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Bratři Kristián a Honza žijí v dětském domově v Novém Strašecí zhruba tři roky a jsou za něj vděční. Jednu dobu s rodiči neměli kde bydlet a co jíst. Dvanáctiletý Honza je teď nově ve sportovní třídě, Kristián se zase s fotbalem podíval do Německa. V časosběrném seriálu Radiožurnálu Bydliště: Dětský domov sourozenci rozebírají i hru na pokuty za sprostá slova.

Bratři Kristián a Honza žijí v dětském domově v Novém Strašecí zhruba tři roky a jsou za něj vděční. Jednu dobu s rodiči neměli kde bydlet a co jíst. Dvanáctiletý Honza je teď nově ve sportovní třídě, Kristián se zase s fotbalem podíval do Německa. V časosběrném seriálu Radiožurnálu Bydliště: Dětský domov sourozenci rozebírají i hru na pokuty za sprostá slova.Všechny díly podcastu Seriál Radiožurnálu můžete pohodlně poslouchat v mobilní aplikaci mujRozhlas pro Android a iOS nebo na webu mujRozhlas.cz.

Connor Pugs tells Stories about THE MOST SPOILED BRAT ON THE INTERNET!! (Best Stories to Chill/Sleep to)Storytime told by Connor Pugs of the Most Spoiled Brat Rich Kid Spoiled Kid on the entire internet! This Spoiled brat is a rich kid of tiktok and for sure lives off Daddy's Money. This spoiled brat will make you cringe. Try not to cringe and try not to laugh at these funny and hilarious and cringey spoiled brat story times!

„Kyjevu je potrebné stále pomáhať, musí zvíťaziť. Ak Ukrajina nezvíťazí, tá vojna sa bude týkať každého jedného z nás,“ tvrdí Marián Kulich z iniciatívy Mier Ukrajine.Po miliónoch pre Ukrajinu napadnutú Putinovou ozbrojenou mašinériou a po protestných zhromaždeniach proti premiérovej návšteve Moskvy a jeho podávaniu si rúk s agresorom sa iniciatíva Mier Ukrajine ozýva opäť. Volá po preverení najnovších aktivít prokremeľskej skupiny Brat za brata, ktorá avizovala budovanie akejsi paralelnej informačnej služby. S cieľom: „zbierať informácie na všetkých, ktorí poškodzujú Slovensko“. Mier Ukrajine sa obrátila na štátne orgány.Naďalej však pokračuje v pomoci napadnutej Ukrajine – zvlášť teraz pred zimou, ktorá sa aj vzhľadom na pokračujúce ruské útoky na energetickú infraštruktúru ukazuje ako riziková. Naviac v čase, keď náš južný sused Viktor Orbán avizuje akúsi protiukrajinskú alianciu, v ktorej vidí aj Slovensko.Na Ukrajinu a jej potreby a tiež na možné stopy Kremľa u nás sa pozrieme s Mariánom Kulichom práve z iniciatívy Mier Ukrajine.„Tvária sa (Brat za brata), že presadzujú národné záujmy, no keď sa na ne pozrieme bližšie, vidíme, že nie sú v súlade so záujmami Slovenska, ale sú v súlade so záujmami ruskej vojny a Ruska na Slovensku,“ hovorí Kulich.Podcast pripravil Jaroslav Barborák.

„Kyjevu je potrebné stále pomáhať, musí zvíťaziť. Ak Ukrajina nezvíťazí, tá vojna sa bude týkať každého jedného z nás,“ tvrdí Marián Kulich z iniciatívy Mier Ukrajine.Po miliónoch pre Ukrajinu napadnutú Putinovou ozbrojenou mašinériou a po protestných zhromaždeniach proti premiérovej návšteve Moskvy a jeho podávaniu si rúk s agresorom sa iniciatíva Mier Ukrajine ozýva opäť. Volá po preverení najnovších aktivít prokremeľskej skupiny Brat za brata, ktorá avizovala budovanie akejsi paralelnej informačnej služby. S cieľom: „zbierať informácie na všetkých, ktorí poškodzujú Slovensko“. Mier Ukrajine sa obrátila na štátne orgány.Naďalej však pokračuje v pomoci napadnutej Ukrajine – zvlášť teraz pred zimou, ktorá sa aj vzhľadom na pokračujúce ruské útoky na energetickú infraštruktúru ukazuje ako riziková. Naviac v čase, keď náš južný sused Viktor Orbán avizuje akúsi protiukrajinskú alianciu, v ktorej vidí aj Slovensko.Na Ukrajinu a jej potreby a tiež na možné stopy Kremľa u nás sa pozrieme s Mariánom Kulichom práve z iniciatívy Mier Ukrajine.„Tvária sa (Brat za brata), že presadzujú národné záujmy, no keď sa na ne pozrieme bližšie, vidíme, že nie sú v súlade so záujmami Slovenska, ale sú v súlade so záujmami ruskej vojny a Ruska na Slovensku,“ hovorí Kulich.Podcast pripravil Jaroslav Barborák.

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Heute gibt es eine Premiere: Der erste deutschsprachige, vielleicht sogar weltweit erste, Bitcoin Koch-Podcast. Jan-Paul und Chris haben sich mit Phil getroffen und von ihm zeigen lassen, wie man ein gutes Steak brät - Proof of Steak sozusagen. Dazu gibt es Kartoffel-Karotten-Stampf, gratinierte Rote Bete, abgerundet mit einem köstlichen Rotweinjus und viele Kochtipps und Einblicke in Phils Bitcoin Aktivitäten.Von und mit: - Chris - Jan-Paul - DerPhiLProduziert und geschnitten: ChrisHier könnt ihr uns eine Spende über Lightning da lassen: ⚡️nodesignal@getalby.comNeben dem Podcast findet ihr uns auch auf YouTubeFür Feedback und weitergehenden Diskussionen kommt gerne in die Telegramgruppe von Nodesignal und bewertet uns bei Spotify und Apple Podcasts, das hilft uns sehr. Folgt uns auch gerne bei Nostr:npub1n0devk3h2l3rx6vmt24a3lz4hsxp7j8rn3x44jkx6daj7j8jzc0q2u02cy und Twitter.Blockzeit: 917097Telegram: @DerPhiL_1web: bitcoiner.bio/DerPhiLBlocktrainer Bitcoin Podcast • Re:set #3 - ..gesichert Pleb-extrem • Listen on FountainMusik: Vivaldi Concerto in G minor, RV 571Timestamps:(00:00:00) Intro(00:00:22) Genüssliches Intro(00:02:27) Willkommen in Phils Küche(00:07:28) Wer ist Phil?(00:19:42) Kochen mit Kochbier(00:21:17) Fleischkunde(00:26:43) Erstmal Gemüse(00:31:46) Böse Seedoils ... oder Bitcoiner Legend?(00:37:35) Gemüse schnibbeln(00:44:04) Fleisch parieren(00:47:51) Bratöl?!?!(00:50:56) Cast Iron oder Stainless Steel?(00:55:36) Immer noch Fleisch parieren(00:56:17) Was ist eine Jus?(01:09:14) Küchenhierarchie(01:11:44) Es bleibt alles wie es ist(01:13:22) Mikro ... fail(01:17:56) Aufgetischt(01:23:23) Prost und tschüss

Magazín: Akademie Moravských bratří; kniha Když dítě trpí. Hovoří: David Rafael, Zuzana Kempná.Tento podcast můžete podpořit na https://radio7.cz

Send us a textTorry (Ready to be Petty and Ready to be Romanced) joins me to discuss Actually Romantic off The Life of a Showgirl. We pick apart every interaction Taylor Swift has ever had with Charli XCX and deep dive the lyrics of Actually Romantic AND Sympathy is a Knife off Brat. Buckle up for all the drama with Matty Healy, FKA Twigs, Rina, and Camilla Cabello. Support the show

Was macht Menschen wirklich an? Warum dominiert das Submissive die Statistik – und was verraten Bondage, Orgasmuskontrolle & Brat über unsere Generation? In dieser Folge sprechen wir mit Marina, Gründerin von Deviance, über den Kink Report 2025, die spannendsten Zahlen aus über 22.000 BDSM- und Fetisch-Profilen und was sie über Sexualität, Beziehung und Identität heute verraten.

Ve Sboru českých bratří v Mladé Boleslavi otevřel bránu svět plný představivosti, hravosti a vynalézavosti. Navštívit tam můžete interaktivní výstavu nazvanou Imaginárium Divadla bratří Formanů a jejich přátel. Výstava představuje živou hernu scénografie a loutkového divadla.

„My jsme nebyli podnikatelé. Byli jsme normální kluci, sportovci. A podnikateli jsme se stali až časem,“ říkají bratři Tomáš a Marek Vaněčkovi, zakladatelé firmy Švihej, která prodala přes 100 000 švihadel a vybudovala komunitu 50 000 aktivních lidí — šviháků.V další epizodě podcastu ROŽNI mluví o tom, jak z vlastní potřeby vznikl nápad na dovoz kvalitních švihadel z USA, proč se nakonec rozhodli vytvořit vlastní produkt a jak se jim podařilo přetavit obyčejné sportovní náčiní v nástroj pro budování komunity a motivaci k pohybu.Dozvíte se, co stálo za raketovým růstem firmy, proč přestali spolupracovat s čínskými dodavateli a začali vyrábět v Česku i jak vznikl jejich online portál s tréninkovými plány, který si dnes předplácí 1 500 lidí.

