivian called out. She'd covered her breasts and diaphragm with the jersey. "Huh?" "I don't mind; I know you didn't mean to see me so I'm not offended and I don't feel you went back on your word," she related with a sense of grace. I wasn't truly sure of what word I hadn't gone back on but she appeared happy. "Does that mean you can flash me your ta-ta's guilt free?" I asked hopefully. Vivian regarded me with amusement. "Zane, constantly being distracted by unbridled sexuality will not leave you content," she lectured me patiently. We regarded each other for some time. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" "If you are going to offer, could you come over here, turn around, bend over, grab your ankles and finally look past your thigh at me?" I cringed. She shook her head, regarded me once, then rolled her eyes. "I may not be able to save you but I'm not going to shove you down to damnation either," she stated firmly. "Do it; I won't take advantage of you and I'll tell you a valuable secret," I offered. Lesbian Bikers Normally my chance of success with Vivian and that line was nil, but the convergence of a Gabrielle's midnight visit and her desire to show me that trust and honesty could exist without a sexual context brought her to me. She slowly turned around and assumed my desired position. I rabidly wanted to step up to her, gently slip her panties aside and take her cunt with deep languid strokes. "Please stand up," I groaned. Once she was up I leaned into her ear. "You are not a virgin," I whispered carefully. Vivian tensed slightly. "All it means to me is that you know what you are talking about when you mention sexuality and I have to treat you with more respect. I apologize for prying." She twisted to face me and was about to say something but I put a finger to her lips to silence her. "People are listening," I cautioned her quietly. "Thank you for that," Vivian whispered. "It was one time in high school and we had exchanged Promise Rings. It was a mistake we both regret." "It's all cool," I grinned. "I kind of wish your first time had turned you into a wild sex monkey and you and your beau planned on having five hundred kids, but we're good." "Zane," Vivian sounded exasperated, "I pity the woman you decide to marry." "What?" I acted shocked, "I would never cheat on my wife." "Oh, I believe you, but I fear the poor woman would die from exhaustion," she scolded me. "She'd die happy?" I offered up as my only defense. "Lord, give me strength," Vivian groaned. "Go take a shower." "Gotchya, Boss," I beamed happily. I turned half way to the door, then gave a backward glance. "Vivian, if you ever need anything, just ask." "I, ." she was about to scold me but she stopped and sighed. "Fine, Zane, I know you mean well; now go." I winked and raced away. I could swear Vivian believed she was getting a crash course in Mothering a Teenage Boy. Biker Bar Horror Story It had been a hard day of first-round semester testing plus restructuring the Marksmanship and Orienteering Clubs. I still managed to get in sufficient studying (in my opinion) for Friday's round of activities. At lunch I had a little talk with Cordelia and Christina about Gabrielle Black and their fears concerning her. I really wish both women hadn't looked so concerned. I would have preferred they called me paranoid instead. I was sitting watching some bizarre sitcom rerun with an arm around Iona when Rio came rocketing up the stairs. "Hey, Princess," she screamed at me (in case anyone has missed it, Rio is a freak), "Val found out about a Biker bar called the Dixie Roadhouse and we're heading there. Do you want in?" I looked down to Iona who, despite a look of fearful concern, gave me a nod of consent. "Sure thing, Rio," I said, as I popped over the sofa and pulled Iona along after me. "Zane, you are not going out to a bar," Vivian rose to the challenge. "You are only eighteen." "If I don't go, we may not get Rio back," I cautioned my guardian. "Speaking of which: Rio, where is Mercy?" Vivian rounded on my 'Bro'. "I ambushed her: hit her in the head with the Gutenberg Bible and tied her to the back of Valerie's hog," Rio smiled proudly. Pulling Iona along with me, I pursued Rio down the stairs. "I promise I'll bring them all back," I shouted to Vivian. She was kind enough not to chase me down and make me stay. The Dixie Roadhouse looked like some sort of converted barn with a few cobbled together outbuildings. Mine was probably not the first car to grace this dirt parking lot but it was definitely rare to have a ride with four wheels parked here. I had Rio and Mercy with me. Of course, Mercy had not been beaten and tied up for tonight's outing. Iona had ridden gleefully on the back of Val's bike. "This is going to be epic," Rio exulted. "That's right," I joked tragically. "We are five teenagers in school uniforms going into a place that constantly lays down new sawdust to cover up all the blood." "Hey, Sissy-Boy," Rio punched me, "this is on my Bucket List, so don't wimp out on me now." We quickly paired up, Rio with Mercy and Iona with me. Val, Valkyrie went in alone as she felt that would increase her odds of survival. She also wore her Stormriders' patch and colors. Unfortunately, the rest of her gang was two thousand miles away. "Rio," Valerie coughed as she handed Rio a switchblade. Rio snickered, flipped the blade out several times in quick succession before stealthily stashing it into her waist band. 'Thank God,' I thought, 'she actually knows how to use a knife.' The double doors leading into the bar/club were propped open so we migrated in as a group. People didn't stop and stare but they managed a passable job of telling us to 'get the hell out' with their eyes alone. Valerie led us to the bar where the lone bartender took his time getting to us. The guy was going for the chest hair with a black leather vest look along with copious amounts of facial hair. "We don't serve kids," he growled out when he stopped in front of Valkyrie. "We are not high school kids, we are not cops; we are college kids who need a damn drink, not a lecture. So are you going to give us shit or a beer, because there must be a dozen lame college dumps we can go slumming at." "Who are you?" he grumbled. "Valkyrie, Stormriders," Valerie answered. "What is your name?" he persisted. "Valerie Palmer," she shrugged. "Are you kin of Mad Dog Palmer?" he inquired. "Dude, no one calls him Mad Dog who wants to live, and he's my grandfather," she smiled. "Got it," the bartender gave a sinister grin. "What are you doing here?" "My Dad divorced my Mom and became a born again Christian," she informed the guy. "Harsh; so are these kids yours?" he asked; meaning the rest of us. "They are not members but I consider them my associates," Valkyrie allowed. The bartender shrugged and started handing out beers. Val pulled out a roll of bills and paid for our first round. Val and I took slow steady pulls on our drinks. Rio downed hers in two chugs. Mercy and Iona took tentative sips and made disgusted faces as a result. I paid for Rio's second round. "It tastes awful," Iona whispered to me. "Pretend you are drinking it then. Beer is not for everyone," I assured her, and letting her see my smile dispelled any thought that I felt less of her for being different. "Rio," Mercy tried next. "Drink it," Rio demanded. "Do it, and I'll screw you with the bottle; don't, and I'll pour it over your head and shirt." Mercy choked on her response and took a swig of beer. "You annoy the hell out of me, Mercy," Rio reacted in a warmer tone. I looked at Valerie; she looked to me and nodded. Things could be working out far worse. I noticed six biker babes playing pool off in the darkest corner. I didn't think they were a problem but two of them kept giving me the eye. I hoped my current group of women would provide me shielding. A group of ten bikers came rolling into the place, laughing, punching, and doing other masculine bonding rituals. They noted the five out-of-place newcomers at the bar but didn't seem put out until I saw these two guys in the pack and they saw me. We had a bit of history that went all the way back to a bad night for me on a bench in a communal jail cell. Perhaps I suggested that if they didn't get out of my way, I would shove their heads through the bars of the cell. I was in for two counts of assault and they were in for minor drug possession so they backed down. By the look on their faces, they remembered that night, oh, fuck. "Guys!" I cried out. I came off my stool and quickly walked up to the closer of the two. He actually took a step back into one of his buddies. "It is good to see you, Man," I kept grinning. I stepped up, put my left hand on his right elbow to propel his hand up. I clasped his palm and shook it, chest to chest. "A week ago we were all in lock-up together, I was totally wasted, and this guy and his buddy (I nodded to the second guy) saved my ass. Let me buy all of you guys the first two rounds," I offered. The guy who was clearly the dominant member gave my 'buddy' a look. He figured something wasn't right but he didn't know what it was. The two bikers in the cell hadn't talked about their facedown with some college kid since they'd backed off without a fight. "That's about right, Zane," the guy holding my hand said. "Those two guys get out of the hospital?" he continued as we walked as a group to the bar. "Yeah, I administered a warning more than a lesson," I shrugged. "I wanted them to leave my ladies alone. The point was made. The whole jail thing was the Sheriff getting me back for a fight I was in the previous weekend but no one pressed charges." That earned me some knowing chuckles. Beers were handed out; I paid for this round and the next, my heart finally calming down from the near catastrophe. "Gus, what's with the little girls?" the leader addressed the bartender. He titled his head toward Valkyrie. Her colors gave her the higher status. "The little one is with Zane and those two (Rio and Mercy) are together," Valarie answered deadpan. The big guy put his hand on Iona's shoulder while looking at me. "Mind if I take your girl for a dance," he didn't ask, he told me. "You take your hand off of her and I'll forget you touched my girl," I stated with a quiet calm coming over me. "If I don't?" he taunted me. "I don't play twenty questions," I warned him. "Seriously, dude, you want to get into a fight over a girl barely out of a training bra?" Valerie tried to make light of the situation. "She's his sister." The leader let go of Iona and stepped back. "She's your sister? Why in the hell did you bring you sister to this place?" he was curious. "Are you trying to tell me this place isn't 'family friendly'?" I grinned, finally taking a real breath. "That's a fucked-up way to look at things but yes, I guess it is," he chuckled. He reached past Iona and took his beer. Everyone around us relaxed again. "What were you going to do?" he idly asked me. "Since you had your left hand on Iona and your right was going for that steel rod you use as a sap, I was going crush your trachea then introduce your forehead to the bar," I explained. "That might have killed me," he noted. "Nothing personal, but I had nine more bodies to put down," I reminded him. "I would have given us better than even odds that we would be getting out of here," Valerie joined in. "So you really kicked Dog-Boy and Sticks off their bench?" he changed direction. Apparently, then, some in the gang did know. "They were a bit stoned and I was really pissed off," I exaggerated. "That makes sense; they are idiots," the leader grinned. A group of four more bikers with the same colors as the current crop came in. The guy we'd been talking with and five others broke off and headed to the rear of the establishment to seats around two circular tables. The four guys remaining gathered around Rio and Mercy. One guy put a hand on Mercy's shoulder. "Come on out and see my ride," he grinned at a surprisingly