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Alex and Stephen celebrate 300 episodes by cracking open tried and true old money staples and one not so old money beer. Beers from Brasserie de Blaugies, Uerige Obergärige Hausbrauerei, De Ranke, and Sierra Nevada will be put through the Power Rankings treatment. In the Beer News, Schramms Meadery released a batch of The Statement Reserve to help pay off their orchard loan, Sapporo gets in the NA and light beer game in the US, and AB-InBev gets caught doing gimmick infringement with the look of their latest hard tea product line. 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.

Get this whole, show FREE on Patreon! Click HERE for a 7-day free trialBen Glaze and EZ lean into fair-use laws to present a WEEKLY review of one of America's top radio shows. Heard all across the US on about 30 radio stations, The Free Beer and Hot Wings Show has grown steadily since it's inception in the late 1990's.In this FULL show on Patreon!Topics:*Ben Glaze features an amazing clip of Kelly Cheese that might be out of context.*Giving out candy for Halloween REALLY makes Hot Wings laugh.*Steve gives ALL the details about how he was a hero. Wait till you hear all the unnecessary details in this catastrophe.*For some unknown reason, Free Beer talked about how some lady doesn't like socks with grippy soles.*Steve was not paying attention.*Ben breaks down a Hot Wings Hot Take where he takes aim at sneakers.*Free Beer likes to "Flex his sport muscles."*Free Beer works tirelessly to virtue signal and tell everyone that he's doing his part to end hunger.Our Sponsors:* Check out Secret Nature and use my code ZANE for a great deal: https://secretnature.com* Check out Uncommon Goods: https://uncommongoods.com/zaneSupport this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/the-eric-zane-show-podcast/donationsAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

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We're back again with another massive episode. This week we welcome Dan Hooker back to the show as he prepares to face Arman Tsarukyan on November 23! We chat all about that fight, why he dislikes Arman and wants to remove his head, the viral 1 Minute Scraps, thoughts on JDM/Islam, Ilia Topuria and much much more. Get around The Hangman! We also recap the weekends action including the wild fight fixing betting scandal, and preview this weeks UFC Fight Night. Hit the download button and step into the cage. Presented by Compa Tequila! Use code FOOK10 for 10% off all orders at Engage.

In this final episode from Elk Horn, Iowa – the most Danish town in America – I visit the local cemetery, where history is literally carved in stone. Warren Whatson, the caretaker and local historian, shares stories about the early Danish settlers and how names and traditions changed over time. Then I meet Stan Jens, the big-bearded mayor of Elk Horn, who invites me for a beer in his Harley garage. Between motorcycles and laughter, we talk about preserving Danish culture, small-town pride, and community spirit. It's a perfect ending to my time in "Dane Country." See pictures and read more on https://www.theradiovagabond.com/339-elk-horn-iowa/

Send Me a Message! This episode looks at what happens when perfectionism gets in the way of creating anything at all. Over the past month, I've been stuck in the repetitive obsessive-cycle of record, doubt, delete, repeat. Each recording felt...off. And my inner critic made sure I knew about it.I talk through what it feels like, the hesitation before pressing record, the pressure to get it exactly right, and how easily the delete button stalled any progress I was making. Thankfully I am able to share the small shifts that enabled me to get this one across the line. Recording in a different space, lowering my expectations, and letting the stumbles stay in. After all, this is the most honest, real, vulnerable, raw, genuine and fair dinkum podcast on the internet. It doesn't need to be polished and "perfect"! Support the showYou can follow me on Instagram: @elliot.t.waters, and the show on Facebook!

“He kissed me and threw me down the cubby hole”-'Spaceplex' is 9 year old Katie Beers' favorite spot, before she's abducted at that same location in December 1992, just before her birthday. For 17 days, the investigators dig into the family's lies, each more suspicious than the next, hoping to find the lost girl. Katie is trapped in the wall, but she still has her wits, which will eventually lead to justice against her kidnappers.