Theme Park Guys: We check back in with the Theme Park Guys that may have a major announcement. Theme Park Tragedies: We have someone living the dream and passing away on the Haunted Mansion in Disneyland followed by a suicide at Disney World Resort. What is up with theme parks? Corey's Twitter: Whether it be someone being mean or someone being nice, it is most likely us. The saga continues. Also we check in on Andy on Dancing With The Stars, he's still out there! THE BEAR!, FUCK YOU, WATCH THIS!, YE!, KANYE!, MONSTER!, RICK ROSS!, JAY-Z!, NICKI MINAJ!, GHOST IN MY CORNER!, PICK ME TRUMP!, HEAVEN!, SHY!, DWTS!, EMMA!, ANDY!, MAGIC OF A THEME PARK!, THEME PARK GUYS!, BIG NEWS!, SNAPBACK!, HUNTER!, NICK!, BEST FRIENDS!, MORTAL ENEMIES!, SUPERCHATS!, EMPATH!, MLK!, N-PATH!, MIKE COSIGNED!, SWEET SUMMER CHILD!, ANNOYED!, PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE!, EPISODE!, RAMBLING!, EPIC UNIVERSE!, THAT TRACKS!, TIM TRACKER!, LEAVING THE SHOW!, LOST TWO CO HOSTS!, FAMILY ANNIHILIATION!, HAUNTED MANSION!, DIED!, PASSED AWAY!, DEATH AT DISNEY!, MACABRE!, TRUE CRIME!, HITCHHIKING GHOSTS!, BIG T!, GHOUL IN THE CASKET!, LET ME OUTTA HERE!, TMZ!, STRETCHER!, CONTEMPORARY RESORT!, CINDERELLA SUITE!, FIREWORKS!, SUICIDE!, DREW STRUZAN!, MOVIE POSTER!, ART!, COREY'S TWITTER!, WEREWOLVES!, MONSTER TRUCKS!, JAMES AND THOSE!, WOLFMAN!, GRANDSON!, PICTURE!, DJ EDOC!, REMIX!, CHARACTERS!, JAMIE KENNEDY'S PODCAST!, BABAWAWA!, SNL!, CONVENTION!, BRAT!, DOMESTIC VIOLENCE!, PERIOD!, PMSING!, BEING A BRAT!, ANDY RICHTER!, DEDICATION NIGHT!, DAUGHTER!, COREY'S FAMILY!, ROBERT IRWIN!, KERRI GREEN!, GOONIES!  You can find the videos from this episode at our Discord RIGHT HERE!

In episode 95 of the Summits Podcast, co-hosts Vince Todd, Jr. and Daniel Abdallah are joined by Jasmine Gonzalvo, Clinical Professor of Pharmacy Practice at Purdue University College of Pharmacy and breast cancer survivor. Tune in as Jasmine shares her breast cancer journey and the priorities she has now in survivorship. “Cancer gave me the slap in the face that I needed to be present for the right reasons.”

Diár brata Filipa si môžete objednať tu: https://obchod.postoj.sk/produkt/diar-2026-vyuzi-rok-male-kroky-po-velkej-ceste Knihu rozhovorov s bratom Filipom si môžete objednať tu: https://obchod.postoj.sk/produkt/brat-filip Františkán Filip Andrej Čierny hovorí o tom, ako mu kniha rozhovorov zmenila život, čo trápi chudobných na periférii, prečo sa premiér po atentáte nezmenil a prečo nemá novela ústavy nič spoločné s „kostolnými“ témami. Táto relácia vznikla vďaka našim podporovateľom. Pridajte sa k nim, prosím, teraz aj vy na: https://podpora.postoj.sk/podporte-najsilnejsie-konzervativne-medium?referral_source=youtube&referral_campaign=youtube&utm_source=youtube. Ďakujeme.

Zapraszamy do wysłuchania nowego odcinka polskiego podcastu kryminalnego Oblicze Zbrodni pod tytułem „Brat przeciw bratu. Bydgoska tragedia, która rozdarła więzy”. Dwaj bracia, jedna kobieta. Namiętność, zazdrość, zbrodnia. Jacek, Piotrek, Patrycja. Morderstwo czy nieumyślne spowodowanie śmierci? Posłuchaj True Crime, prosto z Bydgoszczy, które wstrząsnęło Polską._______________________________________________Znajdziesz nasz podcast na:YouTube playlista: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLDFV8HIP_JmjVxy9zf4pLfCJzB8ZASmAh Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/6uWXX7c61o6YyeW11txk2iApple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/pl/podcast/oblicze-zbrodni/id1612979180KONTAKT: obliczezbrodni@gmail.com______________________________________________Podcast Kryminalny Oblicze Zbrodni #podcastkryminalny #truecrimepolska #podcastykryminalne #morderstwo @ObliczeZbrodni

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Storytime told by Connor Pugs of the Most Spoiled Brat Rich Kid Spoiled Kid on the entire internet! This Spoiled brat is a rich kid of tiktok and for sure lives off Daddy's Money. This spoiled brat will make you cringe. Try not to cringe and try not to laugh at these funny and hilarious and cringey spoiled brat story times!

Brat bi se rad z zvijačo polastil prestola. Pripoveduje: Romana Šalehar. Napisala: June Swanson. Prevedla: Katja Širca. Posneto v studiih Radia Slovenija 1995.

Dearest faithful EIC listeners, happy Friday, it's time for a round table discussion to dissect the biggest stories from the week.The UK's first ever celebrity Traitors is here, following beloved series across in the US. This cohort include huge figures like Stephen Fry, Claire Balding, Jonathan Ross, Charlotte Church, Alan Carr and Nick Mohammed to name a few. The show, which was recorded earlier this year at Ardross Castle in Scotland, features 19 celebrity contestants competing for a prize of £100,000 for a charity of their choosing. We talk about whether or the beloved show is executing this new famous format.Next up, sugar daddy finances. We recently read a piece for Bustle by Camille Soheet Pesha called Even The Sugar Daddies Are Feeling The Squeeze: As costs of living climb, high earners who once had money to burn on their sex lives are cutting back.” And in the piece she explores a troubling trend where the men who were once willing and able to splash the cash on sugar babies are now struggling to keep up. Sugar dating, for anyone not aware, is a type of transactional relationship where sugar daddies, typically older and wealthier, would offer gifts and money and a better quality of life to often younger, very beautiful women who offer companionship and intimacy. We discuss our thoughts on the piece.Lastly, last year we had Brat girl summer, but the season of green might not be over yet, are we potentially having Zack Polanski autumn? The Green party has reached over 110,000 members at the time of recording, for the first time. In England and Wales the party has had over a 55% rise in membership since Polanski took over last month. Polanski has had an unconventional path to politics, previously working as an actor, hypnotherapist and mental health counsellor. And yet is proving to be one of the most effective communicators we've seen in a very long time. One of Polanksi's slogans is ‘Let's make hope normal again', is this stratospheric new interest in the Green Party making us feel hopeful?We hope you enjoy listening, please do leave us a review on Apple Podcasts and a rating on Spotify or wherever you get podcasts, love, O,R,B xxRuchira's been loving: RoofmanBeth's been loving: Better ManOenone's been loving: Game Of ThronesThe Celebrity TraitorsEven The Sugar Daddies Are Feeling The SqueezeGreen Party over 100k membersThanks so much to Cue for editing this podcast. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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This week is the Battle of the Girl Groups and everything is Brat coded! The queens split into two teams and write original verses, rehearse group choreography, and attempt to serve party girl pop princess for Mother. Did she in fact eat that?? Ask the judges! Plus the runway category is ‘Cuddly Wuddly' but some of the girls are giving 'Saggly Waggly' or just plain sad…bear…zombie.Listen to Race Chaser Ad-Free on MOM PlusFollow us on IG at @racechaserpod and click the link in bio for a list of organizations you can donate to in support of Black Lives MatterFOLLOW ALASKAhttps://twitter.com/Alaska5000https://www.instagram.com/theonlyalaska5000https://www.facebook.com/AlaskaThunderhttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UC9vnKqhNky1BcWqXbDs0NAQFOLLOW WILLAMhttps://twitter.com/willamhttps://www.instagram.com/willamhttps://www.facebook.com/willamhttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCrO9hj5VqGJufBlVJy-8D1gRACE CHASER IS A FOREVER DOG PODCASTSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

O Flow Games de hoje está super especial: vamos falar com o Hugo "Hugo4Fun" Carvalho, da  @BrATSpeedruns  e o  @SaveManual  sobre este universo fascinante dos speedruns, do cenário internacional ao nacional, falando das iniciativas como o AGDQ e o Brazilians Against Time, agora em versão 2025!Vem que hoje a conversa tá incrível!

Storytime of an entitled spoiled brat rich kid who is super entitled. the most ENTITLED spoiled brat...

Featuring: Ashgar, Belghast, Kodra, Tamrielo, and Thalen   Hey Folks! We start off the show with a discussion about how we all dogpiled on Discord and attempted the pre-release version of the MIT Mystery Hunt… and for those completely lost about the show title, one of the clues to one of the puzzles… was just the specific color of the Charlie XCX Brat Album. From there, Bel talks a bit about the Halloween event in Guild Wars 2 and how some folks take the Mad King's Labyrinth way the hell too seriously.  Tam discusses what seems to be a complete rework of how the factions work in Infinity, and Bel discusses the launch of World of Warcraft Legion Remix.  We talk a bit more about Hades II, and more specifically playing the game AFTER beating Cronos.  Finally, Bel talks just a little bit about his early experiences in Blue Protocol, where he is trying to find the fun in the game.   Topics Discussed: AggroChat vs Mystery Hunt Mad King's Labyrinth in GW2 Infinity Major Factions Update World of Warcraft Legion Remix Hades II Blue Protocol

Storytime told by Connor Pugs of a spoiled rich kid who is a rich kid of tiktok and lives on daddy's money and thinks he can run the world. Spoiled Brat Think's He's The President.... try not to laugh at these funny and hilarious spoiled brat rich kid story time

Storytime told by Connor Pugs of these spoiled brat and spoiled rich kid stories where the spoiled brat aka the rich kid of tiktok aka daddy's money gets owned and pranked because they are annoying and spoiled. Try not to laugh at these funny and hilarious rich kid stories!