calm Mercy. "Hands off," Rio sneered, "I own the bitch." That caused the four men to look at each other. "Don't worry, I rent her out from time to time," Rio acted nonchalant. Two of the guys closed in, one running a hand down Mercy's shoulder and thigh while the other put a hand on each of her hips. "How much?" he growled. "We can take her into the bathroom right now." "Nope," Rio shrugged. "She's got tests at school tomorrow and I've got her busy all weekend long, but write down your number and I'll call you. Zane, pen." I tossed Rio a pen who handed it to the biggest biker. The guy looked Rio, then to her hand. "No," Rio snickered. "Mercy, off the stool and lean over the bar," she emphasized with a slap to the ass. Mercy scrambled to obey. Rio smiled at the dude then flipped Mercy's skirt up, wedged her already slender lacy underwear into her ass crack. Rio smacked a cheek. "Here you go." "Hell, ya," he laughed, as he scrawled his name and number over Mercy's proffered ass cheek. "Are you sure you are going to remember this?" "Oh, yeah; I'm going to be pounding this ass most of the night when I get her home," Rio told him. "I thought you said she had tests tomorrow," the third guy joked. "So do I, and that means I've got a lot of stress to work through," Rio grinned shark-like. "She's going to have to suck it up." That earned another round of laughs. "You really, truly annoy the hell out of me, Mercy," Rio snorted. Mercy resumed her barstool, turned to face Rio and sipped her beer once more. The warming radiance of Mercy's smile was both tragic and sweet. I stole a look toward Iona who had a wide-eyed curious look about her and ended up at Valarie, who looked relieved enough to finally put her back to the bar and look around. We were into our second beer (still Iona and Mercy's first and Rio's fourth) when our sense of ease began floundering. One of the biker chicks that had been playing pool came over to get a round of beers for her outfit. "Candy-ass whores," the woman taunted Rio as she picked up the six beers and walked away. Rio looked to me, somewhat confused and then outraged, and ended up with a glance to Valarie. "What did you say?" Rio sounded disarmingly curious to the biker chick. "You heard me," the woman scoffed. Rio was off the stool like a shot and brought her beer down on the biker chick's head. "Iona, stay close behind me," I hissed. I motioned to Mercy to get her attention. Before the woman could right herself, Rio kicked her in the thigh. As she stumbled forward, all of her beers crashed to the sawdust on the ground. Since the target of her wrath wasn't face-planting fast enough, Rio linked her fists together and hammer-slammed the chick between the shoulder blades; down she went. "I told you to repeat what you said, Bitch!" Rio screamed as she kicked the fallen woman in the ribs. At that point, three of the biker chick's closest companions descended on Rio and pulled her away. Valarie gestured to me to stay seated and I got Mercy's attention and kept her on her stool as well. "Hold her up," growled the biker girl Rio had decked. "What did you say, Bitch?" Rio snarled right back. "Lose the bull-dykes and I'll make you taste my shoe leather." "She's trying to get killed," Valarie whispered to me. Iona tensed with fear. "No, she's trying to get us all killed," I responded softly. "Let's take her outside," the first biker babe suggested as Rio struggled and kicked, attempting to free herself. "No," a different girl directed. "Let's take her to the john; I have an idea." The other women laughed and began dragging Rio away. "Zane!" Rio called out, "We are about to have a Leather Lesbian Slut orgy. Join in anytime you like." That was my cue to get my ass kicked. I moved to intervene, Val on my left between me and the worst of the crowd, Mercy to my right, and Iona taking up the rear. Sadly, a guy around my height but with a beer gut decided that I wasn't going to have an easy time of it. "No, you don't," he threatened. It was pretty clear four or five other guys were ready to jump in. Rio's cursing form disappeared behind the doors. I didn't have much time before Rio incensed the biker chicks so much they throttled her. "Do you have a gun?" I asked with as much patience as I could muster. He grinned evilly, pulled back his vest, and showed me the automatic he had stuck into his belt. I waited until his hand released the vest and moved toward his hip. I snatched the gun, flipped it around and rammed the barrel into his stomach. The only sound in the place was the four overhead fans and some Chris Rock wannabe belting it out over the stereo system. Rio's screams were becoming shriller. "I don't appreciate you pointing a gun at one of my brothers," a different man said. He was one of the group of four that had arrived earlier but I had the impression he was 'somebody'. "I'm really busy right now but I promise to deal with you when I retrieve my friend; okay?" I didn't wait for his response because I was sure it would suck. "Do you want me to feed you your gun back one bullet at a time?" I prodded the guy I had the gun on? He looked around for the moral support from his gang members. "Do it and you are dead," he countered with what I felt was false bravado. "That will hardly do you any good," I grinned as I cocked the hammer back. "Do you want your gun back?" "Ah, yes?" the biker gulped. "Are you going to let me get my girl and get her out of here?" I asked. "Ah, sure?" he seemed confused. I un-cocked the gun, flipped the handhold around and offered him his piece, grip first. No one appeared to know what to make of that. As if expecting a trick, the guy moved slowly. When he took it, I made to move past him. "You be careful now," I told him. He cocked the gun and pressed it into the side of my ribs. "Fuck you," he managed to get out before the 'click' and the point of Valkyrie's blade dug into his jugular, drawing a line of blood. "You really are too fucking stupid to live," Val seethed. "I'm Valkyrie of the Stormriders," she challenged the room. "We wage war on the Hell's Angels and the Mongols so some two-bit outfit like you Warlords doesn't bother me in the least. I'll bleed every one of you fuckers. Your bitch picked a fight with our bitch and you wouldn't man up and deal with it so now my friends will," she growled. "Zane, go get Rio." I nodded quickly and moved past the guy with the gun. "Iona with me; Mercy, you watch Valkyrie's back," I ordered. Iona clung to my back while Mercy hesitantly moved back to back with Val. She wanted to come with us and save Rio, no doubt. I raced over to the women's bathroom and flung open the door. Four sets of eyes riveted me as I came in. The other two women were busy shoving Rio headfirst into one of the toilets. The rest of us were facing knives and guns and Rio was about to get a swirlie. "Hi," I stammered. The two women holding Rio down backed out of the stall and joined the stand-off. "Zane, what fucking took you so long?" Rio panted. She staggered out and looked Iona and I over. "Where the fuck is Mercy?" Rio sounded concerned. "You stupid cow!" I snapped. "We are about to be murdered because of you, damn it." "You left Mercy out there with those animals?" Rio screeched back. She tried to push past the other biker chicks but thankfully didn't get very far. I'd have decked her myself. "Would you please give us our friend back," I requested after taking a deep breath. I was about to be told 'no' when one of the other bikers stepped into the light and I made her out clearly for the first time. "You're, I started to say. "You are Zane Braxton," she stated. "The guy who fucked your sister for an hour?" the lady closest to the lead girl asked. "Yeah," she leered. "He's the kid from the DVD she sent me and her husband, the bitch." Yes, this was the twin sister of the Sheriff's Deputy I'd had a three-way with. Didn't she work at a college club as a bartender? What a small damn world. The whole atmosphere of the room changed. Rio shrugged off the hands holding on to her but didn't bolt. "Rio, take Iona out to the others and wait for me in the parking lot," I insisted. "No, Zane. I'm not leaving you here to take Rio's beating," Iona resisted. Rio wasn't abandoning me either. I reached out and stroked Iona's hair and put my keys in her hand. "It will be okay. No one is going to kill anyone here tonight. Now I need you to go so I can settle up accounts," I grinned down at her with only a twinge of worry. Rio resolved the matter by taking Iona by the hand and dragging her out. Iona looked to be on the verge of tears. Rio's eyes told me she's suddenly sobered up and was regretting leaving me in harm's way. I looked back at the six women and the one oddity chipped away at my senses but I didn't know what to make of it. "So, how's your husband?" was the only, and rather lame, thing I could think to say. "I think he's turned State's Evidence against the Aryan Nation," she shrugged. "I thought your husband was some sort of hardened criminal," I inquired. "Ha," several of the chicks chuckled. "Zane, my husband is an accountant," she clarified with some amusement at my expense. "But, weapons charges, he was laundering money?" I pieced it together. "Good job, College boy," the 'strange' woman congratulated me. "Let's get you out of here before someone takes offense," the leader said. "Give me your number and we'll walk you out. I'm Belle, by the way." She offered her hand and I foolishly kissed it. I quickly gave up my digits, then we did a series of handshakes, French kisses and introductions. When the 'strange' woman's turn came, she introduced herself as Willa. I wanted to fucking cry because just looking at a woman will tell me a good deal about her person, a handshake even more, and a kiss is freaking El Dorado. Willa was a biker chick but she was also college educated, had a regimented training background, and was the only woman in the room who was looking for a way to not hurt Rio, very service-minded of her. "There may be a problem," I interrupted as we headed for the door. "There is this guy," I described the guy I took the gun from, "who I took his gun and threatened him with it. This other guy," I painted a portrait of the authoritative guy, "told me he was pissed with the whole gun thing." All the women stopped and looked at one another. "Zane, where is the gun?" Belle questioned me. "I gave it back to him once he agreed that I could come in here and retrieve Rio, my friend," I answered. "It is a damn miracle you aren't dead," Willa scowled. "I would have been but my other buddy, Val, put a knife to his throat. I left her with Rio's companion covering her back," I explained. "She's kind of tough." "That the one with Stormrider colors?" Belle asked. "Yeah. She's Valarie Palmer, my classmate as FFU," I told them. "Is she Damien Palmer's little girl?" Willa guessed. "She's his oldest granddaughter; is that important?" I inquired. The women seemed nervously amused by my ignorance. "He's a God-damn legend, Zane," Belle said. "Damien Palmer once took the Stormriders to a Mongol gathering in Las Vegas. Outnumbered three to one, they kicked serious ass, cleared out the place, and he ended the fight by grabbing a Mongol chapter president and some other poor Mongol bastard, jumped out a fifth-story balcony, and used their bodies to cushion his fall. I doubt prison has mellowed him much." "Your problems are a little more immediate. The guy whose gun you took is Big Ted, he's a moron. That 'other guy' is Deacon, Warlord chapter president for Northern Virginia," Willa weighed in. "Is he going to let my girls go?" I fretted. "Let's go and find out," Belle shrugged. We stepped out, Belle in the lead, followed by Willa, then me, then the rest. There were a few guys standing by the doors watching something. No one was jumping around or nursing serious wounds so I hoped the girls had exited. "Belle, the kid and I need to have a word out back," Deacon ordered confidently. "Deacon, my