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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

The Operator digs into the case of a Minnesota State Senator who ended up deciding her authority entitles her to burglarize a home in the name of... caretaking? Nicole Mitchell went from weathergirl, to senator, to villain... wearing the entire look-book of a vaudeville burglar to boot! In the Happy Ending, we meet the sweetest old lady who has ever had a restraining order placed on her. This one is weird, then hilarious, then weird again... then hilarious. Enjoy! Hugs.

51-year-old Anthony Marzola was arrested for wielding a dagger and confronting a landscaper who was just trying to mow a lawn. Oddly, Anthony was dress in a Court Jester's costume at the time. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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He lusts for a laugh! HA! Special guest(and Matthew's brother/Ian's uncle) Jim Porter returns to the podcast to discuss the 1955 Danny Kaye medieval comedy Technicolor epic THE COURT JESTER. And Matthew nerds out about VistaVision. Special Guest: Jim Porter.

Jojo Siwa has been a lot of things: an eleven-year-old abused on television for public entertainment, a tween merchandising mogul with a billion dollar brand, Nickelodeon's first out gay child star, and most recently, a dollar store trad wife. Behind the facade of endlessly shapeshifting court jester, though, Jojo Siwa is a 22-year-old human who has not known life without cameras and a momager since she was nine. Today, Kat Tenbarge and I do some good ole (queer) child star anthropology — and make the case that we, the viewers, are not morally neutral for tuning in.  Listen to bonus episodes on Patreon! Thanks to today's sponsors! Work smarter, not harder, with Factor meals ready in two minutes at https://www.factormeals.com/fruity50off Get 15% off a cuter, more sustainable way to clean at https://www.blueland.com/fruity.  Read Kat's work at Spitfire News. Find me on Instagram. Find A Bit Fruity on Instagram. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

When Herb Hodde was in elementary school, he decided he wanted to become a magician. And eventually he did, though there were more than a few twists and turns along the way. In this episode, hear Herb share how he learned the craft, how his career wound around a few rabbit holes, and what it was like to try grits for the first time. Give it a listen, it's a good one.Amazon Wishlist

The Summer 2025 HardLore Q&A Special has arrived, we answered a huge array of questions from our Patreon and Discord ranging from our thoughts on Turnstile's new album "Never Enough", the spinkick heard 'round the world, our favorite merch designs ever, how we'd rank every Metallica album ever, and MUUUUCH more. Enjoy our favorite type of episode to do!Edited by Steven Grise (@iamoneonenineseven) • Title sequence by Nicholas Marzluf (@marzluf) HardLore: A Knotfest Series Join the HARDLORE PATREON to watch every single weekly episode early and ad-free, alongside exclusive monthly episodes: https://patreon.com/hardlorepod Join the HARDLORE DISCORD: https://discord.gg/jA9rppggef Cool links: Get 15% off MADD VINTAGE with code HARDLORE15! https://maddvintage.com/ FOLLOW HARDLORE: INSTAGRAM | https://www.instagram.com/hardlorepod/ TWITTER | https://twitter.com/hardlorepod SPOTIFY | https://spoti.fi/3J1GIrp APPLE | https://apple.co/3IKBss2 FOLLOW COLIN: INSTAGRAM | https://www.instagram.com/colinyovng/  FOLLOW BO: INSTAGRAM | https://www.instagram.com/bosxe/ TWITTER | https://www.twitter.com/bosxe #HARDLORE #HARDCORE00:00:00 - Start00:01:08 - Hello Welcomee00:02:11 - Harms Way Tour Recap00:06:35 - Special Announcement....00:06:50 - Tied Down 202500:13:54 - Patreon Q&A Begins00:15:18 - Best and Worst Meal of Tour00:17:50 - Metallica Albums Ranked00:22:51 - Best Advice Ever Received00:24:04 - Favorite High School memory00:27:47 - New Music Soon?00:28:07 - Mt. Rushmore of Hatebreed Tracks00:30:41 - Frank Iero00:33:05 - Followed by an Alien00:34:01 - Lightsabers00:35:32 - Deathcore00:37:28 - Bands Needing to Push the Envelope00:41:43 - Touring in A Van vs Touring in a Bus00:46:20 - Hardcore Not F****** With Metalcore00:47:11 - Bucket List for Traveling00:49:48 - What Went Into Twitchfits Vol 200:51:45 - Best HC Merch Designs00:52:03 - Pardon This Interruption…00:56:09 - The Process of Doing Guest Vocals00:56:56 - Top 5 TV Shows00:59:32 - Glow Ups and Podcasts01:00:45 - Best Needle Drop in TV / Movies01:02:50 - Turnstile01:04:10 - Hardest riffs in your own bands01:07:29 - Top 4 animated movies01:14:21 - All Time Favorite Indie Wrestling Match01:15:05 - Predicting Rushmore of Modern Hardcore01:18:20 - Bo's Skin Care Routine01:19:18 - Rushmore of Weightlifting Records01:21:30 - Holy Grail of Lost Media01:22:27 - Dahmer Party?01:22:44 - Age Limit to claim Edge01:23:54 - When Tours Cross Paths...01:26:12 - ideal Breakfast Spread01:26:49 - Lal Mirch Order01:28:54 - Mikkey Dee on the Pod when?