On today's poddy, we go full leaguey. Follow The Big Show on Instagram Subscribe to the podcast now on iHeartRadio, YouTube, or wherever you get your podcasts!Featuring Jason Hoyte, Mike Minogue, and Keyzie, "The Big Show" drive you home weekdays from 4pm on Radio Hauraki.Providing a hilarious escape from reality for those ‘backbone’ New Zealanders with plenty of laughs and out-the-gate yarns.Download the full podcast here:iHeartRadioAppleSpotifySee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

What if all the sensory knowledge and factual observation in your life tell you a problem is impossible to solve, but a deeper revelation could instantly show you the truth that sets you free? Pastor Dennis begins this message in an intriguing way, by using a physical puzzle to demonstrate how sensory knowledge can limit understanding, while revelation provides the insight necessary to solve the problem easily. He goes on to explain that faith is a revelation of the truth that changes how you live your life.  And this is illustrated in the Scriptural accounts of the healing of the demon-possessed boy (Mark 9:14-29) and Peter walking on water (Matthew 14:22-33).  Finally, in this message, Pastor Dennis shows us three sources of revelation—the Spirit of God, the Word of God, and God-given life experiences—and encourages us to seek deeper revelation to live the abundant life promised by Christ.  

Agradece a este podcast tantas horas de entretenimiento y disfruta de episodios exclusivos como éste. ¡Apóyale en iVoox! Acceso anticipado para Fans - EN EL HÖRNS ÜP ROCK BLUES & BEERS NOS VISITAN: Randy Lee Riviere – Downtown Stray Cats - Stampede Brave Rival - Let Me Rock 'n' Roll Silveroller - Trouble Follows Me (Live) DISCOS HERRADOS A FUEGO por David García (ofrecido por EMP): Wucan – AXIOMS Pipe Dreams Wicked, Sick And Twisted MKO - Never Enough Sunflower Bean - Champagne Taste Kadavar - Explosions In the Sky The Southern River Band - No Such Time ROCK BLUES & BEERS ON FIRE (ofrecido por Electric Drinks): Orianthi (ft. Joe Bonamassa) - First Time Blues RESPOKEN de Orianthi – SOME KIND OF FEELING por David García Orianthi - Dark Days Are Gone Dion (ft. Eric Clapton) - If You Wanna Rock 'n' Roll The Lunar Effect - Five and Two Robert Jon & The Wreck - Back To The Beginning Again Abby Hamilton - Fried Green Tomatoes Playlist HORNS UP SEMANAL (Más de 5.600 canciones) https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0vJgw1Zc6Upx6JO4jCcsIQ?si=0c307bfc958a4b66 Este icono Portada del programa para #AustenStarr Síguenos en: #hornsuppodcast https://hornsup.es Canal de Whatsapp: https://whatsapp.com/channel/0029VaFJWCQJJhzZzHtuYs0i Instagram: @hornsuppodcast Twitter: @HornsUp2020 YouTube: SUSCRÍBETE !!! https://www.youtube.com/@hornsuppodcastspain Puedes ayudar a Horns Up como nuestros "Fans": Ander, Ricardo, Eric, Charly, Mau, Raspu, Óscar, Pedro, Juankar, Carolina, Moy A.M., Iñaki, Carlos Blasco, Valentín, Baal, José Manuel Ruiz, David García, Rick Bass Baker, Fran, Fonchi, Moy Lora, Carlos Makina, Jesús Jiménez, Esther "Impala" Miguelón, Jorge, Pablo, Pere, Xauxa666 y Una vida de cine, Alberto Chabrán y Anónimo 1. APOYA AL PROGRAMA EN ESTE ENLACE: https://www.ivoox.com/support/835002 #RandyLeeRiviere #StrayCats #BraveRival #Silveroller #Wucan #DanyKnowles #SunflowerBean #kadavar #TheSouthernRiverBand #JoeBonamassa #Orianthi #Dion #TheLunarEffect #RobertJonandtheWreck #AbbyhamiltonEscucha este episodio completo y accede a todo el contenido exclusivo de HÖRNS ÜP. Descubre antes que nadie los nuevos episodios, y participa en la comunidad exclusiva de oyentes en https://go.ivoox.com/sq/835002