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Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 1 When Glen Zane Braxton is accidentally accepted into a fundamentalist women s college. In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels. Leading up to the first day of college. Every old trick was invented by someone once upon a time. A Little Background: Hi. My name is Glenn Zane Braxton but everyone calls me Zane. I'm a good-looking (or so I'm told) athletic kid just over six feet tall and just under two hundred pounds. I get my Nordic looks from my Mom who hails from Norway. I apparently get my optimistic attitude and loose moral structure from my Dad, though I was to learn that Mom was a bit freaky too. My parents were killed in a rock climbing accident when I was fifteen so I was sent to live with my Uncle Tim (Dad's younger brother) and Aunt Jill. Unfortunately for me, while my parents had been rich hedonists, Tim and Jill were fundamentalist Christians doing missionary work in northern Thailand. I spent the next two-and-a-half years in a place where a paved road was a luxury. I have nothing against Christianity; I consider myself a decent Christian but I believe my faith stops at the next person's 'I'm not interested'. My aunt and uncle were a very different breed. They believed that it was every Christian's duty to convert our little brown brothers and sisters (no shit, this is what Tim told me) whether they wanted it or not. Needless to say, I witnessed them busting their self-righteous heads against the faith and traditions of these ancient people they'd come to 'help enlighten,' while I learned all about Thai culture, cuisine, and kick-boxing. I learned that spending time with Thai women was a hell of a way to get another kind of education too. On the down side, Tim beat me whenever he found out about the women. To get back at him, I spent time with Buddhist monks - score one for the Zen! Three months ago there was an incredibly brutal monsoon and something possessed Tim to go down to the river to save people. Since every sane individual was running away from the river, I pleaded that we go with the people that actually knew what was going on. Instead, I ended up with my Aunt and Uncle hip deep in the muddy water when an uprooted tree hit Tim and Jill. Like a fool I jumped into the flood waters after them. I got to Jill - Tim was a goner. Afterwards, when I realized that no Tim meant a return to the States, I was not crying tears of joy - that would have been cruel. After they gave up the search for Tim, Jill and I returned to Western Civilization. Jill surprised me by actually having a college degree that was useful and she got a job in Virginia working as an insurance adjuster for a nice sized company. I had completed my high school credits online back in Thailand and passed my college entrance exam so I was looking forward to partying it up somewhere far away from Jill. Fate has a funny way of laughing at me, though. For some byzantine reason, Dad set up my trust fund so that I would get a fraction of my inheritance when I turned eighteen, as long as I was in an institution of higher learning approved of by Tim and Jill - now just Jill. Otherwise, I had to wait until I was twenty-one. I wanted to go to the University of Hawaii Jill found a nice little place close to what she called home, real close. Speaking of home; our living arrangements were courtesy of Tim's generous insurance policy and his own little share of Dad's family's money. She bought us an expansive two-story spread with nice large yards, front and back, right where the countryside hits the suburbs. I wished we had a pool and even offered to dip into my own funds to have one put in but since pools were 'cesspits of depravity' Jill nixed the notion. Getting a car was also an interesting discussion. Jill said 'no way' and wouldn't budge until we noticed that our neighbors were two nice looking ladies in their twenties (I guessed). On the day we moved in I went over to talk (I'm drawn to women like a comet to the Sun) and spent over an hour getting to know them. There were two big pluses about their place; one was the large pool in back, which the girls (there turned out to be more than two) promised I could use whenever I wanted, real nice of them. The other one was, When I got home I told Jill not to worry about the car; the cute lesbian couple offered to pick me up from school whenever I needed a ride. "Are they atheists?" Jill gasped. Apparently them being homosexuals wasn't enough? "Nah, they are Wiccans," I lied again with a smile. We went car shopping the next day. I figured I would tell Jill we lived next to a sorority house (to the other university in town) at some later date. What Not to Wear Moving in turned out to be half the battle for my life at the new house. Next came the clothing war. Personally, I think I look great naked and do wonderful with people of the female persuasion but in Virginia they arrest you for this. Since I only have a twenty percent chance of being taken in by a female police officer (or the five percent of the male officers who are out and-out homosexuals), I'm going to go to jail if I go around nude. My solution was to look around the local teenage hangouts, websites, and social networks to get me a style that would be both individualistic yet fit in. Aunt Jill was of the opinion that my school uniform (see below) would be my normal look. When I told her I'd use my own money to get what I wanted she threatened to throw them out because I was still living under her roof. I got pissed off and since my outlet options were pretty limited, I stupidly went to my room and did what every teenage boy should never do when their female guardian is at home - maybe I have malaria and the fever was clouding my thought processes. In Thailand I would simply go out into the jungle Jill never went out into the wilderness if she could help it. There was no jungle and Jill knew right where my room was, and since it was her house, she barged right in. Half way through giving me a piece of her mind Jill noticed me, the Vaseline, the box of Kleenex, and what my hand was pumping. I yanked the comforter on my bed, trying to cover myself, which resulted in my flipping off the bed (I was sitting on the comforter) and rolling to Jill's feet. Jill stood there with her mouth wide open, eyes glued to my cock. I stopped pumping but my rod wouldn't go down despite my shame, not of my erection but because I didn't like sexually taunting a recent widow. "That's, that's disgusting," she gasped while still fixated on my erection. I wiggled around so that I could pull up my underwear and slacks. Once my cock was under cover Jill started harping on me. "You vile pervert," she seethed. "What is the meaning of you showing your, thing to me? You are filthy. Wash your sheets then wash your hands then never do this again." "Um, Jill, Aunt Jill, I'm an eighteen-year-old male. I need to masturbate," I informed her. "Not in this house," she said shrilly. I grabbed the tissues and Vaseline, then headed for the door. "Where are you going?" she worried. "Into the woods out back," I answered as I tried to move past her. "I kind of need to finish this." "You will do no such thing," Jill gasped as she grabbed my arm, "you might be seen, and it's wrong." First priority for Jill was social appearances while my spiritual well-being was somewhat less important at that moment. "Jill," I cautioned her, "I really need to knock one out. I'm stressed." Jill grabbed the Vaseline and tissues from my hands, not because she was stronger but because in my own twisted way, I still acknowledged Jill as my authority figure; not much of one, but one nonetheless. Ripping them away from her wasn't an option so, "Jill, you are my only parent now. I need to come to you about, things sexual," I suggested. "No," Jill responded with some shock. "There will be no sex in this house. You will have sex when you are married and not before, ever. Even then, sex is only for procreation." "Jill, I'm not a virgin," I informed her. Her jaw dropped but I'm not sure if it was shock, horror, or something else. "You've had sex with a girl?" she whispered. "Aunt Jill, I had twenty girlfriends back at the mission," I related. "Did, Did Tim know? How did it happen? When did you do it?" she stammered. "Tim knew; that is why he kept beating my ass. "It happened simply enough; we would be bathing down at the river and if we liked what we'd seen and if things clicked, we'd go fool around. Sometimes we'd kiss and touch and sometimes we'd have sex; you know, blowjobs, cunnilingus, vaginal and anal sex," I continued. "Gack, ah, oh, God preserve me," Jill sputtered. "As for when, the best time was right after Bible study when you and Tim were preoccupied with the parents and us kids could sneak off to a house and fool around in the common room, and then couples would pair up and have sex in the bedrooms," I finished. "Oh, poor Tim," Jill moaned as she slumped against the door sill. "Can I have my stuff and go now?" I asked softly. "No," she snapped. We kind of stood there for a minute before she asked, "Were you sneaking peeks of me at the river?" "Umm," I half turned away, "yeah, I did." Jill looked offended. "You are very sexy, Jill," I attempted to mollify her. It didn't work. "You pervert, you freak, that's incest. It is against God's Laws!" she screamed at me. "Jill, we are not blood related, and I never said I actually wanted to sleep with you, only that you have a very nice body," I countered calmly. "Shut up! Stop talking," she shouted, before storming off, leaving me even more frustrated. An hour later Jill sent me out to get some pizza but when I got back she wasn't in the house, though her car was still in the garage. I smelled smoke and followed the scent out into the backyard. I saw what Jill was doing; she didn't need to tell me what she was up to but she did it anyway. "I think we need to put your misspent time in Thailand behind you," she announced, "so I've decided it is best to get rid of all the clothes, books, and statues you brought back." "You should have asked me," I stated. Of course, this meant War. "You are awash in sin, Zane," she answered in this twisted, loving tone. I turned and went in the house. What had that monk said to me when I'd discussed my relationship with Tim and Jill? One does not build a house of stone out of grass Which he suggested meant petty payback satisfies little and is soon gone, but real revenge comes from working permanent change on your opponent. Over the next four days I ordered a secure chest online, withdrew my bank limit each day, and started taking a pitcher of grape juice to my room at bedtime (it will make sense in a moment). I decided to start my plan Sunday night. Stage One: after Jill has gone to bed, fill her car up with gas and report all her credit cards and bank card stolen. We have plenty of food in the kitchen and Jill takes her lunch to work so with the car full of gas she won't immediately notice her cards are useless tomorrow. Also withdraw yet another five hundred dollars with my bank card, which is the daily limit. Stage Two: Once Jill has gone to work, I put three of her Sunday's Best into the steel chest, to which I have the only combination. Burn every piece of ultra-conservative matronly-wear, from underwear to bathrobes to jackets. Now that mid-morning has come, I head over to the Sorority House and enlist the aid of my two new friends, Leigh and Corrie. We go clothes shopping with the money I've saved up. Each 'sister' gets one thing (for services rendered) and the rest of the money we dump on getting Jill everything a sexually confident and active twenty-something would wear (Jill's only thirty) as well as getting me some normal clothes. I'm not going to attempt to make Jill dress like a hooker; that would never work. Jill's been warped by her narrow-minded environment for all of her three decades so making her more tolerant is going to take time. Stage Three: As we are heading to the bedrooms that evening I 'accidently' bump into Jill and soak her with a pitcher of grape juice she now knows I'm taking to my room on a regular basis. Grape juice doesn't come out and a pitcher will soak her down to her underwear and bra. "Sorry, Aunt Jill," I blathered. "Oh, Zane, this dress is totally ruined. I should make you pay to replace it," she sounded cross. "Consider it done," I offered. Technically, I'd already bought her a new one. Jill went into the bathroom muttering Leviticus before tossing me a roll of paper towels to clean up the spilled juice. "Zane?" Jill called from the bathroom with a hint of concern. "Yes?" I responded from the hallway. "Where is my bathrobe?" she inquired. "In the laundry," I lied. I hear her putter around for a few seconds, then, "Go to your room and shut the door," she ordered me. I got up and made a point of noisily shutting my door. Half a minute later the bathroom door squeaked open and I heard Jill pad quietly to her room and shut the door. I opened my door and sprinted to the bathroom. I retrieved her clothes from the hamper and tossed them in the sink, got the carefully secreted lighter fluid from underneath, doused them, and tossed in a lit match. At the same time as I'm doing this, I heard Jill slamming dresser drawers open and shut. "ZANE!" Boy, what have you done?" Jill shouted from her room. I raced out of the bathroom (on purpose) at the same time Jill burst out of her room so we were basically five feet apart when Jill remembered that she was naked; I was barefoot in pajama bottoms. Jill's look was priceless as she realized that the number of men who'd seen her totally naked since she hit puberty had just doubled. She spun around and bolted into her room, door slamming shut once more. It took her a few moments to form a plan. "Zane, go to your room and shut the door," she growled with a tad more control. "Sure thing." I grinned as I walked to my room, shut the door, and leaned against it waiting for what I knew would unfold next. Sure enough, Jill raced to the bathroom. "Zane, where is my dress?" "In the sink," I told her. Three, two, one. "ZANE! What have you done!" she screamed once more. "My bra, my underwear, my hose, she sobbed. "Jane, you have a robe in your closet. If you want, put it on and come to my room so we can talk this over," I suggested. I didn't hear anything for fifteen minutes as I waited on my bed. Finally, the door swung open slowly and Jill took a half step into my room. Her eyes were downcast in shame but her voice was full of hurt and anger. In her mind there was no possible reason for me to have done this. She was pulling off the Hurt Little Girl bit really well with her mid-thigh crimson satin robe and her wavy, deep-red hair flowing loosely over her shoulders and down her back. "I can't believe you picked this out for me to wear, Zane. Now where are my clothes?" she ground out. "Jill, you look good in that, really good, but I didn't pick it out for you. I had our next-door neighbors do that because you are all beautiful young women," I explained. "If you tell me what color you are wearing, I'll tell you where your clothes are." Jill stood stock still as she worked out that I was talking about her panties. "Blue, the deep blue ones, with the black, lace," she whispered. "Not the white?" I had to ask since I would have guessed this was the first pair of non-white panties she'd ever worn. Her constricted mind had expanded a tiny bit. "The white ones were nearly see-through," she answered after a second. I had to agree with that. "I put your clothes exactly where you put all the stuff I brought back from Thailand," I answered. It took a moment for that to sink in. Her burning green eyes popped up in shock. "What am I going to wear to work tomorrow?" she wailed. "I'll tell you if you agree to one request I have for you," I replied with compassion. "Fine," she hiccupped. She was so body conscious that she wasn't really thinking about the implications of what she was saying but I believed she would still honor her word. "I want you to wear your hair down all day tomorrow, or in a ponytail, but that's it," I ordered. Jill looked at me truly confused; she always wore it in a bun. "But why?" she questioned. "I don't understand." "Your hair is beautiful when it is down, Aunt Jill. I figure it wouldn't kill you to try a new look," I answered. Again, she didn't understand but I was okay with that, and getting her clothes out of the closet was part of the deal. I pulled out bag after bag and set them on the bed. Jill stepped up during the process and pulled various articles of clothing out, utterly flummoxed with what she was discovering. This wasn't slut-wear but it would definitely show more of her curves and skin than she would have ever normally considered. When I finished bringing bags out she looked past me, expecting more. "I can't wear any of this," she declared. "Please tell me you didn't really destroy my clothes." "Jill, I did burn up most of your clothes and you can wear what I bought you. You are thirty, not sixty-five. When I jumped into that river, God decided that I rescued you and not Tim, and I can't believe I saved you so you could go right back to the same life you had before," I interpreted what might have been true, God doesn't talk to me. "What did I do to deserve this, Zane?" she pleaded. "You burned up all my stuff from Thailand, Jill. And while you might think of this as revenge, it's not. You may not see it this way now but one day, I hope you will understand that I love you," I told her. "Zane, I don't understand. What you did was evil, despicable, and wicked and I won't tolerate it. We should pray to God, me for guidance and you for forgiveness," she pouted. She made to kneel down at my bedside so I followed out of long practice. We clasped our hands in prayer and while Jill closed her eyes, mine remained open. Now, my bed is not even at knee level so when Jill knelt down to pray, leaning forward until her elbows were on the mattress, she inadvertently thrust her ass backwards, yes, Jill was doggy style on my bed. I had abstractly known Jill was attractive but the thought of having sex with her had never come up. What was now 'coming up' was suddenly a problem, as were my attempts to keep up with exactly what Jill was asking God for, but the gist of it seemed to involve the Almighty taking steel wool to my corrupt soul, the harder and more painful the scrubbing, the better. "Amen," we said in unison as the thirty-seven minute ordeal came to an end and Jill stood up. "Jesus has told me that I only have to put up with your dementia until morning. I'd rather get new clothes instead of showing up to work, as some strumpet," she proclaimed. "Um, where did you come up with the word 'strumpet' and who ever said it was a sin to be good looking?" I asked. "Nothing I got for you suggests sexuality, no push-up bras, crop tops, or slit skirts. They're clothes, nothing more." "It doesn't matter what you think," Jill countered. "Whatever madness you thought you were accomplishing won't work. I really should call the pastor." "And tell him what, that I burned your clothes and bought you, normal clothes? Why don't we call everyone on the church roster?" I warned her. Jill balked at the prospect of having our family feud exposed. Jill sniffed, spun, and started to leave the room when she recalled the clothes I'd bought for her. She huffed and came back for them, looking at me very indignantly. When I went to help, she warned me off with a hateful glare. An hour later, as I began to despair over my actions, I heard Jill's bedroom door open and a crinkly crunch in the hall. Upon examination, I found one of the bags I'd purchased clothes in outside her door. Inside, folded up, were the other bags. Jill had put my clothes away in her drawers and closet. I counted that to be a small victory. At breakfast the next morning I endeavored to be very correct and polite as I complimented Jill on how nice she looked. She returned my platitudes with an angry glare and she left for work without saying a word. In her favor, when she learned her credit cards were toast she didn't break down and scream at me over the phone or miss work. That evening she did still slam the door to the garage loud enough to rattle windows on the other side of the house when she got home from work. "ZANE!" she screamed, "What did you do to my credit cards?" "Your replacements should be here by Saturday or Monday at the latest," I replied soothingly as she stormed up to me. "So," I went on, "did anyone compliment you on your looks today?" "What, I, that's not important," she muttered, then she changed tact. She came over to the sofa where I was reclining, knelt down, and took my hand. "Zane, you are falling into lust, degeneration, and degradation, sins of the flesh. You have to stop this." 