Send us a textCory likes vampires.Thanks for listening! Follow the pod on Instagram @dumbtrivia on Facebook at Dumb Trivia, TikTok @dumbtriviapodcast, and send some questions our way at dumbtrivia@gmail.com! (we also accept voice messages and call-ins)Consider subscribing at dumbtrivia.buzzsprout.com to support the show!Check out youtube.com/@dumbtriviapodcast to watch the podcast as a fun video!Check out https://linktr.ee/dumbtrivia for links to our shop, Twitch, and other socials!!!Follow Andres on Instagram @theresnowaythisappwilllastFollow Christian on Instagram and BlueSky @crimbusrimbusCheck out Pork Bun at glorpintergalactic.bandcamp.com and on Spotify and Apple Music!Follow Cory on Instagram @coryw099Stay dumb and safe everyone!Property of Glorp Intergalactic LLC.Songs in the episode: "Court Jester" and "High: 1993" by Pork BunSupport the show

Gene and Chris are joined by the irrepressible Jim Moseley, Editor/Publisher of Saucer Smear, who discusses the fakes and the outright frauds he has discovered, and sometimes exposed — and sometgimes perpetrated — in the UFO field since the 1950s. One of Gene's closest friends, he died in 2012. A memorial site dedicated to Jim is located at: www.jimmoseley.com. Chris died in 2024.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-paracast-the-gold-standard-of-paranormal-radio--6203433/support.

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We're live with Peter Finney, General Manager and Editor of the Clarion Herald, the official Catholic newspaper of the Archdiocese of New Orleans, Susan Joy Bellavance, Catholic children's author, talks about the book "The Crooked Court Jester and the Last Knight" and Kathleen Higgins, Director of Youth and Young Adult Ministry, provides Lenten ideas if we still don't have one.

On this episode of The New Abnormal, President Donald Trump's attempts to fashion himself as America's king fall flat with antics that are more akin to a court jester. Plus! Pulitzer Prize winning journalist Spencer Ackerman discusses Elon Musk's potential undue influence over the Department of Defense, and MacArcthur Genius Cristina Jiménez Moreta delves into how Trump's second term has escalated attacks on immigrants. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

**JOINED BY SPECIAL GUEST IMMAN ADAN**Craving Raptors content during this AS break? We've got you covered with analysis of the Brandon Ingram trade, stats that highlight his game and his fit with the Raptors. How will the offense look?  Can he co-exist with Scottie in the mid-range? Then we look at the controversies of All Star weekend. It's a weekend for players and fans but somehow the NBA marketing team forgot about the fan part. What worked? What didn't? Of course our feature segment--King of the North and Court Jester. And a free ranging discussion about centers, the 3 ball and media treatment of Joel Embiid. We got thoughts. Join us! Canada's first all women podcast in Season 6 of covering the Toronto Raptors.