sister is keeping an eye on this guy," Belle suggested. "It may not be a good idea to put him in the hospital." "We can't let him push Big Ted around; it is happening," Deacon declared. "Big Ted," she looked to the guy I'd punked, "you want to kick Zane's ass out front?" Belle left Big Ted in the awkward position of taking his chances with me or looking weak in front of his gang. "I'll hand him his nuts," Big Ted growled. Deacon gave his consent and the club emptied out into the front lot. My girls were huddled around my car and Valarie's bike. Rio looked like she was going to do something stupid like run up to me but Mercy and Val held her back. I was actually relieved to see that Iona was behind the wheel of my car with the engine running. The Warlords spread out in a rough semi-circle with Deacon, Big Ted and Belle in the center. I had backed up about ten feet toward the road, facing the Warlords, when Big Ted came for me. He was about my height but around fifty pounds heavier, thus the name Big Ted. The Warlord flexed his arms and did some kind of primitive gesture meant to intimidate me. "So do we start with 'ready, set, go' or what?" I questioned. That brought a round of laughter from the motorcycle gang and Big Ted looked over his shoulder to share in their mirth. My first kick caught him in the nuts, the second one caught him in the chest and knocked him down, and the third saw me stomping on his nut sack once again. I swept around him and kicked him in the head hard enough, he rolled over twice in the dust. Ted was seriously unconscious. For ten seconds no one said a word. Any hope I had of getting away with my underhanded win began to fade when Deacon came forward. "You come to my roadhouse, beat up one of my people, and expect to get away with it?" he grumbled. "Deacon, I am so very sorry this happened. My friends and I only wanted to come by, have a few beers, and let my buddy Val soak in the kind of establishment she was used to going to, namely a biker bar," I said carefully. "Things were said, my best bud went a little nuts, and the shit got out of hand. How can I make it up to you?" "What the fuck can you do for me?" Deacon sneered. "Five thousand dollars?" I threw out there. He studied me. "You have that kind of money?" he questioned me. "Absolutely; I can have you the money tomorrow at six p.m." I promised. "Don't fuck up," he stated with menace, "or I will hunt you and your friends down. Got it?" "Understood," I pledged. Deacon snorted in disdain and headed back inside. The rest of the Warlords were heading inside with a few dragging Ted in and I finally let my focus expand beyond my immediate environs. The car pulling up was still unexpected. I knew the shape of the person who stepped out of the Sheriff's cruiser. "Zane," Sheriff's Deputy Tara Cavanaugh greeted me happily. "Belle," she said to her sister with far less warmth. "Zane, what brings you here?" "A schoolmate of mine is a motorcyclist; she wanted to see what a biker bar was like so we ended up here." "We couldn't get in because we are only eighteen but another friend of mine got sick and had to go to the bathroom. Belle was good enough to get her out," I lied. "Zane, you have sawdust on your shoes," Tara pointed out. "I had to go part of the way in to get my friend," I grinned feebly. "Zane, are you lying to me?" Tara frowned. "Yes," I admitted. "The truth is only going to cause a whole lot of trouble, though." "Wow, morally flexible where the law is concerned," Belle licked her lips. "Of course we already knew he was all kinds of flexible, didn't we?" "Usually the point where I start being talked about like a piece of meat is my cue to leave," I stated crossly. "Deputy Cavanaugh, may I leave now?" "Beat it, Zane," Tara told me. "Thanks, Deputy; take care, Belle. It was nice to meet you and thanks for all your help," I thanked her before rejoining my companions. Valarie drove alone in the lead. The rest of us followed in my car, sans conversation. Sorting Through One Helluva Mess We kept our silence until we stepped out of the elevator on the fifth floor. Valarie grabbed Rio ferociously, slammed her into the wall with one hand holding Rio's right bicep while her forearm was pressed so it choked Rio's throat. "You stupid, crazy bitch!" Valarie howled. "You could have gotten us all killed!" I looped an arm around Mercy's waist before she could go charging to Rio's rescue, and have Valarie beat her up. "Hang on, Mercy; I'll work this out," I whispered. She nodded but her concern was burning through. It was heart-warming to see Iona put an arm through Mercy's in what would be a futile gesture to keep Mercy still if things went bad. "Get your hands off me, Cum-dumpster," Rio snarled, followed by some choking noises as Valerie applied pressure to her windpipe. Next Rio tried to kick Valerie but the bigger woman deflected it with her thigh. It was time for me to step up. "I've got this, Valerie," I told her calmly. Valerie stepped back because she figured her next option was to beat Rio black and blue. I moved into Valerie's place but put my hands to either side of Rio's shoulders. "Rio, this is done; let's put it aside and go to bed early if you want, but I want to ask you one thing if you'll let me," I asked softly. "Fuck off, Zane," Rio rumbled, "I'm not in the mood for one of your mind games." "Okay," I shrugged. "To the Bitter End," I nodded. "To the Bitter End," she muttered back, her eyes drooping to the ground. "We are done," I told the rest of the crowd. Valerie snorted angrily and I figured she'd either bitch me out or never speak to me again. Rio grabbed me before I got away. "I, damn it, Zane, I screwed up again," she choked back a sob. "I'm fine, Rio. I signed on for the crazy so I have no one to blame but myself," I reassured her. "What did you want to ask me?" she sighed as she put her cheek on my chest. "Bro, I can't keep charging in to save you and keep Iona safe at the same time. What am I going to do?" I inquired. "Sorry, Man. I fucked up big time," she moaned. "I don't know why it happened." "That doesn't matter, Rio. Let's call it a night," I said serenely. We started to break up and I could see Valerie still glaring hate at me and Rio. "Rio, do me a favor?" "What?" Rio sounded dejected. "What was the second and, third thing you asked me in the bathroom?" I inquired. Rio snapped her face up toward me, angry and upset. "Don't," she insisted. "I have a near-eidetic memory so if you don't remember, I do," Iona chimed in. "Shut up, you two," Rio snarled. "Rio, I have had it with you. Jump and I'll kick in your teeth," Val seethed in response. Mercy looked ready to jump in too. "You said 'Where is, I began. "Don't, damn it," Rio growled, but she could see I wasn't going to relent. "Fine," she groaned in defeat. "I asked where Mercy was, then I bitched you out for leaving her with those 'animals'. Happy now?" "Pretty much, yeah," I tried not to sound pleased with myself. What I did accomplish was put a glimmer of understanding in Valerie's mind. A few seconds later Mercy clued in too. "Oh, Rio," Mercy teared up, "you didn't have to worry." "I swear, if you cry I'm going to shove so many ice cubes up your cunt, your eyes will shimmer like a snow globe," Rio swore to Mercy. "Rio," Valerie sighed with exasperation, "Learn how to fight, and more importantly, learn when not to fight." In the pack dynamic, going off and picking your own fight was nuts; fighting for someone in your group was totally different. By the uncomplicated code that nomads lived by, you stuck up for your own, and that made all the difference to Valerie. Rio was still crazy and could have gotten us all killed, but she'd done it for another member of the group; in this, case, Mercy. That demanded a reprimand, not expulsion. "How about we go up to Zane's and have some ice-cream?" Iona suggested. "We have ice-cream?" Rio perked up. "When did this happen?" "Rio," Iona sighed wearily, "we put them in on the first day. They are two 1950's style ice-cream freezers, one opposite the close showers and the other down by the far kitchenette." "Mercy," Rio grinned fiercely, "Bring several wash cloths to bed tonight. I'm going to cover your nipples with mint chocolate chip and lick it off." I wondered if Mercy could actually orgasm to death, she certainly looked ready to. "I thought you were going to, Mercy turned to Rio and patted her own behind. "Pound-cake, what makes you think you are getting any sleep tonight?" Rio chastised Mercy, then spanked her ass. "Rio, are you bi-polar?" Val ground out. "One second you are weeping on Zane's shoulder and the next you are engaging in kinky foreplay with your girlfriend." "She's not my girlfriend, she's my toy," Rio corrected. "Also, this shit ain't over. I know Zane jumped on a grenade meant for me but I can't do anything about it right now. I know I put us all in danger, again, nothing I can do about it at the moment. I do know that when I find that bitch Belle or any of her girl-pals, I'm going upside their heads with a pool cue, though." "Gosh," mused Iona, "I should figure out what I want on my tombstone." "Mine is going to read 'didn't kill Rio Talon soon enough'," griped Valerie. "Hardy-har-har," grumped Rio. "You are acting like they'll ever find our bodies." "You annoy me," Mercy whispered to Rio before licking her ear. "Careful, you," Rio smirked. "Ice cubes-cunt snow globe." I was thankful when I got to the door lock, entered my code, and held the door for them to head up. I tagged Valerie at the top of the stairs. She looked at me with annoyance but softened to curiosity when she saw my concern. "Zane," Vivian called out before I got anywhere. "We need to talk." That was depressing. "Val, I need to ask you something important. Can you please wait?" I asked the biker babe. "Sure," she promised before heading to get a drink. I walked with Vivian into my bedroom area. At the foot of the bed was laid out a skirt, shirt, bra, panties and socks. The shoes were on the floor. The owner was no mystery. Reclining on the pillows was Paige. She was clothed, sort of. She was decked out all in brilliant red: stockings, garter belt, silky panties, and a gauze-like bra that highlighted her pale breasts perfectly. Her flesh radiated like freshly fallen snow and her hair flowed forth from my pillow like a glacier crafted by spiders into a delicate web. "Hey," I sighed hungrily. "Hey," Paige responded in a rich sultry voice. "Paige!" Vivian snapped. "How did you get past me?" "I'm a ghost-panthress stalking my prey," Paige leered. "With the way Zane's heart is pounding, I'm doing a good job of it too." "Get up, put on a robe, and leave the room now," Vivian insisted. "Oh," groaned Paige as she rolled over and shook her delicious shaped bottom at me, "I'm so tired. I need someone's help in getting out of bed." Yes, I wanted to go to the bed right then, but it had nothing to do with helping Paige actually get out of that bed or that position. "I'll take care of her," I told Vivian. I walked to a wardrobe across the room, opened it up, and took a look around inside. Vivian walked behind me and gasped. "What are you doing with all these robes, all these women's robes, Zane?" Vivian muttered. "I got them predicated on the notion that I would have women up here. I thought it would be considerate of me to give them a choice of what to wear," I indicated my selection. "How did you smuggle them all in here?" Vivian wondered. "We have mail service, Vivian. I ordered them online." She seemed confused. The university didn't block clothing sites from their computer network. I pulled out a short red one with a white and black tiger circling on the back and showed it to Paige. "Oh, cool, I'll look like a Bangkok whore," Paige sounded conflicted. "Actually, this one is from China so that would make you a White Russian Shanghai hooker," I corrected. "Oh, I like that," Paige purred as she crawled over to my side of the bed on all fours. &qu

