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

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Storform hos Stugan - Ny jackpott! ∙ Bengans och Borgs system 4 miljoner var! ∙ Krisande Pool och Londonderby sena matcher. ∙ Svår kupong - Borg spikar största favoriten. ∙ Dybban har två bortplock som höjer utdelningen! ∙ Bengan tror starkt på hemmaspiken till 50%(?). ∙ Wernbloom säker på det vänder för tippade topplaget! Varmt välkomna till veckans avsnitt! ∙ Här är veckans Stryktipskupong! Du vet väl att Stryktipspodden även finns på Youtube! Svenska Spel Sport & Casino AB. Åldersgräns 18 år. Stödlinjen.se

Liv har läst Björn Borgs självbiografi och fått insikter om den hjälplösa mansrollen. Caroline har sett Hamlet, Sentimental Value och Paul Thomas Andersons nya som gjort våld för kvinnor.För att få tillgång till alla avsnitt, teckna en prenumeration på: https://underproduktion.se/envargsokersinpod

When Q drops in for another chaotic visit, the Enterprise finds itself in an encounter with Star Trek: The Next Generation's new baddies: the Borg. Is it Picard's stubborn arrogance or distrust of Q preventing him from asking for help? Could Q have taught Picard this lesson without killing 18 UC's? And just how do Borgs procreate? Visit our website at humanisttrek.com Support the show at patreon.com/humanisttrek Pick up your merch at humanisttrek.com/merch Socials Bluesky Mastodon Discord YouTube Starfleet Officer maker by Star Trek Avatar Creation

Veckopanelen med Per Brinkemo, Réka Tolnai och Fredrik Virtanen under ledning av Staffan Dopping. Danmark får besök av främmande drönare, står svenska flygplatser på tur? Fy FN sa Donald Trump om världsorganisationen, vars rulltrappa stannade och irriterade presidenten. Mellanösternkonflikten präglade stor del av statsministerduellen i SVT-Aktuellt. Cecilia Uddén försvarar att hon undertecknade Gazauppropet, och tidningen Z fick efter 35 år rätt om Björn Borgs kokainmissbruk.

Veckopanelen med Per Brinkemo, Réka Tolnai och Fredrik Virtanen under ledning av Staffan Dopping. Danmark får besök av främmande drönare, står svenska flygplatser på tur? Fy FN sa Donald Trump om världsorganisationen, vars rulltrappa stannade och irriterade presidenten. Mellanösternkonflikten präglade stor del av statsministerduellen i SVT-Aktuellt. Cecilia Uddén försvarar att hon undertecknade Gazauppropet, och tidningen Z fick efter 35 år rätt om Björn Borgs kokainmissbruk. Använd koden [kvartal] på länken nedan och få 60% rabatt på årsplaner: https://incogni.com/kvartal

Anders sitter med en mängd frågor efter att ha läst Björn Borgs självbiografi. Johan väljer Peterborough Uniteds dokusåpa framför Ballon d'Or. Dessutom: Spökskrivare, tråkiga lag, bollmaskinen i Las Vegas, kalorisnål fotboll, MFF:s skaviga guldjakt, George Graham, Ronaldinhos nedtonade scenpersonlighet, Anders Limpars drastiska liknelse och ”The Champion that nobody cares about”.Bli Offsidemedlem – 0 kronor första månaden!

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Björn Borg är en av tidernas största tennisspelare. Men i sin nyutkomna självbiografi Hjärtslag visar den 69-årige legendaren en helt annan sida av livet: otrohet, prostatacancer och ett närmast dödligt drogmissbruk. Hur har tennisvärlden reagerat? Hur ser relationen ut till sonen Leo Borg? Och stämmer verkligen Björn Borgs uppmärksammade uttalande i Skavlan – att det förekommer dopning inom juniorverksamheten? Gäst: Alexander Theodoridis, Tennisportalen Programledare: Maja Andersson

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Kvartetten är samlad, laddade och redo att hugga in på veckans kupong. Det blir analyser, heta diskussioner och en hel del skratt när gubbarna väger styrkor mot svagheter och letar fram de bästa dragen. Borgmästaren lutar sig mot Sheffield United, Wernbloom håller traktorpojkarna i handen, och Dybban ryggar hans tanke i Wrexham – som han kaxigt vill chansa bort kanariefåglarna, till Borgs stora förtret. Bengan å sin sida spanar in Bradford och är sugen på att kliva in om streckningen tickar över 60%. Inget lämnas åt slumpen – systemet byggas med kirurgisk precision. Som alltid är det högt i tak!