This week we went off the rails a bit. While we had difficulty staying on topic, we had such a great time playing Between Two Castles of Mad King Ludwig by Stonemaier Games! Listen for our thoughts along with talk about cell phones, a dark story, and PJ tries to remember an old movie....Three weeks after recording this we finally learned the title: The Court Jester! If you would like to meet us at Sherma-Con, you can get tickets in the link below! Email us if you're going and we can meet up somewhere! https://shermantheater.com/event/sherma-con-2025/sherman-theater/Special thanks to David Gledhill and Slo-Mo for allowing us to use their song "Boy From the City." If you would like to hear what David is up to these days, please follow the link below!https://open.spotify.com/artist/2mkSfdbk3EkKfh45pd2CWH?si=-nDfgFOCTKu5j46m3B1pQwDon't forget to visit GamesOverBoard.com for links to our Instagram, Facebook, and YouTube and email us at Gamesoboard@gmail.com! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In this provocative and unapologetic discussion, the Nephilim Death Squad steps out of the shadows to engage with comedian and cultural commentator Owen Benjamin. The dialogue spans the intersections of comedy, free speech, and cultural shifts in the modern world, blending humor with existential questions about humanity's trajectory.The conversation kicks off with Owen's comedic takes on controversial figures like Elon Musk and Sam Hyde, as well as his critiques of political correctness and cancel culture. The Nephilim Death Squad, known for their cryptic insights and otherworldly perspectives, adds a surreal layer by questioning how ancient forces influence modern cultural movements.JOIN THE PATREON FOR AD FREE EPISODES BEFORE THEY DROP AND BECOME PART OF THE GROWING COMMUNITY OF DANGEROUS RTRDs ON TELEGRAM:https://www.patreon.com/NephilimDeathSquadFIND US ON SOCIAL MEDIA:NEPHILIM DEATH SQUAD:Nephilim Death Squad / SpreakerNephilim Death Squad / YouTubeNephilimDeathSquad / Rumble(@NephilimDSquad) / X(@nephilimdeathsquad) / Instagram(@nephilimdeathsquad) | TikToknephilidsquad@gmail.comTOPLOBSTA:(@TopLobsta) / X(@TopLobsta) / InstagramTopLobsta.com / MerchRAVEN: (@DavidLCorbo) / X(@ravenofnds) / InstagramWEBSITES:Nephilim Death Squad | Merchnephilimdeathsquad.com OUR SPONSORS:VanMan's Shop: Natural Health & Wellness Products No ExceptionsPROMO CODE: NEPHILIM10 FOR 10% OFFNadeau Shave Co. - The Affordable, Sustainable, Heathly ShavePROMO CODE : NEPHILIM FOR 15% OFFRife Technology – Real Rife TechnologyPROMO CODE : NEPHILIM FOR 10% OFFParasiteMovie.com - Parasite Cleanse and Detox – Parasite MoviePROMO CODE: NEPHILIM 10% OFFEmergency Survival Food, Seed, & Supplies | Heaven's Harvest – Heaven's Harvest StorePROMO CODE: NEPHILIM 5% OFFBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/nephilim-death-squad--6389018/support.

We grant a brand new Christmas wish, Dave tells us about professions that have changed from the "good old days," and more!

We grant a brand new Christmas wish, Dave tells us about professions that have changed from the "good old days," and more!

We grant a brand new Christmas wish, Dave tells us about professions that have changed from the "good old days," and more!

This holiday season the Blab Rats show you the probably mostly true story of the actual Last Court Jester.

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

As the second half of 2024 kicks off, the high strangeness has only increased throughout the world. With an election in weeks, it feels as if the psychological operations have kicked into high gear, including a palace coup to dethrone the King of Delaware, the elevation of the Court Jester to mythical proportions, and an assassination attempt on the Duke of the House of Orange. The American healthcare industry is the third leading cause of death each year, while a trillion dollars flows into it and the country just keeps getting sicker. Is this the fault of greedy pharma corporations, the obese average American, or both? The Octopus of Global Control Audiobook: https://amzn.to/3xu0rMm Anarchapulco 2024 Replay: www.Anarchapulco.com Promo Code: MACRO Sponsors: Chemical Free Body: https://www.chemicalfreebody.com Promo Code: MACRO C60 Purple Power: https://c60purplepower.com/ Promo Code: MACRO Wise Wolf Gold & Silver: www.Macroaggressions.gold True Hemp Science: https://truehempscience.com/ Haelan: https://haelan951.com/pages/macro Solar Power Lifestyle: https://solarpowerlifestyle.com/ Promo Code: MACRO LegalShield: www.DontGetPushedAround.com EMP Shield: www.EMPShield.com Promo Code: MACRO Christian Yordanov's Health Transformation Program: https://christianyordanov.com/macro/ Privacy Academy: https://privacyacademy.com/step/privacy-action-plan-checkout-2/?ref=5620 Coin Bit App: https://coinbitsapp.com/?ref=0SPP0gjuI68PjGU89wUv Macroaggressions Merch Store: https://www.teepublic.com/stores/macroaggressions?ref_id=22530 LinkTree: linktr.ee/macroaggressions Books: HYPOCRAZY: https://amzn.to/3VsPDp8 Controlled Demolition on Amazon: https://amzn.to/3ufZdzx The Octopus Of Global Control: Amazon: https://amzn.to/3VDWQ5c Barnes & Noble: https://bit.ly/39vdKeQ Online Connection: Link Tree: https://linktr.ee/Macroaggressions Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/macroaggressions_podcast/ Discord Link:  https://discord.gg/4mGzmcFexg Website: www.Macroaggressions.io Facebook: www.facebook.com/theoctopusofglobalcontrol Twitter: www.twitter.com/macroaggressio3 Twitter Handle: @macroaggressio3 Rumble: https://rumble.com/c/c-4728012 The Union Of The Unwanted LinkTree: https://linktr.ee/uotuw RSS FEED: https://uotuw.podbean.com/ Merch Store: https://www.teepublic.com/stores/union-of-the-unwanted?ref_id=22643&utm_campaign=22643&utm_medium=affiliate&utm_source