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Drive-by Journalism Damages the Marine Aquarium Trade w/ Dr. Andy Rhyne - Episode 147 - Reef Beef Podcast. In this episode we talk to Dr. Andrew Rhyne about the source of marine aquarium fish in our industry and the new paper on which he is a coauthor.  Thank you to our sponsors: Saltwater Aquarium: https://tinyurl.com/RBSaltwaterAquarium Saltwater Aquarium Wholesale: https://tinyurl.com/SWAWholesale PolypLab: https://www.polyplab.com/ Champion Lighting: https://www.championlighting.com/ Champion Lighting Wholesale: https://www.championlightingdealer.com/ Links: The Paper: Extent of threats to marine fish from the online aquarium trade in the United States https://doi.org/10.1111/cobi.70155 Press Release: https://www.sydney.edu.au/news-opinion/news/2025/10/09/losing-nemo--almost-all-aquarium-fish-in-the-us-are-caught-in-th.html EurekAlert: https://www.eurekalert.org/news-releases/1100587 Vice Article: https://www.vice.com/en/article/exotic-pet-fish-owners-are-accidentally-ruining-the-ocean/ PBS News Hour: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R8BZXY7MPy0 Merch is now available! https://reefbeefpodcast.com/merch/ Join our Discord: https://discord.gg/reefbeef Get notified of new episodes by receiving an email from Reef Beef! https://reefbeefpodcast.com/notify/ Get our help / advice: https://reefbeefpodcast.com/consult/ Buy Reef Beef a Beer! https://reefbeefpodcast.com Become a Member: https://reefbeefpodcast.com/membership Follow Us: Youtube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/@ReefBeefPodcast Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/0KA5CRWWe8dDmitJGOAG1J Apple Podcast: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/reef-beef/id1552005275 Amazon: https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/db09c6a8-5f0e-46c2-ac2d-25ed555a549f/reef-beef Player.fm: https://player.fm/series/reef-beef Overcast: https://overcast.fm/itunes1552005275 Audible: https://audible.com/pd/B08JJNKYLG