Gleznošana kā elpošana, spontanitāte un temperaments, pretestība smukajiem, labajiem paņēmieniem – tas viss raksturo gleznotāju Džemmu Skulmi. Ciklā „Kas ir Džemma?” šoreiz par robežu pārkāpšanu mākslā. Sekosim viņas glezniecībai un secināsim, ka līdz pat mūža nogalei māksliniece pratusi pārsteigt. Stāsta būs mākslas vērotājs Jānis Borgs, mākslas zinātniece un izstāžu kuratore Inga Šteimane un mākslinieks Kristians Brekte. Džemma Skulme mākslā ienāca 20. gadsimta 50. gados un līdz pat mūža nogalei nepārtrauca radīt, turklāt allaž kaut ko mainot savā rokrakstā, arī pārsteidzot. Jānis Borgs Džemmu iepazina būdams zēns, par to arī viņam ir košs stāsts. Bet sākam ar pārsteigumiem, esot mākslas vērotāja pozīcijā, jo Jānis Borgs sekojis Džemmas Skulmes glezniecībai plašā laika periodā un kontekstos.  Ar mākslinieku Kristianu Brekti saruna par iedvesmošanos, par satikšanos ar Džemmu, vai arī viņš jutis Džemmā robežu pārkāpējas garu. Un  atbilde ir apstiprinoši, teksts, kas pāri viņa sienas gleznojumam „mēs visi esam sliekas, kurām jāirdina zeme”, ir Džemmas sacītais kādā kongresā. Džemmas Skulmes 90. jubilejas laikā un pēc tam mākslas zinātniece un izstāžu kuratore Inga Šteimane sadarbībā ar Džemmu izveidoja sešas izstādes. Taujāta par Džemmas robežu pārkāpšanu, Inga min 2008. gada personālizstādi, kurā uzrunāja mazās gleznas, kas bija darinātas pēc meitas Martas Skulmes zīmējumiem. Tieši pēc Ingas Šteimanes recenzijas par šo izstādi māksliniece viņu uzrunājusi un abas satikušās. Turpinājumā stāsts ne par robežu pārkāpšanu mākslā vai dzīvē, bet par iespaidu un lielumu, kādu Džemma Skulme atstāj uz cilvēkiem. Vispirms uz skolas puiku Jāni, kurš izvēlēts par modeli grāmatu ilustrācijām, ar ko tolaik nodarbojās un pelnīja mākslinieki, arī Džemma. Arī Inga Šteimane dalās kādā vērojumā par Džemmas mākslu.  

Lisa och Henrik Borg har nu blivit föräldrar efter år av en känslomässig IVF-resa. Lyssna på alla avsnitt i Sveriges Radio Play. Hela veckans Morgonpasset i P3 – Gästen hör du i Sveriges Radio Play.År av en känslomässig IVF-resa, slutade med en tre och en halv dags lång förlossning för Lisa och Henrik Borg. Denna förlossning har sedan blivit en dokumentär på SVT. Hur mår de nyblivna föräldrarna och tre veckor gamla Charlie nu? De pratar även om den känslomässiga resan, det tidigare missfallet och hur pappa Henrik lär sin bebis norska.Programledare: Linnea Wikblad och Assaad Daoudi.

Vi är tillbaka från sommaruppehållet och kickstartar sensommarens poddavsnitt de kommande veckorna med en trio av konsumentnära bolag. Först ut i dagens poddavsnitt har vi intervjuat Björn Borgs VD, Henrik Bunge. Hur ser framtiden ut för Björn Borg, ett av Sveriges mest kända internationella varumärken? Henrik delar sin resa och sin syn på hur bolaget har utvecklats de senaste 10 åren och ska fortsätta utvecklas – från underkläder, sportmode och varumärkesbyggande till fortsatta möjligheterna att växa i Europa. Vi pratar om Björn Borgs strategiska fokus, hur de arbetar för att stärka sin position på en konkurrensutsatt marknad, samt vilka mål och ambitioner som driver bolaget framåt. I del 2 av avsnittet ger Hjalmar Jernström, DNB Carnegies aktieanalytiker för Björn Borg, en inblick i bolaget ur ett aktiemarknadsperspektiv. Länk till analyserna: www.carnegie.se/en/commissioned-research/bjornborg