'Stop what?' I wasn't precisely sure. "What you want me to do? Should we pray further on the matter? Last night I felt, something, but I still feel empty," I suggested. Jill's face lit up so I slipped past her and knelt beside her. Jill was unwittingly sexy as she sashayed forward on her knees to rest against the sofa. I reached out to her and she took my hand, then the praying began. What followed was a repetitive litany of me falling into lust and dark desires (clothes buying?). Dear departed Uncle Tim didn't even get an honorable mention which would have been surprising if he hadn't been such a total bastard to me. Jill's neglect I didn't quite understand. She'd always been loyal, dutiful, and supportive. It then occurred to me that I'd never seen him exert an ounce of human compassion toward Jill. I got up and ran to my bedroom, ending up on the bed. Jill padded along behind me after a minute. "Zane?" she wondered. "When is the last time you had sex with Uncle Tim?" I whispered so quietly that Jill struggled to understand me. "But, no, don't do this, Zane, don't fall into apostasy," Jill simpered. "I have a gift for you. It is something you want but I need you to answer the question," I offered. "What is the gift?" she asked, guardedly intrigued. "I can promise you no regrets," I countered. Jill weighed her options, turned, and left. "Dinner," Jill called to me an hour later. I dutifully went downstairs to the dining room to enjoy a mediocre meal in silence. We barely exchanged a single glance. As I got up to clean the table, cleaning was my chore, Jill spoke. "Seven years." I was pretty proud that I didn't fall over in shock. First off, in my teenage, hormone-addled mind, how could anyone go without sex for seven years? Next, how could someone with Jill as a wife not want to have sex at least once every seven hours? Finally, what was Tim doing in the lady-boy section of Bangkok when he found me that one time? I really feel like an idiot on occasion. "I saved your three favorite Sunday dresses," I rewarded her. Jill's eyes showed a glimmer of hope. "Which ones? I mean, how did you know which ones were my favorites?" she pondered. "You told me, Aunt Jill. I do listen to you, ya know," I responded. She gave me the oddest look, as if I had just explained to her how Ruth slew Goliath, not David. "Thank you," she whispered. The first battle of the Witch, the Brat, and the Wardrobe was over. The war would go on. The next time we went grocery shopping (Jill decided that the less time I was left alone, the slower I would plummet to my eventual fiery demise) I caught her noticing guys giving her the once over and she liked it, of that I'm sure. How do I know this? She let me talk to the cute stock girl for fifteen seconds before reeling me in, which was long enough for her to write her number on the palm of my hand. I called her and asked if she wanted to go to a sorority party when the semester began. She informed me she was a rising senior in high school so I gave her my number and told her to call me on her eighteenth birthday if she was still interested. You can't win them all, immediately. FFU             Birds are made beautiful by their plumage but divine by their flight        Now to the college I was attending; Freedom Fellowship University (yes, that is F-FU if you stutter) is the Christian college in my new hometown. Jill read about them in online chat rooms and by communicating with some of her Christian social network gal pals. She heard they had a dress code and without checking on the specifics, she bought me a dozen sets of black slacks and white shirts guaranteed to mark me as a social leper. She signed me up for my classes. I opted for Pre-Med; she insisted I should go Pre-Law until I revealed my secret sinful desire to work for the ACLU, at which point she relented. She wanted me to play some sports, I suspect because she wanted me to have a safe hormonal outlet that didn't involve me touching women. I could have told her that dressed as I was, getting women (short of kidnapping) would be nearly impossible. The problem was, they didn't offer any of the traditional sports except for soccer and track and field. I felt that was odd but I decided to sign up for soccer tryouts anyway. I also signed up for Karate, though I had no idea what a Christian school would be teaching that for, plus Archery (I've never used a bow before), Marksmanship (I've never fired a gun either), and Orienteering (because everyone gets lost in suburban Virginia and has to subsist on squirrel and road kill, right?). I downright refused to have anything to do with the Competitive Bible Study Team. By the end of the admissions process I was beginning to think this was a school for some kind of uber-religious survivalists. Still, they accepted me on short notice and except for a tiny quirk in the online admissions form, I was sadly ready to go to college. It would be that tiny quirk that would change my life forever. There Must Be a Church! Before I could attend college there was one quibble to deal with and that was which church Jill and I would attend. I claimed to be partial to the Unitarians, mainly to watch Jill's face go from normal to pale to an angry beet red. Sometimes razzing her is too easy. Jill chose the First Anointed Free-willed Fellowship of Christ after carefully weighing, considering, and then utterly disregarding my input. I guess I had to be happy they weren't snake handlers. On that first Sunday it was raining. I ended up having to run back into the house as Jill backed the car out of the garage and I took a header into a mud puddle in the lawn. Seeing how soaked I was, Jill allowed me to miss out on Sunday school. When I tried to get to the normal service my car wouldn't start (she'd insisted on buying me a used car, which I was now allowed to return for a new one). The second Sunday was a comedy of errors. The garage door opened halfway, then got stuck, and Jill gave the wrong address to the church family she desperately called to come pick us up. On the third Sunday I was sick, so sick that I missed the Sci-Fi movie classic of the week-(end) Saturday night, Vampire Zombie Overlords II. Jill normally lets me watch it because I told her it shows science in a bad light. I would like to point out that Jill isn't stupid but she does tend to believe that which is most convenient to her world view, in this case, Science = Bad. The fourth and final college-free Sunday, Buddy Jesus informed me that I had to go because no Act of God showed up to save me. It turned out that the First Anointed Free-willed Fellowship of Christ was huge, one of those mega-churches and by the number of luxury cars in the parking lot, not one populated by the unwashed masses. Everyone was very, very friendly to the point where I refused to drink or eat anything they tried to force on me, fearing that I would become a drugged-out zombie filled with unconditional love and happiness toward the world. The one other weird thing was that there didn't seem to be any kids my age in the congregation. I had no Sunday school that day. I later learned this was the weekend of their Pre-College/High School Youth Retreat. Apparently everyone in this place acted as a herd. Before we left I met with Pastor William Penny, chief shepherd of this flock, and he wanted to be my pal. Jill was enraptured with the guy but somehow he came across as creepy to me. Will, Jill, and a few well-meaning parishioners ended up steering me to the Pastor's office (which was as big as Jill's huge kitchen). There my new buddy wanted me to sign some paperwork. Jill urged me to hurry up and get it over with and promised to take me to a nice steak house we'd seen but never been in, as if I was a small child easily pleased. Maybe I should have gone for pre-law because I ignored Jill and did read what they wanted me to sign. They wanted me to tithe, and not on my income, of which I had none, but on my net worth. Everyone around me looked hopeful and I couldn't help but smile as I picked up the pen and started laughing. When they began looking confused I laughed harder, and that made them displeased. I didn't pick up the pen to write; I picked it up so I could stab the first one to rush me. "Listen up, Pastor Bill, can I call you Pastor Bill?" I didn't wait on his reply. "I don't know you or anyone but Aunt Jill in this room," I chuckled, "and I imagine you are all terribly nice folks, but it will be a cold day in Hell before I give millions of dollars to people I know nothing about." "We are doing God's work," Pastor Bill assured me, "and please call me Pastor William." "Please," Jill pleaded, "this is what your Uncle Tim would want." For Jill's sake I didn't laugh out loud once again. Tim gave me billions of mosquito bites, outdoor plumbing, and ass-whooping s on a regular basis so all I felt I owed good ol' Tim was putting a heavy stone on his grave so that he didn't rise up from the dead when the End Times came. In retrospect, Tim did me one favor; he taught me the ability to be verbally evasive when needed. "Aunt Jill, as Uncle Tim told me, being a Christian is a matter of Faith working through the mind and hands. It is my Christian duty to make sure that his legacy (really my Mom and Dad's) is placed where God wants it. Uncle Tim would make me pray deeply to the Almighty before taking such a momentous step, so pray I shall." Pastor Bill looked disappointed in me, which was a poor mask for his unsatisfied greed. Jill and the rest of the flock seem to have bought my act and that was the victory I needed to win right then. On the way back home Jill was pleased as punch. I'd expressed to her new friends what a wise saint good ol' Uncle Tim had been. This was the day I had to move into my dorm room on FFU's campus so I didn't have much time to dwell on everything that had happened. Barbie Lynn Masters, Dorm Mother To say that I was pretty depressed when I began moving into college would have been an understatement. I met some nice girls who were also moving into my dorm but I wasn't much in the mood for talking. I found my room but they had my name wrong. Not only was I not Zane they even got Glenn wrong; they misspelled it as Glenda. I hadn't been unpacking fifteen minutes before this hottie breezed in asking if I was Glenda's brother. "Sure," I joked, "I'm Zane." "Can I see some ID? I'm the Dorm Mother," she asked pleasantly. I showed her my driver's license which read 'G. Zane Braxton'. "And you are?" I inquired. "Barbie Lynn Masters. Do you live close by?" she prodded. I looked around my room (which I shared with an as-of-yet unseen roomie), shrugged, and replied, "Yes. I live about a mile and a half away, just inside city limits," I played along. Couldn't she see that it was my name on the luggage in my room and I'd already unpacked? "Can we count on seeing a lot more of you?" she purred, stepping up into my personal space. With her four-inch pumps, she was an inch taller than me, so I had to tilt my head up slightly to meet her gaze. "Unless you have a girlfriend, of course," she demurred. "I don't have a girlfriend but I'm looking for one," I grinned back. I wasn't really lying; I was looking for lots of girlfriends. "So, do you have a boyfriend?" "Oh, no," she assured me. "I took a Purity Pledge and I have a fianc so I can't be in a causal relationship with a boy, though being a 'friend' of a student I'm responsible for is fine." She licked her lips. My understanding of her convoluted reasoning was short-circuited by her D plus cleavage, perfect teeth, long light-golden hair, soft bedroom blue eyes, and blemish free, tanned skin. I've never considered myself terribly bashful. I hadn't been with a welcoming and available female in two months; she was right there in my face, so I grabbed Barbie's ass subtly, pulled her close, and began kissing her. At first Barbie seemed to be all talk and no action, but that lasted all of five seconds before she was all over me with our tongues intertwining and our hands going over each other's backs and asses. In a flash I had my hands up her pleated skirt, inside her plain white panties, and was massaging each muscular ass cheek separately and vigorously while my lips left hers and migrated to her neck and ear with kisses and bites, all of which seemed to really excite Barbie Lynn. She was moaning and grinding against me like a teenager coming down from a forty-eight hour unresolved porno binge. Her left hand slid around to the front of my jeans and touched my crotch where I was rapidly coming to the fullness of life. "Oh, God!" she whispered as she began stroking me up and down. "Tell me that's not a rolled up sock." "Huh? What? No, that is all me. Why do you ask?" I mumbled between licks and kisses. "Oh, some boys can be very dishonest," she sighed from past experience. "Does it hurt?" "No, it feels fine," I assured her. "Are you sure it doesn't hurt just a little bit?" she persisted as she groped my bulge. Something clued me in. "Actually, it does hurt a little bit," I guessed. Barbie Lynn broke our embrace, padded silently over to the door, took a quick look out, then shut it. She was back in my arms in record time. "In that case, let me see it," she grinned. "How does a blowjob jive with your Purity Pledge?" I stupidly wondered out loud. "Oh," she beamed an angelic radiance up at me as she slid down my body and unzipped my pants, our eyes locked together, "a blow job is sinful and done out of lust but relieving your pain is blessed and done out of love." "I feel myself getting closer to spiritual fulfillment every second I'm with you," I breathed huskily as she pulled down my pants and boxers, unleashing my manhood. Barbie tentatively, with a bit of fear showing, licked the tip of my cock. I let her get used to me before resting a hand on her head. She responded by slowly engulfing my cockhead, which felt freaking awesome after my long dry spell (please remember I had virtually non-stop sex for two and a half years). She bobbed slightly while pumping my shaft rapidly with one hand and tickling my balls with the other. I tried to push a little bit but Barbie gagged. I guessed she wasn't too skilled at this but hey, everyone starts somewhere. After five minutes she was taking more than half of my length in and doing so hungrily. "I hope you are not close to coming," she mumbled between mouthfuls. "Actually, I'm feeling greedy," I responded. She looked up at me, head still bobbing. "I can sense your pain and feel I should do something about it," I explained. Now she looked confused so I backed up, pulled Barbie up by her waist and kissed her once more. I gracefully walked my hand down her waist and hip to her crotch. With a sharp intake of breath by Barbie, she melted into me and bit my shoulder. Next I spun us around and pushed her back on the bed at the corner, splaying her out for me as her bosom bounced sensually and enticingly. "What's on your mind?" Barbie asked with wide eyes. "I want a taste," I grinned evilly, which only turned her on more. I fell between her outstretched knees. I made eye contact with her as she propped up on her elbows and my hands went to her panty waistband. I grinned, she blushed, and the panties came flying off. Barbie squeaked then slammed a hand over her mouth to muffle the noise. "Use my pillows to prop up your back," I directed Barbie Lynn since she clearly wanted to watch. I maneuvered Barbie into a suitable position so that I was kneeling on the floor with Barbie's silky smooth legs spread to either side. Barbie Lynn was propped up so that she could watch me work. I got the feeling she was used to some level of stimulation, just not from a guy. I could deal with that. "Maybe we shouldn't do this now, or go back to my place where it is safer?" she asked. "I'm too hungry for you right now; your scent is intoxicating," I finished up saying, and then I went in. I didn't rush things because every first time should be special. My right hand traced the line along the sides and rear of Barbie Lynn's thighs. My left hand traced the line over her pubic area to her stomach that finally ended with her left breast. "Hurry," she panted. I knew she had somewhere to be but I was aware she could use some stress relief too. Barbie reached down with a hand to control my left hand and head but I was obeying my instincts. By the time she made up her mind to stop me, I overwhelmed Barbie with a pleasurable, mind warping first orgasm. The noise brought a few students sneaking in to take a peak. Once I had a semblance of control over her, I began a series of actions to excite her whole body. On the second orgasm she wrapped her legs around my head and nearly crushed it. While I lapped up her