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When you work at a brewpub, it's nice to have friends stop by for a visit. Meet up with us this week at Lazy Days Brewing to chat with Ryan Still about his latest seasonals and other surprises. Exclusive first tastings of a coffee cream ale for Damian, Josh gets to test his nose, and Bronwyn gets a fresh hop helles. Get into the spookey spirit this season, with garlic knots, pulled pork nachos, and hear our newest commercial celebrating our friends on this episode of Brew Happy!

Registered nurse and pelvic/sexual health physiotherapist Stacey Roberts joins  Ron Rapaport to tell how a painful polka moment led her to develop The Pain-Free Formula: a functional-medicine approach that treats root causes of chronic pain using non-invasive tools like SoftWave shockwave therapy, hormone optimization, and gut health strategies. They discuss misconceptions about inflammation and pain, how stress and hormones affect joints and nerves, ways to avoid unnecessary surgeries, and practical steps listeners can take to find long-term relief. Stacey also shares her work with athletes, her book, and her podcast for deeper learning. Sponsors:    Dr Scott Geise author A Disturbing Injustice"                     John Jay author of "Ninette's War, A Jewish Story of Survival in 1940's France                     Hero Soap Company-Use Code RAP for a 10% discount                     https://www.herosoapcompany.com Links:           newyouhealthandwellness.com                     https://itsawrapwithrap.com  