Gm! This week Miles Jennings and Eddy Lazzarin join Yano to dive into how a16z is approaching the current crypto landscape with a big focus on token design, designation, and how Founders can think pragmatically both along legal and engineering lines to execute their project.  -- Start your day with crypto news, analysis and data from Katherine Ross. Subscribe to the Empire newsletter: https://blockworks.co/newsletter/empire?utm_source=podcasts -- Follow Eddy: https://x.com/eddylazzarinFollow Miles: https://x.com/milesjenningsFollow Jason: https://x.com/JasonYanowitzFollow Empire: https://twitter.com/theempirepod -- Join the Empire Telegram: https://t.me/+CaCYvTOB4Eg1OWJh -- SKALE is the next evolution in Layer 1 blockchains with a gas-free invisible user experience, instant finality, high speed, and robust security. SKALE is built different as it allows for limitless scalability and has already saved its 50 Million users over $11 Billion in gas fees.  SKALE is high-performance and cost-effective, making it ideal for compute-intensive applications like AI, gaming, and consumer-facing dApps. Learn more at https://skale.space and stay up to date with the gas-free invisible blockchain on X at @skalenetwork -- Katana is a DeFi-first chain built for deep liquidity and high yield. No empty emissions, just real yield and sequencer fees routed back to DeFi users.  Pre-deposit now: Earn high APRs with Turtle Club [https://app.turtle.club/campaigns/katana] or spin the wheel with Katana Krates [https://app.katana.network/krates] -- Ledn is the leading platform for Bitcoin-backed loans, offering a secure and transparent way to unlock liquidity without selling your Bitcoin. Ledn has issued over $9 billion in loans since 2018 and has never lost a single satoshi of client assets, earning a reputation as the name you can trust in the crypto space. Visit https://www.ledn.io to learn more. – Timestamps: (03:36) Progress In DC (05:42) Paul Atkins' Onchain Declaration (13:55) End of Foundation Era In Crypto (27:31) Ads (Skale, Katana) (29:02) DUNAs & BORGs (40:12) Defining Tokens (54:54) Ads (Skale, Katana) (56:25) Token Transparency & Classifications (01:07:29) When Fees? (01:15:55) Ads (LEDN) (01:16:57) Balancing PortCos (01:19:44) Common Founder FAQs — Disclaimer: Nothing said on Empire is a recommendation to buy or sell securities or tokens. This podcast is for informational purposes only, and any views expressed by anyone on the show are solely our opinions, not financial advice. Santiago, Jason, and our guests may hold positions in the companies, funds, or projects discussed.

How crazy is it that even in spite of being on the brink of World War III, Bitcoin is still holding over $100,000? How crazy is it that the Genius Act has passed through the US Senate and is now heading for the House of Representatives? And how crazy is AI accelerating with all the crazy stuff you can do with it? If you’re looking for crazy you’ve come to the right place. We’re going to discuss the essential stories from the crypto market and dive into the AI rabbit hole with essential tools you want to use to enhance your productivity. If we are nice to AI perhaps they’ll remember it when they decide to turn on us. Join us today and we make nice with the future overlords and get pumped about where Bitcoin could be heading on episode #779 of The Bad Crypto Podcast. Show notes Cryptocurrency News: Senate passes stablecoin bill, turning focus to House | The Block The U.S. Senate has passed the GENIUS Act, the first major federal legislation to regulate stablecoins, requiring them to be fully backed by liquid assets and imposing audit and transparency standards. The bill, which received bipartisan support, now shifts to the House for consideration and is seen as a pivotal step toward legitimizing the crypto industry and cementing U.S. dollar dominance in digital assets. Despite this progress, concerns remain over potential conflicts of interest and the adequacy of consumer protections, particularly regarding anti-money laundering and corporate issuance provisions. How to legally stake crypto in 2025: What is now allowed after the SEC’s latest move The SEC’s 2025 guidelines confirm that solo, delegated, and custodial staking directly tied to network consensus are not securities offerings. Staking rewards are treated as service compensation, not investment returns. However, yield farming and staking-like lending schemes remain regulated as securities. JPMorgan, SEC meet to discuss capital markets moving onchain JPMorgan executives met with the SEC’s Crypto Task Force to discuss the regulatory implications and potential impacts of traditional capital markets migrating to public blockchains, including how existing financial models might change and how to assess associated risks and benefits123. The discussions also covered JPMorgan’s current digital asset initiatives, such as its digital platform for repurchase agreements and the launch of its new deposit token, JPMD, on Coinbase’s Base blockchain123. JPMorgan emphasized that deposit tokens like JPMD, which are fully backed by bank deposits, offer a more scalable and institution-friendly alternative to stablecoins, with no immediate plans to launch a stablecoin themselves123. Cointelegraph joins forces with Nansen to boost crypto journalism with onchain data Cointelegraph has partnered with Nansen, a leading onchain analytics platform, to integrate real-time blockchain data and AI-powered insights into its news coverage, research, and social media content1. This collaboration aims to enhance the quality and transparency of crypto journalism by providing readers with actionable, data-driven intelligence on DeFi, Web3, and market trends1. The partnership marks a significant step toward more informed and credible reporting in the crypto industry, leveraging Nansen’s advanced analytics across Cointelegraph’s global newsroom1. Report: Justin Sun’s Tron Aims for Nasdaq Listing in High-Stakes Merger Deal Justin Sun’s Tron is set to go public on Nasdaq through a reverse merger with SRM Entertainment, a toy and merchandise company, in a deal valued up to $210 million that will see SRM rebranded as Tron Inc. and Sun serve as an advisor123. The transaction, orchestrated by Dominari Securities with close ties to the Trump family, involves SRM raising $100 million to acquire TRX tokens for its treasury, following a pause in SEC investigations into Sun34. This marks a significant move for Tron and highlights shifting U.S. regulatory attitudes toward crypto firms entering public markets through unconventional means45. The Legal Personhood of Decentralized Systems Decentralized systems like DAOs face major challenges fitting into global legal frameworks, as existing laws often treat them as general partnerships, exposing members to unlimited liability and tax risks if no formal structure is established. Several legal solutions have been proposed, such as Wyoming’s DUNA, the BORG framework, and blockchain-native governance models, but each has significant limitations and often cannot accommodate complex, real-world assets or operational needs. DUNAs, while offering a nonprofit legal wrapper, are criticized for being technology-specific and potentially allowing profit-like activities under a nonprofit label, raising regulatory and compliance concerns. Other frameworks, like BORGs and Q blockchain, are more technology-neutral but struggle with practical issues such as asset custody, compliance, and the ability to interact with traditional financial systems. The article suggests that some proposals may be motivated by large investors seeking to limit their own liability, rather than providing comprehensive solutions for the broader DAO ecosystem. Artificial Intelligence News: The AI Agent Economy - Travis' Substack Web3 & NFT News: Joel's Substack Support the show: https://badcryptopodcast.comSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