juices, I decided to follow that up by kissing Barbie and giving her some of her own fluids to taste, a trick new to her. I kept my cock sheathed, though all three of Barbie's holes looked delightful. I figured she wasn't ready yet but I did manage to take off her shirt in the process and fondling and suckling at her magnificent breasts. After the third and fourth orgasms, Barbie passed out, and when she woke up, she whispered to me that she wanted my cock in her mouth and cunt. Purity Pledge? What Purity Pledge? Barbie Lynn confided in me that she'd sucked cock before and thought she was quite good at it, and that a few men had temped her cunt and ass with real penetration but all she had done so far was pleasure herself with toys and with the aid of other (female) students here at school. She was still technically a virgin (no boy parts had penetrated her cunt) but she'd done 'everything else.' Was she or was she not an anal virgin? My money was on virginity. Barbie was pleased that I was going to her church (it was highly popular at the college, she told me), almost as pleased as I was to find her so receptive and hungry for more sex. I told her she needed sexier underwear and that I would gladly go shopping with her for some in case she wanted to model any (yes, I know they don't let you model underwear). While we talked I helped her get dressed, though we couldn't find her panties. We slipped out after that, Barbie to tend to her girls and me to go to my Aunt's. I told her I'd see her tomorrow. Barbie laughed as if she didn't believe me. As I left, I began to appreciate the guy: girl ratio of this place because it was looking very good in my favor. My evening with Jill passed uneventfully; we stayed up late as Jill suddenly realized she was going to be alone for the first time in years so I didn't end up sneaking quietly into my dorm room until well past midnight. The Journey Begins. Day One, It's a What? My first day of college began with a six a.m. wake-up alarm in our room. Both my roommate and I sat up at the same time. We looked at each other and the sheets failed to conceal we apparently both slept shirtless. "Hi. You are a girl," I got off first. "And you are a guy," she replied indignantly. "What are you doing in my room? I mean, why did they give me a female roommate?" I countered. "Ah, are you joking?" she asked incredulously. Clearly I wasn't, and that realization made her grin mischievously. "Where is Glenda?" she inquired next. "Ugh," I sighed. "When I was registered their system misspelled my name. My first name is Glenn, thus the Glenda, but I go by Zane, my middle name. What about you?" "Whoops. I'm Rio Talon and this is going to be wicked," she giggled. "I have to admit I never thought I'd meet someone like you at FFU." "You don't see quite the hardcore fundamentalist/survivalist type either," I responded. "Ha!" she grunted. "You got me. It was either this or three years at a minimum security prison in Arizona," she confessed. She didn't volunteer what she would have done time for and it was really none of my business. "I need to shower," I changed the subject. "I'll go with you," Rio volunteered as she slipped out of bed, and yes, she was naked, and cleverly and artfully shaved with several delicate chevrons pointing down. She also had a black tattoo of the name Lilith going from the right hip along the bikini line, definitely not Church issue. I went to the closet, got a robe, towel, and bathroom kit. Rio brazenly watched me move around. "Body-conscious much?" she chuckled. "Rio, I spent the last two years bathing down at the river with two hundred of my closest neighbors. Trying to cover up gets old really fast," I grinned back at her. "Does my body disgust you?" "'Disgust' isn't the word I was going to use," Rio said as she licked her lips and also got ready for the bathroom. "Now, let's get you shaved before, the bathroom gets flooded with people. By the way," she tossed me Barbie's missing undies, "are these yours?" "Booty from my panty raid; please don't turn me in," I chuckled, as I caught them, then stashed them in my backpack, hopefully to return to Barbie Lynn later. Rio laughed again. As I suspected, not only did I get assigned a female roommate but I was on a female floor, which earned me more than a few shocked looks. Since Rio stuck close to me, she earned her own share of looks, but these were more scornful; Rio ate it up. I still couldn't decide whether I'd miss Rio or not when I got my new room assignment. The two girls in the showers ignored Rio and I when we came in so I was able to shave in peace and get under a steamy shower without the expected shrieks. Only when they dressed in their robes and put on their glasses did things change. Their looks were best expressed as 'a boy saw me naked!' followed by 'A boy saw me naked, ' and ended up with, 'A boy saw me naked and he liked what he saw.' I get hard when the wind blows, anywhere around the globe. They fled in a fit of giggles and I safely exited the bathroom before another girl entered. It was hardly unforeseen that my attire made Rio laugh but when she suggested black horn-rimmed glasses would really complete the nerd-look, I had to laugh too. I noted her regulation skirt appeared to be a bit higher above the knee than was prudent with a pronounced lack of underwear. Rio confessed that her parents tossed all her 'stripper' wear when they shipped her off and she wasn't going to wear the 'granny' panties they had put in place of her G-strings. The trek cross-campus to the Dining Hall would have been more enlightening if Rio had not lured me into an engrossing conversation. Remember now, I had been isolated from mainstream Western pop culture for over two years and had a lot of catching up to do. We grabbed some trays of breakfast; then, at Rio's insistence, we headed outside to eat pretty much by ourselves, or so we hoped. "Professor, inquired this cute brunette with pig tails, dimples, and into pushing her tits in my face; I barely noticed she was backed up by three other girls. "Huh?" I questioned. "Braxton," Rio spoke over me. "Could you tell me, where the, um, Clegger Science Building is, Professor Braxton?" She lied pathetically. My first thoughts were, 'why is she wearing such a thin white blouse two-sizes too small?' and wondering 'when is this thread holding that central button in place going to give up on its hopeless struggle and let her boobs pop out?' Then I became curious why she called me 'professor'. "It is right over there," I said, as I stood up, put my hand on the small of her back, and pointed the way with my other hand. The location of the building was blindingly obvious since this is not a huge campus. If things weren't awkward enough, Ms. Brunette twisted, rubbed her hardening nipples against my chest, and asked, "There?" "No," I corrected by whispering into her ear, causing her to wiggle against me. I took her forearm, lingering my touch on the pulse of her wrist before directing it to the proper angle. "I would walk you there," I added, "but we have to go to the auditorium soon." "Thank you, Professor Braxton." She wiggled a third time. "It is really a pity I don't have any of your classes. What do you teach?" "He's a Biblical Archeologist," Rio interrupted, "specializing in Early Christian Erotic Art and Rituals." I felt Ms. Brunette have a micro-orgasm over that piece of fantastical news. "Are you still taking on students?" Brunette panted to me. Rio jumped up. "Whoops! Look at the time!" exclaimed Rio, "Professor, you have to go, Right Now!" With that, she dragged me away from Ms. Brunette and her girl posse and across campus. "What the hell was that about and why did she call me Professor?" I hissed to Rio as we came to the auditorium for our first assembly. "Oh, it must be some Southern thing, sort of like the English calling men 'Governor'," she lied convincingly. How do I now know she lied? It will become obvious.   I took a seat with Rio amongst the sea of students and it was just my luck that we were surrounded by girls once more. I really wasn't in the mood to have them gawk at me so I slumped down and kept a low profile. The auditorium sounded full-up and there was a magnitude of teachers and such on the stage. When a stately, attractive, yet demanding and stern tall woman with long grey hair worked up in a bun stepped up to the podium, the hall grew silent. First she led us in prayer, which I found odd because normally at this level of fundamentalism, women couldn't lead men in prayer, but I could have cared less. She welcomed the rising seniors first, then worked down the list until she recognized the new class of freshmen, reminding them of their 'Handmaiden Duties,' whatever that was. I looked to Rio who was stifling to suppress some dark glee, undoubtedly at my expense. The Chancellor of FFU worked us through some of what I assumed was normal school crap plus a reminder to review with diligence their code of moral and ethical behaviors and the names of their spiritual guidance counselors in case they felt wickedness overcoming them. Considering the thin white blouses and the short, pleated plaid skirts, yours truly and the other men on campus were going to be scoring like mad, morals and ethics be damned. A closing prayer ended the meeting and we dispersed like good little sheep heading for our first class of the semester. Rio and I both had English Literature but in different rooms so she was kind/sadistic enough to drop me by my room before heading her own way. I walked in and took a middle seat. Once again all the girls looked at me funny when they came in and I couldn't miss the fact that in a classroom size of twenty, we had nineteen girls and only one guy, me. I was mulling this over (I'm actually a smart guy but I admit, I hadn't been showing it too much recently) when our teacher came in. Her name was Ms. Goodswell (no lie) and she was a gorgeous brunette with breasts of greater proportions than Barbie Lynn's, and the rest just got lusher. Ms.  Goodswell leaned against the front of her large wooden writing desk and used her tablet to scroll down the roll call. I was number three. "Braxton," her sugary sweet voice drawled out. "Glenda Braxton." I shifted in my seat. "Here," I said in a clear masculine voice, "but I go by Zane." Ms.  Goodswell looked up over her reading glasses, expecting something other than me. As she looked at me her eyes grew larger, and she looked, and she looked. "What are you wearing?" she asked crisply. "What my Aunt told me was proper school attire, Ms. Goodswell," I replied tentatively. "Proper attire is clearly outlined, white blouse and a pleated blue and gold tartan skirt with white knee sox and black shoes. Men wear pants; women wear skirts," she clarified. I imagine my jaw dropped open at that one. Finally, I stood up so she could get a good look at me. "I'm dressed correctly, then I'm a guy," I insisted. Ms. Goodswell had looked annoyed but now she looked pissed. She strode boldly toward me, heels clicking against the marble floor. "So you insist that you are a man, do you?" she snapped. Before I could do anything but nod she slapped a cupped hand against my crotch. I coughed in pain. I became aroused despite the mild discomfort because I was now gazing down into Ms. Goodswell's ample bosom. Her eyes went from angry to utter shock. "You are a man," she whispered in horror. "What are you doing in my class?" I reached into my book bag and got my schedule, letting her gaze on it. I noticed her hand stayed on my crotch. "Nine a.m., English Lit. 101 in room 204, Denning Hall V. Goodswell," I read out loud. Ms. Goodswell read it over while she massaged my growing shaft; subconsciously or not, I wasn't sure. "Very well," she said decisively. She turned back and returned to the roll. As I sat down I had that creepy feeling that everyone else was staring at me, or more precisely, my Goodswell-inspired hard on. After that little bit of drama the actual class was okay. Ms. Goodswell was pretty bright and made our upcoming journey into the works of a bunch of old dead British guys sound fun. When the bell rang we got up and started to file out but Ms. Goodswell motioned me to wait for the others to leave us alone. It didn't work out that way; the other girls hovered right outside the door. "Okay, Mr. Braxton, what are you trying to prove?" she accused me with some real heat. "Please, Ms. Goodswell, believe me; I haven't a clue what is going on here. I woke up with a girl in my room this morning, I began. "You had a girl in your room this morning? That didn't take you long," she said bitterly. "No, wait; it was my assigned roommate, Rio Talon, and she was on her side of the room. It is okay because they accidently stuck me on a girl's floor in the dorm because there were girls in the showers too," I continued. "Didn't you thing that was a bit odd?" she asked suspiciously. "Not really, ma'am. I've spent the last two years with missionaries in rural Thailand; I'm used to bathing with naked women all the time. Initially, I figured this was some sort of bureaucratic snafu but after doing my own quick census of your class, I think I've missed something crucial," I explained. "Mr. Braxton, Zane, this is an all-girls school; men are not allowed. We can't even employ a man under the age of forty-five," she informed me while studying my expression. While my cock would have done summersaults of joy, my brain was looking at my access to my trust fund going down the toilet. "I apologize. I'm pretty sure my Aunt Jill didn't know and I assure you, I was ignorant of this fact. What do we do now?" I sighed. "I believe you, Mr., .Zane. No one would use this as an excuse after going through all the trouble to sneak in here. For now, you continue to your classes and I'll inform your other instructors of this, extraordinary event. Expect to spend lunch with the Chancellor so that we can extricate you from this situation. Can I rely on you to be good in the interim?" "I'll do my best," I promised. She dismissed me and began using her phone. When I slipped out of the room, my classmates made room enough for me to make my way down the hall. "Zane!" a young female voice called out. I turned around to see Ms. Brunette. "Is it true you are a freshman here?" I was sure she would be pissed for the whole 'Professor' gag Rio had played and I'd unwittingly gone along with. "Yes," I confessed. She'd assumed I was a teacher because I was male and I hadn't corrected her. "Kiss me!" she beamed hungrily. That was not what I expected but I reacted quickly and gave her a chaste kiss on the lips. Ms. Brunette looked upset. "You can do better than that," she commanded. Again, not what I expected; I put my book bag down, took hers off her shoulder and placed it next to mine. I started off with a repeat of the last kiss but instead of that being the ending point, I used it as a foundation to build upon. I slowly drew her in; she pulled her arms up between us and cupped my face as I dipped her with enough tongue action to make our steamy embrace a thermographic exploration of lust. We kissed for over a minute before I brought her up and let her go. "Better?" I murmured to her. Ms. Brunette nodded dreamily. As I retrieved my book bag from the floor I realized I was adrift in a sea of lonely young women. I could now empathize with that lost baby seal who found itself surrounded by a pod of killer whales. "Kiss me!" insisted a blonde. "No, me; I was here first." "I'm a senior; I go first," demanded a breathtaking black woman. I didn't know what was going on and I had no idea how to deal with this bizarre situation but all that was taken out of my hands by the next noise I heard. "Get off me, bitch," I heard Rio shout out, followed by a slap and her scream. Rio was hardly my friend, in fact, she had used me for her own personal amusement for the entire time I'd known her, but she was my roommate, an outsider, and I was sure no one else would come to her aid. I shouldered my way in the directions of her screams and sobs, parting the last few girls separating us. Rio was on her stomach on the floor with three girls gathered over her. Closest to me was one with thick, wavy black hair and dark skin who had her foot pushing down on Rio's ass. The second one, who appeared to be the leader, was a black girl with shiny black hair in an intricate weave and was bouncing on Rio's back, yanking her hair back painfully, and was taunting Rio, saying she was supposed to be a good little beast of burden as well as mocking her as a 'felon'. The last tormentor was the only one facing me, though she was preoccupied with holding Rio's arms forward so she couldn't reach back to scratch the ringleader. It wasn't hard for me to figure out what to do. When Weave started bouncing up, I swept the legs out from under the other wavy-haired girl, sending her toppling backwards. I then put a boot to the black girl's ass, propelling her into the spectators on the far side of us. I didn't even bother with girl number three. I grabbed Rio by the arm and yanked her up and swung her behind me. It turned out to be a good choice because when the black girl back-flipped up in one fluid move, she landed in a martial arts fighting stance. I had a fight on my hands, or would have if the bell hadn't rung. As it was, the black girl looked both outraged and shocked when she took in my gender and my counter-stance. A flood of girls suddenly separated us. Rio took the opportunity to grab her book bag, then my hand, and together we bolted to our next class which was, oddly enough, Biblical Archeology but without the procreation parts. Our professor, Mrs. Carradine, treated me a bit coldly but the attention directed my way by the student body was anything but. I had barely pulled out my book when the girl behind me tapped my shoulder and slipped me a note. You will take my book bag to lunch and eat lunch with me. Dove Foster I furrowed my brow and showed the note to Rio who was sitting next to me. She smiled and whispered, "Handmaiden's Duty," in a condescending tone. "Didn't you read your handbook?" Any further conversation was cut short by Mrs. Carradine's blistering glare. For some reason, Buddy Jesus kept me safe from anymore female attention until the class ended and I began to make my way out. I took some comfort that Rio stayed close to my side. My Social Secretary "Zane. Zane Braxton, do you mind if I call you Zane?" babbled a shorter, slender girl with shoulder length black hair and glasses as she grabbed my elbow in a death grip from behind. "You can't ask him to do anything until he steps out of class," Rio cautioned the newcomer. Now I had to decide whether or not I'd be a slave to Dove for an hour because technically she appeared to be in violation of the rules, which I knew no

