Podcasts about boone's farm

As we get ready to turn the page on the New Year, there is no better way to end 2024 than to put together a kick ass playlist from the 1990's that you can jam out to at all your New Year's Eve parties. A great 90's playlist should balance nostalgia, energy and variety that will keep a party atmosphere lively and engaging. Putting together a playlist this important can be daunting, but Dave and Rob will attempt their best to help you ring in 2025. When crafting a great list of songs you'll need Party Starters, Sing-Alongs, Dance Floor Fillers, Hip Hop R&B Hits, Rock Anthems and perhaps midnight countdown songs. By mixing genres and tempos, you'll keep everyone on their feet and enjoying the night. So grab some Boones Farm, flip over to Dick Clark and let's all watch the ball drop together back in one of the best decades, the 1990's.    Pandora: https://pandora.app.link/iq8iShjXOLb   Apple: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/totally-80s-and-90s-recall/id1662282694    Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/11dk5TUoLUk4euD1Te1EYG?si=b37496eb6e784408    Amazon Music: https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/1960c8f9-158d-43ac-89a6-d868ea1fe077/totally-80s-and-90s-recall    YouTube Podcasts: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLH9lGakNgCDZUkkHMUu88uXYMJu_33Rab&si=xo0EEVJRSwS68mWZ   Playlists:   Spotify:    Apple:    Amazon: https://music.amazon.com/user-playlists/551aeb91c16c4887bc96f4205c2003a7sune?marketplaceId=ATVPDKIKX0DER&musicTerritory=US&ref=dm_sh_WwFvKej5sWtFcBwUILOMeFBJo   Contact Us: Website: https://totally80s90srecall.podbean.com/  Email: 80s90srecall@gmail.com LinkTree:https://linktr.ee/80s90srecall 

Send us a textRob and I have Dawson in studio to discuss getting sober in the 80's.. His stories give us strength & hope.. He also tells us about who created Boones Farms Wine. Thank You for Joining Us.. Please share with friends. If you or anyone you know is struggling with alcoholism please reach out to us. We can get you help. recoveryunfilteredpodcast@gmail.com

This week I am joined by comedian Danny Suggs. We talk about him growing up in Virginia, what its like having an identical twin brother, getting into standup, and how he became a personal trainer.Fun EX Drinking Buddy stories this week, Danny talks about the times he got in trouble as a kid, partying in college, his Boones Farm stage, and trying weed.Follow Danny on InstagramFind everything for my through the LINKTREE

Whether you're a Beer Connoisseur ... .an appreciator of Fine Wines ... .maybe Martinis are your jam or you're a Seltzer Girl through and through….let's chat about how you can find Balance over Perfection and still enjoy a refreshing summer drink!Support the Show.Sign up for the Authentic Wellness newsletter for more great information! It's a great resource for healthy hormone balancing recipes, upcoming events, and ways you can create that healthy lifestyle you want! As a nice bonus- I'll send you an awesome freebie for joining my community for fun! Sign up here: https://mailchi.mp/7064d6faef34/this-is-me-at-50Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authenticwellness.net/Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/authenticwellnesscoach/Website: https://www.authenticwellness.net/music courtesy of pixabay.comhttps://pixabay.com/users/redproductions-970568/DisclaimersInformation in this podcast is not intended to diagnose, treat or cure disease, condition or other physical or mental ailment of the human body. The Coach is not acting in the capacity of a doctor, psychologist or other licensed or registered professional, and that any advice given is not meant to take the place of advice from those professionals. If the Client is under the care of a health care professional or currently uses prescription medications, the Client should discuss any dietary changes o...

Holmberg's Morning Sickness - Friday June 9, 2023 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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Comedian and recent transplant to Portland Oregon Colin Mattox joins Bjorn RG and Paul Heinrich in the studio to chat about his failed podcast the popcorn farmers, date night movies, GQ Colin Mattox, riding the trains in Portland, Iowa Comedy scene, Schroom shops, Guiness beer, Gluten free beer, stan smith sneakers, Mad Dog 20/20 vs Boones Farm, as well as his Thursday Chelsea Boots. New episodes every Wednesday!

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Hello my little belly buttons and welcome to the Better Each Day podcast with me, Bruce Hilliard, the best looking face you'll ever hear. This is the podcast where musicians talk about their music and backstories. But due to the influx of comments and suggestions for more tales with tunes and not so many interviews with top notch celebrity rock stars, here's a story about the 60s and 70s dance scene in small town America, Aberdeen and Hoquiam Washington. But this could be anywhere there are boys, girls and rock'n'roll. It started with lame school dances, followed by the necktie ones where the girl asks the boy and without warning she does something weird with her hair and you're forced to have your picture taken with them. There I was, in the prime of my teenage hormonal train wreck, checking out the girls' bums…I was known in medical circles as the gluteus to their maximus. Now, this coming from a dude that was too shy to ask anyone to dance. I used to go to these events solely to see the band. We all were heading into those formative teenage years and joining the rest of the teenage “cloud”...teenage cloud, the place where knowledge and pertinent information is stored, in the teenage brain. The brain, according to modern science, through magnetic resonance imaging, has determined that it won't be fully functional until the little zit factories are 25. So, it turns out that most people get married before their brains are fully developed…makes sense. According to what I've read, after the dramatic growth spurts of your childhood and teenage years, by the age of 25 your brain has hit peak performance. So there you are, surrounded by hundreds of young girls with 86 billion neurons telling you “let us dance like children of the night.” The brain uses over 20% of a human's caloric intake per day. That part we had covered with the calories of about a half triple cheeseburger. Not a challenge for a teen. For some reason, at that age it's not only okay among peers to be socially awkward but drunk and or stoned was not uncommon at parties or dances. In fact worthy of weird respect. One of my formal tolo “girls ask boy” dates was Bumajean Scleavage, she put the “ugh” in ugly. She was so ugly she had, and this was something we said in high school, marks on her body from people touching her with ten foot poles. She was so ugly her mother had to breastfeed her through straw. Bumajean and I dropped a party before the dance, well a quick get together at one of her buddy's up in Bel Air aka snob hill. We weren't there for more than 20 minutes when we headed across town in my mom's yellow submarine mobile to the dance. In true fashion, we never danced but not because of me. She spewed in my mom's car. On the floor, down the door inside and down the window, and of course all over her. It appeared to be a vintage Boones Farm or Annie Green Springs fortified wine. Her formal doo was smashed up, her masquara was bordering racoon. Once I got used to the smell I asked her “Well, Buma. Should we get our picture taken now? I found this paragraph on a website called http://pnwbands.com/ (Pacific Northwest Bands). It says: I was about 16. I had just played at the Harborena with my high school band.  I was driving my girlfriend's Mustang and I backed into the brown Ford LTD Hoquiam Police car parked in front. Being young and dumb and I think somewhat high, I drove away at a brisk rate, thinking no one had witnessed it. I was arrested in Aberdeen about 15 minutes later (Duh!) and spent one of many nights in a juvenile hall. My dad was thrilled, as was my girlfriend's dad. I had to work off the community damages to the dented door…$225. I acquired a new nickname that I can't mention here. I was banished from the Harborena. Signed Maitland Ward, March 2006 But the real happening scene for the 21 and older group and holders of fake I.D, The Rocker. The Rocker was anything but...

Charlotte drinks beer, Mike's Hard Lemonade, sake AND wine, and then records her beautiful voice for your enjoyment. Charlotte, Mandi, and Cortney recall our fondness for Zima, Boones Farm, and simpler times. Smirnoff Ice creates an untameable monster. Cortney befriends an innocent man incarcerated in Nevada named Jerry White. --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/fhebadmormons/support

On the latest Ball & Chain, Rebecca & Steve are dealing with sickness in the house as the kids go back to school. Rebecca discusses Shey Peddy's miraculous game-winner for the Phoenix Mercury in the WNBA Playoffs. While Steve tells the story about learning how to drive stick on a test drive. All that plus Viewer Mail on the 140th edition of the Ball & Chain Podcast.

This week, over a few drinks, we discuss political ideology, Biden's unbelievably racist assertion, and the unsettling saber rattling with China.

This week, over a few drinks, we discuss political ideology, Biden's unbelievably racist assertion, and the unsettling saber rattling with China.

This week, over a few drinks, we discuss political ideology, Biden's unbelievably racist assertion, and the unsettling sabre rattling with China. Patreon.com/eattherich

This week, over a few drinks, we discuss political ideology, Biden's unbelievably racist assertion, and the unsettling sabre rattling with China. Patreon.com/eattherich

Bookending August vs Jada and why framing conversations is important. Please pardon the mic feedback :-( --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/iu2019ll-drink-to-that/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/iu2019ll-drink-to-that/support

This week we’ll be discussing virtual beer festivals, zoom drinking games, and we’re rolling up to Boone’s Farm for a few drinks, so crack open that beer, uncork that wine, and let’s get drinking. Make sure you never miss another episode of our brand of drinking fun by visiting  WeLikeDrinking.com/Subscribe  Panel Introductions And What We’re Drinking Tonight we’re joined by most of our usual panel members, we have our California Sustainable Winegrowing Ambassador, and recovering Wine Blogger, Jeff Solomon, our commercial brewer and snake wrangler, John Ruyak, and I’m your host and certified specialist of wine, Jeff Eckles. This week is our monthly tasting episode, and quite possibly our last tasting episode as we are tasting and discussing Boone’s Farm! Thanks Patreons! Wine, Beer, Spirit, or Pop Culture Reference Acescence Boone’s Farm Tasting and Discussion Booze News  John - This actually sounds pretty cool https://www.cbs17.com/news/local-news/wake-county-news/downtown-raleighs-brewgaloo-craft-beer-festival-going-virtual-this-weekend/ Solomon - Zoom Drinking Game https://www.themanual.com/food-and-drink/zoom-room-drinking-game-rules?sfns=mo  Last call That’s right, it's time to break out your phones and give us a hand. Follow us on the socials, Twitter, Instagram and our private group on Facebook known as the Tavern. Search up the show on Apple Podcast and leave us a big fat 5 star review. And, if you enjoyed this episode in particular, share it with a friend. And, visit We Like Drinking dot com slash pledge to find out more information about becoming a patron of the show and help  You can also find the show notes for this episode with all the links to the stories or mentions we had at http://welikedrinking.com/episodes

Def Leppard, Cool Youth Pastors, Screwdrivers, Boone's Farm, bad haircuts, and nudity. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/therutledges/support

Today on #POHRadio: -More Democrats dropped outs -Hollyweird -Sen Chris Murphy -Mayor Turner lied (again) Plus - special guest Ian Miles Cheong

Alcohol has always been an extra treat for Andrea. There’s nothing more fun than going out with your girlfriends and kicking back a few drinks. Even though it wasn’t frequent, there was something about her drinking habits that bothered her. But then Andrea read the book, Sober Curious by Ruby Warrington, and decided to take on the challenge: see what happens when you commit to no drinking for a month.On today’s episode of the Dope Ass Podcast, Andrea shares what happened when she decided to go dry for a month. Spoiler: she liked it so much she extended it. There’s no judgement about drinking to be found here, just an honest look at drinking habits and what you can do to keep your experiences with alcohol positive and healthy. Tune in![00:23] - Back from L.A.[01:29] - Sober Curious[05:44] - Boone's Farm and Zima[07:47] - Weight loss experiment[10:16] - What if I'm not fun anymore?[11:39] - An extra little gift[13:27] - Sober firsts[15:57] - Mood & sleep[18:04] - Mommy wine culture[19:52] - Reduced alcohol planOn the Dope Ass Podcast, Andrea Levoff and her roster of hilarious, inspirational, and always-opinionated guests are tackling everything from motherhood to fashion to travel and spirituality---with a seriously dope ass lens. But don’t take our word for it. Learn more about your dope ass host and her mission to make everyone see the world through hot pink-colored glasses at https://www.andrealevoff.com/.If you'd like to receive new episodes as they're published, please subscribe to Dope Ass Podcast in Apple Podcasts, Google Podcasts, Spotify or wherever you get your podcasts. If you enjoyed this episode, please consider leaving a review in Apple Podcasts. It really helps others find the show.This podcast episode was produced by Dante32.

In-N-Out burger is consensus better than Whataburger;  Different types of snow, including the "fun" kind; The magic of Raven's intros for his co-hosts; What the cheap bastards missed on Patreon, sign up already, it's only $5 and the proceeds help an orphaned Raven keep food on their table and food in their bellies, with Sarah McLachlan playing in the background; Best food places, along with the various regional offerings; Drinking habits and tastes, from the simple to the bougie AF and of course the Boone's Farm; Terrible movie sequels; Raven PSA for Patreon/Scratch-offs; New shirts at ProWrestlingTees.com; Fan Mail; and of course, all the usual perversions. Have Raven say things that you want him to say, either for yourself or for someone you want to talk big-game shit to by going to  www.cameo.com/ravenprime1 Huge thanks to Podcorn for sponsoring this episode. Explore sponsorship opportunities and start monetizing your podcast by signing up here: https://podcorn.com/podcasters/

Delta Rae drummer Mike McKee enlightens us on the common ground between Weezer and The Dixie Chicks and shares his observation that songs in 6/8 teach us lessons. After we remember when 30 was old, Mike admits that he originally thought "Strawberry Wine" was written by a Triangle teenager who opened for his high school band. Rachel confesses her love for Boone's Farm (Blue Hawaiian or Melon Ball, please) while Spencer quotes from his Chicken Soup for the Soul book. Mike dishes on some of Nashville's inner workings and we all speculate on how much streaming and social media can combat the anti-woman bias of country radio. We also get an update on Delta Rae's plans after splitting from their label, including the two albums they'll release after their record-setting Kickstarter campaign. Mike's pick: “Strawberry Wine” by Deana Carter, 1996 Check out Delta Rae at https://www.deltarae.com/, Baldman Percussion at https://www.baldmanpercussion.com/, and Drum Team Collective at https://www.drumteamcollective.com/.

We're busting open a bottle of Boone's Farm, because when the director is colorblind and the Klingon sounds vaguely Scottish, you might as well toss back a few. We have trouble hearing each other over the deafening sound of the sun, and then decide to take a break from meat to give Paula Abdul the props she deserves. Stay tuned, she may drop by the studio later. There's a bit of difficulty starting back up on our marathon training, but we need to get on that to make sure we're able to escape our natural predators. Matt brings the best game based on friendship ever debuted on Warped, and it proves that as friends we're pretty "meh". See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

In Episode 33 Boone's Farm of Natville stops by #Yammer HQ to talk about his #sports background, his desperate need for friendships, and his desire to dive deeper into his faith. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/american-yammer/message

Brad is a passionate leader and advocate in the recovery community; he has 7 years of sobriety and uses that experience to help others. Brad has worked in behavioral health treatment for the past several years and has gained a vast knowledge of the industry. He is able to link resources for individuals and families across the country to make sure they are matched up with the best care possible. Mr. Tolle owns and operates a sober living organization that has 8 homes serving men and women in the Northern Kentucky/Cincinnati area. This is a great episode full of awareness and laughter as Brad takes us through his life’s journey. For more information: www.stigmatizedpodcast.com Brad Tolle Phone: 606-375-1982 Email: bradley.tolle@gmail.com Website: www.brightoutlookrecovery.com Facebook: www.facebook.com/tolleburg Our Team Production & Music: Gwynne Sound - gwynnesound.com Artwork: Neltner Small Batch - www.neltnersmallbatch.com Photography: Jon Willis – www.jonbob.com and Lindsey Steinhauser - www.facebook.com/lindsey.hamelsteinhauser Facebook: www.facebook.com/StigmatizedPodcast Twitter: www.twitter.com/the_rev_trev Instagram: @stigmatizedpod Pinterest: www.pinterest.com/StigmatizedP

Well you've made it to the end of another week.  Time to crack open your finest bottle of Boone's Farm, spice it up by adding a bit of Popov vodka, and burning down some medical marijuana you bought from your friend who has fibromyalgia because "being pissed of in general" isn't a qualifying condition for your doctor.  Put this sweet pod in your ears while you get dirty. Schlong of Solomon - Vintage Playboys - Demi Moore - John McClain vs John Wick - Dumb Parent Vacation Gifts - Hang Loose Maui - Planet Hollywood - Legolas -Asian Accents Thanks for tuning in and listening.  We appreciate the support we've been getting lately.  Make sure to hit us up on Facebook where we livestream every Thursday.    

I’m not sure if anybody’s ever done research on why Americans become rabid, buggy-eyed butt hornets when we get behind the wheel, but if they ever do figure it out, I want to be among the first ones to know. I know it’s easy to want to point a finger at the other guy - usually the middle one - when there’s one road, but more than one driver. But whenever something goes wrong, I’m finding that nine times out of ten, I’m the one with the problem. So I’ll call myself a butt hornet when it fits, but there’ve been occasions when I did nothing wrong and still got the raw end of the deal. I enjoy driving, for the most part, except when other people do things that get all up under my skin. I’ll list a few examples so you’ll get a solid picture of the kinds of things I’m talking about: Going too slow in front of me. Going too slow beside me. Going too slow when you’re pulling out in front of me. Going too slow when you’re making your turn in front of me. Pulling out in front of me. Making a turn in front of me. BEING in front of me, etc. There are too many more to list and I know full well that the issue is with me and my impatience. And I'm trying to learn to be a more gracious driver. I really am. But it's hard, especially when people ignore the rules. Take, for instance, the four-way stop sign. To the best of my knowledge, the driver's manual states that the right of way belongs to the driver who came to a complete stop first and in successive order, until all vehicular operators have made it safely through and on their merry way. That doesn't happen a lot of the time in the south where hospitality tends to be thrown around all helter-skelter whether it's needed or not. At least in my neck of the woods, people with the right of way, have an annoying habit of urging you to go first. Because they're nice and they're courteous and they won't have it mentioned to their grandma that they (gasp) went first! Nobody likes to be slapped in the back of the head and told, You's raised better'nat! I like me some southern hospitality, but not in traffic. You go first. No, you go. You have the right of way. Naw, naw. I insist - you go ahead of me, good suh! I will not do such. I'z raised better'nat. I've sat behind vehicles that were involved in an eternal volley of politeness that made me want to do something drastic like rolling down my window and screaming to them at the top of my lungs. "Somebody GO ALREADY! Hearses have gas pedals, ya know! School busses too, Mrs. Crenshaw!" And I'm sure all of the people in the funeral procession would feel the same way, even the dead guy. Hurry it up, Director, before somebody else gets my dang grave! It's probably just me that gets irritated by that kind of thing, really. I just feel like we should all know the rules and if we'll follow them to the letter, traffic will move a lot more efficiently. Follow the rules to the letter, you say? Are you telling us you've never gone a mile over the speed limit then? I have to be honest ... that's not what I'm saying. Truth is, I have a lead foot and I've had to curb that in the interest of my health and also the health of my wallet. But I'm not the only person who misbehaves on the road. You should be in the car with my wife some morning if she hasn't gotten the chance to pet an animal. But we're not talking about her Mr. Hyde personality when she's yet to yell, "KITTEH!" and nuzzle the belly of a feline. No, I'm the one on the couch here. In my early twenties, I worked in a profession I loathed from day one. Stories from the world of small loans is a whole other episode and I've definitely got some interesting stuff to tell you about that part of my life, but for now, just know that a husband trying to jump over the counter to fight me on my very first day put a bad taste in my mouth for the collections industry. Needless to say that because of hating that job from the start, I dreaded going in every morning and my commute was an irritation, too. It took me about thirty minutes one way and I had to drive around South Carolina backroads to get there as quickly as possible. One morning was particularly bad and to this day, I point to what I'm about to tell you as one of the reasons I get so completely out of sorts with bad drivers in front of me sometimes. Let me paint a picture for you. I was already running late, which meant I had a certain criteria I expected drivers in front of me to follow and it was very simple: At least go the speed limit. Is that hard? I didn't think so. I never think so. In fact, it's still one of the top criteria I expect from you if I happen to get behind you on the road. And for the record, I won't ride your tailpipe unless you're just being ridiculous about it. Anyhoo, it turns out that halfway through the commute, just as my coffee had started to get cool enough to drink and I'd actually come to terms with the fact that I'd be late and calling people to tell them they had to pay on their loan would be blissfully delayed for a little longer, I got behind a young woman in an old hatchback, going about 15 miles under the speed limit. Imagine my joy at being behind her on an old country back road where you don't get many chances to pass and if you do, there's probably going to be 57 cars coming the other direction. I didn't want to call people and ruin their mornings any more than those people wanted to be called, but I also didn't like getting fussed at for being late. So you might be able to come up with some of the words I probably let slip out while I was behind her - words I can't use here, but went colorfully beyond the initial commentaries of, "Can you not see the speed limit?!" or "The gas pedal is ON THE RIGHT!" or maybe even "I WILL CUT YOU!" Of course, she couldn't hear me. I know it was a she because of what happened next. After a couple of missed opportunities to pass because there was a parade going on in the opposite lane when the center line was broken and it was legal to, I finally saw it, bright and glowing with a choir of angels singing and pointing the way ahead ... AHHHH ... Come thou labored and weary vehicular operator ... pass and be weary no moooooorrrre! So I did. I pressed my foot to the accelerator and felt the heavenly vibration of a motor picking up speed and chewing up the asphalt as God intended. But something was wrong. As I moved into the oncoming lane to pass, the car ahead of me sped up and I had to press the gas harder. But the woman in the old hatchback also pressed harder so that I had to go way faster than I wanted to in order to get around her and the line was about to go double up ahead due to a looming sharp curve. As I made it even to her car, I looked over and the woman ... hold on while I take a deep breath because this part still gets me madder'n a yella jacketr at a picnic ... (deep breath aaaannnnndddd relax) ... She looked at me, shook her head as if to say, NO. YOU SHALL NOT PASS! and sped up more. I panicked and looked behind me, but the line of cars that had moved up to fill in where I'd been was too long and my only option was to channel my inner Earnhart and go NASCAR fast to get around her, which would have been fine, but ... I got back over into my lane just after the legality of my passing ran out before the curve. Which would have been fine, but ... I hadn't had a chance to slow down to the speed limit from the insane amount of speed I had to get to in order to pass the witch in the old hatchback. Which would have been fine, but ... The first car in the line coming around the corning in the opposing lane was a State Trooper. Yeah. He licked his chops and threw on the lights immediately and my goose was cooked. He didn't want to hear my excuse. He didn't care about my story titled, The Ho In The Hatchback. All he was concerned with was the fact that I was going lightspeed and passing on a double yellow line. And he was rude about it. With how our noble law enforcers are paid way too little for their sacrifice, I assumed maybe he'd gotten a call that morning from a bill collector or something, because he seemed to be in a really bad mood. I don't know what the woman's problem was. Maybe she saw me railing at her about her slowness in her rearview mirror before I passed and that set her off. If so, that ought to be a lesson to me. It's funny, I've gotten insulted when it was the other way around before. I was once driving at exactly the speed limit and a redneck in a pickup truck was riding my tail so close that I could smell his breath. Boon's Farm, anyone? He didn't like me going the speed limit, but I wasn't going to speed just to make him and the tooth he had left happy. He eventually got the opportunity to pass me and did. He needed a muffler, by the way. Not sure if he knew it or not. I shook my head when he went by and as he was moving back over into the lane, I assume he had to put down his bottle of Boon's Farm before sticking his arm out the window and flipping me the bird. That actually made me laugh. Once again, I was on my way to work one morning when a carload of rednecks got behind me. I assume everybody who acts like an idiot is a redneck because so often ... they are. And once again, they rode my butt so close I could smell their cologne. High Karate anyone? I like to drive the speed limit or just over it, maybe by five miles an hour or so. I've had too many speeding tickets over the years and I don't care for them. But five miles over wasn't good enough and the crazy thing was, they had plenty of opportunities to pass. I still don't understand why these people stayed behind my car to harass me, but they did. Later, they turned off, but not before apparently thinking it would just be hilarious to call the cops and give them my license plate number and vehicle description, telling them I was driving drunk. So I'm minding my own business, coming into town and sipping my coffee because it had just gotten cool enough to drink, and a city policeman slips in behind me without my noticing. The scenario went a little something like this. "Know why I pulled you over?" "No, officer. I don't think I was speeding. If I was, it wouldn't have been more than four or five miles an hour over because I'm a good driver, even if I sometimes get frustrated with women of ill repute who cause me to have to speed and pass on a double yellow line, but that didn't happen, so no. I can't say that I do." "Well somebody called us saying you were driving all over the road and it looked like you were drunk. Have you had anything to drink today, Mr. ..... Blackston?" (I'd handed him my license and registration without him having to ask. I know the drill.) "Yes, sir. Orange juice and this coffee." (He laughed, which was a good sign.) "I didn't think you'd had any alcohol. I've been following you for a while and you've done nothing to make me have to pull you over, but when we get these calls, we have to check it out, you understand? I'm going to have to give you a breath-a-lizer, which you can refuse, but if you do, I have to make you get out of the car and do some physical tests." "I'll take a breath-a-lizer." (Which I did and the results made him laugh again.) He apologized for the inconvenience and I told him there was no apology needed and I hoped he didn't get any calls from bill collectors. I told him who I suspected made the call and why and he said it wasn't unusual for people to waste time and resources like that. That was uncomfortable and unnecessary. I was the one not breaking the law, well ... not by much. And it wasn't like they young hooligans playing a prank. They were not nice people who tried to ruin my day. The jokes on them. I got a funny story out of it. It did bother me until I realized nobody I knew drove by while I was getting a breath-a-lizer done. If it had happened on the main drag through town, there would have probably been a blurb about it on page three of the paper right next to an article about how Blackberries don't grow like they used to and a piece describing a local marketer's pitch to Boone's Farm about rolling out a High Karate flavored brew. My temper and my mouth are a constant process of improvement, though and as much as I still say things I shouldn't and then wish I hadn't, especially when I'm behind the wheel, there was a time when I was a lot worse about it. I make no secret or apologies that I'm a follower of Christ. But for a while back in my twenties, I lost my way and became somebody I'm not proud of - somebody my wife eventually had to tell me she was at times embarrassed to be around. For reasons I won't go into in this episode - maybe in a different one - I went through a phase of using extremely foul language and not just around my peers. It got to where I relished the idera of saying something that made other people uncomfortable. I thought they'd look up to me as a renegade - maybe somebody they secretly wished they had the guts to be like. I was absolutely not behaving in a way Jesus Christ would approve of and whether or not you see things the way I do spiritually, is beside the point. I knew what I sincerely believed, but had strayed from it. What does this have to do with road rage, Michael? Nothing so far, but wait. It's about learning to control myself and an amazing thing that happened which you're welcome to consider a coincidence, but I truly and totally do not. It was a miracle - a gift directly from God and an immediate answer to prayer. I used to work at a large market radio station on the weekends in Greenville, SC. Overnights. It didn't pay much, but I hadn't been married long and we needed the money from a second job. The overnight weekend shift made it easy to get away with things on-air that should've gotten me fired. There was a Friday night at the end of a week long revival at my church and the preacher had made a point that stuck with me. He said you don't have to act like a Christian. Nobody does - it's your choice. But don't say you're a follower of Christ in one breath and act like the devil in the next. Be what you are and own it, basically. That night it hit me that I was living two lives and I needed to decided which one it was gonna be that defined me. I believed in Jesus Christ and that He is who He says He is. I decided that if I was going to be a man of integrity, I had a choice to make, but I couldn't have it both ways and so I re-dedicated my life. There was an issue, though. I could put an end to being a jerk and trying to behave in ways that weren't becoming of a Christian. Unfortunately, the language and temper thing was a bigger hurdle and on my way to work at the station that night, I asked God to take that from me. I told Him I couldn't do it on my own and that this was one of those things I'd need the Holy Spirit to intervene on. And it worked. I'd tried to tame my tongue before, but suddenly it felt true and I actually cried all the rest of the way to the station. Jump ahead a couple of weeks and I'm on the way there again. I'd made the decision to quit the station because I could find extra work elsewhere in a place that wasn't so tempting to slide back into my old ways and somewhere else would probably pay better anyway. But I'd given them a few week's notice and this was one of my final weekends. The road is dark and desolate for a stretch just before you get to the interstate and it was there that my back left tire decided to blow. This was before cell phones were in everybody's hand and I didn't have one. It was also before I made enough money to have anything fancier for a jack than one of the cheapie kind that comes with the car and starts to buckle about two inches into the lift. And I had no flash light. Perfect. I pulled to the side of the road, got out, and could see in the moonlight that my tire was completely flat. I wanted to cuss. No, that's not right - I wanted to fly into a profanity laced tyrade that would include, but not be limited to, screaming it at the top of my lungs and throwing something through the window of my car. I started to do that. I started to cuss - we call it cuss in the south, get used to it - and I think I might have actually kicked the side of the car. But then there was a voice in my head. not audible, but that soft, comforting voice and it reminded me of my new dedication and that while nobody else was around and it was late at night, I needed to exercise control in reverence to my promise, because it will be honorable to God. So I calmed down and prayed. I said I was sorry and that although I didn't know what I was going to do because the jack I had wasn't going to be enough and I had no light, I would obey and trust in Him. I calmly took the spare out of the back, still praying, and the moment I set it against the car, there were headlights that appeared over the hill. I hoped they would stop and I hoped they would be nice to me. I could be robbed, murdered, tortured there and nobody would know it. The driver topped the hill and came to my position, pulling their car in behind me in a manner that suggested they expected to find me in need of some help. The driver left on his lights so that my car was illuminated and because of that, I couldn't tell much about them, other than it was a man. A very, very, incredibly large man. He was both tall and wide and could have had whatever way he wanted with puny little me. He didn't say anything when he got out, but went directly around to his trunk and took out one of those impressive hydraulic jacks, the metal bar that went with it, and a lug wrench. I already considered him a miracle. God had taken no time in answering my prayers and I wanted to thank him for stopping. "You don't know what an answer to prayer you are." He didn't reply. I thought it was odd, but he might be in a hurry - maybe even not really happy to have to help someone, but obligated, so he just wanted to get it over with. He bent and started working on my tire. "I can do the work. I hate to make you do it," I told him. Nothing, not even a nod. "My names Mike. What's yours?" He looked up at me sternly and put up a hand to shush me, but still, he refused to say a word. I started to get a little bit irritated. I mean, if you didn't want to help, fine. I'd figure something out. But if you're gonna stop and lend a hand, at least you don't have to be rude about it. I kept all of that to myself, though, and shut up until finished. When he was done, he took his tools back to his car and put them in the trunk, then walked back to where I was standing. "Thanks again. Can I give you anything for your trouble?" He put up a massive paw again and reached into his back pocket for his wallet. From there, he pulled a worn, feathered at the edges business card and handed it to me. I don't remember what it said his name was, but here's what it said his title was: Pastor for the church of the deaf, mute, and blind. He left me the card and shook my hand, then turned back toward his car. I thought about calling out my thanks again, but didn't. I don't think he would have heard me and he wouldn't have been able to tell me, you're welcome. I'm a lot older and wiser now and it stabs me every time I think about the fact that I misplaced the card and never got a better chance to show my appreciation. Maybe that was the way it was supposed to be. But now, if I'm about to totally lose it, that miracle is brought to mind and the lesson in it that might have been overwhelmingly silent, but that I heard loud and clear. And it calms me. Rage is natural and anger is justified at times. Just don't let it define you.

Ross and Jessie discuss Tekashi 69 snitching on his gang to get out of jail and live in the witness protection program, Michael Cohen ratting out Donald Trump, why Netflix changed the ending of The Notebook, what really happens immediately after you die, and Ross shares his love for Boones Farm wine.

Happy New Year! Your favourite wine mom and tea granny are taking on 2019 by tackling the big subjects covered in John Green's first novel Looking for Alaska. What makes a good friend? How do you imagine people complexly? Is being a teenager the best or the worst? (Hint: it's both.) We share stories from our holidays and the breadbox makes a comeback.

We have a special guest, costumes, Boones Farm and a pill bottle!

For our October edition we record during the Green Bay Improv Festival, and are joined by two veteran improv comedians, Tim Stoltenberg & Linda Taylor-Williams!  Tim pulls "First Time Disobeying Parents" and we learn about why yo-yos don't fit in VCR's.  Mike flips the bird to his mom, Linda gets caught in a lie about margaritas, and tells us why white velcro pants are the coolest!  Linda draws "First Drink" and we all share tales of our first time with "The Demon Rum"...Chad celebrates a wedding with Southern Comfort...and a smoke detector; Tim explains what pull tabs are, and yes, Boone's Farm makes an appearance!  Firsts! Co-Hosted by Mike Eserkaln and Chad Nehring, with a live audience and audience volunteer guest at the Green Room in DePere.  We draw from our "Machine of Random Firsts" and discuss the topics generated.  Join us (generally) the first Saturday of each month, 11PM (or so) at the Green Room in DePere, Wisconsin for our live broadcast of "Firsts!"  Vist our new location at 365 Main Ave. Note that this episode contains adult language. Special thanks to Kevin MacLeod for the bumper music

Unvarnished is a podcast about real stories, the lives behind them and the lessons we learn from sharing. Episode five features Faye Williams, a strong and determined woman. She tells a true story about her struggle as a young woman in the '70s, her experiences as a military police officer and the impact Pink Floyd had on her life.

Shit I Hit the Emergency Release, Drunk on Boones Farm, Is DVDA Possible and Care Bear Stare

Shit I Hit the Emergency Release, Drunk on Boones Farm, Is DVDA Possible and Care Bear Stare

Diving deep into the Wine business and telling you how Boone’s Farm is the best bottle of wine you’ll ever drink. It’s true, look that shit up. We tell a compelling life story of Barbie, G.I. Joe, and how Ken got involved. Plus some insight to what goes on through a High School kids brain.We respond to emails!!! So email us!! thestepbrotherspodcast@gmail.comSUBSCRIBE!!!!! RATE!!!! LEAVE A REVIEW!!!! We appreciate your kind words so give us your thoughtsLike, Follow, and whatever you do on our Facebook page and TwitterW'e’re All Family Here

Ross Patterson, Jarred Taylor, and Rocco chat about the etiquette behind using someone else's flesh light and getting drunk off of Boone's Farm.

Ross Patterson, Jarred Taylor, and Rocco chat about the etiquette behind using someone else's flesh light and getting drunk off of Boone's Farm.

This week I went to Brian Perfects house and met his dog. We also drank some beer and caught up. We used to party together pretty hard. He introduced me to "Boones Farm." The wine that tastes like capri sun. Hes still trucking away with Aim At Your Enemies and he still likes to party. I had a great time on this one. Hes the second in a row to take off his shirt after his beer chug. Thanks for listening! SOTW Author - Seperation https://weareauthor.bandcamp.com/track/separation

last time we did not get all the flavors of Mad Dog. So we got some more. Also got another bottle of Boones Farm wine. This time the Fuzzy Naval.

We drink the bottle of Boones Farm wine, and continue to get more drunk.

I hope you all enjoyed a week full of fancy beers, but now it's back to business on the BWB Podcast. What does that mean? I think it's time we finally took that trip down the road to Boone's Farm! You all know it was only a matter of time before we finally discussed this beverage at bumwinebob.com and today is that day.After last week was taken over by the world of craft beer, this week we will be discussing Boone's Farm and how it relates to the bum wine world. Many times you have heard me classify Boone's Farm is a "bum wine light" or as the "bum wine training wheels". While Boone's is no longer classified as a "wine" and is now a "malt beverage" we are still naming Boone's Farm Blue Hawaiian as the BWB Wine Of The Week.It was announced last weekend that we now have a DJ in place for the BWB WrestleMania 32 Bash in Atlantic City, NJ. Within the next few months we will be finalizing the details of the event so you can plan accordingly and join us LIVE and in person for the extravaganza.Don't forget that with the NFL preseason underway there is still time for you to join in the BWB NFL Pick Em for the 2015 season! It will be more fun than a ride on the night train express, so be sure to throw your name in the hat!All that and MORE on this weeks episode! Want to be part of the show? The phone lines will be open and you are welcome to call in at 347-826-9598 to join in the discussion. Cheers!

We're back again with another episode of ADD for podcasts. This episode we talk about Cuba, Old lady drivers, exploding bike tires and Boone's farm. It's a short one because of the epic ending.

"LEX LUTHER IS IN-CHARGE OF MY MARKETING!" 3 Days Of The Condor! Boone's Farm! Total Recall! Going Postal! Captain EO! Michael Champion (Total Recall, Beverly Hills Cop, V, History Of The World) gives the show some cache and talks Mel Brooks, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Night Rider, The Forgotten and the skill- set it takes to make it in 'the film business' today. Combat-In-Effect super model Desiree joins the show after a bender in Napa to promote her new poster, avail at combat-in-effect and talks pick-up lines and Paul Newman. Ethan attempts to make Sangria based on some Coolio recipes. Eric talks Disney Marathon, Creature From The Black Lagoon and effective "brainwashing" techniques!

Today's guest is New York Times best-selling author Kristin Hannah. Her new book Firefly Lane is a novel for anyone who ever drank Boone's Farm apple wine while listening to Abba. Hmmm... L Peggy Hicks talks to best-selling authors regularly about their latest works and answer questions from the live audience in Second Life. Join them in-world if you want to join the fun.