Patrick Woodward and Megan Nollet share about the interesting history of beer.https://spotlightenglish.com/uncategorized/the-history-of-beer/Download our app for Android at http://bit.ly/spotlight-androidDownload our app for iOS at http://bit.ly/spotlight-appleFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/spotlightradioAre you learning English? Are you looking for a way to practice your English? Listen to Spotlight to learn about people and places all around the world. You can learn English words, and even practice English by writing a comment.Visit our website to follow along with the script: http://spotlightenglish.com

Dan and Chris go through some of the most popular debates in video games and say why they should not....be... anymore

The raw ingredients to make a pint all begin life on British farms whether malting barley, or cider apples and perry pears, or hops. For barley and hop growers 2025 has been a difficult year. It's been a happier one in cider and perry orchards. We meet a cider apple detective hunting for lost varieties in Somerset, and the award winning team preserving Gloucestershire's perry heritage.A review of environmental governance in Northern Ireland has called for a new independent environmental regulator to be established. And, the Scottish fishing industry is unhappy about the way the Westminster Government has distributed a fund to modernise the fleet, improve skills, and revitalise communities. Scotland will receive just under 8% of the fund despite accounting for 60% of the UK's fishing capacity.Presenter: Charlotte Smith Producer: Sarah Swadling

Let's bridge the gap! It's a new game for the gang. How well do you know that “other” generation? Stranger Things is coming to theaters! The finale could make for a thrilling New Years Eve activity. 28% of people have a tattoo they regret - including Matty. Vinnie has a sketchy tattoo, but he doesn't regret it because it came with a great story. No American has ever died outside of Earth's atmosphere.

Being a full-time spirits writer is barely a job that exists anymore, so if you're gonna be one you gotta stay sharp. Multi-award-winning author Emma Janzen takes a break from all the irons she has in the fire to talk about collaborating with drinks luminaries on her host of cocktail books, her creative process, and how what she wants to report from the world's barstools has changed over the years. She also digs into a recent article of hers about how ICE raids are affecting the restaurant industry, and what some organizers are doing to fight back.PLUS, what do you call a bar that's not quite a legacy bar, but isn't new enough to have a halo of buzz around it? And does being a well-regarded spot with a decade or so behind you put you in a perilous spot? As the owner of one such place, Sother weighs in.Follow Emma on Instagram at @emmajanzenLINKSEmma's Article on ICE and the service industry:punchdrink.com/articles/ice-immigration-resources-bars-restaurants/Preorder Emma's book “The Classic Cocktail Sessions”: a.co/d/9spILZ1Become a Regular: patreon.com/SpeakeasyRegularsFor resources on dealing with ICE agents in your community visit nouswithoutyou.la/ and @thenycallianceThe Speakeasy is now on YouTube! Tune in to “see” what we're talking about at youtube.com/@Speakeasy.PodcastCheck out Quiote Imports at quioteimports.com and use promo code “Speakeasy” to get free shipping at checkout.Don't forget to click SUBSCRIBE and RATE the show if you can.

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Everyone's had one. Nobody really understands them.In this episode of Arsenic Culture, Matt, Jason, Drew, and Jordon tackle the hangover: what causes it, what doesn't, and which “cures” are total BS. From hydration packs to greasy breakfasts and a few truly questionable methods, we break down what actually helps and what just makes you smell like regret.If you've ever woken up swearing you'll never drink again... this one's for you.#HangoverCure #BoozeCulture #ArsenicCulturehttps://www.youtube.com/@arsenicculturehttps://instagram.com/arsenicculturehttps://tiktok.com/@arsenicculturehttps://www.facebook.com/arsenicculture/https://x.com/arsenicculture

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Welcome to the best time on the beer podcast circuit, The Perfect Pour. This week we talk about things like: Checking in on Gen Z's drinking habits and wondering if we can get them into beer. Stout Season is here, and so is Speedway Stout. Celebration Ale 2025 is hitting shelves this weekend! Screaming Eagle and $13 pints of Lager. What every beertender does at closing time. If the beer is good, it doesn't matter the style. Do we know what the beer trends will be for 2026? This and more! Thank you for listening. Be safe out there! Downloadable: perfectpour634.mp3 (Cussing warning!) HOSTED BY: Nick, Rad Stacey, Mikey MUSIC BY: Sunburns and Paul From Fairfax. BEER AND SHOW-RELATED LINKS: SUPPORT THE SHOW AND BECOME A GOLDEN GOD! Subscribe to the show on Apple Podcasts. You can also find us on Spotify and most podcast players. Perfect Pour's YouTube Channel. VOICEMAIL/TEXT LINE: 559-492-0542 Drop Us a Line: Email Perfect Pour. Join our free Lager Line Discord channel! Send Postcards or Samples to us: The Perfect Pour – co Mike Seay 2037 W. Bullard Ave #153 Fresno, CA 93711 Mikey's newsletter: Drinking & Thinking. Check this!: Mikey's Dorky Amazon Storefront.  