She's back! We're live from the Long Room with the NSG OG BEE. In this EP, we recap a fun St. Patrick's Day in the Chi and ask ourselves: Are we rugby fans? We also do a new segment called "Pop Watch" with quick hits on shady influencers, BORGs, Lady Gaga's Mayhem, Beach Belichick and Billboard's Top 10 Female Artists of the 21st Century. Plus, we review toe-tally silly news and share our Picks of the Pod.

INTRO (00:23): Kathleen opens the show drinking a Lakelife Lager from Bruzze Brewing, and a Charleston spicy Bloody Mary. She reviews her weekend in Macon GA and Charleston SC. TOUR NEWS: See Kathleen live on her “Day Drinking Tour.”COURT NEWS (22:51): Kathleen shares news on Post Malone joining the Court, Chappell Roan launches a billboard campaign to support “The Giver”, Dolly Parton celebrates 40 years of Dollywood, Jelly Roll launches a collaboration with HeyDude shoes, and Taylor Swift sweeps the iHeartRadio awards. TASTING MENU (2:43): Kathleen samples Krispy Kreme Taste O'Luck green donuts, Old Florida Ranch Gourmet Tortilla Chips, and Old Bay Fried Georgia Peanuts. UPDATES (36:25): Kathleen shares updates on the stranded astronauts, Lori Vallow gets to approval to represent herself, Pope Francis is released from the hospital, Meghan Markle is accused of stealing (again,) and JP Morgan is facing a mutiny. HOLY SHIT THEY FOUND IT (49:52): Kathleen reveals the possible discovery of the fossil of Noah's Ark near Mount Ararat's summit, and a ghost ship is found after 132 years in the Great Lakes. FRONT PAGE PUB NEWS (54:20): Kathleen shares articles on the TikTok trend known as “blackout rage gallons” or BORGS, Southwest ending their free bag policy, the Hudson's Bay Company could liquidate assets as soon as next week, Leonardo DiCaprio will star in the Evel Knievel biopic, United Airlines offered “men-only” flights until 1970, and convicted murderer Scott Pederson was attacked in prison while playing Pickleball. WHAT ARE WE WATCHING (31:28): Kathleen recommends watching “1923” on Paramount+, and “A Body In The Snow: The Trial of Karen Read” on HBO Max. FEEL GOOD STORY (1:09:25): Cougar cubs have been spotted in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan for the first time in over a century. See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Welcome to the Knowledge of Nothing (KON) podcast! Where your hosts, Tony, Brian, Oren and Wayne discuss the inane, hopefully entertaining, and sometimes educational topics on a weekly-ish basis. In this week's show, the KON received a lot of listener feedback, which may bite them in the arse down the road in an upcoming KON Hate-Watch party. Then Oren drops more knowledge on the benefits of “head” that may surprise you. Lastly, the main segment of the show is this month's iteration of “Smash or Pass” on recent entertainment news. There's a lot that got covered but here's a sampling: Paradise, Ted Lasso, Severance, Lilo & Stitch, Last of Us, Andor, Daredevil, GT6, Disney expired IP films, and the KON picks for best and worst movies (aka The KONy and The NahNah awards). There's plenty of KONMen hot takes so you'll have to tune in to find out more!https://www.facebook.com/theknowledgeofnothing/Instagram: @theknowledgeofnothingTwitter: @TheKONMen1TikTok: konmen01Bluesky: @thekonmen.bsky.social

This week we discuss Costco, parades, and BORGs

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Send us a textThis week on the ole pod john: BORGs, gow to achieve happiness, pandemic reflections, and is it true that "life is suffering?" Support the showThanks for listening! Listen, rate, subscribe and other marketing type slogans! Here's my Insta: @dannypalmernyc @thedannypalmershow@blackcatcomedy (NYC stand-up show every Friday at 9 pm. 172 Rivington St.) And subscribe to my Patreon? Maybe? If you know how to? I don't know how it works. Let's just leave this thing be: https://www.patreon.com/thedannypalmershow

This morning we learned what BORGs are, and how they're wreaking havoc in Boston. Shark-tracking is making Spring Breakers nervous, and egg-smuggling is now a thing! We also heard a crazy story about a guy's encounter with a McDonald's sign, so we hit the phones to hear what strange things ever fell on you! See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Did you know what a borg was? What a blast at Revo we had yesterday.