Agradece a este podcast tantas horas de entretenimiento y disfruta de episodios exclusivos como éste. ¡Apóyale en iVoox! Acceso anticipado para Fans - EN EL HÖRNS ÜP ROCK BLUES & BEERS NOS VISITAN: Randy Lee Riviere – Downtown Stray Cats - Stampede Brave Rival - Let Me Rock 'n' Roll Silveroller - Trouble Follows Me (Live) DISCOS HERRADOS A FUEGO por David García (ofrecido por EMP): Wucan – AXIOMS Pipe Dreams Wicked, Sick And Twisted MKO - Never Enough Sunflower Bean - Champagne Taste Kadavar - Explosions In the Sky The Southern River Band - No Such Time ROCK BLUES & BEERS ON FIRE (ofrecido por Electric Drinks): Orianthi (ft. Joe Bonamassa) - First Time Blues RESPOKEN de Orianthi – SOME KIND OF FEELING por David García Orianthi - Dark Days Are Gone Dion (ft. Eric Clapton) - If You Wanna Rock 'n' Roll The Lunar Effect - Five and Two Robert Jon & The Wreck - Back To The Beginning Again Abby Hamilton - Fried Green Tomatoes Playlist HORNS UP SEMANAL (Más de 5.600 canciones) https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0vJgw1Zc6Upx6JO4jCcsIQ?si=0c307bfc958a4b66 Este icono Portada del programa para #AustenStarr Síguenos en: #hornsuppodcast https://hornsup.es Canal de Whatsapp: https://whatsapp.com/channel/0029VaFJWCQJJhzZzHtuYs0i Instagram: @hornsuppodcast Twitter: @HornsUp2020 YouTube: SUSCRÍBETE !!! https://www.youtube.com/@hornsuppodcastspain Puedes ayudar a Horns Up como nuestros "Fans": Ander, Ricardo, Eric, Charly, Mau, Raspu, Óscar, Pedro, Juankar, Carolina, Moy A.M., Iñaki, Carlos Blasco, Valentín, Baal, José Manuel Ruiz, David García, Rick Bass Baker, Fran, Fonchi, Moy Lora, Carlos Makina, Jesús Jiménez, Esther "Impala" Miguelón, Jorge, Pablo, Pere, Xauxa666 y Una vida de cine, Alberto Chabrán y Anónimo 1. APOYA AL PROGRAMA EN ESTE ENLACE: https://www.ivoox.com/support/835002 #RandyLeeRiviere #StrayCats #BraveRival #Silveroller #Wucan #DanyKnowles #SunflowerBean #kadavar #TheSouthernRiverBand #JoeBonamassa #Orianthi #Dion #TheLunarEffect #RobertJonandtheWreck #AbbyhamiltonEscucha este episodio completo y accede a todo el contenido exclusivo de HÖRNS ÜP. Descubre antes que nadie los nuevos episodios, y participa en la comunidad exclusiva de oyentes en https://go.ivoox.com/sq/835002

Excellent to have you here, checking out our beer show. You are encouraged to listen for things like: Are we living in the 'simple beer' era? Beers above $100? Who won the National Stein Holder competition? Listeners connect from across the country. A check-in from Harpoon Brewing? Beer finds at Grocery Outlet. Scotty B is entering a beer competition. Memories of Alpine Brewing. Patio Season is almost over. And more! Thank you for listening! Downloadable: PerfectPour635.mp3 (Some cussing is involved) 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.  

Spencer and Grant killed this last week. They dive into their hunts! What is "What's On Tap" Beers 'n' Bucks edition?"What's On Tap" are short deep dives on topics that may or may not get covered during Beers 'n' Bucks monthly podcast. These short episodes are great for your short drives to and from work! Have questions? Reach out to us on our socials!Join the DOMAIN NATION! https://www.facebook.com/groups/237376515984184Be catch full episodes of Beers N Bucks check it out wherever you listen to podcasts.https://beersnbucksporcast.buzzsprout.com/

Get this whole, show FREE on Patreon! Click HERE for a 7-day free trialBen Glaze and EZ lean into fair-use laws to present a WEEKLY review of one of America's top radio shows. Heard all across the US on about 30 radio stations, The Free Beer and Hot Wings Show has grown steadily since it's inception in the late 1990's.In this FULL show on Patreon!Topics:*Ben Glaze features a moment where Free Beer completes a sentence in what seems to be a new language.*Hot Wings Hot Take: Long Pants*Steve embarrasses himself when he drops a "factoid" about the game of baseball.*Ben Glaze adds another clip to his growing supercut of Steve making sexy noises.*Maitland thinks it's normal for skyscrapers to be over two miles tall.*Greg reveals that they HAVE to play soundbites from the prep service. No exceptions.*Another Hot Wings Hot Take leads to a bizarre, awkward moment.*EZ exposes the gang's absurd, uninformed thoughts on health insurance.Our Sponsors:* Check out Secret Nature and use my code ZANE for a great deal: https://secretnature.com* Check out Uncommon Goods: https://uncommongoods.com/zaneSupport this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/the-eric-zane-show-podcast/donationsAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