Identity For Us All - In this episode Paul tells the story of how he met his friend Ron, and how the interconnectedness of life can surprise and delight Intro Music by: Luke Dimond

Amin Elhassan joins the show to discuss the intricacies of the comments from Gilbert Arenas and Paul Pierce toward South Sudan's basketball team ahead of their matchup with Team USA and Luol Deng's response to those comments. We examine how Luol took the high road, the xenophobia soaked into what they said, the racism these players have faced over the years, and the Top 5 People Who Make Amin Feel Like a Piece of Shit. Then, Greg finally gets his chance to question Ron Magill's Africa story, and Deshawn Foster gets off to rough start as a Big 10 Head Coach. Plus, it's time for Thursday Thunder, a show spelling bee, and, as we discuss our Olympic sport coverage draft, Jeremy ruins everything with wokeness. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Kicking off a stretch of six spotlight episodes, Jake and Josh are watching "Ranger Green"! They've asked what's up with Ziggy, and now they get some answers. They also talk about their Lord of the Rings conditions, Dick Tracey villains, and RPM's placement on the timelinePatreon: patreon.com/heyjakeandjoshWebsite: MorphinGrid.tumblr.comArchive: heyjakeandjosh.comEmail: littleidiots.morphingrid@gmail.comTwitter: @morphingrid

On the twentieth episode of ATFT, I talk with director Craig Ienne Pedroza! Craig is a Jacksonville filmmaker who fell in love with cinema at a young age and his passion for film has only grown through the years. Musicals like The Court Jester, Singin' in the Rain, and The Sound of Music were some of the first musicals that have impacted him to this day. His favorite film is Damian Chazelle's La La Land. He earned a Bachelor's degree in Film & Production last year and has won both the Best Micro Short at Infinity Fest and Best Jax 180 at the Apologia Film Festival for his short film "The Candles are Wilting", which you can watch on YouTube by clicking here!: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MXecwF6x0xU.  This is Craig's third guest appearance on the wide release of ATFT! He was previously a guest on the episodes #FilmTwitter Trends: Directors edition and the 2024 Oscars Special. Overall, this is his fifth guest appearance on the show. This episode marks the first time I have interviewed a friend on ATFT! Craig and I became friends through our mutual friend, Taylor, who helped recruit him to join our team of making a short film. Craig was incredibly helpful and gave me advice I really needed at the time amidst the stressful environment. We share similar interests in film, especially in regards to Wong Kar- Wai. Two years later, we often talk or text about film and I love learning of his often fascinating, unique takes. When I started this podcast two years ago, it was always my intention to interview my friends but I grew somewhat hesitant since I expected I would know many of the answers to the questions asked. I ended up learning so much about Craig and I couldn't be happier with what became of this episode. This episode was recorded on May 10, 2024.  Craig's musical drama short, "We Dream of Eden", has been long anticipated. The film is about dreams and how a stranger can have a strong impact on another. The story is told through a young boy, Noah's (Aisha Christopher Williams jr), eyes and his fractured memories of the turbulent relationship between up- and- coming star July (Lina Smith) and her boyfriend Rowan (Jadon Le). Lina Smith has been a guest on two previously released episodes: Horror films and the 2024 Oscars Special! I was very fortunate to work on this film as a script supervisor but more so capturing behind the scenes footage. Craig's goal for the film is for the audience to leave the theater with a certain, individualized and impactful feeling. Craig led a positive and collaborative set filled with people who share a deep passion for film. "We Dream of Eden" will be submitted to a few film festivals so stay updated on when and where you can watch the short film by following @iennefilm on both Instagram and YouTube as well as his production company KAIBIGANfilm on Instagram.  Craig gives a very real, honest interview that spans from his early interest in film thanks to his grandparents and mother to reflecting on his previous work to his boldest project yet, "We Dream of Eden". His story and work ethic is sure to inspire aspiring filmmakers. In this episode, Craig and I also talk about the brilliance of 12 Angry Men, the challenges of filmmaking, and how he opened up and became more social thanks to three factors including film and his girlfriend Lina. All this and more on the latest episode of All the Film Things! Background music created and used with permission by the Copyright Free Music - Background Music for Videos channel on YouTube.