This week, Regional Rasslin returns to once again discuss the greatest outlaw promotion of all time, the Poffo Family's ICW based ouf of Lexington, Kentucky. Steve Crawford returns to join Ray Russell in discussing the year of 1980 in the ICW. We talk Macho Man's flying elbow on midget Wee Willie (and why it was really booked), Randy Savage threatening Lance Russell & Dave Brown, the discovery of George "Crusher Broomfield" Gray (future One Man Gang), Ernie Couch's barn of fun, a rookie Buddy Landel breaking in, the creation of the Devil's Duo (Doug Vines & Jeff Sword) with Izzy Slapawitz, Bob Roop's fake cast, the Jarrett crew working Rupp Arena, bartering for a steel cage, the Poffo Brothers exposed by Ron Garvin,odd wrestling from "Omaha" video, Rip Rogers' "BRAT" shirt, Angelo recreates his sit-up challenge, Garvin's training school,ICW invades Memphis but can't sell out the front row, the legend of Al "King Kong" Patterson, who headlined the most events, some of the random towns the Poffo's ran, some talent working for Henry Rogers in Malden, MO, & much more! There's never a dull moment in the world of the ICW!!! If you're enjoying WrestleCopia and interested in helping us continue to grow, please consider Subscribing to our Patreon to help us pay the bills! https://www.patreon.com/wrestlecopiaYOU CAN ALSO GIFT SOMEONE A PATREON MEMBERSHIP (OR ASK THEM TO GIFT YOU ONE) AT https://www.patreon.com/WrestleCopia/giftIncludes the $5 “All Access” Tier $9 "VIP Superfan" Tier, and "The ULLLTIMATE Tier", featuring our various VIDEO-CAST Series, Early Show Releases, our insanely detailed show notes (for the Grenade, Monday Warfare, Regional Rasslin, Puro Academy, & Retro Re-View), monthly DIGITAL DOWNLOADS for your viewing and reading pleasure, & more!HELP SUPPORT THE SELF-FUNDED WRESTLECOPIA BRAND, CONSIDER DONATING TO OUR PAYPALWRESTLECOPIA MERCHANDISE - https://www.teepublic.com/user/wrestlecopiaVisit the WrestleCopia Podcast Network https://wrestlecopia.comFollow WrestleCopia on “X” (Formerly Twitter) @RasslinGrenadeFollow & LIKE our FACEBOOK PAGE – https://www.facebook.com/RasslinGrenadeSubscribe to the WrestleCopia Youtube Channel at https://www.youtube.com/RasslinGrenade ★ Support this podcast on Patreon ★