This week Chris chats with newly crowned NASCAR Whelen Modified Tour champion Austin Beers. We then Welcome Isabella Robusto to the show to preview this weekend's ARCA West action in Phoenix.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

What happens when one of our heroes finally has 13 Beers at the Local Cheese?   Gain access to an exclusive campaign, Shroud Over Saltmarsh, over on Patreon: https://legendsofavantris.com/patreon The Crooked Moon, a folk horror supplement for 5e, is available for preorder! Get the Crooked Moon at: https://thecrookedmoon.com/ Watch more D&D adventures in the world of Avantris live on Twitch: https://www.twitch.tv/legendsofavantris Check out our merch store: https://shop.legendsofavantris.com  Join our community on Discord: https://legendsofavantris.com/discord Watch our many campaigns on YouTube: https://legendsofavantris.com/youtube  All other links: https://linktr.ee/legendsofavantris   Watch the full episode here: https://youtu.be/H9jnCfNF2D0?si=naydAeLtJZzEjCyn

Josh is joined by Slade from Driveway Beers Studios (and eventually Luis, too,) to discuss the newly released Chainsaw Man - The Movie: Reze Arc. The next chapter in the Chainsaw Man anime, as previously discussed on the pod. Disclaimer - Harsh editing (0:00) Intro/Welcome back, Slade (1:04) Previously on Talking SMAC... (4:59) Chainsaw Man - The Movie thoughts and spoilers (6:24) MAPPA doesn't miss (16:50) Slade gets the Big D (19:51) Does Josh remember the [spoiler]? (23:36) What's the deal with Miss Makima?! (27:52) What does Reze bring to the Chainsaw Man table? (31:16) Josh embarrasses himself again (36:59) Josh's standout moments (41:01) How would Josh recommend Chainsaw Man - The Movie to people? (43:11) Slade needs to know Josh's thoughts on My Dress Up Darling season 2 (53:54) Slade would like to know Josh's feelings on Frieren: Beyond Journey's End and The Apothecary Diaries (58:37) Slade challenges Josh to watch My Hero Academia (1:03:52) Josh is surprised Slade doesn't like a popular anime (1:06:56) **Luis enters the chat (1:10:30) Slade and Luis fight (1:11:54) Did Luis have any foreknowledge into Chainsaw Man - The Movie? (1:12:35) Chainsaw Man pt 2 of the Manga gets confusing (1:17:05) Luis and Slade reconnect over the score for Chainsaw Man - The Movie (1:23:20) Luis surprised at the Chainsaw Man timeline (1:29:35) Josh gives kudos to the Anime Boys; Luis & Slade (1:34:00) Luis's prediction for Miss Makima (1:37:57) Goodbyes and social media plugs (1:43:47) Don't forget to join our Discord and check out our merch store!

Wings, Beers, and Tears Episode 191

1st hour of the G-Bag Nation: Show Open; GBAG of the DAY Champ Replay; Woolly Bully's Top 10: Beers; College Football Day Party full 2508 Tue, 28 Oct 2025 00:24:28 +0000 o9WW7RSzGM0iL1QVUVeZGAVKzSvKVrwF sports GBag Nation sports 1st hour of the G-Bag Nation: Show Open; GBAG of the DAY Champ Replay; Woolly Bully's Top 10: Beers; College Football Day Party The G-Bag Nation - Weekdays 10am-3pm 2024 © 2021 Audacy, Inc. Sports F