We're taking a trip back in time—way back to 2021—for a very special re-release! This isn't just any episode of Beer'd Al. It's the one where Russ and Lauren have their very first conversation. Like… ever.And what better album to bond over than "Weird Al" Yankovic's delightfully wacky Poodle Hat? Expect laughter, awkward charm, a few "getting to know you" moments, and of course, plenty of Weird Al love. So crack open a beer, cue up Poodle Hat, and relive the magic of the moment it all began.

Similar to Student Bodies, Wacko is a 1982 horror parody that primarily satirizes the slasher genre, all while cracking jokes at other popular horror movies of the time. This one centers around a Lawnmower Killer with an irreverent brand of comedy that basically throws jokes at the viewer in rapid-fire succession. We talk about how successful this is, the killer reveal, and whether Wacko deserves the multiple cast talents at its disposal!We're also drinking Tree House Brewing's Halloween beer, the Evil Julius triple IPA!Approximate timeline0:00-13:00 Intro13:00-21:00 Beer talk21:00-end WackoHaHaHalloween comes to an end next week, so stick with us! We might have a few tricks and treats up our sleeve.

Our Orlando journey officially begins with a day filled with indulgence, imagination, and unexpected twists. From a luxurious villa check-in to soaking in hops at a beer spa, we discover the playful identity that gives The City Beautiful its name. We also swing by the world's most over-the-top McDonald's and end our night surrounded by artists and tapas at Café Tu Tu Tango. This episode sets the tone for a series packed with wonder, whimsy, and Florida fun you won't want to miss.Main Takeaways:• Villatel Orlando Resort blends private-villa comfort with unique perks that elevate your entire stay.• The World's Largest Entertainment McDonald's is a neon-glowing, game-buzzing experience you have to see to believe.• Beer Spa Orlando proves relaxation pairs perfectly with craft brews and sudsy self-care.• Café Tu Tu Tango celebrates Orlando's creative soul with small plates, live art, and nonstop energy.Episode Summary:Day 1 kicks off with a smooth arrival and a jaw-dropping check-in at Villatel Orlando Resort, where comfort meets elevated style. We dive into Orlando's eccentric side at the World's Largest Entertainment McDonald's, featuring wood-fired pizza and more arcade games than some theme parks. The adventure slows down into pure bubbly relaxation at Beer Spa Orlando as we learn why beer baths are the self-care trend we didn't know we needed. Dinner at Café Tu Tu Tango surrounds us with art, flavor, and local creativity at every turn. If this is how the trip starts, imagine what's yet to come.Call to Action – Join the Adventure:Subscribe to States of Discovery to catch Day 2's episode full of thrills, nature encounters, and more Orlando surprises. Leave a review to help fellow travelers find the show. Share this episode with your travel-obsessed friends so they can join the journey, too.You can also read our companion article and see all the photos on the Day 1 Itinerary at Only In Your State.

Kolsch Night was upon us once again, so we tried our best to give good recappery, some funnery, and still be on time-ery to Northern Row. Enjoy this faster-paced episode where we go over things such as our NFL Deathmatch Challenge picks for week 8, the rollercoaster of Tilray investing, saving craft beer by getting rid of IPA, is rimming the glass the way to pick a pumpkin beer when doing a Styles Clash, who is Streetside's favorite child, and Gnome ruined the cocktail his viewers made for him. Join our Patreon as a member - even as a FREE member - to get over 20 extra minutes of content from this week's recording! **The music used in the NFL Deathmatch Challenge is by DonRock the Imposter on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mqKSIaE_QE8 @donrocktheimposter912 Week 8 :  Gnome's Pick : Falcons Marco's Pick : Bengals Julia's Pick : Patriots Current points going into Week 8 :  Gnome : 7 Marco : 6 Julia : 5 ----- This episode covers the following shows : Cincy Brew Dads - Styles Clash Ep 3 - Pumpkin Punch-Out! Barstool Perspective - 10/17/2025 The Weekly Pint - Ep 284 - Crowd Source My Cocktail! Cincy Brewcast - V11 Ep 9 - Streetside's got Demogorgon, Medals, Well...I Think It's a Good Time To Have A Chat! ----- What we drank : Wolf's Ridge - Clear Sky S'Mores - Cream Ale Masthead - Wet Case Scenario - Fresh Hop DIPA ----- Episode recorded on 10/21/2025 at our amazing podcast host, Higher Gravity Summit Park! https://highergravitycrafthaus.com/ Disclaimer: The views and opinions expressed by Truth, Beer, and Podsequences are those of the participants alone and do not necessarily reflect the views or opinions of any entities they may represent. ------  Links to everything at http://truthbeerpod.com/ or https://truthbeerpod.podbean.com/ Find us on all the social medias @ TruthBeerPod Email us at TruthBeerPod@gmail.com Subscribe, like, review, and share! Find all of our episodes on your favorite Podcast platform or https://www.youtube.com/@TruthBeerPod ! Buy us a pint!  If you'd like to support the show, you can do by clicking the "One-Time Donation" link at http://truthbeerpod.com ! If you want exclusive content, check out our Patreon!  https://www.patreon.com/TruthBeerPod If you'd like to be a show sponsor or even just a segment sponsor, let us know via email or hit us up on social media! ----- We want you to continue to be around to listen to all of our episodes.  If you're struggling, please reach out to a friend, family member, co-worker, or mental health professional.  If you don't feel comfortable talking to someone you know, please use one of the below resources to talk to someone who wants you around just as much as we do.   Call or Text 988 to reach the Suicide and Crisis Lifeline Chat with someone at 988lifeline.org http://www.988lifeline.org ----- Our Intro, Outro, and most of the "within the episode" music was provided by Gnome Creative. Check out www.GnomeCreative.com for all your audio, video, and imagery needs! @gnome__creative on Instagram @TheGnarlyGnome on Twitter https://thegnarlygnome.com/support http://gnomecreative.com http://instagram.com/gnome__creative http://www.twitter.com/TheGnarlyGnome

It's beer and cheese week! Beer industry veteran, professional cheesemonger, and German language educator, Ericka Baird, joined us this week to talk about everything beer and cheese. We picked up a variety of cheeses, from... The post Episode 164: Pairing Beer and Cheese with Ericka Baird  appeared first on Grit & Grain Podcast.