Tento týden se podíváme na všechno od voleb, přes character assassination youtubera Jakuba Jahla, až po českou kopii MAGA trola Bratříčka. Budeme řešit podcast Wargame Česko, vypnutí americké vlády a novou armádní doktrínu Pentagonu, která zahrnuje i boj s obezitou. Na závěr se podíváme na regulaci AI chatbotů v Kalifornii a na dokument „Velký Vlastenecký Výlet“ na Netflixu.Celé epizody na https://www.herohero.co/kanarcivsiti . A nebo si kupte naše trička na https://www.neverenough.shop/kanarci . Podcast pro Vás připravují @alexalvarova a @holyj . Hudba a sound engineering: PsyekTwitter Spaces moderuje @jiribulan .Najdete nás na www.kanarci.online

Author Tom Hapgood is a US military BRAT  aka the child of a parent or parents serving full-time in the United States Armed Forces. He talks about his 5 years in West Germany during the Cold War. He shares the challenges of moving every few years, adapting to new cultures, and the rich tapestry of friendships formed along the way. The term "BRAT" often carries a negative connotation, but Tom sheds light on its origins, suggesting a more nuanced history tied to military families. The stories shared reveal how these children navigated their identities as they lived in foreign lands. We reflect on the Cold War's influence and  tensions, yet amidst the challenges, there were countless adventures and opportunities for cultural exchange that enriched their lives. From navigating new cities to forming lifelong friendships, the life of a military BRAT is filled with unique experiences that shape who they become. This episode not only details those experiences but also invites listeners to reflect on their own childhood adventures.  Do check out Tom's novel Lost Letters based on his experiences as a BRAT. Buy the book here  Episode extras including videos here https://coldwarconversations.com/episode424/ The fight to preserve Cold War history continues and via a simple monthly donation, you will give me the ammunition to continue to preserve Cold War history. You'll become part of our community, get ad-free episodes, and get a sought-after CWC coaster as a thank you and you'll bask in the warm glow of knowing you are helping to preserve Cold War history. Just go to https://coldwarconversations.com/donate/ If a monthly contribution is not your cup of tea, We also welcome one-off donations via the same link. Find the ideal gift for the Cold War enthusiast in your life! Just go to https://coldwarconversations.com/store/ Continue the Cold War Conversation via social! F acebook ⁠https://www.facebook.com/groups/coldwarpod/ BlueSky https://bsky.app/profile/coldwarpod.bsky.social Threads https://www.threads.net/@coldwarconversations Twitter/X  https://twitter.com/ColdWarPod Instagram https://www.instagram.com/coldwarconversations/ Youtube https://youtube.com/@ColdWarConversations   Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