Episode 71 of News Man Weekly is a sweet one. Carl, Zac and Hayden kick things off with banter about the weekend and the result of a Packers / Steelers bet between Hayden and Carl. Then, a rundown of the week’s top local stories, including Richland County’s $1.7 million property tax relief decision, a new federal grant adding officers to the Mansfield Police Department and the triumphant return of community legend Doc Stumbo for his annual Make A Difference Day food drive. Chris Beers, founder and owner of Grandpa Joe’s Candy Shop, joins the show to talk about the newest Grandpa Joe's location in downtown Mansfield’s historic Caldwell & Bloor building. He talks about turning childhood nostalgia into a thriving multi-state business, the magic of Willy Wonka and how Grandpa Joe’s became far more than a candy store. The conversation covers everything from the store’s signature 4:05 p.m. opening time to Moon Pies, Yoo-hoos and even a surprise giant-duck marketing stunt in his Pennsylvania hometown. Thanks to Relax, It's Just Coffee for supporting the News Man Weekly. Head over to Relax to check out their fall drink menu. Related links: ‘Orange Cone Fest’ draws crowds to downtown Mansfield on Sunday Richland County commissioners approve $1.7 million in property tax relief Mansfield to add 4 new police officers with $1.3 million federal COPS grant ‘I thought I was gone. But I am back:’ Doc Stumbo returns to lead annual food drive Intro song credit: Smoke And Drink, by Luke Watson. Be a Source Member for unlimited access to local, independent journalism.Support the show: https://richlandsource.com/membersSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Pastor Gary Lamb concludes the Beers with Jesus series by providing some answers to the question: why do most Christians suck?

⁠PLANE & BEER HATS HERE⁠⁠ SPORT: KIF head to a Sea Shanties night! Giorgio stitches up Harry & Josh with their very own special performances. Josh confronts his arch nemesis on the basketball court. TALKBACK!!! Beers, planes, and SHOULDS. Nuffies - Airlines, Marketplace nudes, Darts gone WOKE! F1 - Is Maclaren ACTUALLY sabotaging Piastri's car? Basketball - NBA betting scandal leads to multiple arrests.

Fresh off a NWMT championship at Martinsville this past Thursday Night our good pal Austin Beers stops by to talk about his season, how he ended up champion, and how he ended up wearing an entire Michelob Ultra. We also talk the rest of the Martinsville happenings, we talk 2026 schedules, we talk disqualifications, and we pick champions for next weekend at Phoenix. Support the show

10-27 Dirty Work Hour 1: Does flat loss affect the way you see 49ers? Cheers, Jeers and beers plus Kyle Shanahan's teleconference with mediaSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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In this special Ask Mistress Alisa segment, I sit down with a listener who wants to know how to spark his wife's interest in a Female-Led Relationship (FLR). What unfolds is an honest and eye-opening conversation about where many men go wrong when trying to introduce FLRs into their own relationship spaces.I explore the subtle but crucial difference between true submission and kink-driven control, shedding light on why a man manipulating a woman with the ultimate goal being kinks and fetishes only pushes her away. In this episode with "Beers," I help him to understand more about the art of inviting his wife into an authentic connection with him - which ultimately is the best way to inspire real passion in a woman. I help "Beers" to unpack what it really means to build an FLR with a woman that is rooted in trust, communication, and emotional alignment—not selfishness and manipulation.--www.AlisaCoaches.com

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

Can AI make our beer better?AI is everywhere these days, and now it's coming for our beer. Is that a good thing? AI research was used to optimize beer fermentation and reduce the time to get to a finished beer, supposedly with the same quality. I don't trust it, but I'm open to tasting the results.In keeping with tradition when Sam Adams Utopias releases every news outlet mentioning it has to include the fact that it's "illegal in 15 states." We know, we know. This year's version hit a milestone, clocking in at 30%. Are you going to try it?More beer science suggest that both regular beer and NA beer improve our guy biome. I'm all for gut health and bringing beer to a health routine sounds good to me.A Canadian airline is offering free beer on flights. Air Canada is making the "generous" offer to it's passengers. The catch, they're also implementing a $35 carry-on baggage fee. You'll pay for your beer one way or another.In other news Main Beer Co's Dan Kleban is ending his running for Senate, Molson Coors is cutting jobs, and Godzilla-themed PBR cans are coming. Rawr.Thanks for listening to Beer Guys Radio! Your hosts are Tim Dennis and Brian Hewitt with producer Nate "Mo' Mic Nate" Ellingson and occasional appearances from Becky Smalls.Subscribe to Beer Guys Radio on your favorite app: Apple Podcasts | Google Podcasts | Spotify | Stitcher | RSSFollow Beer Guys Radio: Facebook | Instagram | Twitter | YouTube If you enjoy the show we'd appreciate your support on Patreon. Patrons get cool perks like early, commercial-free episodes, swag, access to our exclusive Discord server, and more!