Welcome back to The Trip Report Podcast, a production of Beckley Waves, a Psychedelic Venture Studio.Today, I am speaking with Dennis Walker, AKA the Mycopreneur.I don't know about you, but I am always flummoxed by the seriousness of the discourse among stakeholders in the ‘psychedelic renaissance.'My guess is that this earnestness is the result of a few things:* a reverence and respect for the medicine* an attempt to extend objective scientific rigor to human communication and * the don't-rock-the-boat-formality of the biopharmaceutical industry to avoid regulator scrutiny.But whatever it is that has led to such formality we can be grateful that The Cosmic Joke will reliably appear on the timeline, thanks to Dennis.I imagine that many Trip Report subscribers are familiar with Dennis as the Court Jester of Psychedelics through his satirical video shorts and articles with titles like “Netflix Announces America's Next Top Shaman” and “Drake Enters MDMA-Assisted Therapy after Kendrick Traumatizes Him”.But in addition to lighthearted satire, Dennis and Mycopreneur are also focused on mushroom entrepreneurship beyond psychedelics in areas like myco-materials, mycoremediation, mycofiltration, and mycelium-based food products.It turns out that mushrooms have many, many potential and emerging uses in the modern economy.In this conversation, Dennis and I discuss:* The Origin and Evolution of Mycopreneur* The potential impact of Mushroom-based-technology* The importance of community in the mycological industry* The redefinition of the 'legacy market' versus the 'black market' for psychedelics* The gap between the demand for and the legal supply of legal psychedelic experiences * And much moreAnd now, I bring you my conversation with Dennis Walker.Listen to the episode on Substack, Spotify, Google or Apple.Credits:* Hosted by Zach Haigney * Produced by Zach Haigney, Erin Greenhouse, and Katelin Jabbari* Find us at thetripreport.com* Follow us on Instagram, Twitter, LinkedIn and YouTube* Theme music by MANCHO Sounds, Mixed and Mastered by Rollin Weary This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit www.thetripreport.com

This month, Annie and Dave are joined by two friends, Kate and Jeremy, to discuss The Court Jester, a 1955 film starring Danny Kaye and Basil Rathbone. Prepare for much buckling of swashes (and also unfortunately some loud thumping from the kids upstairs...)! Many thanks, as ever, to Cambo for our theme music. Contact us: willyoustillloveit@gmail.com Merch: bit.ly/love-it-tomorrow-podcast  

Flatulent Flutist, The Policeman's helmet, "I like this journey for you!". Court Jester.

Colden's back with a comedy movie that is just fine. Nothing crazy, no need to know about an obscure type of theatre - just a run of the mill comedy musical movie. But, because Colden is on things get a little zany.Colden's Social -Instagram: @coldenlambWebsite: www.coldenlamb.comYouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@ColdenLambA Marc Blitzstein Archive YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@BlitzsteinArchivePodcast Socials -Email: butasongpod@gmail.comFacebook: @butasongpodInstagram: @butasongpodTikTok: @butasongpodTwitter: @butasongpodNext episode: "The Mythic Crystal"!

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To finish Second Chance Month Jon brings back Blanche Daly in the first of many episodes she'll be in to talk about the best zombie Christmas musical movie ever (and potentially the only one)! Blanche picked this, by the way, and she came very prepared for this episode!Blanche's Instagram: @blanketjuiceThe Afictionados Links: https://linktr.ee/theafictionadosPodcast Socials -Email: butasongpod@gmail.comFacebook: @butasongpodInstagram: @butasongpodTikTok: @butasongpodTwitter: @butasongpodNext episode: The Court Jester!

On the 122nd episode of the SKIDS PODCAST; Alien Romulus Teaser released! Planet Fitness controversy, Lyoto Machita, Reimagining old stories, The Court Jester, and much more!!Opening Video -Dumpster fire Brighton Fire 04-18-13https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8n3ZzWKXaU4Coffee Brand Coffee -https://coffeebrandcoffee.com/Use the coupon code: gps1 to receive 5% off your purchase.  You will be supporting an independent, growing company, as well as our show in the process!!Terror Dogs: Every Scene | GHOSTBUSTERShttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BoP8P-LRGdUAlien: Romulus | Teaser Trailerhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GTNMt84KT0kTHE COURT JESTER | Short Film | Pauly Shore is Richard Simmonshttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YjVXPlutAMI&t=529s#skids #skidspodcast #garbagepailskids #gps #podcast #discussion #commentary #comedy #alien #alienromulus #movies #thecourtjester #richardsimmons #paulyshore #shorts #independant #lyotomachita #reimagining #remake #planetfitness #controversy #bravetalk #brave #bondgirl #jamesbond #007 #wwf #wwe #starwars #shatteredglass #romeoandjuliet #newrules #homeland #clairedanes #looneytunes #acme #wyliecoyote #roadrunner #mortalkombat #shaokahn #djangounchained #rugby #ufc

In this Episode of Truth 2 Power I spoke about the abundance of court jesters in black societies and how their presence is detrimental in certain situations.