It's a been a little while…but look who's back! We've officially launched Season 2 of the podcast and this is the pilot episode. Keys has moved out of their flat, Micky doesn't know what's BRAT and Lucas won't eat any fruit. We also share our thoughts on smoking, Glee and Tower Bridge. It's good to be back, we hope you enjoy this episode. We're sorry we were away for so long so we've made the Patreon £1 for everyone to make up for our absence. We're still so proud of you. Sarah: https://www.sarahkeyworth.co.uk/Micky: https://www.mickyoverman.com/Lucas: https://www.lucasjefcoate.com/ Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

It's a been a little while…but look who's back! We've officially launched Season 2 of the podcast and this is the pilot episode. Keys has moved out of their flat, Micky doesn't know what's BRAT and Lucas won't eat any fruit. We also share our thoughts on smoking, Glee and Tower Bridge. It's good to be back, we hope you enjoy this episode. We're sorry we were away for so long so we've made the Patreon £1 for everyone to make up for our absence. We're still so proud of you. Sarah: https://www.sarahkeyworth.co.uk/Micky: https://www.mickyoverman.com/Lucas: https://www.lucasjefcoate.com/ Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

On this week's episode, we welcome back comedian, Josh Gondelman, to chat about his new special (Positive Reinforcement), gundam dogs, news from t-shirts, the Stankus Test, and so much more!Go see Josh in New Orleans (10/24-10/25) and Minneapolis (11/23) and then going on Aimee Mann and Ted Leo's Christmas Show tour the from Thanksgiving weekend through mid-December!Subscribe to Josh's newsletter That's Marvelous.Photo of Josh by Sam Brooks.Jordan and company are going to be at L.A. Comic Con this year, September 26th - 28th at table JO7September 26th - Jordan and Jesse!September 27th - Jordan and Eliza!September 28th - Jordan and Rob!Pre-order Jordan's new Predator comic!Pre-order Jordan's new Venom comic!Donate to Al Otro Lado, any amount helps right now.Buy signed copies of Youth Group and Bubble from Mission: Comics And Art!~ NEW JJGo MERCH ~Be sure to get our new ‘Ack Tuah' shirt in the Max Fun store.Or, grab an ‘Ack Tuah' mug!The Maximum Fun Bookshop!Follow the podcast on Instagram and send us your dank memes!Check out Jesse's thrifted clothing store, Put This On.Follow brand new producer, Steven Ray Morris, on Instagram.Listen to See Jurassic Right!

Ondřej Tesárek alias Bratříček je výrazná figura youtubové scény v České republice. Je to velmi obtížně zařaditelný originál, bytostně prozápadně orientovaný pravicový liberál, který dodnes organizuje rozsáhlou pomoc napadené Ukrajině. Ze své legendární garáže v Oborách u Příbrami už šest let vysílá livestreamy, v nichž nahlas uvažuje o politice, svobodě slova a migraci. Svět přitom popisuje ze zajímavého úhlu člověka zdánlivě žijícího na periferii dění, kterou však svým vlivem spoluvytváří.Tesárek vyšel z prostředí velkých technologických firem a příznivců kryptoměn, přesto netrpí v tomto prostředí tak častým fachidiotismem a jeho politické postoje by se v prvé řadě daly označit za realistické. Jinou jeho podobou je, jak se pohybuje na síti X, kde dává průchod provokativní části své osobnosti. Tady působí jako někdo, kdo testuje hranice svobody slova.Bavíme se o tom, proč ho v poslední době rozčílila reakce českého X na vraždu amerického influencera Kirka. Shodli jsme se na výroku Josefa Boušky v Deníku N, který napsal: „Je nutné do omrzení opakovat: pokud vraždu kvůli šíření odpudivých názorů potřebujete odmítnout způsobem ,ano, ale‘, jste součástí problému.“Na závěr Tesárek tipuje, jak zanedlouho dopadnou sněmovní volby.

Connor pugs tells a Story time of this entitled spoiled rich kid who GOT EXPELLED FROM SCHOOL BECAUSE OF HIS TEACHER... This Story was absolutely Insane. Thanks for watching today's storytime video, spoiled brat gets EXPELLED from School... (storytime), where the subscriber has to deal with this entitled and annoying spoiled brat rich kid who has plenty of daddy's money and is a total snob. I hope you had lots of laughs listening to today's episode, as it was so fun, funny and crazy! Subscribe if you like storytimesHi, my name is Connor and I post fun storytime videos every day. I do my best to upload entertaining story time videos every day about funny Minecraft Kids, Hilarious Spoiled brats, crazy high school teachers and much more! And its usually over some Minecraft gameplay, maybe even that Satisfying Minecraft Parkour! #storytimeI see you lurking... leave a like for a free hug (◕ᴗ◕)

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Jon Herold unpacks a wide-ranging show starting with Trump's executive order designating Antifa a domestic terrorist organization and the murky legal ground that comes with it. He then welcomes former congressman and economist Dave Brat for a deep dive into grassroots politics, the spiritual war in academia, and how faith and education shape economic strength. Their conversation touches on Brat's upset victory over Eric Cantor, the weakness of today's conservatives, the role of Christianity in economic growth, and whether school choice and fair elections can truly fix a broken system. Later, Jon breaks down Trump's fiery UN appearance, Kamala Harris's rhetoric, Google's partial retreat on censorship, and the Tylenol–autism controversy fueling Trump's new autism action plan. With sharp insights on crypto, taxes, and controlled opposition in media, this episode ties together politics, faith, and freedom in classic Daily Herold style.

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It's an all Pringles episode of You Tried Dat?? as 3 flavors of the potato crisp head to the tasters mouths: Loaded Potato Skins, Beer Can Chicken, and Grilled Beer Brat.  Which will be the most satisfying?  They also discuss an insane bicycle hit and run before playing another game of fuck / marry / kill. Follow us on Instagram to see pictures of the snacks @youtrieddat.

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This episode of The Rickey Smiley Morning Show has it all. Pastor Haynes inspires with “You Deserve to Win,” the team unpacks Trump’s economic spin and Mizzou’s campus controversy, and Brat drops hot entertainment news from Taylor Swift & Travis Kelsey’s engagement to Regina King’s emotional new wine brand. Ciara reveals why Russell Wilson’s faith is the ultimate turn-on, and Shaq makes double headlines for honoring Kobe Bryant’s mom and accepting a celebrity boxing challenge. Add in Cardi B’s courtroom testimony, Tina Knowles’ booming beauty brand, Kris Jenner’s facelift confession, and a deep dive into health trends like Ozempic on Wellness Wednesday, and you’ve got four hours packed with laughter, headlines, and culture you can’t miss.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The Rickey Smiley Morning Show kicks off with Pastor Frederick Douglass Haynes reminding listeners they “deserve to win,” followed by front-page news digging into Trump’s economy spin, Mizzou’s “Black to Class” controversy, and a wild British Airways scandal. Sports talk heats up with Deion Sanders speaking on son Shilo’s NFL future, and in entertainment Brat reports on Taylor Swift and Travis Kelsey’s engagement, Offset praising Drake’s loyalty, Regina King launching a wine brand in honor of her late son, and Beyoncé and Jay-Z buying a $10M countryside estate. Plus, an HBCU spotlight and talk of Cardi B’s courtroom drama keep the first hour buzzing.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Pastor Frederick Douglass Haynes opens with an inspiring word about God being a way maker before the team dives into breaking news—Trump’s latest comments on Chicago crime, Arkansas swatting hoaxes, and Zoran Mamdani’s bold campaign promises. Rock-T covers sports highlights from Venus Williams at the US Open to Shilo Sanders landing third-string for the Browns, and Stephen A. Smith’s daughter roasting his hairline. In entertainment, Brat dishes on Kanye West’s new “In Whose Name” documentary, Lionel Richie’s home break-in, and Big Boi’s limited-edition washing machine that plays “So Fresh, So Clean.”See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

News headlines hit hard with President Trump firing Federal Reserve Governor Lisa Cook, his new cash bail executive order, and another plane incident where a passenger lit up mid-flight. Rock-T runs through sports from Venus Williams’ strong showing to the Browns’ QB shuffle. Brat reports Lil Nas X’s release on bond after facing felony charges for allegedly injuring officers, plus Ice Cube’s Goodyear Blimp takeover celebrating the Big3. The hour wraps with the Praise Mix, reminding listeners to end with inspiration.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Today’s Rickey Smiley Morning Show brings a mix of faith, news, laughs, and celebrity tea. Pastor Haynes reminds us that God makes a way when life feels impossible. Headlines cover Trump’s crime politics, Fed shake-ups, and viral campus hoaxes. Brat spills on Kanye West’s new documentary and Lionel Richie’s late-night scare, while Gary gets into Tyrese’s jaw-dropping chat with Kirk Franklin, Serena Williams’ weight loss backlash, and Cardi B shutting down pregnancy rumors. The trending “T App” for dating sparks fiery debate, and Lil Nas X’s shocking arrest keeps the crew and callers buzzing. From Big Boi’s washing machine collab to Ice Cube’s Goodyear Blimp celebration, this show had everything—faith, family, fun, and the drama everyone’s talking about.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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