Pastor Gary Lamb provides some answers to the question: what happens when we die?

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.

Get this whole, show FREE on Patreon! Click HERE for a 7-day free trialBen Glaze and EZ lean into fair-use laws to present a WEEKLY review of one of America's top radio shows. Heard all across the US on about 30 radio stations, The Free Beer and Hot Wings Show has grown steadily since it's inception in the late 1990's.In this FULL show on Patreon!*The gang had an in-depth conversation about lawn mowing and the importance of straight lines.*Ben and EZ speculate about Hot Wings crutch of "mmm hmm."*Hot Wings Hot Take: "I like chicken parmesan." Other members of the crew announce foods they like.*The "Free Beer and Delicious Audio Report" features a "who cares clip" about something nobody cares about.*Ben Glaze updated the "supercut" of Steve making weird noises when he thinks something is sexy.*The "Steve Echo Effect" is back.*EZ updates the "Kelly Cheese weird mouth noises supercut."*Hot Wings cracks up laughing at nothing.*Free Beer's brain defies him. Forgets simple word; replaces with wrong word.*Disney movies are spooky.Our Sponsors:* Check out Secret Nature and use my code ZANE for a great deal: https://secretnature.com* Check out Uncommon Goods: https://uncommongoods.com/zaneSupport this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/the-eric-zane-show-podcast/donationsAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

In this jaw-dropping, side-splitting, heart-opening continuation with the fabulous Rachel McCord, the coffee is hot and the chaos is haute couture.

Andy is confronted by his past, and it tries to send him to the graveyard...   Gain access to an exclusive campaign, Shroud Over Saltmarsh, over on Patreon: https://legendsofavantris.com/patreon The Crooked Moon, a folk horror supplement for 5e, is available for preorder! Get the Crooked Moon at: https://thecrookedmoon.com/ Watch more D&D adventures in the world of Avantris live on Twitch: https://www.twitch.tv/legendsofavantris Check out our merch store: https://shop.legendsofavantris.com  Join our community on Discord: https://legendsofavantris.com/discord Watch our many campaigns on YouTube: https://legendsofavantris.com/youtube  All other links: https://linktr.ee/legendsofavantris   Watch the full episode here: https://youtu.be/q6LOxyDV2ag?si=NQ64KuV3833jttmg

Since May 2017, Ivanhoe Park Brewing Co. has been making beers in the city they readily and openly celebrate--Orlando. In that time, they've grown their regional footprint and their brewing space with the opening of the Ivanhoe Park Lager House last year, located close to Camping World Stadium.  All of that is headed up by Co-founder Glenn Closson. We spoke to Glenn about leaving Southern CA to brew in Orlando, supporting and being supported by Ivanhoe Village and OBT Next, and how you can own your own special part of the business.   Find us on Social Media @FloridaBeerBlog on Instagram, Threads, X, and Bluesky, @FLBeerBlog on Facebook, and visit us on the web at FloridaBeerBlog.com and FloridaBeerPodcast.com. Please subscribe, like us, and give us a healthy 5-star review, every little bit helps! The Florida Beer Podcast is a proud member of the Florida Podcast Network, an exciting collection of podcasts highlighting the best of the Sunshine State. Visit us today at FloridaPodcastNetwork.com.  Host & Editor: David Butler of the Florida Beer Blog Executive Producer: Jaime (“Jemmy”) Legagneur, Chief Enthusiasm Officer Field Producer/Photographer: Steve Pekala Guest: Glenn Closson, Ivanhoe Park Brewing Co. Today's episode is sponsored by: New Beginning Micro. PROMO CODE: FLBeer1000 to get your Florida Beer discount! It will earn you: $250 off of New Beginning Micro services up to $2,000 in value and a discount of $1,000 for New Beginning Micro services above that in value. Thank you, New Beginning Micro! Equipment Sponsor: Mainline Marketing | Featured Product: Shure MV7 | Full MV7 Podcast Mic Bundle with Boom Arm and Headphones Interested in becoming FBP's next Title Sponsor? Contact FPN today! Opening Voice Over Courtesy of: Jeff Brozovich Follow Florida Beer Blog on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. Additional Support Provided by: Florida Podcast Network =========== FPN:  Check out the other shows on the Florida Podcast Network