This week we relive our festival, Love & Beer, muse about the idea of the CBC Awards, and dig a bit too deep in Dunderwasser.WATCH THIS WEEK'S VIDEO: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xmJo-tCM-0ASupport the showBrought to you by the team behind the Craft Beer Channel, The Bubble is a weekly podcast that gives you a way to wind down with your first beer of the weekend. Dig into craft beer, film and music culture as well as hearing what's going on in the wild world of Beer Tubing.BUY JONNY'S NEW BOOK! SIGNED COPIES: https://www.davids-bookshops.co.uk/products/the-meaning-of-beer-by-jonny-garrett-signed-pre-orderAMAZON: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Meaning-Beer-Jonny-Garrett/dp/1838959947/WATERSTONES: https://www.waterstones.com/book/the-meaning-of-beer/jonny-garrett/9781838959944SUPPORT US! Pledge on Patreon and get some cool merch & videos: https://www.patreon.com/craftbeerchannel Check out our awesome sponsor The Malt Miller: https://www.themaltmiller.co.uk/ Twitter – @beerchannelFacebook – http://www.facebook.com/thecraftbeerchannelInstagram – @craftbeerchannel

Amy Earnhardt and Dale Earnhardt Jr. are back from the beach for another episode of Bless Your ‘Hardt. One thing you need to know about the Earnhardt's is they love their pickles, so much so they flew up to Maryland just to buy a case from their favorite pickle place. They break down their day-trip that ended with a booger situation and a classic Dale Sr. story. Next, somebody decorated the carpet at the beach house, and everybody is a suspect. Plus, Dale reveals what Nicole told him about her future plans, and how Dale is itching to raise a little hell. Later, we tell some hilarious road trip stories presented by Bass Pro Shops, and fix your messy situations thanks to our friends at Hellmann's! Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

It's fresh hop season and Alex sources four of the best fresh hop beers from the heart of hop country: the Pacific Northwest. Beers from Fremont Brewing, Crux Fermentation Project, Little Beast Brewing, and Gigantic Brewing Company will face off to see who's got the dankest offering this fresh hop season. In the Beer News, Alex recaps the NA winners at GABF, another twist is added to Ballast Point's long, complicated history, Fair State stops being a co-op, and Tree House Brewing Company launches their Barrel Reserve Society and membership sells out immediately. To get involved with the  "Life" International Barleywine Collab, click the link for info about the recipe, BSG discount, and links to help raise awareness of colon cancer.  If you'd like to make a direct donation to help support Alex, head over to his GoFundMe.  For more info about colon cancer and to help support the fight against it check out the Colon Cancer Foundation.  Head to our Patreon for weekly exclusive content. Get the Malt Couture Officially Licensed T-shirt. Follow DontDrinkBeer on Instagram and Twitter.

Send us a textIn an age of AI, automation, and remote everything, it's easy to forget that business still runs on people. In this episode, Mike & Blaine dive into why relationships, trust, and genuine human connection are still the foundation of success—no matter how digital your business gets. We're talking about making business personal again: building trust through conversations (not clicks), showing up for your clients, and finding the fun in working with real people instead of screens. Whether you're leading a remote team, running a startup, or just trying to keep it human in a tech-driven world, this episode will remind you why relationships are still your biggest competitive advantage.Visit mikeandblaine.com to buy us a beer and join the conversation!#businessrelationships #trust #entrepreneurship #smallbusiness #leadership #humanconnection #remotework #networking #businessgrowth #mikeandblaineFeatured Beer: @SamuelAdams @irrationalbrewingMike: Samuel Adams “Summer Ale”Blaine: Irrational Brewing Company “Ethereal 20” New Zealand PilsnerWatch on YouTube: https://youtu.be/G4egLiVoEXgThanks to our Beer Sponsors: • Rachel Barnett from Gentle Frog: youtube.com/@GentleFrog • Karen Hairston from 3S Smart Consulting: 3ssmartconsulting.com• Larry Weinstein, the Cash Flow Cowboy in Houston Texas!• Neighbor Pat• DevinListen to all our episodes at mikeandblaine.comcashflowmike.comdryrun.comSupport the showCatch more episodes, see our sponsors and get in touch at https://mikeandblaine.com/

Peace in the Middle East? Donald Trump will get into heaven, but will he like what he sees? And the average Christian doesn't know how grace works. In this episode of Bros Bibles & Beer, the hosts delve into complex themes surrounding faith, love, forgiveness, and the nature of justice. They explore the cognitive dissonance experienced by individuals grappling with their beliefs, the pursuit of enemies in love, and the vagueness of love itself. The conversation also touches on cultural perspectives, the role of comments from listeners, and reflections on political issues and peace in the Middle East. Throughout, the hosts emphasize the importance of connection, grace, and understanding in navigating these challenging topics.   SUBSCRIBE & SHARE us this week!Contact Us: brosbiblesbeer@gmail.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Leave Us A VoicemailYouTubeSimpleCastSpotifyApple PodcastsFacebook ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠XInstaBros Bibles & Beer is: Jeff, Zack & Andy Find us wherever fine podcasts are distributed. Oh, and share us with a friend this week! Grace. Peace. Cheers! Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

John Wayne Gacy /// Part 1 Episode: 105www.TrueCrimeGarage.comJohn Wayne Gacy was liked by most who knew him. He was a sharp businessman who had spent his time building up his contracting company, hosting elaborate parties, and entertaining children at hospitals. People thought of him as a generous, friendly, and hard-working man. However, there was another side that few had ever witnessed... Or at least lived to tell about. For several years John Wayne Gacy viciously tortured, raped and murdered more than thirty young men, who would later be discovered in his home and in the local river. This is the story of a community leader who was called the most hated man in America. He also has earned the name "the killer clown".Beer of the week - MILF by Mother's Brewing CompanyGarage Grade - 4 and half bottle caps out of 5 Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

John Wayne Gacy /// Part 2Episode: 106www.TrueCrimeGarage.comJohn Wayne Gacy was liked by most who knew him. He was a sharp businessman who had spent his time building up his contracting company, hosting elaborate parties, and entertaining children at hospitals. People thought of him as a generous, friendly, and hard-working man. However, there was another side that few had ever witnessed... Or at least lived to tell about. For several years John Wayne Gacy viciously tortured, raped and murdered more than thirty young men, who would later be discovered in his home and in the local river. This is the story of a community leader who was called the most hated man in America. He also has earned the name "the killer clown".Beer of the week - MILF by Mother's Brewing CompanyGarage Grade - 4 and half bottle caps out of 5 Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

This week's episode is brought to you by ZBiotics. Go to https://zbiotics.com/RIFFRAFF and use RIFFRAFF at checkout for 15% off any first time orders of ZBiotics probiotics.Brent Cobb stops by the podcast to talk about having his music featured on the hit series 'Yellowstone' and 'Landman,' mentoring Luke Combs and the Red Clay Strays and watching them take off, a wild night at a Grammys after party, how his young son inspired him to release his rock record 'Ain't Rocked In A While,' how his incredibly talented cousin, producer Dave Cobb, produced his very first album, a story about how Tyler Childers once opened for him and much more.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.