SEGMENT - In tonight's edition of the New England Nightly News BORGs steal the show in Southie

HR4 - Arcand takes a look to Fenway South, do the Sox have the best rotation in the AL? One publication thinks so. BORGs steal the show in Southie in the New England Nightly News. Finally, Bill Belichick must be stopped.

Full Show over 68 Team Giveaway, March Madness, CFB Spring Games, BORGS and more! Follow the Sports Animal on Facebook, Instagram and X PLUS The Morning Animals on XListen to past episodes HERE! See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Florida Man pulled a gun at a bar...because the karaoke machine was not working, Headline of the Week contender #2: Woman who planned to sell human toes regurgitated by dogs avoids jail in court sentencing, Boston police seized dozens of 'Blackout Rage Gallons' (BORGS) from underage St. Patrick's Day revelers

Final day of decent weather before we see some rain & snow move into the area tomorrow. In the news this morning, Adam Fravel is appealing his conviction, Forever 21 is the latest business to file for bankruptcy and close stores, Trader Joe's has another recall, Minnesota Governor Tim Walz is speaking at the Pablo Center in Eau Claire tonight, and what happened with Tracy Morgan last night? In sports, the Bucks play the Warriors tonight, and the First Four of the NCAA men's basketball tourney also get started this evening on TruTV. Rory got the win yesterday in a playoff at the Players Championship, and the Major League Baseball regular season officially kicked off in Tokyo this morning. Elsewhere in sports, the Badger women are getting ready for the NCAA Frozen Four this weekend, and a Michigan baseball player had to apologize for a recent on-field celebration. We let you know what's on TV tonight and what's new on New Release Tuesday. Had a bunch of animal-related stories this morning, including a cat getting rescued after being stranded on an overpass in Vegas for a few weeks, and a bear that survived brain surgery. Played a round of "Who'd you rather?" - Money, love, or time??? Check out this listing on Zillow. Might be one of the best of all time! And with today being the kick-off to March Madness, we took a look at some of the stats & info regarding lost production at work & some of the gambling numbers. And in today's edition of "Bad News with Happy Music", we had stories about people getting so much Botox that they're building up and immunity to it, a massive amount of BORGs that were confiscated during the St. Paddy's Day parade in Boston, a USPS worker who stole a BUNCH of checks and used the money to travel & go to strip clubs, an alligator that got left in a hotel room, a woman who tried to sell some toes on the black market, a robbery involving snakes instead of guns or knives, and a #FloridaMan who pulled a gun at karaoke. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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(00:00) Beetle wonders if the Patriots need a big-name WR and discusses Cowherd’s top 4 interesting team rankings. They also question if Godwin not taking more money to join New England sends a bad message and if the Patriots might draft Travis Hunter as a WR. (12:30) McKone takes a victory lap for predicting the Bruins would fizzle after the trade deadline. They discuss Jeremy Swayman's post-game comments after the loss to Tampa Bay, saying he lacked accountability, while Pavel Zacha did take responsibility. (23:35) Zolak shares his experience at the Bruins game over the weekend, mentioning he joined the broadcast booth. T-Bone plays a few minutes of him on the mic during the broadcast. (33:20) The guys discuss Boston Police confiscating Borgs during the St. Patrick’s Day parade. They chat about the parade itself and take more calls on the Bruins.

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When Emperor Georgiou's backstory doesn't make her any more redeemable, getting pulled into a Section 31 mission gives her another chance to do the right thing. But when their assignment reveals a relic from her own destructive past, gruesomely killing her childhood boyfriend doesn't exactly earn her atonement. Was there a code name for this movie during production? What are the mirror universe Borgs like? Why don't strippers die when they jump off bridges? It's the episode that just needed its heart to grow two sizes this day.Support the production of Greatest TrekGet a thing at podshop.biz!Sign up for our mailing list!Greatest Trek is produced by Wynde PriddySocial media is managed by Rob Adler and Bill TilleyMusic by Adam RaguseaFriends of DeSoto for: Labor | Democracy | JusticeDiscuss the show using the hashtag #GreatestTrek and find us on social media:YouTube | Facebook | X | Instagram | TikTok | Mastodon | Bluesky | ThreadsAnd check out these online communities run by FODs: Reddit | USS Hood Discord | Facebook group | Wikia | FriendsOfDeSoto.social

When Bill Tilley appears to ask Ben and Adam some hard-hitting questions from the Friends of DeSoto, f/m/k becomes issue one. But after Bill repeatedly crashes his 1987 Plymouth Turismo, the guys start to wonder if they should push him out of the driver's seat. When will Ben reach terminal levels of Josh? Will there ever be another Borgs storyline? How much of Ben and Adam's business acumen is bit based? It's the episode that thinks of Alfred Molina as THE guy from Boogie Nights.Support the production of Greatest TrekGet a thing at podshop.biz!Sign up for our mailing list!Greatest Trek is produced by Wynde PriddySocial media is managed by Rob Adler and Bill TilleyMusic by Adam RaguseaFriends of DeSoto for: Labor | Democracy | JusticeDiscuss the show using the hashtag #GreatestTrek and find us on social media:YouTube | Facebook | X | Instagram | TikTok | Mastodon | Bluesky | ThreadsAnd check out these online communities run by FODs: Reddit | USS Hood Discord | Facebook group | Wikia | FriendsOfDeSoto.social

Anne-Marie and Peter cover the last episode of Box Of Delights: Leave Us Not Little, Nor Yet Dark. This feed will be resurrected post-Easter, but until then you can catch the Orgs over on the main Borgcast feed talking TOS, and from 9th January, Lower Decks S5! The theme used for this podcast was originally part of the 3rd movement of the Carol Symphony by Victor Hely-Hutchinson, and here was arranged and performed by Mr Drew Barker esquire.

Anne-Marie and Peter cover episode 5 of Box Of Delights: Beware Of Yesterday. On Tuesday 17th we'll be watching the last episode, Leave Us Not Little, Nor Yet Dark. Feel free to send your thoughts in (just keep the feedback to less than 5 minutes please). Borgcast@gmail.com Or you can Bluesky us: @revorg.bsky.social or @BorgCastAMO.bsky.social  The theme used was originally part of the 3rd movement of the Carol Symphony by Victor Hely-Hutchinson, and here was arranged and performed by Mr Drew Barker esquire.

Anne-Marie and Peter cover episode 4 of Box Of Delights: The Spider In The Web. On Wednesday 1th we'll be watching episode 5, Beware Of Yesterday. Feel free to send your thoughts in (just keep the feedback to less than 5 minutes please). Borgcast@gmail.com Or you can Bluesky us: @revorg.bsky.social or @BorgCastAMO.bsky.social  The theme used was originally part of the 3rd movement of the Carol Symphony by Victor Hely-Hutchinson, and here was arranged and performed by Mr Drew Barker esquire.

Anne-Marie and Peter cover episode 3 of Box Of Delights: In Darkest Cellars Underneath. On Wednesday 4th we'll be watching episode 4, The Spider In The Web. Feel free to send your thoughts in (just keep the feedback to less than 5 minutes please). Borgcast@gmail.com Or you can Bluesky us: @revorg.bsky.social or @BorgCastAMO.bsky.social  The theme used was originally part of the 3rd movement of the Carol Symphony by Victor Hely-Hutchinson, and here was arranged and performed by Mr Drew Barker esquire.

Anne-Marie and Peter cover episode 2 of Box Of Delights: Where Shall The Nighted Snowman Go? On Tuesday 27th we'll be watching episode 3, In Darkest Cellars Underneath. Feel free to send your thoughts in (just keep the feedback to less than 5 minutes please). Borgcast@gmail.com Or you can Bluesky us: @revorg.bsky.social or @BorgCastAMO.bsky.social  The theme used was originally part of the 3rd movement of the Carol Symphony by Victor Hely-Hutchinson, and here was arranged and performed by Mr Drew Barker esquire.

Anne-Marie and Peter open the Box Of Delights and cover its first episode: When The Wolves Were Running. On Tuesday 19th we'll be watching, Where Shall The Nighted Snowman Go? Feel free to send your thoughts in (just keep the feedback to less than 5 minutes please). Borgcast@gmail.com Or you can Bluesky us: @revorg.bsky.social or @BorgCastAMO.bsky.social  The theme used was originally part of the 3rd movement of the Carol Symphony by Victor Hely-Hutchinson, and here was arranged and performed by Mr Drew Barker esquire.

How to fix your hangover? When it comes to health, Jill Grimes, MD, is PASSIONATE about PREVENTION. As a proud Fellow of the American Academy of Family Physicians, her practical and evidence-based advice covers all ages, genders and body parts. Dr. Grimes has always enjoyed educating, in and out of the exam rooms. Her message is shared across all media platforms, from print magazines and online forums, to radio talk shows and television. Dr. Grimes was a National Merit and President's Endowed Scholar at Texas A&M University, the Fightin' Texas Aggie Class of '87 (Whoop!) She earned her medical degree from Baylor College of Medicine, and completed her family medicine residency in Austin, TX, in 1991. After twenty years of private practice in Austin, Dr. Grimes then worked part-time on campus at the University of Texas University Health Services until 2020, at which point she pivoted to community outreach through public health initiatives during COVID. As a parent of freshly graduated college students herself, Dr. Grimes is especially empathetic to the medical challenges these young people experience. Dr. Grimes passion project, however, is an award-winning book now in it's third edition: the humorous and evidence-based “The ULTIMATE College Student Health Handbook: Your Guide for Everything from Hangovers to Homesickness”. In episode 518 of the Fraternity Foodie Podcast, we find out why Dr. Grimes chose Texas A&M for her undergraduate experience, what she does for the University of Massachusetts Medical School, what are BORGs and are they dangerous, what happens in your brain when you blackout from drinking, 5. what are the warning signs of alcohol poisoning, how do I fix my hangover from drinking alcohol, what is Dr. Grimes' stance on marijuana, and how do I know one of my friends needs help with their mental health. Enjoy! *Please note that Dr. Grimes offers medical information, not personal medical advice, and opinions do not necessarily represent those of any current or past employers. 

Aaron and John talk about the Yankees vs. Dodgers World Series matchup, the Twins hiring Matt Borgschulte as their new (old) hitting coach, the team MVP debate and other end-of-season awards, reviewing our over/under picks, and a clip from our chat with Phil Miller of the Star Tribune.

Episode 487 – How Would You Walk?   Today we have Sarah. She is 45 and lives in Indiana. She took her last drink on December 31st, 2022.   Let's talk AF International travel with Recovery Elevator. We've got some incredible trips in the works. We're going to Vietnam for 12 days in January 2025. Then Back to Costa Rica for our 4th trip to the Blue Zone in April 2025, and then, we're going back to Peru in October 2025 where we're going to the Inca Trail and work with Non-profit Peruvian Hearts again.   Athletic Greens   [02:42] Thoughts from Paul:   The World Heart Federation published a policy brief in 2022 staying there is “no level of alcohol consumption that is safe for health.” There was and still is a collective belief that alcohol is good for you. This is especially prominent in the wine culture.   The paradigm is slowly cracking which is a huge step in the right direction. When Paul started Recovery Elevator in 2015, you couldn't find that line anywhere. It was almost customary to see a line that says something like “studies show moderate alcohol consumption can improve heart health and longevity”.  Today the tides are turning and a narrative that alcohol can wreck your world (aka, the truth) is emerging. People are waking up to the lies that Big Alcohol has sold us.   Check out this recent article about a new phenomenon called BORGS explains what these are and then follows it up with the snippet about alcohol being shit.     [09:18] Paul introduces Sarah:   Sarah is 45 and lives in Indiana. She is married with two kids and works in marketing. When she isn't running the kids to their practices and games, she enjoys exercising, reading and backpacking.   Sarah parents divorced when she was 11 and she grew up with her mother who she was very close with. She doesn't recall alcohol being very present in their lives. Sarah didn't drink much in high school but in college and into her 20s, everything she and her friends did involved alcohol. She always knew her drinking looked a little different than everyone else's, but didn't identify it as a problem.   When Sarah was 35, her mother was diagnosed with brain cancer. Sarah quit working so that she could care for her mother through the diagnosis. Her drinking increased as she dealt with being a caretaker, having a family in addition to not working.   After her mother died four years later, Sarah says she did not know how to deal with life. She would drink into a blackout almost daily and was stuck in the cycle of wanting to quit but not being able to. Sarah began to worry that it might not be possible for her and worried that she would disappoint her mother if she wasn't able to quit.   In time, Sarah found sober podcasts and tried medications to help. She says Antabuse worked, but she would stop taking it in order to drink. No one knew she was taking it to try and quit and Sarah feels that by not sharing, she always left the door open to drink again.   Sarah knew something had to change and decided to come clean with her husband. Being active in the Café RE community helped Sarah gain the courage to choose a quit date and write a letter to her husband letting him know what was going on. Sarah says she received a lot of support from him.   After the physical withdrawals, Sarah felt hopeful. As the months went on, she protected her sobriety by avoiding situations where there was drinking, and she began to gain more confidence. Sarah says that when she has thoughts of drinking, she does chooses to put her energy into her sober resources instead.   Sarah's best sober moment: experiencing the Northern Lights with her son   Sarah's parting piece of guidance: never quit quitting.   [41:14] Outro:   Paul invites listeners to answer some questions not with words in their minds, but in how they carry themselves. How would you walk if…….?   Café RE – promo code OPPORTUNITY waives set up fee. RE merch Instagram   Recovery Elevator YouTube Sobriety Tracker iTunes      Recovery Elevator Go big, because eventually we'll all go home. I love you guys.

Recently, I went back to therapy. Penn says has already seen a difference in me and I can feel it too. I'm a big fan of therapy and have been in and out of it, for whatever reason, my entire adult life. Doing the work (plus being encouraged by my doctor to go on a pediatric-sized dose of medication) has made the world a little brighter and easier for me to navigate. It goes without saying that therapy and medication are very personal decisions, but I want to be transparent and set an example for my kids so that they're aware of the resources available to them.Many of you who have followed us for awhile know that I've been talking about getting a hobby for YEARS. (My hobby is talking about getting a hobby.) So, I asked all of you what hobbies you do! And friends, did you ever deliver with some unique ideas. From photography to composting to beekeeping, there were so many great and different suggestions, so thank you. On this week's podcast we react to some of those suggestions, discuss why hobbies are a good idea, and talk about us being quoted in People Magazine. (Let's set the record straight, BORGs are bad!) Get more information on our book tour and virtual events: https://theholdernessfamily.com/adhd-is-awesome/#tourShop Our MerchJoin Our NewsletterFollow us on YouTubeFollow us on InstagramFollow us on TikTok Follow us on FacebookKim and Penn are online content creators known for their award-winning videos, including original music, song parodies, and comedy sketches. Their videos have resulted in over 2 billion views and 8 million followers across their social media platforms since they (accidentally) went viral in 2013. They have a best-selling book on marriage communication, a top-rated podcast, a fun-filled family card game, and most recently, they were the winners on Season 33 of The Amazing Race.The Holderness Family Podcast is edited and engineered by Max Trujillo of Trujillo Media and produced by Ann Marie Taepke, Julie Frahm, and Sam Allen. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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Your hosts waste no time this week diving into The Bachelor finale, the Kate Middleton situation (major swing and miss from us there...) and Diddy getting raided. They come up with a new euphemism for how attractive gay people are and discuss how terrifying BORGs are. If you don't know what they are, you are old and not cool, sorry. They then try and figure out the hard hitting questions in life, like how long the Great Wall of China is and what exactly baking soda even is. Enjoy! Favorite things mentioned:   Quiet on Set: The Dark Side of Kids TV  The Wave  Palm Royale  Damsel  The Day After Tomorrow  Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow  What Happens Now? by Dasha  If I Had A Lover by Dylan Gossett  Ones and Pennies by Johnny Franco  Mood Swings by Marcus King   Thanks to our awesome sponsors for supporting this episode!  SKIMS: Shop SKIMS Bras at SKIMS.com. Now available in 62 sizes (30A - 46H). Plus, get free shipping on orders over $75! If you haven't yet, be sure to let them know we sent you! After you place your order, select "podcast" in the survey and select our show in the dropdown menu that follows. Beis: BÉIS is offering our listeners 15% off your first purchase by visiting BEISTRAVEL.com/YFT Boll & Branch: Get 15% off your first order when you use promo code FAVORITE at bollandbranch.com Don't forget to rate, review, and follow Your Favorite Podcast! Plus, keep up with us between episodes on our Instagram pages, @yftpodcast @wellsadams and @brandicyrus and be sure to leave us a voicemail with your fave things at 858-630-1856! See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Your hosts waste no time this week diving into The Bachelor finale, the Kate Middleton situation (major swing and miss from us there...) and Diddy getting raided. They come up with a new euphemism for how attractive gay people are and discuss how terrifying BORGs are. If you don't know what they are, you are old and not cool, sorry. They then try and figure out the hard hitting questions in life, like how long the Great Wall of China is and what exactly baking soda even is. Enjoy!  Favorite things mentioned:   Quiet on Set: The Dark Side of Kids TV  The Wave  Palm Royale  Damsel  The Day After Tomorrow  Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow  What Happens Now? by Dasha  If I Had A Lover by Dylan Gossett  Ones and Pennies by Johnny Franco  Mood Swings by Marcus King    Thanks to our awesome sponsors for supporting this episode!   SKIMS: Shop SKIMS Bras at SKIMS.com. Now available in 62 sizes (30A - 46H). Plus, get free shipping on orders over $75! If you haven't yet, be sure to let them know we sent you! After you place your order, select "podcast" in the survey and select our show in the dropdown menu that follows.  Beis: BÉIS is offering our listeners 15% off your first purchase by visiting BEISTRAVEL.com/YFT  Boll & Branch: Get 15% off your first order when you use promo code FAVORITE at bollandbranch.com  Don't forget to rate, review, and follow Your Favorite Podcast! Plus, keep up with us between episodes on our Instagram pages, @yftpodcast @wellsadams and @brandicyrus and be sure to leave us a voicemail with your fave things at 858-630-1856! 

When the li'lest Borgs leave Voyager for good, Icheb stays aboard to try to Wesley Crusher his way onto the bridge. But when Seven's cortical node goes on the fritz, her pupil ends up on the trolly tracks where a sacrifice is the only way to save her life. Which body part is the most problematic for gash? What do screenwriting manuals say about Icheb's brother? How many iPads does it take to make a point? It's the episode with a very specific tear dangle!Support the production of The Greatest Generation.Friends of DeSoto for Democracy.Friends of DeSoto for Justice. Friends of DeSoto for Labor.Follow The Game of Buttholes: The Will of the Caretaker!Music by Adam Ragusea & Dark MateriaFollow The Greatest Generation on Twitter, and discuss the show using the hashtag #GreatestGen!The Greatest Generation is on YouTube.Facebook group | Subreddit | Discord | WikiSign up for our mailing list!Get a thing at podshop.biz!