Since May 2017, Ivanhoe Park Brewing Co. has been making beers in the city they readily and openly celebrate--Orlando. In that time, they've grown their regional footprint and their brewing space with the opening of the Ivanhoe Park Lager House last year, located close to Camping World Stadium.  All of that is headed up by Co-founder Glenn Closson. We spoke to Glenn about leaving Southern CA to brew in Orlando, supporting and being supported by Ivanhoe Village and OBT Next, and how you can own your own special part of the business.   Find us on Social Media @FloridaBeerBlog on Instagram, Threads, X, and Bluesky, @FLBeerBlog on Facebook, and visit us on the web at FloridaBeerBlog.com and FloridaBeerPodcast.com. Please subscribe, like us, and give us a healthy 5-star review, every little bit helps! The Florida Beer Podcast is a proud member of the Florida Podcast Network, an exciting collection of podcasts highlighting the best of the Sunshine State. Visit us today at FloridaPodcastNetwork.com.  Host & Editor: David Butler of the Florida Beer Blog Executive Producer: Jaime (“Jemmy”) Legagneur, Chief Enthusiasm Officer Field Producer/Photographer: Steve Pekala Guest: Glenn Closson, Ivanhoe Park Brewing Co. Today's episode is sponsored by: New Beginning Micro. PROMO CODE: FLBeer1000 to get your Florida Beer discount! It will earn you: $250 off of New Beginning Micro services up to $2,000 in value and a discount of $1,000 for New Beginning Micro services above that in value. Thank you, New Beginning Micro! Equipment Sponsor: Mainline Marketing | Featured Product: Shure MV7 | Full MV7 Podcast Mic Bundle with Boom Arm and Headphones Interested in becoming FBP's next Title Sponsor? Contact FPN today! Opening Voice Over Courtesy of: Jeff Brozovich Follow Florida Beer Blog on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. Additional Support Provided by: Florida Podcast Network =========== FPN:  Check out the other shows on the Florida Podcast Network

Crazy Weather, Aussie Names, Halloween, Lost In Translation, Facetime with Mum, Australia's Broken 100, What Are The Odds and The Timewaster!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Well Well Well... Tim wasn't feeling the best and Mike was out traveling... So the boys took it over. Jake and Spencer hosted while Sam ran the show on the computer and the peanut gallery, JJ and Mitch. We launched FIVE new apparel items. Make sure to check them out! The boys are heading to KY for their RutCation and we should have PLENTY of stories when they get back! Join the DOMAIN NATION! https://www.facebook.com/groups/237376515984184Be catch full episodes of Beers N Bucks check it out wherever you listen to podcasts.https://beersnbucksporcast.buzzsprout.com/www.domainoutdoor.com

Episode 140: Beers, Buds & Behind the Mic

Luke and Andrew weigh-in on a listener's list of “Top Five Beer Situations.” Plus, Andrew has an update on Operation Dog Sitter, and they discuss the current situation the  Seattle Mariners find themselves in.

Another day, another comic book episode of 20 Years, 4 Beers! As we continue this mid-season theme, we pivot to a much grittier graphic novel adaptation and cover 2005's "Sin City." This one was hard to find a clip for, I will admit, but that doesn't stop us from enjoying the rewatch, and some new beers to go with it.Add in some fun trivia, and a lot of laughs, and you have another fantastic addition to the 20/4 lineup.Thanks for your support, and find us at 20years4beers.com for more!Support the show

Pastor Gary Lamb tackles the question: why do bad things happen to good people?