This week Mike, Rich and Steve tackle five new releases - as usual, click the link to watch the trailer for each film... We kick off with THE BRICKLAYER (Sky), the latest thriller in which a man with an innocuous profession turns out to be a bad-ass retired agent! Hot on the heels of Warblade, which we covered in episode 257, comes FORTUNES OF WAR (101 Films), another WW2 movie about a disparate group of soldiers up against a superior Nazi force.  HEAD COUNT (Blue Finch Film Releasing) is a quirky thriller in which an escaped convict finds himself at the mercy of his own revolver and must backtrack through his memory to work out how many bullets remain... COLD MEAT (Signature Entertainment) is a survival horror movie involving people trapped in a snow blizzard... Finally, spritely assassin Ian McShane finds himself in Fuerteventura waiting for details about his last target, in AMERICAN STAR (Vertigo Releasing).   Our Short Shot is THE COURT JESTER, starring Pauly Shore as Richard Simmons. This is from the team behind The Samurai and the Cowboy so you know its gonna be good! Click the link to see the whole short.   We wrap things as usual with our DTV Throwback - this week its my choice, of PYEWACKET, in which a teen bites off more than she can chew when she summons an evil spirit in a moment of anger. You can find this available to stream on Amazon and other platforms.   Follow the Short Shots  on X (formerly Twitter) where you will find hundreds of links to awesome short films! Don't forget to also check out our main show, the DTV DIGEST on X and FACEBOOK!

Jon talks about doing more comedy, an update on The Court Jester (the Pauly Shore biopic of Richard Simmons), a problem for Pauly at the Comedy Store, Mando & Grogu hitting the "big screen" and what about The Heir To the Throne. A lead up to the Super Bowl, why is the GOP freaking out over Taylor Swift, Jon does another show at the Ardent Barrel Room, and RIP to Carl Weathers. Support this show on Venmo @ JonDpodcom Thanks to our sponsors, BlendJet and MondoMonsterWear!

FnA 011 - Groundhog Day SPECIAL - Spoilers and Triggers Rise and shine you wood chuck, chuckers..it's GROUNDHOG DAY!! That's right, in this episode Fred and Adrienne celebrate Punxsutawney Phil not seeing his shadow! Also, Fred and Adrienne start off this episode a little different...so be sure to tune in to see how they changed things up!Fred tells us about the latest Ghostbusters trailer as well as the newest Roadhouse remake that is premiering on Amazon next month starring Jake Gyllenhaal and Connor McGregor. We also hear Adrienne and Fred talk about Pauly Shore's latest project, The Court Jester, which is a short film on YouTube that focuses on Richard Simmons. I'm sure plenty of you remember him! The link to this short film is actually linked below, so check it out! Fred talks a little about the games he's been playing and streaming on twitch, so make sure you hop on twitch sometime to check him out!Adrienne shares 2 crime stories with us this week, and they are DEFINITELY A TRIGGER WARNING! These stories are dark and disturbing, but do end with justice!! The first disturbing story focuses on Shanda Vander Ark and the second, Baby Iris Rita Alfera. *We completely understand if these stories are too disturbing for you to hear*Fred ends the show with a tough question for us...it's definitely one that will make you think, so be sure to tune in to find out what it is!! So sit back, relax, grab a drink, grab a snack and we hope you enjoy the show!!! Links to what we discussed and also to our socials are below.Links:"Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire" - 2nd Trailer for the Sequel in the Sequel Series..."Road House" (2024) - Trailer for the Remake starring Jake Gyllenhaal & Conor McGregor"Road House" (1989) - Trailer for the Original film starring Patrick Swayze & Sam Elliott "The Court Jester" - Richard Simmons Short Biopic Starring Pauly Shore"The Wizard" (1989) - Trailer for one of the Greatest Films of All Time!!! Starring Fred Savage "It's so Bad" :)TWITCH - This is where I hang out now!!YouTube - Not so much Twitter Page - This is a good place to find us.Facebook Page - Sometimes here too!!Instagram Page Apple PodcastSpotifyGoogle Podcast

Joining us to give us his thoughts on a couple of the entertainment's hottest new releases is Tim Lammers, courtesy of our friends at Bradshaw and Bryant. He recaps the buzz Emma Stone is receiving for her film ‘Poor Things'. Also we discuss the short film on Richard Simmons.

Final stretch on this Friday, we chatted with our friend Tim Lammers, who gave his review and critique for Poor Things and Court Jester. Also we played a video of Drew Carey giving out his secret to success in the Price is Right and we relive the week's best moments with our Friday Rewind. 

Jennifer Lopez in a musical film for her next album. 21 Savage releasing a biopic for his new album. Donald Glover is 21 Savage, Pauly Shore is Richard Simmons. Are we living a simulation? Justice Smith is not doing 'The American Society of Magical Negroes' any justice, neither is David Allan Grier and Kobi Libii. There are no real friends on Housewives of Potomac. Why Eva Marcille and Tocarra are ANTM icons. And leg day sucks!!! --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/jason-clark-fox/support

Jon talks about Covid for Christmas, people and their "look at me trucks", middle age to the younger and older, why people might get down on their birthdays, the absurdity of White Claw 0%, Pauly Shore's biopic of Richard Simmons named The Court Jester, NFL Wildcard Weekend, and how people in the U.S. should know about the 988 Crisis Hotline.Thank you to our sponsors BlendJet and Mondo Monster Wear!!!Support the show thru Venmo@JonDpodcom

Just like us, medieval people loved a bit of entertainment at Christmas. But what did they consider funny? How did humorous stories spread in a world where most people could neither read nor write?In this episode of Gone Medieval, Dr. Eleanor Janega finds out more from Kleio Pethainou, who specialises in medieval comedy and storytelling, and also offers an authentic and bizarre Christmas Day story from the middle ages.This episode was produced by Rob Weinberg.For more about Kleio Pethainou, her podcast The Court Jester and books, visit: https://kleiopethainou.com/ **WARNING: This episode contains examples of medieval humour that some may find challenging to modern-day sensibilities**Discover the past with exclusive history documentaries and ad-free podcasts presented by world-renowned historians from History Hit. Watch them on your smart TV or on the go with your mobile device. Get 50% off your first 3 months with code MEDIEVAL sign up now for your 14-day free trial >You can take part in our listener survey here >

This episode of Resonate podcast, an inspiring conversation between Aideen Ni Riada and Dr. Gary WohIman, presentation coach, Transformational Somatic Trauma Therapist & Awakening Creativity Artist, we focus on sharing with our viewers a plethora of tools, tips and techniques Dr. Gary has created and developed over 50 years to bring your VOICE and MESSAGE out into the world as you've dreamed possible.Dr. Gary Wohlman is an archaeologist of the soul. He integrates presentation coaching, transformational body therapy to awakening creativity and to liberate stored physical, emotional and creative energy in our bodies, our chief instrument of communication.  In Australia, his “Wohlman Method for the Whole Person” therapeutic modality received government endorsement from the Department of Education & Training. His published book and living legacy, “Get up, stand up for your life”, is available on his mypresentationdoctor.com.  Dr. Gary's background also includes being a champion springboard diver, a professional improvisational storytelling court jester. Throughout his adventurous life, Dr. Gary has guided souls on an inner journey to identify, express and manifest what matters the most in their lives, to fully embody their most passionate purpose in the world and trust moving into unknown directions that call to their heart and soul.Connect with Dr. Gary: Website:  Dr. Gary ClubYouTube :  @masteringpresentationskill4125Audiobook: Dr. Gary AudiobookSupport the showThanks for listening! To book a free consultation with Aideen visit www.confidenceinsinging.com.

Anna Reidister from the ultra-cool new Boston band The Croaks, joins us on the show to talk about the bands early roots, influences like Fairport Convention, and more... Music The Charms "So Pretty"(theme music) The Croaks "The Court Jester" The Croaks "Big Bug" Produced and Hosted by Steev Riccardo twistedrico@gmail.com #TheCroaks

Spooky ska for all you rudies!00:00:00 – the Magnetics – Bloody Mary (Cocktails & Fairy Tales Vol. 1 '20)00:02:31 – We Are The Union – You're Dead / Vampire Ska (You're Dead / Vampire Ska '20)00:04:58 – Hans Gruber and the Die Hards – We're All Gonna Die (Hans Gruber and the Die Hards '17)00:06:57 – the Amphetameanies – Ghost Bus (Right Line in Nylons '00)00:09:27 – Llama Tsunami – Re: Your Brains (Werewolves in Space '16)00:13:35 – Lone Raspberry – the Mortician (Children of the Horn '96)00:17:02 – Skandalous All-Stars – Living Dead (Punk Steady '98)00:19:12 – Stop the Presses – Dead Man's Party (Money in the Bank '19)00:23:29 – Ultima Caida – Twilight Ska (Easygrooves vol. 1 comp '13)00:26:50 – the Seattleites – the Thing (the Thing! '19)00:30:30 – Western Standard Time Orchestra – Lon Cheney (Big Band Tribute to the Skatalites vol. II '15)00:35:38 – Laurel Aitken with the Court Jester's Crew – Jamboree (Jamboree '00)00:38:35 - Prince Buster - Ghost Dance (Ghost Dance / Sit Down and Cry '67)00:40:48 - MU330 – Please Don't Run (Ska is Dead '07)00:42:39 – Skavoovee & the Epitones – Blood Red Sky (Ripe '97)00:46:58 – Big D & the Kids Table – Deadpan (Strictly Rude '07)00:48:29 – the Slackers – the Mummy (the Question '98)00:51:37 – Be Like Max – Party in Hell (Against All Odds '15)00:54:43 – King Kong Girio – Dead Surfer's Lament (Now that I'm Gone '13)00:56:02 – the Talks – Don't Look Behind You (Commoners, Peers, Drunks & Thieves '14)00:58:55 – the Bandulus – Evildoers (the Times We Had '12)01:00:53 – Buck-O-Nine – Don't be Afraid (Punk Rock Halloween '17)01:03:45 - Grave Danger - Halloween (Tomb it May Concern '19)01:07:01 – the Siren Six! – Burn (the Voice with the Built-in Promise '96)01:11:02 – the A-OKs – Showdown (Words are Not for Eating '10)01:13:42 – 2000 Tons of TNT – Harvest Moon (Harvest Moon/Wonky '13)01:17:11 – Victory Kid – Clownin' (Thrillenials '18)01:19:51 – the Amphetameanies – Haunting (Last Chance Bordello '14)01:23:45 – Reel Big Fish – Evil Approaches (Punk Rock Halloween: Loud, Fast and Scary comp '17)01:27:15 - Bim Skala Bim - Skeleton (Ears & Eyes '94)01:30:29 - Sgt. Scagnetti - Necromance (Just Another Trick '98)01:33:53 - the Independents - Bloodline (Do it Again '08)01:37:20 – SkaTune Network – Beetlejuice Theme (Beetlejuice Theme '19)01:39:35 – Baked A La Ska – Calling All Ghosts (Skalloween '19)01:43:15 – the Kingpins – ‘Til the Following Night (Watch Your Back '96)01:45:30 – the Hempsteadys ft. Vinny Noble – When the Dead are Undead (Séance! Séance! '18)01:49:10 – Skamanians – Ghosts in the Park (Ride Again '14)01:53:09 – Skavoovie & the Epitones – Zombie Song (the Growler '99)01:56:46 – Profesor Galactico – Dia de Los Muertos (Sonic Waves from Beyond '12)

For ch. 37–38, we, ahem, define crimes against humanity. We also talk about Sammael's Cube Con 2000, EnlightenmentGate, how Needing Therapy Doesn't Make Up for the Atrocities, and Rand's Legal Abyss.

On this episode of Thirsty on Toon, we get tipsy while finding new hyper fixations, discussing cryptid lore, and getting not so briefly distracted by explaining why Eternals is an underrated MCU classic in this mid-year review spectacular.Thirsty on Toon is a member of the Talking Comics family of podcasts. Thirsty on Toon was co-created by Bronwyn Kelly-Seigh and Chris Ceary of Talking Comics and Gotham Outsiders, respectively. You can find Thirsty on Toon on Twitter @thirstyontoon. Bronwyn Kelly-Seigh and Chris Ceary are your co-hosts for this mature-rated podcast series.

Join as Dan and Brian gather to discuss one of Brian's all-time favorite films, The Court Jester, a witty medieval comedy musical. Join as they parse out the layers of deception and dramatic irony, celebrate Fisher Price's Great Adventures line of toys, and marvel at the "pestle with the poison" sequence. Get it? Got it. Good. Check out Dan's movie reviews: http://thegoodsreviews.com/ Subscribe, join the Discord, and find us on Letterboxd: http://thegoodsfilmpodcast.com/

by Charles Lear, author of “The Flying Saucer Investigators.”James W. Moseley was a part of the UFO scene from the days of the first private investigators in the early 1950s up until his death in 2012. He ran the longest running saucer group, the Saucer and Unexplained Celestial Events Research Society or S.A.U.C.E.R.S. (he and the group picked the acronym before they figured out what it could stand for) and steadily published a newsletter, known for most of its existence as Saucer Smear. Moseley has been called the Court Jester of UFOlogy due to his habit of poking fun at those who took themselves and the subject too seriously, and was involved in some hoaxes/pranks with his friend Gray Barker that became infamous. He wrote a book with Karl Pflock about his exploits in saucerdom that was published in 2002 titled Shockingly Close to the Truth: Confessions of a Grave-Robbing UFOlogist. In spite of his less-than-serious nature, he did do some serious investigation in his early days, and in one instance, looked into a saucer crash story and wrote an article about it that was published in the January 1955 issue of Gray Barker's magazine, The Saucerian. Read more 

In which the Movie Musical Man discusses The Court Jester (1955); Camelot (1967); and Quest for Camelot (1998). Original Air Date: 11/23/22. Interested in hearing every episode of M3: The Movie Musical Man? Become a $1/month Patron today by visiting patreon.com/musicalmanpod!