Wings, Beers, and Tears Episode 190

Get this whole, show FREE on Patreon! Click HERE for a 7-day free trialBen Glaze and EZ lean into fair-use laws to present a WEEKLY review of one of America's top radio shows. Heard all across the US on about 30 radio stations, The Free Beer and Hot Wings Show has grown steadily since it's inception in the late 1990's.In this FULL show on Patreon!*Maitland was featured in a number of Ben Glaze review clips that feature convos about hot dog rollers, doing crafts, Buc-eees and French bread.*EZ and Ben are convinced that Maitland is actually a 14 year-old girl.*The gang breaks down crockpots.*EZ floats the idea that convos about crockpots are all a big troll by the crew.*The subject matter on The FBHW show is so dull that none of the show members pay attention to each other.*Free Beer takes a story about a cat being found into a statement about America.*Some pointless Tiktok videos are broken down.Our Sponsors:* Check out Secret Nature and use my code ZANE for a great deal: https://secretnature.comSupport this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/the-eric-zane-show-podcast/donationsAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

Frank and Tim return with TRON: Legacy, the latest in their ongoing series "Let Me Tell You Why It's Wonderful." Some surprising developments pop up, and you won't want to miss them. Beers of the Week Samuel Adams Harvest Hefe

Follow Us On A Journey Where Our Man Lew Tries To Conquer The 9-9-9 Challenge.. 9 Beers, 9 Dogs, Before 9am.  Laugh With Us As He Gets Drunker, Fuller, Offends Italians & Finds Joy In A Celebrity's Death.  Plus: DUGY Lines & Circle Times

Japanese rice lagers are having a moment in the beer industry right now. It feels like nowadays everyone is brewing one and they've become a popular part of the golden lager trend. But what goes into making them and what unique ways are people exploring to bring this style to the next level? We've also been told that rice is just a cheap adjunct that adds no flavor of consequence but new research suggests that rice is more than it seems. On this episode of the All About Beer podcast, we talk to a brewery owner about new ways to brew Japanese rice lager (foeders?!) and a food scientist who gives us the new facts on rice flavor. This Episode is Sponsored by:Sierra Nevada Brewing Co.Sierra Nevada Brewing Company, where trailblazing runs in the family. From crafting a movement with their iconic Pale Ale, to taking the IPA haze craze nationwide with Hazy Little Thing – it's an adventurous spirit you can taste in every sip. Find your next favorite beer wherever fine beverages are sold. With new brews for every season, there's always something to discover. Sierra Nevada Brewing Company. Still Family-Owned, Operated & Argued Over.Hosts:  Em Sauter and Don TseGuests: Sean Buchan and Scott LafontaineSponsors: Sierra Nevada Brewing Co., All About BeerTags: Rice Lager, Brewing, Flavor, ProcessPhoto: John HollThe following music was used for this media project:Music: Awesome Call by Kevin MacLeodFree download: https://filmmusic.io/song/3399-awesome-callLicense (CC BY 4.0): https://filmmusic.io/standard-licenseArtist website: https://incompetech.com ★ Support this podcast on Patreon ★

What does one thing have to do with another? Well, when it comes to "That's Not What Mom Said," absolutely nothing! Amy and Tim sit down for another episode of "Friday on Tap" or "Beers and Banter" and wind up talking about October weather and remembering the 1991 Halloween Snowstorm that hit the Twin Cities. From there the conversation winds to corporate benefits and pensions — where have they gone, you almost need a magnifying lens to see them anymore. And what the hell is a "Clinker" and how is it derogatory?

Get this whole, show FREE on Patreon! Click HERE for a 7-day free trialBen Glaze and EZ lean into fair-use laws to present a WEEKLY review of one of America's top radio shows. Heard all across the US on about 30 radio stations, The Free Beer and Hot Wings Show has grown steadily since it's inception in the late 1990's.In this FULL show on Patreon!*Add another entry to the "Steve Echo Effect" supercut!*Hot Wings Hot Take on Costco microwave popcorn is analyzed*"Gay Talker Tommy" annoys everyone.*The segment, "What are the biggest workplace butthole moves" turns into a deep dive on paper plate usage.*Steve updates the gang on model train building in the Steve household.*Maitland is exited by cooler temps. Thus, the audience must hear that she changed out her closet for Fall. The rest of the show feigns interest during this drivel.*Incoming Free Beer sulk fest...Gregg departs for a portion of a show. Kelly makes it clear that it's more fun when he's not there.*The crew talks about bread.Our Sponsors:* Check out Secret Nature and use my code ZANE for a great deal: https://secretnature.comSupport this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/the-eric-zane-show-podcast/donationsAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

Wake Up Barstool's T-Bob joins the show before a huge weekend in college football and after he literally ate a football. T-Bob gives us the proper length for a road trip (unless the destination is Disney World) and tells us why Indiana might be for real. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices