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Nothing but the pure life for Wells this week. Sun tans, surprise birthday decorations, spanish TV, and wait…back pain? Dammit. Side effect of turning 41 we guess. But hey, no complaints when you're in paradise, right? Meanwhile, Brandi just wrapped up at Sand In My Boots Festival where by all accounts her sets were straight litty kitty, and now she's got The Sphere in her sights as she preps for 5 weeks in Vegas w/ country music guy Kenny Chesney! Your hosts then debate the merits of street vs book smarts, wonder if you can watch a TV show AND read the book at the same time, and dive deep into an Aladdin revision theory that actually kinda makes sense…speaking of The Sphere, have you been? And have you ‘enhanced' your experience with anything? We wanna know! Hit us up in the VMs with your thoughts. Till next week…ok byeeee. Favorite Things this week: The Eternaut (en Español!) Assassin in Paradise (game) The Order Handmaid's Tale Sunset on the Reaping (book) The Stand (book) Thanks to our awesome sponsors for supporting this episode!  Mood: Get 20% off your first order at Mood.com/YFT with promo code YFT. Hungryroot: For a limited time get 40% off your first box PLUS get a free item in every box for life. Go to Hungryroot.com/yft and use code yft. Happy Mammoth: For a limited time get 15% off on your entire first order at happymammoth.com and use the code YFT. Prolon: Visit ProlonLife.com/YFT to claim your 15% discount sitewide plus a $40 bonus gift when you subscribe to their 5-Day Program! Quince: Treat your closet to a little summer glow-up with Quince. Go to Quince.com/yft for free shipping on your order and 365 day returns. Article: Visit article.com/yft for $50 off your first purchase of $100 or more. Betterhelp: Visit BetterHelp.com/favoritething to get 10% off your first month. Don't forget to rate, review, and follow Your Favorite Podcast! Plus, keep up with us between episodes on our Instagram pages, @yftpodcast @wellsadams and @brandicyrus and be sure to leave us a voicemail with your fave things at 858-630-1856!  This podcast is brought to you by Podcast Nation.

The guys break down the Wolves series clinching win over the Warriors, Tommy Olson is back in studio, the gang share their thoughts on the Vikings 2025 schedule

The guys break down the Wolves series clinching win over the Warriors, Tommy Olson is back in studio, the gang share their thoughts on the Vikings 2025 scheduleSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The guys break down the Wolves series clinching win over the Warriors, Tommy Olson is back in studio, the gang share their thoughts on the Vikings 2025 schedule

The weather outside's delightful, and there can be no better time than to sit in a dark room, and enjoy some crap chat and nine nifty songs from ROTHCO, Caught On Sight, Kathleen Turner Overdive, GOK2, NOX, Eville, The Sex Organs, 3615 Francis and Larry 73.Voice of Jeff, Comedy Suburbs, Dammit, Tony has your Facebook comment, last week, Andor, Tony had a gig in Whitchurch, Wedding band, book, Eastern European historical fiction, pope, Forest, car, From the Vaults, Tony's International Gig Guide, Apocalypse Babys, this week, gig in Bolton, Norway Day, Forest v West Ham, no Izzatwat, live bed, Poetry Corner and a reminder of the ways you can listen!Song 1: ROTHCO – Coming In HotSong 2: Caught On Sight - BYEgonesSong 3: Kathleen Turner Overdive – End Of The LineSong 4: GOK2 - B.T.F.D.Song 5: NOX – Dentro Il CovoSong 6: Eville – Get With MeSong 7: The Sex Organs - ItchSong 8: 3615 Francis - PlayboySong 9: Larry 73 - Radio Silence

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On today's show, we will check out the latest Jean Claude Van Damme movie franchise, Kill Em Alls with Kill Em All and Kill Em All 2. Moody and Groo update you on their latest comings and goings, including Las Vegas for WrestleMania and Dead & Co. Show Rundown: Maria Shriver's book of poetry, Robert Patrick is joining the cast of Tulsa King for season 3, No go for the newest incarnation of a live-action Street Fighter movie, Ralph Macchio talks about a potential for a My Cousin Vinney sequel and we are all a bit skeptical, Avengers Doomsday is coming, HBO Max and Billy Joel are teaming up to take an extensive look into his life and career, Kill Em All, Hanging with Peter Stormare in catering, Maria Conchita Alonso, Does Kill Em All cop too much from Usual Suspects? Kill Em All 2 the sequel that nobody needed? We head right into exposition and action, Expectations on movies that are straight to streaming, Final reviews, Cheech and Chong's Last Movie, Vice Tv's The Grudge, and Jeremy Renner details his recovery on Joe Rogan. For our next episode of Nothing Worthwhile, we are live from Tampa Bay. It's a Moody bucket list concert and Groo's 50th birthday celebration, It's AC/DC! For our next episode of Van Dammit we move ahead to 1998, Jean Claude is back this time teaming up with SNL funnyman Rob Schneider for Knock Off! What happens when a fashion designer joins forces with a C.I.A. agent to combat terrorism, It's JCVD gold! No Retreat, No Surrender!

The big man that hits DINGERS for the 'Stros.. Well he's no stranger to injury issues..

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Fresh off the release of his debut album “The Real Me,” Kyle M joins Brandon Wardell on BJS Radio for a serious one-on-one interview and a performance of the titular track “The Real Me” and a cover of Blink-182's “Dammit”. Previously known for his work on Good Neighbor on YouTube, Nathan For You, SNL, Saturday Morning All Star Hits, Brigsby Bear, Y2K, and more, Kyle M's new project is an album that spans genres including Rock N Roll, Country, Dance, and R&B. Listen to his album or buy it on vinyl: sthrow.com/therealmeVideo episode on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JKgC-D5qqoMFollow Kyle on social media:instagram.com/kylemooneyX.com/kylemooneyFollow Brandon and the show on social media:instagram.com/bswardellinstagram.com/thebrandonjamelshowx.com/BRANDONWARDELLBuy tickets to the 5/2 LA show here:https://www.eventbrite.com/e/brandon-jamel-and-friends-tickets-1324604701319?aff=ebdssbdestsearchJoin The Brandon Jamel Show Patreon for weekly bonus episodes and our audiobook reading series for the “Side Chick Catching Main Chick Feelings” trilogy, the DiddyWatch special, livestream archives, and more: https://www.patreon.com/thebrandonjamelshow

Dan and Grant (finally) drop their 2025 NBA awards ballots, including a HANDFUL OF BRAND-SPANKING NEW CATEGORIES nominated by our subscribes! TIMESTAMPS⬇️0:00 - INTRO1:25 - Our approach2:50 - MVP17:47 - All-NBA 28:14 - Defensive Player of the Year36:39 - All-Defense45:40 - Rookie of the Year50:34 - All- Rookie59:24 - Most Improved Players1:06:33 - Sixth Man of the Year1:09:03 - Coach of the Year 1:12:36 - Executive of the Year1:17:31 - Clutch Player of the Year1:20:27 - Best Finisher Under 6'5"1:22:47 - The Aaron Wiggins Award1:24:48 - The Jaxson Hayes Award1:27:48 - Worst Contract 1:28:52 - Black Hole Award1:31:44 - Stars Who Made The Biggest Sacrifice Award1:34:57 - They Should Have Played More, Dammit! (Duop Reath Award)SUPPORT THE SHOW BY PURCHASING HARDWOOD KNOCKS MERCHJOIN OUR DISCORDSUBSCRIBE TO OUR YOUTUBE CHANNELFOLLOW US ON SOCIAL⬇️TikTok: @hardwoodknocksTwitter @HardwoodKnocksInstagram: @hardwood_knocks Dan's Bluesky: @danfavaleDan's Twitter: @danfavaleDan's IG: @danfavaleGrant's Bluesky: @granthughesBUSINESS INQUIRES⬇️hardwoodknocks@gmail.comSUPPORT THE SHOW BY PURCHASING HARDWOOD KNOCKS MERCHJOIN OUR DISCORDSUBSCRIBE TO OUR YOUTUBE CHANNELFOLLOW US ON SOCIAL⬇️TikTok: @hardwoodknocksTwitter @HardwoodKnocksInstagram: @hardwood_knocks Dan's Bluesky: @danfavaleDan's Twitter: @danfavaleDan's IG: @danfavaleGrant's Bluesky: @granthughesBUSINESS INQUIRES⬇️hardwoodknocks@gmail.com

Every day it continues, Trump wreaks havoc on our institutions, ignores the Constitution, and attacks who and what America is, and every day Democrats hem and haw and hesitate and huddle to maybe figure out how to possibly respond. Huh? Dammit Dems, wake the hell up and fight. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

I had plenty of moving boxes, just in case of whatever. I didn't feel like I was home–perhaps this was the cause of the depressive mess. I was working out okay, and eating…okay… kind of. –besides being unable to actually tell if I was hungry or not unless the circumstances were extreme. Lentils and pasta with garlic salt–cause I don't give any kind of fuck right now. I knew something might be wrong when I was just eating raw cabbage with squirts of japanese barbeque sauce. I'm enjoying myself thoroughly, but thinking– “God, this just seems…this just feels wrong.” It's just cabbage. I'm like, “Fuck it, this is good.” It was as if somewhere in my mind if I cleaned up the mess to my standards, it would be too perfect–and that when things were perfect, it gave life an excuse to come crashing down. One of the last thoughts I had just before my son died–the night before–was that things were perfect. They weren't–obviously–but from where I had been, they were looking up. So far up, that they seemed perfect. And as for perfect was concerned…I had never seen a more perfect human being in my life. My son was gorgeous. Of course, most mothers feel that way about their offspring, even when to say the least, it isn't entirely true–but to a mother, this is always true. But this boy, everyone thought was absolutely perfect. A beautiful boy. He might have even been about 6 feet tall. Might have been. But if things were perfect, and they weren't–but I had at least let myself think so–the universe might have worked itself around this tragedy. Instead in my mind, things were perfect, and so life came crashing down. I thought things were perfect, the next day, my son drowned. By the grace of God, I still had one son left. He was also perfect. Now, apparently, [redacted] Well, what do you expect? Maybe I was a little crazy. I very rarely thought about my son, because if I spent time doing that, I might have been a wreck. –more of a wreck. Actually, I was increasingly put together–outstanding considering the previous circumstances. But everyone has a story. None of this makes me special– Especially in New York City, where almost everyone thinks they're special, and almost nobody is. Almost Nobody. And that might as well have been my name. I wasn't nobody– I was Almost Nobody. An honest nobility. But– And I might have looked through Will Ferrell on any other day, because like most big time movie stars, he was invisible to me. Once you're ‘this many' famous, it's almost like a reversal effect on my psyche. I don't hate you. I don't like you. You're just–too famous. I.e.--invisible. –Besides this, however, was the fact that I was peeling my eyelids back with toothpicks from having them shut before what I considered as a full “work day” was over. And on this day, in the documentary that I considered as “work…” Actually, very hard work– Very hard work– He happened to have been wearing a shirt that reminded me of the shirt my son was wearing in one of the last ever photos I took of him. —actually, both of them were wearing that shirt. We were all dressed alike. Family pictures. Matching outfits. You know–the kind of shit you do when you're happily married– Or unhappily, but still married with children and making the best of it because you're married with children That sort of shit. And that day was probably the very best day because I took the very best pictures of the very best boys– But of course, I didn't remember anything about that day besides taking those pictures. So there, in my mind, it stood. Now, what does this have to do with Will Ferrell's shirt? Almost nothing, besides making a point of sense memory. Anyway, isn't it obvious? {Enter The Multiverse} When something invisible becomes suddenly visible, you have no choice but to look at it as some sort of miracle. An act of God. What kind of miracle was this? I didn't know. The Complex Collective © Sure, let's just chalk up all this uncontrollable crying and depressive nonsense to that. Under the circumstances–to chalk it up to anything else? [The Festival Project ™ ] [A MAN exits THE STUDIO in the shadow of night.] V.O. That could be devastating. L E G E N D S – The Return of S U P A[Redacted]™ [A MAN is tied to a chair in a dark and murky chamber; a spotlight shines onto him from above; the cheesecloth Lol cheesecloth how fitting. Classic. –is removed from his mouth. Naturally, he immediately begins speaking.] Why–am I sitting here– In–a fuckin'--suit?! That's your work uniform! What the fuck! You don't like it? What the– Haha. [his arms are taped tightly to the armrest] What–NO–i don't like it. Well then, you don't know who you are. [The man pauses, as a blank look falls over his face–suddenly this seems true, as if his mind been completely erased. As if–he's just realized–he bears absolutely no identity.] Holy shit. Jeezus. That is terrifying. INT. STAIRWELL. NIGHT [The sound of the thunderous stormy rain batters the house almost hauntingly–the television sets all bear a static loss of signal–young STEPHEN runs in a panic up the stairs to the GALLEY, where his UNCLE JACK is often found] UNCLE JACK! UNCLE JACK! I buy things with pennies not worth picking up– I live in a dumpster made of don't-wants. Over a period of time it slowly began to occur to me that I had no idea what I had written–that is, what had been published, or who had read it. It was certain: someone had. However… to what limit was this exposure. And–was it dangerous? Fuck. I knew nothing entirely of the redactions, except that I'd redacted it. But what about the text surrounding the redactions. What the fuck exactly did I write about? I forgot how high I was–or where i'd been. Not literally high, of course, but….figuratively speaking. Fuck. Hurry, hurry along, It's been a long time I can't help you along, Die alone, ride along It's been a long time… See, I told you the Upper West Side was the best side. maybe it's just the least not-great side. ehh , tomato-potato. For the crust, try flax seed meal cinnamon agave Oil What time is it on the West Coast? The ghost of Conan arrived Under a blanket of blue light, and sighed “I've been wasting my time here” I had to disagree, kind of. What time is it here? I'm locked in for one more day; I'm locked in for one more hour I'm wasting valuable dark time with my life shit But I'm so tired my eyes are burning And I'm so sore My arms are stuck. I should run for the coffee; Or turn for the cornbread They're all getting sick of us They're all getting sicker I decided to pack my life up And hault all of it over I woke up sore But I wrote a song On a four leaf clover It was four in the morning The ghost of Conan Won me over It was four in the morning I'm locked in for one more hour It was four in the morning An hour ahead A four leaf clover It was four in the morning I needed a water It's one more hour A four leaf clover The ghost of Conan I start recording To cut the corner Conan O'Brien It's one in the morning— You're one hundred years old; You ought to be sleeping. … It's midnight. I live in Hollywood. And i'm a vampire. Ah. Sweet dreams. // Happy Trails. L E G E N D S Shapeshifting is simple— not the process or practice of changing one's form, but simply shifting one's consciousness into another vessel either partially, or entirely. But— Just because it's simple, doesn't mean it's also easy. {Enter The Multiverse} Often times in matters of consciousness, anything is dangerous. I did have strange dreams—so, as to say instructed by ‘the ghost of Conan O'Brien', I was decent at following directions, being as his tone might have been dauntingly sarcastic, or sardonic—but I kept forgetting to look up what the latter meant, and so it was with heavy sarcasm after I awoke to transcribe whatever frequency waves I was being blugeoned with under the pure blue light of my otherwise darkened studio—as blue light always seem merciless to whatever was lurking in the corners of my deep subconscious, I wasn't altogether too suprised that this time it was Conan “Snowball” O'Brien, because I had been so recently impressed with his Oscar's performance—and before that, English tends with the type of comedy that had given him the nickname I had chosen for him—or codename, because, by now, the hosts had come one by one with a point to make and a line to put across, and though it had been at some kind of increased trajectory since He who might should probably not be named for fear the sudden and highly publicized combustion of the then currently raining Tonight show host— it was as if it had been raining everymans in blue suits and shined loafers for the inside of a year, however, it had indeed kind of presently enough started with my co-worker “Kimmel”, who was fascinated with the kind of Television that breeds a familiarity with these kinds of people— and Jay Leno was also sort of like some sort of fairy that just kind of occurred randomly at times, living back in LA. I was sure it had been Jay Leno in LA traffic in some kind of a classic car— only later to find that he indeed was a collector and enthusiast of cars and motorcycles, and I tried not to hold the later against him. My dreams had been odd at best and filled with people I very rarely thought about— the man in Los Angeles I once lived with who I was sure was a [redacted[, and also just happened to look the way Will Ferrell would age to eventually look. This, I found fascinating. Will Ferrell didn't look like that at the time, But he did now— and even his style of comedy was growing on me, because I didn't find myself capable of it. What kind of comedy was I capable of? Right now, the invisible kind. After a heavy breakfast, I had finally realized why ‘Tears of A Clown' was incomplete— Apparently I had to include all of my performances—- This would make the album hard to listen to, at least for me. But the concept was the concept. I had already hidden other comics amongst the tracks and probably without too much trouble— from recordings I had taken myself and were impossible to find elsewhere. This side project was beginning to be a whole album project, and [rarity] was still just not even something I moderately even wanted to consider doing, however— ‘story.' had somehow come to the top of the page where my masters were kept, and it reminded me that perhaps I was in the same kind of pressure position now that I was then— and that in order for things to change— to get a new apartment or to visit with my son- I would have to medicate in order to write the kind of music i wasn't writing; the anxiety had finally collided with impatience, and lack of focus, and all the classic symptoms of ADHD's spiraling depression, but I was still glad I hadn't become dependent on the girl next door for her adderall prescription. I wasn't gonna be her little bitch. Especially not in that way. It seemed a pattern amongst these people to create a need and dependency in order to gain power and control— and thusly, the dynamic had lost my trust and respect, and so I was just kind of… around— out there, and not caring really what it was or what it all meant. I had woken up to immediate breakfast still early but late for me— a day off of the gym is what my muscles cried and ached for, and even the scrambled tofu rice breakfast like my dad used to make with tofu instead of scrambled eggs wasn't all the way satisfying or complete without the chocolate and banana malt shake— now I shouldn't be hungry, but it wasn't hunger that was doing me in— I almost refused coffee because I wanted to go back to sleep. I had slept early enough that it shouldn't have been an issue, but I was exhausted. Come on, you defunct dinosaur motherfucker! 97! A baby! The reptilian hides his true identity in order to conform. [The Festival Peoject ™ Presents] Will Ferrell In “The Guru” Wait, I Gotta go write this other thing. Wow, Tina Fey looks great. Worth the new email address? It was already said and done. I could eat this fucking documentary for lunch. –yesss. Stephen Colbert had the middle name of an equally middle aged black man. But this was besides the point. I was already 30-and-a-half-seconds exactly into scooping up a new email addressed when I realized– Oh no. Emergency brakes initiated. If this is a documentary about Saturday Night Live– And its on Peacock– (And it's on Peacock) –then there's a pretty good chance– –and Tina Fey's in it. -she looks incredible. Jesus! –then. Fuck. Dammit. There's a slight chance [redacted] might just–not–be in it. Might not be. Hm Well, let's see. Worth the risk? Worth a shot. To the face (or of Tequila) I hate Tequila. It's not for you. It's not– Give me that. Goddammit. Fu–darnint. Goddamit I had avoided Jimmy Fallon's face for like a year straight at least– Call it two if you count the moment exactly from the Thanksgiving Macy's Day Parade, that one year. THE COSMIC AVENGER SUPRISE. NO. GODDAMMIT. Does it matter that the word “surprise” here is spelled wrong? No. It's almost like–it should be. THE COSMIC AVENGER FANGIRLS! That's worse than fiddlesticks! Worth mentioning that. Really. All from an ad? Two ads, i caught a snippet of the Booking.com commercial Apparently, you did this. STEPHEN COLBERT YOu did THIS. Shut up, not now Tyrone. So he's just He's Tyrone now. Obviously. Look. No Look at –0 Noh. [A group of surfers sit huddled beyond the break.] Oh. No swell. So…so flat. Nah…There's a wave coming. Just wait for it. This is pathetic, man. No, there's something. I can feel it. It's like a fishbowl man. Nada. Just–wait, sharkbait! Forget it, I'm going home. [two surfers paddle away reluctantly] MEANWHILE A storm spotted just off the coast of Los angeles california may bring the entire western coast Tsunami-like waves. [read: Tsunami] [the bottom of the screen is issuing an emergency evacuation silently over b-roll of the red carpet] But first WHAT THIS UP AND COMING STARLET WORE TO THE MET GALA Lol Classic {As Seen On TV} [Enter The Multiverse} I had developed quite the fascination with Saturday Night Live; Not because of Jimmy Fallon, of course, who arguably ruined the show by creating the trend of breaking character On camera With his world-class smile, and entourage plethora of adoring female fans. Stay away from him Not a problem. He's venomous. Alright. Noted. Liz, I have some documents for you to sign. Documents. What documents. *squints really hard* I'll be right back. First of all, Lets just get one thing straight: I am not a fangirl of, Nor am I obsessed with[redacted} Right. Ok. And in case you need closure, here's what I am obsessed with, here. [the 34,000 multidimensional and extraterrestrial life forces which use [The Host of The Tonight Show] as a portal and/or vessel.] OH. WOW. THAT'S– Yeah. WOW. How–is that a regular blacklight? Does it look like a regular blacklight? Nothing is regular about this. Jesus effing.. God! Yeah. Wow. YEAH. You don't want me to shine a real blacklight on this guy– Trust me. OK? Gross. HOST1 I don't know what you're insinuating. [squints really super extra hard] Nothing. L E G E N D S So…worth it? Worth it…Tina Fey…worth it. Alright. I win this one. Win what? Are you playing this dumb game too? The prize winnings are sustaining my lifestyle. [Tina Fey eating corn chips sustaining her lifestyle.] Luxe. Isn't it? It was like staring into the sun. [The Festival Project ™ ] Lil bitz Man, I use my googles sparingly. I really do. If I google something that's kind of iffy– even in incognito, Or with a VPN I hurry up and erase my history. I erase everything Shit. I erase my history faster than the white power movement. I'm serious. I erase my history harder and faster than a white supremasist. “that's in your mind!” What's in my mind? Nothing happened here! THOSE DAYS ARE OVER. Why is this all in one document? idk i just kinda suddenly noticed how NBC is so left learning it's almost too forcibly progressive. Look, this is all just–too much for me! Okay? Too much for you?! Oh please! If anybody asks me anything, I'm going to admit it! Admit what?! You don't do that! You don't admit anything! Admit what?! Exactly! Jesus Christ. It's all good in practice, but when it comes down to it, i'll break. Don't let them break you! I'll break. Listen to me. I'm being violated. Listen to me. This is offensive! Shut the fuck up. I can't believe you said that! What did I say?! [doe eyes] You know what. Fine. Fuck it. [super wide eyed blank stare] You're right. If anyone comes for you, just–run, goddammit. What. Run at em, for christs sakes. You gargantuan motherfucker. I'm–not that tall. I meant your ego. 0.0 This is a calamity. I'm astonished you think that. Listen, Larry. Larry. Right. When we're finished playing Atari, I gotta have a real heart-to-heart with you. Heart to heart what? [Ron produces a bleeding, beating human heart, seemingly out of nowhere; ‘LARRY' jumps back and stutters in shock and confusion] –WOAH. [RON emotionlessly presses a combination into the controller.] Oh look. I win. I–WHAT?! You dropped your controller. WHERE DID YOU GET THAT? Special combination: it's not a cheat code. People say it's a cheat code. THAT'S A HUMAN HEART. YOU'RE A MURDERER. I'm not a murderer; it's still beating, look: That's–[crazy]--That's–put that back. That's what I need your help for. My help what?! With that?! Don't be a sore loser. [IMMORTAL COMBAT] What?! “Heart To Heart” Tall tales, and heads, then tails again Trails and tears and trails of blood lead on thy stool Thy path as wilted flower waits And blue eyed gaze barely, Hold tongues and does shatter glass hearts and bare minds, And bare breasts And peach flesh, And Bare bones And blank stares and Fair is fair the frier the fire The goal the goal And the eye is the eye And the eye is golden I like fair shadows {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2018-2025 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.™

I had plenty of moving boxes, just in case of whatever. I didn't feel like I was home–perhaps this was the cause of the depressive mess. I was working out okay, and eating…okay… kind of. –besides being unable to actually tell if I was hungry or not unless the circumstances were extreme. Lentils and pasta with garlic salt–cause I don't give any kind of fuck right now. I knew something might be wrong when I was just eating raw cabbage with squirts of japanese barbeque sauce. I'm enjoying myself thoroughly, but thinking– “God, this just seems…this just feels wrong.” It's just cabbage. I'm like, “Fuck it, this is good.” It was as if somewhere in my mind if I cleaned up the mess to my standards, it would be too perfect–and that when things were perfect, it gave life an excuse to come crashing down. One of the last thoughts I had just before my son died–the night before–was that things were perfect. They weren't–obviously–but from where I had been, they were looking up. So far up, that they seemed perfect. And as for perfect was concerned…I had never seen a more perfect human being in my life. My son was gorgeous. Of course, most mothers feel that way about their offspring, even when to say the least, it isn't entirely true–but to a mother, this is always true. But this boy, everyone thought was absolutely perfect. A beautiful boy. He might have even been about 6 feet tall. Might have been. But if things were perfect, and they weren't–but I had at least let myself think so–the universe might have worked itself around this tragedy. Instead in my mind, things were perfect, and so life came crashing down. I thought things were perfect, the next day, my son drowned. By the grace of God, I still had one son left. He was also perfect. Now, apparently, [redacted] Well, what do you expect? Maybe I was a little crazy. I very rarely thought about my son, because if I spent time doing that, I might have been a wreck. –more of a wreck. Actually, I was increasingly put together–outstanding considering the previous circumstances. But everyone has a story. None of this makes me special– Especially in New York City, where almost everyone thinks they're special, and almost nobody is. Almost Nobody. And that might as well have been my name. I wasn't nobody– I was Almost Nobody. An honest nobility. But– And I might have looked through Will Ferrell on any other day, because like most big time movie stars, he was invisible to me. Once you're ‘this many' famous, it's almost like a reversal effect on my psyche. I don't hate you. I don't like you. You're just–too famous. I.e.--invisible. –Besides this, however, was the fact that I was peeling my eyelids back with toothpicks from having them shut before what I considered as a full “work day” was over. And on this day, in the documentary that I considered as “work…” Actually, very hard work– Very hard work– He happened to have been wearing a shirt that reminded me of the shirt my son was wearing in one of the last ever photos I took of him. —actually, both of them were wearing that shirt. We were all dressed alike. Family pictures. Matching outfits. You know–the kind of shit you do when you're happily married– Or unhappily, but still married with children and making the best of it because you're married with children That sort of shit. And that day was probably the very best day because I took the very best pictures of the very best boys– But of course, I didn't remember anything about that day besides taking those pictures. So there, in my mind, it stood. Now, what does this have to do with Will Ferrell's shirt? Almost nothing, besides making a point of sense memory. Anyway, isn't it obvious? {Enter The Multiverse} When something invisible becomes suddenly visible, you have no choice but to look at it as some sort of miracle. An act of God. What kind of miracle was this? I didn't know. The Complex Collective © Sure, let's just chalk up all this uncontrollable crying and depressive nonsense to that. Under the circumstances–to chalk it up to anything else? [The Festival Project ™ ] [A MAN exits THE STUDIO in the shadow of night.] V.O. That could be devastating. L E G E N D S – The Return of S U P A[Redacted]™ [A MAN is tied to a chair in a dark and murky chamber; a spotlight shines onto him from above; the cheesecloth Lol cheesecloth how fitting. Classic. –is removed from his mouth. Naturally, he immediately begins speaking.] Why–am I sitting here– In–a fuckin'--suit?! That's your work uniform! What the fuck! You don't like it? What the– Haha. [his arms are taped tightly to the armrest] What–NO–i don't like it. Well then, you don't know who you are. [The man pauses, as a blank look falls over his face–suddenly this seems true, as if his mind been completely erased. As if–he's just realized–he bears absolutely no identity.] Holy shit. Jeezus. That is terrifying. INT. STAIRWELL. NIGHT [The sound of the thunderous stormy rain batters the house almost hauntingly–the television sets all bear a static loss of signal–young STEPHEN runs in a panic up the stairs to the GALLEY, where his UNCLE JACK is often found] UNCLE JACK! UNCLE JACK! I buy things with pennies not worth picking up– I live in a dumpster made of don't-wants. Over a period of time it slowly began to occur to me that I had no idea what I had written–that is, what had been published, or who had read it. It was certain: someone had. However… to what limit was this exposure. And–was it dangerous? Fuck. I knew nothing entirely of the redactions, except that I'd redacted it. But what about the text surrounding the redactions. What the fuck exactly did I write about? I forgot how high I was–or where i'd been. Not literally high, of course, but….figuratively speaking. Fuck. Hurry, hurry along, It's been a long time I can't help you along, Die alone, ride along It's been a long time… See, I told you the Upper West Side was the best side. maybe it's just the least not-great side. ehh , tomato-potato. For the crust, try flax seed meal cinnamon agave Oil What time is it on the West Coast? The ghost of Conan arrived Under a blanket of blue light, and sighed “I've been wasting my time here” I had to disagree, kind of. What time is it here? I'm locked in for one more day; I'm locked in for one more hour I'm wasting valuable dark time with my life shit But I'm so tired my eyes are burning And I'm so sore My arms are stuck. I should run for the coffee; Or turn for the cornbread They're all getting sick of us They're all getting sicker I decided to pack my life up And hault all of it over I woke up sore But I wrote a song On a four leaf clover It was four in the morning The ghost of Conan Won me over It was four in the morning I'm locked in for one more hour It was four in the morning An hour ahead A four leaf clover It was four in the morning I needed a water It's one more hour A four leaf clover The ghost of Conan I start recording To cut the corner Conan O'Brien It's one in the morning— You're one hundred years old; You ought to be sleeping. … It's midnight. I live in Hollywood. And i'm a vampire. Ah. Sweet dreams. // Happy Trails. L E G E N D S Shapeshifting is simple— not the process or practice of changing one's form, but simply shifting one's consciousness into another vessel either partially, or entirely. But— Just because it's simple, doesn't mean it's also easy. {Enter The Multiverse} Often times in matters of consciousness, anything is dangerous. I did have strange dreams—so, as to say instructed by ‘the ghost of Conan O'Brien', I was decent at following directions, being as his tone might have been dauntingly sarcastic, or sardonic—but I kept forgetting to look up what the latter meant, and so it was with heavy sarcasm after I awoke to transcribe whatever frequency waves I was being blugeoned with under the pure blue light of my otherwise darkened studio—as blue light always seem merciless to whatever was lurking in the corners of my deep subconscious, I wasn't altogether too suprised that this time it was Conan “Snowball” O'Brien, because I had been so recently impressed with his Oscar's performance—and before that, English tends with the type of comedy that had given him the nickname I had chosen for him—or codename, because, by now, the hosts had come one by one with a point to make and a line to put across, and though it had been at some kind of increased trajectory since He who might should probably not be named for fear the sudden and highly publicized combustion of the then currently raining Tonight show host— it was as if it had been raining everymans in blue suits and shined loafers for the inside of a year, however, it had indeed kind of presently enough started with my co-worker “Kimmel”, who was fascinated with the kind of Television that breeds a familiarity with these kinds of people— and Jay Leno was also sort of like some sort of fairy that just kind of occurred randomly at times, living back in LA. I was sure it had been Jay Leno in LA traffic in some kind of a classic car— only later to find that he indeed was a collector and enthusiast of cars and motorcycles, and I tried not to hold the later against him. My dreams had been odd at best and filled with people I very rarely thought about— the man in Los Angeles I once lived with who I was sure was a [redacted[, and also just happened to look the way Will Ferrell would age to eventually look. This, I found fascinating. Will Ferrell didn't look like that at the time, But he did now— and even his style of comedy was growing on me, because I didn't find myself capable of it. What kind of comedy was I capable of? Right now, the invisible kind. After a heavy breakfast, I had finally realized why ‘Tears of A Clown' was incomplete— Apparently I had to include all of my performances—- This would make the album hard to listen to, at least for me. But the concept was the concept. I had already hidden other comics amongst the tracks and probably without too much trouble— from recordings I had taken myself and were impossible to find elsewhere. This side project was beginning to be a whole album project, and [rarity] was still just not even something I moderately even wanted to consider doing, however— ‘story.' had somehow come to the top of the page where my masters were kept, and it reminded me that perhaps I was in the same kind of pressure position now that I was then— and that in order for things to change— to get a new apartment or to visit with my son- I would have to medicate in order to write the kind of music i wasn't writing; the anxiety had finally collided with impatience, and lack of focus, and all the classic symptoms of ADHD's spiraling depression, but I was still glad I hadn't become dependent on the girl next door for her adderall prescription. I wasn't gonna be her little bitch. Especially not in that way. It seemed a pattern amongst these people to create a need and dependency in order to gain power and control— and thusly, the dynamic had lost my trust and respect, and so I was just kind of… around— out there, and not caring really what it was or what it all meant. I had woken up to immediate breakfast still early but late for me— a day off of the gym is what my muscles cried and ached for, and even the scrambled tofu rice breakfast like my dad used to make with tofu instead of scrambled eggs wasn't all the way satisfying or complete without the chocolate and banana malt shake— now I shouldn't be hungry, but it wasn't hunger that was doing me in— I almost refused coffee because I wanted to go back to sleep. I had slept early enough that it shouldn't have been an issue, but I was exhausted. Come on, you defunct dinosaur motherfucker! 97! A baby! The reptilian hides his true identity in order to conform. [The Festival Peoject ™ Presents] Will Ferrell In “The Guru” Wait, I Gotta go write this other thing. Wow, Tina Fey looks great. Worth the new email address? It was already said and done. I could eat this fucking documentary for lunch. –yesss. Stephen Colbert had the middle name of an equally middle aged black man. But this was besides the point. I was already 30-and-a-half-seconds exactly into scooping up a new email addressed when I realized– Oh no. Emergency brakes initiated. If this is a documentary about Saturday Night Live– And its on Peacock– (And it's on Peacock) –then there's a pretty good chance– –and Tina Fey's in it. -she looks incredible. Jesus! –then. Fuck. Dammit. There's a slight chance [redacted] might just–not–be in it. Might not be. Hm Well, let's see. Worth the risk? Worth a shot. To the face (or of Tequila) I hate Tequila. It's not for you. It's not– Give me that. Goddammit. Fu–darnint. Goddamit I had avoided Jimmy Fallon's face for like a year straight at least– Call it two if you count the moment exactly from the Thanksgiving Macy's Day Parade, that one year. THE COSMIC AVENGER SUPRISE. NO. GODDAMMIT. Does it matter that the word “surprise” here is spelled wrong? No. It's almost like–it should be. THE COSMIC AVENGER FANGIRLS! That's worse than fiddlesticks! Worth mentioning that. Really. All from an ad? Two ads, i caught a snippet of the Booking.com commercial Apparently, you did this. STEPHEN COLBERT YOu did THIS. Shut up, not now Tyrone. So he's just He's Tyrone now. Obviously. Look. No Look at –0 Noh. [A group of surfers sit huddled beyond the break.] Oh. No swell. So…so flat. Nah…There's a wave coming. Just wait for it. This is pathetic, man. No, there's something. I can feel it. It's like a fishbowl man. Nada. Just–wait, sharkbait! Forget it, I'm going home. [two surfers paddle away reluctantly] MEANWHILE A storm spotted just off the coast of Los angeles california may bring the entire western coast Tsunami-like waves. [read: Tsunami] [the bottom of the screen is issuing an emergency evacuation silently over b-roll of the red carpet] But first WHAT THIS UP AND COMING STARLET WORE TO THE MET GALA Lol Classic {As Seen On TV} [Enter The Multiverse} I had developed quite the fascination with Saturday Night Live; Not because of Jimmy Fallon, of course, who arguably ruined the show by creating the trend of breaking character On camera With his world-class smile, and entourage plethora of adoring female fans. Stay away from him Not a problem. He's venomous. Alright. Noted. Liz, I have some documents for you to sign. Documents. What documents. *squints really hard* I'll be right back. First of all, Lets just get one thing straight: I am not a fangirl of, Nor am I obsessed with[redacted} Right. Ok. And in case you need closure, here's what I am obsessed with, here. [the 34,000 multidimensional and extraterrestrial life forces which use [The Host of The Tonight Show] as a portal and/or vessel.] OH. WOW. THAT'S– Yeah. WOW. How–is that a regular blacklight? Does it look like a regular blacklight? Nothing is regular about this. Jesus effing.. God! Yeah. Wow. YEAH. You don't want me to shine a real blacklight on this guy– Trust me. OK? Gross. HOST1 I don't know what you're insinuating. [squints really super extra hard] Nothing. L E G E N D S So…worth it? Worth it…Tina Fey…worth it. Alright. I win this one. Win what? Are you playing this dumb game too? The prize winnings are sustaining my lifestyle. [Tina Fey eating corn chips sustaining her lifestyle.] Luxe. Isn't it? It was like staring into the sun. [The Festival Project ™ ] Lil bitz Man, I use my googles sparingly. I really do. If I google something that's kind of iffy– even in incognito, Or with a VPN I hurry up and erase my history. I erase everything Shit. I erase my history faster than the white power movement. I'm serious. I erase my history harder and faster than a white supremasist. “that's in your mind!” What's in my mind? Nothing happened here! THOSE DAYS ARE OVER. Why is this all in one document? idk i just kinda suddenly noticed how NBC is so left learning it's almost too forcibly progressive. Look, this is all just–too much for me! Okay? Too much for you?! Oh please! If anybody asks me anything, I'm going to admit it! Admit what?! You don't do that! You don't admit anything! Admit what?! Exactly! Jesus Christ. It's all good in practice, but when it comes down to it, i'll break. Don't let them break you! I'll break. Listen to me. I'm being violated. Listen to me. This is offensive! Shut the fuck up. I can't believe you said that! What did I say?! [doe eyes] You know what. Fine. Fuck it. [super wide eyed blank stare] You're right. If anyone comes for you, just–run, goddammit. What. Run at em, for christs sakes. You gargantuan motherfucker. I'm–not that tall. I meant your ego. 0.0 This is a calamity. I'm astonished you think that. Listen, Larry. Larry. Right. When we're finished playing Atari, I gotta have a real heart-to-heart with you. Heart to heart what? [Ron produces a bleeding, beating human heart, seemingly out of nowhere; ‘LARRY' jumps back and stutters in shock and confusion] –WOAH. [RON emotionlessly presses a combination into the controller.] Oh look. I win. I–WHAT?! You dropped your controller. WHERE DID YOU GET THAT? Special combination: it's not a cheat code. People say it's a cheat code. THAT'S A HUMAN HEART. YOU'RE A MURDERER. I'm not a murderer; it's still beating, look: That's–[crazy]--That's–put that back. That's what I need your help for. My help what?! With that?! Don't be a sore loser. [IMMORTAL COMBAT] What?! “Heart To Heart” Tall tales, and heads, then tails again Trails and tears and trails of blood lead on thy stool Thy path as wilted flower waits And blue eyed gaze barely, Hold tongues and does shatter glass hearts and bare minds, And bare breasts And peach flesh, And Bare bones And blank stares and Fair is fair the frier the fire The goal the goal And the eye is the eye And the eye is golden I like fair shadows {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2018-2025 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.™

I had plenty of moving boxes, just in case of whatever. I didn't feel like I was home–perhaps this was the cause of the depressive mess. I was working out okay, and eating…okay… kind of. –besides being unable to actually tell if I was hungry or not unless the circumstances were extreme. Lentils and pasta with garlic salt–cause I don't give any kind of fuck right now. I knew something might be wrong when I was just eating raw cabbage with squirts of japanese barbeque sauce. I'm enjoying myself thoroughly, but thinking– “God, this just seems…this just feels wrong.” It's just cabbage. I'm like, “Fuck it, this is good.” It was as if somewhere in my mind if I cleaned up the mess to my standards, it would be too perfect–and that when things were perfect, it gave life an excuse to come crashing down. One of the last thoughts I had just before my son died–the night before–was that things were perfect. They weren't–obviously–but from where I had been, they were looking up. So far up, that they seemed perfect. And as for perfect was concerned…I had never seen a more perfect human being in my life. My son was gorgeous. Of course, most mothers feel that way about their offspring, even when to say the least, it isn't entirely true–but to a mother, this is always true. But this boy, everyone thought was absolutely perfect. A beautiful boy. He might have even been about 6 feet tall. Might have been. But if things were perfect, and they weren't–but I had at least let myself think so–the universe might have worked itself around this tragedy. Instead in my mind, things were perfect, and so life came crashing down. I thought things were perfect, the next day, my son drowned. By the grace of God, I still had one son left. He was also perfect. Now, apparently, [redacted] Well, what do you expect? Maybe I was a little crazy. I very rarely thought about my son, because if I spent time doing that, I might have been a wreck. –more of a wreck. Actually, I was increasingly put together–outstanding considering the previous circumstances. But everyone has a story. None of this makes me special– Especially in New York City, where almost everyone thinks they're special, and almost nobody is. Almost Nobody. And that might as well have been my name. I wasn't nobody– I was Almost Nobody. An honest nobility. But– And I might have looked through Will Ferrell on any other day, because like most big time movie stars, he was invisible to me. Once you're ‘this many' famous, it's almost like a reversal effect on my psyche. I don't hate you. I don't like you. You're just–too famous. I.e.--invisible. –Besides this, however, was the fact that I was peeling my eyelids back with toothpicks from having them shut before what I considered as a full “work day” was over. And on this day, in the documentary that I considered as “work…” Actually, very hard work– Very hard work– He happened to have been wearing a shirt that reminded me of the shirt my son was wearing in one of the last ever photos I took of him. —actually, both of them were wearing that shirt. We were all dressed alike. Family pictures. Matching outfits. You know–the kind of shit you do when you're happily married– Or unhappily, but still married with children and making the best of it because you're married with children That sort of shit. And that day was probably the very best day because I took the very best pictures of the very best boys– But of course, I didn't remember anything about that day besides taking those pictures. So there, in my mind, it stood. Now, what does this have to do with Will Ferrell's shirt? Almost nothing, besides making a point of sense memory. Anyway, isn't it obvious? {Enter The Multiverse} When something invisible becomes suddenly visible, you have no choice but to look at it as some sort of miracle. An act of God. What kind of miracle was this? I didn't know. The Complex Collective © Sure, let's just chalk up all this uncontrollable crying and depressive nonsense to that. Under the circumstances–to chalk it up to anything else? [The Festival Project ™ ] [A MAN exits THE STUDIO in the shadow of night.] V.O. That could be devastating. L E G E N D S – The Return of S U P A[Redacted]™ [A MAN is tied to a chair in a dark and murky chamber; a spotlight shines onto him from above; the cheesecloth Lol cheesecloth how fitting. Classic. –is removed from his mouth. Naturally, he immediately begins speaking.] Why–am I sitting here– In–a fuckin'--suit?! That's your work uniform! What the fuck! You don't like it? What the– Haha. [his arms are taped tightly to the armrest] What–NO–i don't like it. Well then, you don't know who you are. [The man pauses, as a blank look falls over his face–suddenly this seems true, as if his mind been completely erased. As if–he's just realized–he bears absolutely no identity.] Holy shit. Jeezus. That is terrifying. INT. STAIRWELL. NIGHT [The sound of the thunderous stormy rain batters the house almost hauntingly–the television sets all bear a static loss of signal–young STEPHEN runs in a panic up the stairs to the GALLEY, where his UNCLE JACK is often found] UNCLE JACK! UNCLE JACK! I buy things with pennies not worth picking up– I live in a dumpster made of don't-wants. Over a period of time it slowly began to occur to me that I had no idea what I had written–that is, what had been published, or who had read it. It was certain: someone had. However… to what limit was this exposure. And–was it dangerous? Fuck. I knew nothing entirely of the redactions, except that I'd redacted it. But what about the text surrounding the redactions. What the fuck exactly did I write about? I forgot how high I was–or where i'd been. Not literally high, of course, but….figuratively speaking. Fuck. Hurry, hurry along, It's been a long time I can't help you along, Die alone, ride along It's been a long time… See, I told you the Upper West Side was the best side. maybe it's just the least not-great side. ehh , tomato-potato. For the crust, try flax seed meal cinnamon agave Oil What time is it on the West Coast? The ghost of Conan arrived Under a blanket of blue light, and sighed “I've been wasting my time here” I had to disagree, kind of. What time is it here? I'm locked in for one more day; I'm locked in for one more hour I'm wasting valuable dark time with my life shit But I'm so tired my eyes are burning And I'm so sore My arms are stuck. I should run for the coffee; Or turn for the cornbread They're all getting sick of us They're all getting sicker I decided to pack my life up And hault all of it over I woke up sore But I wrote a song On a four leaf clover It was four in the morning The ghost of Conan Won me over It was four in the morning I'm locked in for one more hour It was four in the morning An hour ahead A four leaf clover It was four in the morning I needed a water It's one more hour A four leaf clover The ghost of Conan I start recording To cut the corner Conan O'Brien It's one in the morning— You're one hundred years old; You ought to be sleeping. … It's midnight. I live in Hollywood. And i'm a vampire. Ah. Sweet dreams. // Happy Trails. L E G E N D S Shapeshifting is simple— not the process or practice of changing one's form, but simply shifting one's consciousness into another vessel either partially, or entirely. But— Just because it's simple, doesn't mean it's also easy. {Enter The Multiverse} Often times in matters of consciousness, anything is dangerous. I did have strange dreams—so, as to say instructed by ‘the ghost of Conan O'Brien', I was decent at following directions, being as his tone might have been dauntingly sarcastic, or sardonic—but I kept forgetting to look up what the latter meant, and so it was with heavy sarcasm after I awoke to transcribe whatever frequency waves I was being blugeoned with under the pure blue light of my otherwise darkened studio—as blue light always seem merciless to whatever was lurking in the corners of my deep subconscious, I wasn't altogether too suprised that this time it was Conan “Snowball” O'Brien, because I had been so recently impressed with his Oscar's performance—and before that, English tends with the type of comedy that had given him the nickname I had chosen for him—or codename, because, by now, the hosts had come one by one with a point to make and a line to put across, and though it had been at some kind of increased trajectory since He who might should probably not be named for fear the sudden and highly publicized combustion of the then currently raining Tonight show host— it was as if it had been raining everymans in blue suits and shined loafers for the inside of a year, however, it had indeed kind of presently enough started with my co-worker “Kimmel”, who was fascinated with the kind of Television that breeds a familiarity with these kinds of people— and Jay Leno was also sort of like some sort of fairy that just kind of occurred randomly at times, living back in LA. I was sure it had been Jay Leno in LA traffic in some kind of a classic car— only later to find that he indeed was a collector and enthusiast of cars and motorcycles, and I tried not to hold the later against him. My dreams had been odd at best and filled with people I very rarely thought about— the man in Los Angeles I once lived with who I was sure was a [redacted[, and also just happened to look the way Will Ferrell would age to eventually look. This, I found fascinating. Will Ferrell didn't look like that at the time, But he did now— and even his style of comedy was growing on me, because I didn't find myself capable of it. What kind of comedy was I capable of? Right now, the invisible kind. After a heavy breakfast, I had finally realized why ‘Tears of A Clown' was incomplete— Apparently I had to include all of my performances—- This would make the album hard to listen to, at least for me. But the concept was the concept. I had already hidden other comics amongst the tracks and probably without too much trouble— from recordings I had taken myself and were impossible to find elsewhere. This side project was beginning to be a whole album project, and [rarity] was still just not even something I moderately even wanted to consider doing, however— ‘story.' had somehow come to the top of the page where my masters were kept, and it reminded me that perhaps I was in the same kind of pressure position now that I was then— and that in order for things to change— to get a new apartment or to visit with my son- I would have to medicate in order to write the kind of music i wasn't writing; the anxiety had finally collided with impatience, and lack of focus, and all the classic symptoms of ADHD's spiraling depression, but I was still glad I hadn't become dependent on the girl next door for her adderall prescription. I wasn't gonna be her little bitch. Especially not in that way. It seemed a pattern amongst these people to create a need and dependency in order to gain power and control— and thusly, the dynamic had lost my trust and respect, and so I was just kind of… around— out there, and not caring really what it was or what it all meant. I had woken up to immediate breakfast still early but late for me— a day off of the gym is what my muscles cried and ached for, and even the scrambled tofu rice breakfast like my dad used to make with tofu instead of scrambled eggs wasn't all the way satisfying or complete without the chocolate and banana malt shake— now I shouldn't be hungry, but it wasn't hunger that was doing me in— I almost refused coffee because I wanted to go back to sleep. I had slept early enough that it shouldn't have been an issue, but I was exhausted. Come on, you defunct dinosaur motherfucker! 97! A baby! The reptilian hides his true identity in order to conform. [The Festival Peoject ™ Presents] Will Ferrell In “The Guru” Wait, I Gotta go write this other thing. Wow, Tina Fey looks great. Worth the new email address? It was already said and done. I could eat this fucking documentary for lunch. –yesss. Stephen Colbert had the middle name of an equally middle aged black man. But this was besides the point. I was already 30-and-a-half-seconds exactly into scooping up a new email addressed when I realized– Oh no. Emergency brakes initiated. If this is a documentary about Saturday Night Live– And its on Peacock– (And it's on Peacock) –then there's a pretty good chance– –and Tina Fey's in it. -she looks incredible. Jesus! –then. Fuck. Dammit. There's a slight chance [redacted] might just–not–be in it. Might not be. Hm Well, let's see. Worth the risk? Worth a shot. To the face (or of Tequila) I hate Tequila. It's not for you. It's not– Give me that. Goddammit. Fu–darnint. Goddamit I had avoided Jimmy Fallon's face for like a year straight at least– Call it two if you count the moment exactly from the Thanksgiving Macy's Day Parade, that one year. THE COSMIC AVENGER SUPRISE. NO. GODDAMMIT. Does it matter that the word “surprise” here is spelled wrong? No. It's almost like–it should be. THE COSMIC AVENGER FANGIRLS! That's worse than fiddlesticks! Worth mentioning that. Really. All from an ad? Two ads, i caught a snippet of the Booking.com commercial Apparently, you did this. STEPHEN COLBERT YOu did THIS. Shut up, not now Tyrone. So he's just He's Tyrone now. Obviously. Look. No Look at –0 Noh. [A group of surfers sit huddled beyond the break.] Oh. No swell. So…so flat. Nah…There's a wave coming. Just wait for it. This is pathetic, man. No, there's something. I can feel it. It's like a fishbowl man. Nada. Just–wait, sharkbait! Forget it, I'm going home. [two surfers paddle away reluctantly] MEANWHILE A storm spotted just off the coast of Los angeles california may bring the entire western coast Tsunami-like waves. [read: Tsunami] [the bottom of the screen is issuing an emergency evacuation silently over b-roll of the red carpet] But first WHAT THIS UP AND COMING STARLET WORE TO THE MET GALA Lol Classic {As Seen On TV} [Enter The Multiverse} I had developed quite the fascination with Saturday Night Live; Not because of Jimmy Fallon, of course, who arguably ruined the show by creating the trend of breaking character On camera With his world-class smile, and entourage plethora of adoring female fans. Stay away from him Not a problem. He's venomous. Alright. Noted. Liz, I have some documents for you to sign. Documents. What documents. *squints really hard* I'll be right back. First of all, Lets just get one thing straight: I am not a fangirl of, Nor am I obsessed with[redacted} Right. Ok. And in case you need closure, here's what I am obsessed with, here. [the 34,000 multidimensional and extraterrestrial life forces which use [The Host of The Tonight Show] as a portal and/or vessel.] OH. WOW. THAT'S– Yeah. WOW. How–is that a regular blacklight? Does it look like a regular blacklight? Nothing is regular about this. Jesus effing.. God! Yeah. Wow. YEAH. You don't want me to shine a real blacklight on this guy– Trust me. OK? Gross. HOST1 I don't know what you're insinuating. [squints really super extra hard] Nothing. L E G E N D S So…worth it? Worth it…Tina Fey…worth it. Alright. I win this one. Win what? Are you playing this dumb game too? The prize winnings are sustaining my lifestyle. [Tina Fey eating corn chips sustaining her lifestyle.] Luxe. Isn't it? It was like staring into the sun. [The Festival Project ™ ] Lil bitz Man, I use my googles sparingly. I really do. If I google something that's kind of iffy– even in incognito, Or with a VPN I hurry up and erase my history. I erase everything Shit. I erase my history faster than the white power movement. I'm serious. I erase my history harder and faster than a white supremasist. “that's in your mind!” What's in my mind? Nothing happened here! THOSE DAYS ARE OVER. Why is this all in one document? idk i just kinda suddenly noticed how NBC is so left learning it's almost too forcibly progressive. Look, this is all just–too much for me! Okay? Too much for you?! Oh please! If anybody asks me anything, I'm going to admit it! Admit what?! You don't do that! You don't admit anything! Admit what?! Exactly! Jesus Christ. It's all good in practice, but when it comes down to it, i'll break. Don't let them break you! I'll break. Listen to me. I'm being violated. Listen to me. This is offensive! Shut the fuck up. I can't believe you said that! What did I say?! [doe eyes] You know what. Fine. Fuck it. [super wide eyed blank stare] You're right. If anyone comes for you, just–run, goddammit. What. Run at em, for christs sakes. You gargantuan motherfucker. I'm–not that tall. I meant your ego. 0.0 This is a calamity. I'm astonished you think that. Listen, Larry. Larry. Right. When we're finished playing Atari, I gotta have a real heart-to-heart with you. Heart to heart what? [Ron produces a bleeding, beating human heart, seemingly out of nowhere; ‘LARRY' jumps back and stutters in shock and confusion] –WOAH. [RON emotionlessly presses a combination into the controller.] Oh look. I win. I–WHAT?! You dropped your controller. WHERE DID YOU GET THAT? Special combination: it's not a cheat code. People say it's a cheat code. THAT'S A HUMAN HEART. YOU'RE A MURDERER. I'm not a murderer; it's still beating, look: That's–[crazy]--That's–put that back. That's what I need your help for. My help what?! With that?! Don't be a sore loser. [IMMORTAL COMBAT] What?! “Heart To Heart” Tall tales, and heads, then tails again Trails and tears and trails of blood lead on thy stool Thy path as wilted flower waits And blue eyed gaze barely, Hold tongues and does shatter glass hearts and bare minds, And bare breasts And peach flesh, And Bare bones And blank stares and Fair is fair the frier the fire The goal the goal And the eye is the eye And the eye is golden I like fair shadows {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2018-2025 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.™

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Tacos! If Mexican food is your bag then get some munched, along with nine songs from The Yum Yums, Lone Creep, Elephant Jane, Cataphiles, Stiff Little Fingers, Mondo Wave, The Clashnikovs, The Phantim and Real Sickies.Moss, Voice of Jeff, Comedy Suburbs, Dammit, Tony does not have your Facebook comments, Quiz Time for Tony, last week, work, Mothers Day, Severance Season 2, Reacher, FA Cup, Klingonz, From the Vaults, Tony's International Gig Guide, this week, work, Forest v Man U, Pennyworth, KFC, Wankum, no Izzatwat, Adolescence and a reminder of the ways you can listen.Song 1: The Yum Yums – Got Me GoodSong 2: Lone Creep – Grumpy Old GitSong 3: Elephant Jane – Scorched Earth AgendaSong 4: Cataphiles – Reality IsSong 5: Stiff Little Fingers – You Can't Say Crap On the RadioSong 6: Mondo Wave – Out N AboutSong 7: The Clashnikovs – A.I. PubSong 8: The Phantim - GuillotineSong 9: Real Sickies - Paralyzed

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In this episode, I unpack the common misconceptions and mislabelling of introverts. As a leadership trainer and coach, I often encounter scepticism about my own introversion due to widespread misunderstandings that equate/conflates it with traits like shyness, social anxiety, or even arrogance.   These labels can significantly impact mental health and self-esteem, especially for those lacking resilience. Through this discussion, I aim to shed light on these myths and provide clarity around what being an introvert truly means.    Dear listener, introversion is not synonymous with negative stereotypes such as lack of ambition or antisocial behaviour.   We introverts have unique strengths including deep thinking and thoughtful listening, which are often undervalued in society's extraversion-biased lens.   By understanding these distinctions better, we empower ourselves to harness our quiet power effectively both personally and professionally, and flourish without societal constraints.   ** Key Points **   ⤷ Introversion is often misunderstood, mislabelled, conflated ⤷ Empower ourselves to overcome societal biases ⤷ Advocating for accuracy   #MythsAboutIntroverts #Introverts #FlourishingIntroverts   *** Resources ***   Visit https://hub.flourishingintroverts.com/resourcesp for tools and resources mentioned during the podcast.  

Negotiating With Isabella.Based on a post by Ostrich Mack. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.Sex sells: Isabella's New Skills.Isabella Cobelli admired her reflection in the mirror. As you could guess from the name, Isabella had Italian roots.Her father emigrated from Italy in the eighties and met and married Isabella's English mother.Isabella was an only child and after her father passed away suddenly when she was 14, she became very close to her mum.Now 23 years old and graduated with an honors degree in marketing, she had matured into a beautiful young woman. Isabella had Raven-black straight hair which hung all the way down to the small of her back. She often wore it in a French plait which meant her pretty face was plain to see.Isabella had light olive skin and funnily enough an sprinkling of freckles across her nose. Her hazel colored eyes were almond shaped and her eyebrows were thicker than was considered classical beauty. Her lips looked eminently kissable.Today Isabella had chosen a slightly daring red lipstick to emphasize the shape of her pretty mouth.Her outfit was business-like and sexy at the same time. Thigh high stockings under a grey pencil skirt, topped by a matching Bolero jacket over a semi sheer impeccable white blouse. Isabella liked to dress in pretty underwear and had chosen a half-cup lace bra and matching thong. To complete the look, she had chosen two inch heels in black to give her a little more height than her 1 meter 65.So, why all this bother to get all dressed up? After graduating Isabella tried to break into a marketing job. As the economy was in a major dip, jobs in marketing were few and far between. In fact marketing experts were all looking over their shoulders, hoping not to get their exit cards.Isabella got a job eventually in sales. Not her strongest point and she hated when people assumed that sales and marketing were one and the same. ECO-Hygiene was an up and coming supplier of Eco-friendly products for industrial use.After two months there Isabella's sales figures were under target, and she was concerned that she might just get her marching orders if she didn't at least hit her goals. As a newcomer she was assigned an area in which her predecessor had failed to drum up enough business. This geographically difficult area lay half in the urban sprawl of London and half in the leafy suburbs of Sussex. Isabella was struggling and desperate to get some decent sales under her belt. Thus, what a relief it was when, two weeks ago, all of the sales reps were invited for a weekend sales seminar in one London's prestigious hotels. All of this on their free time of course.After checking in on Friday evening, Isabella decided to have one glass of wine at the bar to see if there was any male talent attending the seminar. For some reason, despite her beauty, she didn't seem to be able to hold down a relationship for long. Men of her own age bored her. They were mostly full of themselves and only wanted to talk about their amazing feats. Isabella had missed a father for her formative years and found herself graduating towards more mature men. Problem there was that most of them were married, or un-marriable, or just plain creepy.As she sat at the bar observing the melee of sales reps loudly proclaiming their victories, Isabella was shocked when a woman sat next to her and offered her a drink."Kate", the woman said."Excuse me?" replied Isabella."Kate Connors. Senior sales director for South East" came the reply."Oh, nice to meet you." Said Isabella. "Isabella Cobrelli, My friends call me Izzy" she replied offering her hand to Kate who shook it firmly."So what do you think? Any talent in here tonight?" asked Kate.Isabella blushed."Aw come on", said Kate. "I know the drill. Been here many times and had my share of dalliances""Well" said Isabella "Up until now, not much interesting to see here. Just lot of guys full of themselves holding a pissing contest."Kate laughed out loud. "I like it" she said. "You call it as it is young lady.""What in god's name brings a beautiful woman like you to a sales conference for Industrial Hygiene products?""Well, it wasn't my first choice, and it may not be sexy, but it pays the rent." Answered Isabella."It should damn well do more than just pay the rent." Answered Kate. "What are your sales figures like?" she asked.Isabella blushed once more. "It's a struggle." She answered. "I haven't been able to score any big accounts yet and I am worried I might not hit the target.""Well maybe I can help you." Replied Kate. "After all I didn't get my position by not meeting my sales targets.""Tell me your tactics." Kate asked."Well, I like to dress in a business attire so that I look serious about the product. I make sure I know all of the specs of the particular products that I want to sell on the day, so I am well prepared for the pitch. But somehow it just seems to fall flat when I am there.""What is business attire?" Kate asked."Trouser suit with a nice blouse. Low heels for practicality." Isabella replied."Humph," snorted Kate. "No wonder that the presentations fall flat. You need to make it personal. Sure, you should be all business, but you need to be sexy too. Let me guess, most of the clients are 45 plus males bored out of their minds. You need to give their day a boost. Bring something that gets their attention, and not just the product. Don't forget there are a so many industrial hygiene products on the market, and they all do the same thing. You need to make the men want to see YOU again."Isabella listened carefully to this charismatic woman, totally in awe of her self-confidence. She quietly wished she could be like her.Kate continued. "I have done all sorts to get my sales figures up, including entertaining the clients in the broadest possible sense. These men have a boring married vanilla life. They crave excitement and attention. While their wives are away at the Rotary Club organizing charity things, the men are sitting home bored out of their skulls. Work is the same thing day after day until YOU show up. Not in a pantsuit and a blouse laced up to the neck, but in something which gives their fantasy food for thought. The women too. I have also put myself out there and entertained women."Isabella was shocked and blushed intensely. Kate was basically saying she should whore herself out to get the sale."Women too?" she asked shyly."Don't knock it till you've tried it." Replied Kate. "I have had amazing encounters with women too. And though I am not gay, I do enjoy a dally with the softer sex. Haven't you ever experimented in college?"Isabella felt like she was turning purple. "No. Never." She replied."Well play your cards right and tonight might be the first night." Kate replied.Isabella was shocked and turned on at the same time.What if she could seduce her regional sales manager? She thought. That might go some way to keeping her job.Kate signaled the bartender. "A bottle of champagne." She ordered. The bartender nodded and made a gesture toward a booth on the other side of the bar.Kate wasted no time and took Isabella's hand in hers, dragging her across the bar.The sat next to each other, watching the show.Kate turned to Isabella. "Drink up. The show has just begun. Just watch how stupid it gets."Isabella took a sip of her glass and sat back to observe. "Idiots," she thought. "Tomorrow they will be too hungover to follow the seminar."The buzz from the champagne made Isabella relax and she began to fire more questions at Kate."What did you do with all those male clients then?" she asked."Everything." Replied Kate. "From flirting to blow jobs, from blow jobs to sex, to threesomes, to gang bangs. Just as long as I got my sales. My commissions were huge, I bought my house and car for cash with everything I earned. Men are stupid. They think with their dick, and once that is engaged then they will sign anything.""And the women then?" asked Isabella."Ah that is a different story." Kate replied. "That needs a lot more subtlety.""I can show you if you want." Kate offered.Isabella though about it for some minutes, whilst watching the meat market in front of them."Okay." She said. "Show me."Kate turned to her in shock. "Really?" She asked."Yes really." Isabella replied. "I have nothing to lose and everything to gain from your experience. And besides, for some reason the thought of it makes me horny.""Right." Said Kate. "Let's take this upstairs."Kate took Isabella by the hand and lead her to the lifts. They stepped in together and Kate pushed the button for the top floor. As soon as the lift doors closed, she took Isabella in her arms and kissed her gently on the lips. Isabella swooned from the alcohol and the excitement of this new adventure. It didn't take long before she responded to Kate, kissing her passionately back, her tongue exploring Kate's mouth.Kate moaned with pleasure. "Umm; Hmm. You're good at this. Sure you haven't tried this before?"Isabella grinned and said. "Definitely not. Good catholic upbringing don't you know."They arrived at Kate's floor and exited the lift. Kate's suite was just a few meters away, and when they got there Kate fumbled to get the key to work. Isabella took the key from her gently and held it against the lock. She was amazingly calm, determined to enjoy the ride wherever that might take her.Laughing, both Kate and Isabella fell through the door into the suite. Isabella couldn't help but be impressed. "So, this is what a Senior regional manager gets," she thought. "Not bad at all."There was a bottle of champagne on ice on the hall table and Kate proceeded to open it.She poured two glasses and passed one to Isabella. "Cheers Izzy." She said, raising her glass."Cheers." Isabella replied.Kate took a draught and put her glass on the table. She took Isabella in her arms and kissed her passionately on the lips. Isabella responded with her tongue and soon they were locked in a passionate embrace.Kate opened the buttons on Isabella's blouse one by one until it was completely open.She pushed the blouse back over Isabella's shoulders leaving er bra exposed. Kate bent forward and kissed Isabella's tits through the bra. Isabella held her breath, not knowing how she would react.She was surprised that it really turned her on to have all this attention to her tits. She felt her panties getting moist.Isabella decided to take some initiative herself, and opened the buttons on Kate's blouse. Kate groaned in anticipation. Isabella rubbed her thumb over Kate's right nipple and then over the left. Kate groaned even harder. Isabella moved her finger under the fabric of Kate's bra and pinched gently with her thumb and forefinger on Kate's nipples.Kate moved her arms around Isabella's back and unclasped her bra, freeing her 32c tits. Isabella's nipples were hard as bullets. Kate couldn't resist and lowered her mouth on first one and then the other nipple.Isabella felt a shockwave go through her whole body. Her juices were now flowing freely and she felt her panties get dripping wet. Not to be outdone she released Kate's 36 c tits from their restraint and copied Kate's sucking and licking.Kate almost crumpled at the knees. For a first timer Isabella sure learned quickly."Wait." She said. "Let's take this to the bed.""Yes please." said Isabella.They half stumbled to the bed, taking their skirts off in the process.Isabella stood before Kate with only her panties and her thigh high stocking still left on. Her cunt was on fire and leaking like a fire hydrant. Her juices were running down her thighs.Kate took a moment to admire this beautiful woman in front of her before slowly rolling her panties down her thighs, over the stockings and down to the floor.Isabella stepped out of her panties. She lay down on the bed, her hand demurely over her cunt.Kate knelt down at the side of the bed and removed Isabella's hand from her cunt. Kate sat admiring the neatly trimmed cunt in front of her, all the while sniffing the scent of Isabella's sex.Isabella was panting with desire. Her cunt on fire, her juices flowing freely and her nipples hard and sore. The anticipation of what was about to happen was excruciating.And then. Kate leaned forward and drew her tongue slowly from the bottom of Isabella's lips. Slowly licking and penetrating Isabella's sex.Isabella held her breath. Her heart was beating at 200 beats per minute, or so she thought.Kate was gentle. Each time drawing her tongue from under to above. Gently she penetrated Isabella with first one, and the two fingers. Isabella gasped.Kate moved once more upwards, and this time stopped at Isabella's clit. She gently licked at Isabella's love bud taking it gently between her lips and massaging it with her tongue.Inside Isabella something exploded. Her brain seemed to short circuit and her legs began to tremble uncontrollably. Her hands grabbed the back of Kate's head and pushed her harder into her cunt. Her orgasm was coming and there was nothing going to stop it.A tsunami of electric shocks shot through Isabella's body. There was no more control. Her muscles and nerves exploded in ecstasy and her juices simply spurted out of her cunt. Isabella screamed her orgasm out as hard as she could. It was an animalistic sound which she had never heard before.

Episode 486: It Could Use More Snot This week Host Dave Bledsoe proffered a Mickey Mantle rookie card in exchange for the clearance of his bar tab despite the fact that it was clearly printed on cardstock by an inkjet low on cyan. (They forced him to eat it before they tossed him out.) On the show this week we examine the disgusting kids collectible that swept the nation in the mid 1980's (It was like pervy Pokemon!) Along the way we discover that Dave had no friends as a kid. (Just like now!) Then we dive in collectible cards and where they came from. (Smarmy nobles and cigarettes.) Then we opened up a pack of Topps Bubble Gum to see what we got.  (Dammit it's Bobby Bonilla!) We discuss how Topps branched out in the parody “novelty” card market with some clever takes on capitalism and that morphed into a disgusting parody of the most popular toy of the early 80's: The Garbage Pail Kids.   Our Sponsor this week is Dave-O-Mon Cards, gotta drink ‘em all! We open the show with the trailer for the Garbage Pail Kids movie and close with the Donna's signing about the kids in this country. Show Theme: Hypnostate Prelude to Common Sense The Show on Bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/whatthehellpodcast.bsky.social The Show on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/whatthehellpodcast/ The Show on Youtube:  https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCjxP5ywpZ-O7qu_MFkLXQUQ The Show on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/whatthehellwereyouthinkingpod/ Our Discord Server: https://discord.gg/kHmmrjptrq Our Website: www.whatthehellpodcast.com Patreon:  https://www.patreon.com/Whatthehellpodcast The Show Line: 347 687 9601 Closing Music: https://youtu.be/okCHKTYNFXk?si=bKqXncifC07skqFn Buy Our Stuff: https://www.seltzerkings.com/shop Citations Needed: Wikipedia: Cigarette Card https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cigarette_card The Snot-Soaked History of the Garbage Pail Kids https://www.mentalfloss.com/article/643322/garbage-pail-kids-history Trash for Cash: An Oral History of Garbage Pail Kids https://www.mentalfloss.com/article/77142/trash-cash-oral-history-garbage-pail-kids THEY'RE NASTY, THEY'RE UGLY, AND CHILDREN LOVE THEM https://www.nytimes.com/1986/02/05/nyregion/they-re-nasty-they-re-ugly-and-children-love-them.html Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

WE DO SPORTS TALK THE WAY IT SHOULD BE DONE! DAMMIT. Here's what Lee Hamilton thinks on Monday, March 17, 2025. 1)...MARCH MADNESS...WEEKEND OF UPSETS "SELECTION SUNDAY"   #1 SEEDS BEST FIRST ROUND GAMES TOUGHEST GAMES QUESTION MARKS   -------- 2)...AZTECS-UCSD...GAMES TO BE PLAYED "SDSU-UCSD...NEXT GAMES"   ------- 3)...NBA BASKETBALL...TROUBLED TIMES "SUNS-TOXIC...WNBA-HATRED" -------- 4)...PADRES...1-WEEK LEFT "MORE QUESTIONS-THAN ANSWERS"   5)...DODGERS IN JAPAN "HISTORICAL WEEKEND"   6)...ANGELS PROBLEMS NEVER END "INJURY WOES GROW"   7)...BASEBALL TROUBLE SPOTS "STADIUM-SALARY CAPS" ------------ 8)...LATE BREAKING STORIES "OFF THE SPORTS WIRE"   NHL SDFC F 1 ============== "   #nfl #DOLPHINS #JETS #CHARGERS #RAIDERS #EAGLES #GIANTS #49ERS #RAMS #SEAHAWKS #PADRES #michaelking #yudarvish #robertsuarez #jasonheyward #connorjoe #gavinsheets #stephenkolek #mattwaldron #joseinglesias #kylehart #DODGERS #shoheiohtani #yoshinobuyamamoto #mookiebetts #rokisasaki #blakesnell #daveroberts #ANGELS #anthonyrendon #miketrout #artemoreno #zachneto #kylehendricks #yoanmoncada #luisregnifo #yankees #gerritcole #rockies #rays #sandiegostate #aztecs #briandutcher #UCSD #ericolen #milesbyrd #nickboyd #MAGOONGWATH #AniwaniwaTaitJones #haydengray #tylermcghie #pharaohcompton #ASHTONJEANTY #justinherbert #seanmcvay #samdarnold #genosmith #howieroseman #kevindurant #suns #wnba #caitlinclark #f1 #landonorris #sdfc #mikeyvaras Be sure to share this episode with a friend!   ☆☆ STAY CONNECTED ☆☆ For more of Hacksaw's Headlines, The Best 15 Minutes, One Man's Opinion, and Hacksaw's Pro Football Notebook: http://www.leehacksawhamilton.com/   SUBSCRIBE on YouTube for more reactions, upcoming shows and more! ► https://www.youtube.com/c/leehacksawhamiltonsports   FACEBOOK ➡ https://www.facebook.com/leehacksaw.hamilton.9   TWITTER ➡ https://twitter.com/hacksaw1090   TIKTOK ➡ https://www.tiktok.com/@leehacksawhamilton   INSTAGRAM ➡ https://www.instagram.com/leehacksawhamiltonsports/   MUSIC ➡  https://www.purple-planet.com     To get the latest news and information about sports, join Hacksaw's Insider's Group. It's free! https://www.leehacksawhamilton.com/team/ Thank you to our sponsors: Dixieline Lumber and Home Centers https://www.dixieline.com/  

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Jean Claude Van Damme fans, this one's for you! Moody and Groo are back on their relentless quest to find that perfect Van Damme movie, diving into The Quest (1996) with OO7's Roger Moore and James Remar. From Phil Collins' health updates to The Rock's Smackdown return, 2025 Royal Rumble hype, and Arnold Schwarzenegger's four-word wisdom, this episode's packed! Was Van Damme blacklisted? Did Peter MacDonald ghost-direct? We break down The Quest's messy writing, production woes, budget, box office, and critical response—plus Groo savages it! Also: Rambo: Last Blood on Netflix, Charlotte Flair's divorce, SNL's 50th Anniversary Special, and the Tom Green doc on Amazon Prime. Next up: Kill Em All and Kill Em All 2 for Van Dammit, and Cobra Kai's final season for Nothing Worthwhile—will Ralph Macchio's wig steal the show?

Ep. 260, Recorded 2/18/2025. Weather or not. Mixon it up. Todd gets Technical. DinoToddlers Gettin it Done. This ad is pretty Gouda. Mmmmm… beaver. Live, from the undisclosed! Car yoga. Transporters. 

Moody and Groo continue their never-ending quest to find that elusive Van Damme movie. It's Jean Claude, OO7 and James Remar in The Quest (1996)! Show Rundown: Phil Collins' health, 2025 Royal Rumble, The Rock returns to Smackdown, Was Jean Claude Van Damme blacklisted? Rest in Peace E Honda, Four words of advice from Arnold Schwarzenegger, Charlotte Flair divorced, What does AC/DC stand for? Rambo: Last Blood now on Netflix, Van Dammit goes Retromade, The Quest is a writing and production nightmare, Did Peter MacDonald ghost direct this film? Frank Dux gets a writing credit, Roger Moore has heat with JCVD, Budget and Box Office, Critical Response, Groo savages The Quest, SNL 50th Anniversary Special and This is the Tom Green documentary on Amazon Prime. For our next episode of Van Dammit, there's nothing better than a Van Damme franchise! Moody and Groo cover Kill Em All and Kill Em All 2! For our next episode of Nothing Worthwhile, Moody and Groo cover the final season on Cobra Kai! Wil Ralph Macchio's wig make an appearance? No Retreat, No Surrender

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Paul's back from Portugal just in time to listen through the latest Cherry Red release "Motor City Is Burning". So get ready for nine songs from The Stooges, The Deceased, The Woolies, John Lee Hooker, The Hawkins, Felix, The Rationals, The Del-Chronics and Iggy & The Stooges.Cherry Red, Voice of Jeff, Comedy Suburbs, Dammit, Quiz Time for Tony, last week, horse trailer, Paul went to Lisbon, hills, From the Vaults, Tony's International Gig Guide, Valentines, this week, Tony's birthday, Forest, Lux Lives, the book is ready, Izzatwat and a reminder of the ways you can listen.Song 1: The Stooges - 1969Song 2: The Deceased – Suburban DreamsSong 3: The Woolies – Who Do You LoveSong 4: John Lee Hooker – The Motor City Is BurningSong 5: The Hawkins – David's BridgeSong 6: Felix – Outside Woman BluesSong 7: The Rationals – I Need YouSong 8: The Del-Chronics - BurglarSong 9: Iggy & The Stooges – I Got A Right

Super Bowl reactions; Cupid beatdowns begin; Nerf War season; Romantic gestures, that aren't; Sweater vest shortage; Ohio Mayor arrested; Getting rid of the penny; Dammit, Dog!; Pete Rose remembered by the Reds; Dumb wifi names; Florida men acting like dogs.

00:00 Introductions 01:03  Plane Crash 03:42 DEI 09:39 Harvey Weinstein  11:03 Chinese Incels 16:01 Dank Demoss 19:15 Anti-Abortion States 21:12 Tariffs —The crash of American Airlines Flight 5342 is a tragedy. There's no other way to describe it.  Families are devastated, and will forever be changed. So, naturally, the media is trying to cash in any way they can. Clickbait headlines are generally awful, but when they're used to take advantage of something this horrific, it makes people want to believe in hell, that the “reporters” might burn their for their sins. Gibson Johns—if that's a real person an not a handle given to an article written by AI—and E! News (which should be in quote, “News”) cashed in my offering a scary headline about a chilling photo by one of the victims of the crash, a teenage boy who will be missed by his parents for the rest of their lives.  It's disgusting, and Jake has special words regarding the “reporters” who seek out families after a tragedy. —Speaking of cashing in on a tragedy, Donald Trump once again showed his complete inability to lead with grace, or compassion, turning an awful situation into an opportunity to rally his political base using anger, an ignorance. Blaming the crash on DEI right out of the gate was a bold move, but red meat the dumbest of the dumb could lap up like the dogs they are. In an interesting twist, however, he threw “dwarfism” into the mix as one of the reasons the plane crash happened.  Interesting. —A couple episodes back, Jake said Harvey got out of jail.  nathan was dumbfounded, “How did I miss that?!?” Turns out, nathan missed nothing! Harvey is still locked up in Rikers Island, just like he deserves to be. —Oh, China… You best America in so many ways—bullet trains, airports, education… and now, INCELS. Yes, while our INCELS go on rampages, and hurt people, yours go look at panda bears. Dammit, China. Stop being better than us. —Dank Demoss is rapper who hates several things: salads, walking, and reality. Dank weighs 489 pounds, and thinks that if she orders a Lyft, she should be able to get into whatever arrives, be it a Honda Civic, or a Mini Cooper.  When her ride arrived, the driver took one look at her and said, “Nope. My shocks and tires can't take that kind of abuse,” and locked her out. Naturally, this caused Dank to have a “come to Jesus” moment, where she turned her life around, began eating right, and exercising. Of COURSE I'm kidding. She's suing Lyft, because personal responsibility doesn't exist. —Is an exodus taking place from states with impossibly restrictive bans on women's health? The Los Angeles times thinks so. Why? Because speculation, that's why. In an article heavy on thoughts and light on facts, it is opined that a less than 1% population departure from states more interested in fairy tales than medicine, means it's got to be because of a political wedge issue. Great job, Los Angeles Times. Way to waste column space.  —Well, things are gonna get interesting.  Despite anyone and everyone with an IQ above that of your average turnip understanding that tariffs make things more expensive for the consumers of the country applying said tariffs, Donald Trump announced 25% additions to Mexican and Canadian goods, and 10% on Chinese imports. What was the immediate reaction? Trillion-dollar hedge funds started taking out massive shorts on the American Economy. In 2008, a few wise men beat the crap out of the banks and made hundreds and hundreds of millions of dollars off their stupidity. Now, the American people will lose, and rich look to get richer. Yay. Idiots on Parade: we mock the news, so you don't have to. Tune in and get your giggle on. Find Jake at @jakevevera Find nathan at nathantimmel.com

Getting it on with Gus.By Buckingbronco33. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories."Chloe will be at Chester's tonight, let's go back to my place." Gus grabbed my hand and pulled me quickly through the crowd and out of the door. I waved to Chloe on the way out and she shot me a wink. When we hit the night air, Gus turned back to me and brought me quickly into him, grabbing my face with his free hand and kissing me deeply. He stepped forward and pressed my back against the apartment wall forcefully. He moaned slightly into my mouth and squeezed me tighter up against him, while his tongue played with mine. As he pulled away, his teeth grazed my bottom limp and I became almost too weak to stand. He pulled my arm over his shoulder, wrapped his around my waist, and headed towards my apartment.I leaned into him and soon his hand began to wander beneath the front of my dress. I cooed as his fingers found my nipple and he pinched it ever so slightly as we walked. I let out a too-loud moan and sank deeper into his side. "Umm, that feels so good," I mumbled to him as he began massaging my tit. "I'm so wet for you..." I admitted, looking up at him as we walked. He smiled and winked at me, and I brought my free arm across my body and grabbed his belt."You're so naughty!" he laughed, pinching my nipple again, which forced me to bury my face in his chest to suppress another moan. "I love touching you like this, and watching you squirm," he whispered into my ear, allowing me to relish in his warm breath on my ear and neck. I brought my hand down slightly and placed my fingers on either side of his obvious erection over his jeans, rubbing up and down along his shaft. He shuddered slightly and let out a soft groan. "Dammit, Jane. I need to get you home. Now."He grabbed my hand and pulled me behind him while he ran the remaining 500 yards to my apartment. He swung me in front of him when he reached my door to allow me to unlock the door. I began searching for my keys in my camera bag, trying to catch my breath from the run to my place, when I feel Gus slide in right behind me. He shifts my ponytail to the side, and brings his hands down to grab my hips, pulling them back towards the raging hard-on stuffed in his jeans. He starts kissing my neck, licking and sucking occasionally, letting one hand rise and slide beneath the front of my dress to massage my tit again. I stop looking and lean back into him. I inhale sharply when his rough thumb runs over my hard nipple while he thrusts his hips forward to push against me more. His kissing becomes sloppier on my neck and he steps me forward against the door, seemingly lost in the moment. I can feel my sex swelling and dripping, begging to be touched. As if he is reading my mind, he whispers "take off your panties," in between sucking on my neck. I quickly shimmy out of my lacy underwear and use one leg to kick them up and grab them in my hand. Gus trails his hands down the front of my thighs. "I need to feel your wetness," he breathes in my ear before sucking my earlobe into his mouth. His left hand slides under my skirt, pulling it up and exposing my cunt to the chilly night air. He brings his fingers closer to my lips before stopping short, teasing me into releasing a begging moan. Finally, his fingers reach my lips and he slide one from the base of my slit slowly to the top, scooping up a finger full of my juices. "Umm" he hums into my ear, "you are soaking wet. That's so fucking sexy." I let out a loud cry as he touches me again, finding my clit within seconds and flicking it back and forth a few times. He pulls his hand away and I whimper. "Open the door," he commands, and I manage to quickly find my keys and get the door unlocked, all with the feeling of his cock pressed against my ass. The minute the door closes, Gus grabs my face with one hand and my waist with the other, and kisses me with a fire. I slide my hands between us and undo this belt, open his pants, and begin trying to pull them off. He steps back to let them fall off, kicks off his shoes and grabs me again for another kiss. I bring his Henley up and over his head, while he leans over to accommodate my shortness. Our breathing is heavy, and when we reunite the feeling of his bare skin against me is maddening. I bring my hand down into his briefs and wrap my fingers around his engorged cock, and slowly start to bring my hand up and down. He is unbelievably thick for such a long cock, what I would guess to be about 7 or 8 inches. He moans into my mouth as I touch him, and grabs the fabric at the back of my neck, bringing it over my head and letting it fall, exposing my tits for the first time.He pulls away from my grip and steps back. "You have something on your leg," he says, gesturing toward my right thigh. I notice a bead of my cunt juice running down my leg, and before I look up again, Gus gets down on his knees and grabs my ass in his hand, then slowly, he licks the spot, and continues licking up my thigh, following the line on the drop left behind. I moan gratefully. When he reaches my skirt, he pulls away and licks his lips, his eyes meeting mine. He winks at me and grabs the top of my skirt, bringing it down in one swift motion, leaving me completely naked. He stares at my bald cunt and his eyes focus on another drop of juice that is falling from my lips. He catches it on my leg with his tongue again, and this time continues licking until his tongue touches me outer lips.He hesitates here for a moment, and I grab the back of his head with my hands. "Please," I whisper, and just like that, his tongue ventures deeper into the folds of my cunt. I hold onto his head for dear life, trying to maintain my balance as wave after wave of pleasure rock through me. I feel his tongue slide from the base of my slit up to my clit, where he flicks back and forth several times before diving back in. Then, his tongue stiffens, and I feel him probing it deeper inside of me. I sway as I approach an orgasm, and his hand on my ass stabilizes me. He brings his other hand up and slides first on, then two fingers deep inside of me, in place of his tongue. "Oh, God," I cry out, leaning farther forward to shift his fingers to the perfect spot, while his tongue come forward and he sucks my clit into his mouth. "Fuck! Yes!!" I respond, grinding my clit into his face. His brings his fingers in and out of me, finger-fucking me hard, and uses his lips to rub my clit, rolling it between them. With that, I fall over the edge. My body tenses, my vagina walls tighten around his fingers and I let out a deep scream as I cum hard his Gus's face. He pulls away in front of me just in time to catch me as I fall into him, having lost the use of my legs due to the intensity of the orgasm. We fall down onto the carpet just in front of the door, and he brings me into him, kissing my neck and chest, making his way to my tits while I try to catch my breath. "That was incredible," I manage to say through labored breath as his tongue flicks across my hard nipple."Umm," he moaned into my nipple, "you taste incredible. Everywhere." He starts licking down my body, heading towards my cunt once again."I think it's your turn Mr.," I say as I pull him back up to me and kiss him fiercely. I let me tongue explore his mouth, loving the taste of my juices in his mouth. As I pull away, I push against his chest to roll us over, putting me on top. I kiss his neck, licking and sucking as he had done to me. "Relax," I cooed to him as I made my way to his chest, flicking my tongue over his nipple, then sucking it into my mouth. He gasped when I did, so I repeated the maneuver on his other nipple. I continued licking and kissing down his body until I reached his briefs."Before you do anything, you should know that I got tested three weeks ago, and I'm clean," Gus stopped me to say."When I found out Archie was cheating on me, I got tested right away. I thought I had only been with one man, but in reality, I had been with all of his fucking women, too. Luckily, I'm safe as well," I said as I pulled down his underwear and finally released his monster of a cock. I had never been with anyone except Archie, and not only did Gus eat me out better than he ever could, his cock was much more impressive. It shot up in the air when I released it, knocking me in the stomach and intimidating me with it's size. I leaned down and brought my tongue to it's base, the slowly slid it up to the tip, licking the drop of pre-cum from his head. "Yum," I said, licking my lips.I brought my head back down and slowly slid his engorged mushroom head all the way into my mouth. I flicked my tongue in circles around the head for a few seconds, eliciting a grown from Gus. I used my hand to jack his cock up and down while I played with his head for a minute longer, before quickly dropping my head down and sinking as much of his cock into my mouth as I could. Gus inhaled quickly and thrust his cock up, trying to bury it deeper into my throat. He reached the back of my throat with enough room left for my hand to stay on the base. I brought my other hand to his balls, massaging them while my tongue lapped circles around his shaft, which was still buried inside my mouth. I began bobbing up and down, alternating with my hand bobbing, often stopping to lick the base of his head gently or to suck one of his balls into my mouth. As I blew him, I got more and more of his shaft into my throat, eventually nearly bottoming out.After a few minutes, it was clear Gus was close. He was moaning frequently, and his thighs were tense and jumping. I brought as much of him into my mouth as I could, and sucked hard, then began slowly bobbing up until I reached his head. When I did, I grabbed his hand and placed it on the back of my head, then increased the pace of my bobbing. He quickly took the hint and began throat fucking me, pushing my head down hard and fast on his cock, thrusting into my face until he was deep in my throat, and pulling out again. "I'm going to fucking cum, Jane!" He cried, and thrust one more time. I pulled my head back so just his head was in my mouth, and I sucked down him cum as he squirted load after load into my mouth. I released his cock and swallowed, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.Gus lay back, panting. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath. "That was amazing..." he said as he sat up to meet my level, still breathing heavily. He looked me in the eyes, then let his gaze trail down my naked body as I sat in front of him on my knees. "Damn," he whispered, and I blushed."You're not so bed yourself," I replied, running a finger down his chest to his happy trail, swirling a wiring hair around it playfully. "Fitting that the birthday boy ended the night in his birthday suit." At my touch, Gus started to react, his penis twitching slightly and beginning to grow again. "That was fast," I admonished as my hand drifted down to stroke his growing shaft."Your touch is electric to me," he explained, and pulled me in for a delicate kiss. "We don't have to continue if you don't want to," he said between light kisses. "I don't want to push you too far, too fast."I gave him a questioning look and rose to my feet. I took his hand and brought him to standing, then walked him towards my bedroom. I pushed him down onto my bead and crawled on top of him. "I want you, Gus," I said as I leaned down to lick his earlobe. I bit it quickly before whispering into his ear, "don't make me beg you for it." I felt his cock spring to full size against my stomach, and I ground my cunt lips into the base, lubricating it with my cunt juices."Fuck, Jane, I need to get inside of you," Gus moaned as I reached behind myself to play with his balls with one hand. He enjoyed my massage for a few moments before he sat up sharply and roughly threw me to the bed, climbing on top of me. He sucked my nipple into his mouth while his hand massaged my other tit. I found his cock with my hands and stroked softly. He brought his cock down towards my cunt and rubbed it along the lips, eliciting a moan from me. "Do you have a condom?" he questioned, breathing over my saliva-soaked nipple."Bedside drawer," I manage, gesturing to my nightstand as I grind myself into his long shaft and groan. He scrambles to the drawer, finds and condom, and struggles with the wrapper for a moment before he slides it down over his huge cock."Are you nice and wet for me?" he questions mischievously as his fingers slide over my lips, as if testing the waters."Yes..." I breathe, "get inside of me. Now." I tell him as I drag him back on top of me. He lines his head up with the entrance to my sex, and in one swift, forceful motion, he slams into me. "Fuck!" I cry out, part from pleasure and part from pain."I've wanted to fuck you for so long Jane... You are so fucking tight," Gus says to me, looking into my eyes with his cock buried deep inside of me. I start moving my hips back and forth against his cock, and soon he is thrusting in opposition. After a few minutes, his giant cock is buried fully inside of me, his balls hitting my ass when he thrusts in."Yes, Gus, Yes!" I cry out, "Harder! Fuck me harder!" I moan deeply as his speed and force increase, and I can hear his groans of pleasure. I start to tense up and know I am close to another orgasm. Gus buries his head in my neck and bits my shoulder. "Oh god, yes! I'm so close!" I yell to him.He lifts him mouth to my ear and says, "You going to cum for me, you little sex kitten?" His words send me over the edge and I lose all control as my cunt tightens around his cock, making it more difficult for him to thrust in. He pushes against the resistance, never altering his speed, to keep my orgasm going as long as possible. I feel my cum leaking around his cock and scream his name. When my orgasm subsides, I beg him to pause and give me a break to catch my breath. He stays buried inside of me, and goes back to kissing along my neck while I try not to pass out from pleasure. When my breathing slows, he brings his lips to mine and kisses me forcefully before quickly pulling his cock out of me. It felt wrong without him deep inside of me, and I whimpered."Don't worry hot stuff, there is more where that came from. Lay on your side," he commanded. I did as he asked, and found it incredibly hot when he directed me."Whatever you want, baby, I'm yours to play with," I said as I looked over my now turned shoulder and pulled him in to kiss me. He brought my body close to him and I could feel his cock poke between my legs. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, and in the same moment his head found my entrance and he plunged into me again. I gasped at this. "Fuck, that feels so fucking good," I said as I looked him in the eye. I had never fucked in this position before, and it was incredible. Gus was hitting my perfect spot with every thrust, and I soon was lost in pleasure, letting my head lean back into him as he pumped in and out of me for what felt like hours."Put your leg out, away from you," Gus whispered into my ear. He didn't have to ask me twice. I quickly brought my top leg forward and felt Gus's hand land firmly on my ass, slapping it with passion. The shift made his cock reach even deeper, and that accompanied with the hard ass slap was too much for me. "You like it when I slap your ass, you dirty little girl?" he asked as my cunt walls contracted around his cock. He reached around and started rubbing my clit furiously.I yelled out, begging him not to stop. "Oh yes, yes, right there, don't stop baby, don't stop, I'm fucking cumming! Oh God, yes! I'm cumming! Fuck!" I felt cum squirt from my vagina in what felt like buckets as my whole body spasmed uncontrollably."Oh god that was so fucking hot," Gus whimpered behind me. "I'm going to cum, too! Fuck!" he cried as his pumping increased in speed and his hands squeezed me so tightly I thought I would break beneath his grasp. Finally, his cum burst forth in string after string while his penis rested deeply inside of me. "My God, Jane. You're a fucking animal," he managed to get out before collapsing down and spooning me, his cock still buried in my folds. I snuggled into him, loving the feeling of him behind me, his warmth radiating onto me, and his penis throbbing within me. We laid there for some time, then Gus rolled over and out of me and stood up, sliding the condom from his cock. "I've never cum so much," he announced, and slapped me on the ass. "Where is the trash can?" he asked, and I pointed him to the bathroom door as I struggled to break my sex coma.I heard the shower start to run just as I was drifting off. Seconds later, Gus's arms wormed there way beneath me, and he lifted me off the bed and walked me to the bathroom. It was already steamy from the hot water. "What're you doing?" I asked him, mid-yawn,"Let's get clean," he said, setting me down and poking me in the stomach in a teasing way, getting me to giggle. I stepped into the shower and grabbed his hand, bringing him in with me. He wrapped his arms around my small frame and kissed me passionately as the water fell over our heads. The kiss grew in fervor, and he grew more forceful in his grip around me. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around him without breaking from out kiss. His hands explored my back, and he took a step forward, pushing me up against the wall of the shower. His cock popped up again between us. I ground my clit against his shaft and sighed, letting my head drop back into the shower of water."Umm, that feels good," I murmured as he licked and kissed my clavicle and neck. I used my core to continue to grind against his cock, my fingers digging into his back as I grew closer and closer. Gus was busy sucking on my ear and biting my neck lightly. One of his hands raised up and he pinched my nipple with two fingers, squeezing and tugging on it. That surprise made the difference, and I came again, nearly pushing Gus off balance with my spasms. He dropped me slowly back down, smiling devilishly at me."You liked that, huh?" he teased, his hand running through his cum soaked happy trail. I brought my hand to meet his, got some cum on my finger and brought it to my lips, nodding seductively. "Damn, you are killing me, woman!" he laughed, but his eyes locked onto me with intensity. I dropped down to my knees and brought his cock quickly back into my mouth. "Fuck!" he cried from surprise and enjoyment. I licked all around before slowly pulling him out of my mouth. I place his cock between my tits and brought them up to wrap around him. I looked up to him and let the water fall down onto my face.He began thrusting softly between my tits, but his speed soon increased, and his repeatedly hit my in the face with the head of his cock as he got more and more immersed in titty fucking me. I let my tongue hang, so his head would hit it and feel the heat and wetness of my mouth. He grabbed my head to keep himself steady and groaned as I put more pressure on my tits to tighten around his junk. His balls started slapping the underside of my tits, and I moaned in appreciation. "Titty fuck me hard, big boy," I said to him, and he cried out.His cum splashed all over my face and chest, hitting my eye, hair and the walls of the shower. I couldn't believe how much cum he had left. When he finished, I licked up the cum around the head of his cock and stood up, facing the rain to wash the cum from my face. He grabbed my tits from behind and helped clean his cum from them, still breathing heavily. "That was an impressive amount of cum," I said, looking at him over my shoulder teasingly."I know!" he agreed, laughing. "You're something else, Jane." We washed one another clean and stepped out of the shower drying off under the same towel. He brought my face to his and kissed me softly, before breaking the kiss off with a smile. "We should play question games more often" he teased, and wrapped me into a hug. We walked back to the bed and I feel on top of him. Before I fell asleep, I lifted my head to look at Gus. He slept deeply, his breathing even and eyes closed. Looking at him, I reminisced on the night I just experienced. It was hotter sex than I had ever had before, and in that moment, I was so grateful that Archie had cheated on me. This was just the beginning, not the end like I had once thought. I put my head on Gus's chest and fell asleep quickly after.By Buckingbronco33, for Literotica.

Girl was cheated on, finds her groove, after build-up at the party.By Buckingbronco33. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories."Are you almost ready, Jane?" Chloe called through the bathroom door of our shared apartment."Not even close, dude. Remind me why I am doing this again? I just want to stay in tonight and watch Desperate Housewives." I called back, while I sat on the edge of the bathtub, flipped through a magazine, and avoided getting ready. Chloe barreled in, unhappy with my response."Jane, buck up! Archie was a dick and you didn't deserve the way that he treated you, but it has been two months! It is time to get back out there and start experiencing life again. You can't hide in this apartment forever," she said as she moved my legs to sit beside me on the bathtub. I stuck my tongue out at her and continued flipping through the magazine."Girl, cut it out!" Chloe yelled at me while she grabbed at my magazine. I resisted her, and we had a short tug of war with the pages before we both fell into the bathtub, laughing. "Look. Archie is going to be there tonight, but that's no reason for you not to go! Chester just met this guy, and he showed me some Instagram pictures. He is DELICIOUS. You have to come out with us, he is so excited to meet you! Plus, Rachel is expecting you to be there. It wouldn't be a party without good-old Jane!"I had agreed to go to the party at Rachel's forever ago, but that was before. Before the only man I ever loved, had ever been with, fucked some woman in his marketing course. Several times. Enough times that I eventually caught them in the act. Archie said he was sick, so I brought over some chicken soup for him. His roommate let me in; in hindsight, I think he actually felt sorry for me and let me in so the deception would finally end. Anyway, I only needed to see Archie in his typical place on the bottom for about two seconds before it was over for me. The problem was that my whole life had included him. I'd known him all through elementary and Junior high, and we were high school sweethearts, now going to the same school. I think things had been over for a while, but I just don't know how to be single. I feel completely uncomfortable playing a role that isn't "long-term girlfriend". I know that sounds so stupid, and I never wanted to be that way, dependent on someone else. It was just so easy with Archie, we knew each other, and we didn't have to work at it. Maybe that was part of the problem.Chloe has let me mope around for a while now, but I think she is finally getting tired of it. Her boyfriend, Chester, met some guy at the gym, and she has been wanting to set me up with him. Chester is incredible, he loves Chloe so much—the two of them actually make me sick they are so sweet together. But now, with this birthday party that my friend Rachel was hosting for her brother, Archie's old roommate, she was determined. "Show me his picture, then I will decide." I told Chloe indignantly. She pulled up his Instagram in a few seconds, and I have to admit I was impressed. He was damn fine, and it had been a while since I had gotten any. She saw the small smile on my face, and I knew I was doomed."I knew it! I knew you would be into him! Ha! You're coming, no excuses. Now let me do your hair, straight or curly?" She asked devilishly."Straight, so I can pull it up when that room gets too hot," I replied with a huff. I had a new determination—I was going to get laid tonight. Not like I had ever had a one-night stand before, but change is good, right? When Chloe finished my hair, I did something I am sure I will regret. "Chloe, just make me look hot, ok?" Her eyes lit up at that request; she had begged me to let her give me makeovers in the past, and I had outright refused, as I was never one who put a lot of effort into her appearance. Don't get me wrong, I take my health seriously, and swim nearly every morning, which has given me a toned body that works with my petite 5-foot frame. I had always been pretty lean, but since the ice cream portion of my diet has increased due to my breakup, my ass and tits have grown to a size that I am happy with. I had to go up a cup size to a C, and I had a nice little bubble ass. However, I generally left my wavy auburn hair alone, as it was long enough to be a pain to deal with in the morning. I rarely wore makeup because it all came off when I swam anyway, so it seemed like a waste.But now, I wanted to make heads turn, and Chloe was the woman for the job. She had dark hair with straight across bangs and very pale skin, making her appear almost ghost-like, but she rocked the hello out of it, and was always dressed to the nines. She was the stylish one for sure, and had a flair for the dramatic. "You are going to look so sexy!" she yelped at me while she began applying eyeshadow for my smoky eye look. "Your green eyes are going to be popping out of your head!""Is that what the men want these days? Girls who have lost their eyes?" I joked back at her. She glared at me, stuff her tongue out, and then continued happily with her work."I think it is about time that you get some, girl. It's been too long, and you are always cranky!" She quipped back."Hey!" I cried, laughing, "I was in mourning!""You're 22, Jane, and he cheated on you, you aren't a widow! Now, you're almost done," Chloe declared as she left the room, only to quickly return with one of her many little black dresses. "Put this on," she said as she threw it at me, "and let's get going, Chester has been waiting to come over with Paul for like an hour.""Fine," I cried back from the bathroom as I grabbed the dress from my head. I took a good look at it, and noticed that there was barely any fabric at all. I shook my head and slid it over my slender frame. The entire dress consisted of a tight skirt and a billowy halter top, with an open back and deep slit down the front. I slid off my bra and ran to my room to find some black heels to match. Before I finished lacing up one shoe, I heard the doorbell ring. I wasn't surprised, we lived in apartment land in our University town, and pretty much everyone we knew lived within the maze of complexes. It made for short walks but an uninspiring view."You coming out anytime soon?" Chloe called to me just as I finished with the second shoe."One second!" I yelled back at her, as I did a quick once-over in the mirror, grabbed a hairband and snagged my camera bag from the door as I headed out to meet Paul."Damn, you look amazing! Do you really need your camera?" Chloe questioned. "You always are carrying that thing around!""Yes! You never know what I might capture at this party; maybe some good blackmail to get you to do your dishes," I replied with a wink. I turned to the tall, dark and handsome man in front of me. He was at least 6 feet tall and was clearly built with substantial muscle. His skin was a deep, dark brown color and he was wearing a fantastic sport coat. Overall, he was a giant hunk of man meat. "Hi, I'm Jane," I said to him, and reached my hand out to shake his."Hello Jane, I'm Paul," He replied in a deep, sexy voice. "You do look fantastic, but the camera bag is an odd touch." He said to me.That may not have been the nicest thing to say, but he is gorgeous. This is going to be a good night, I thought to myself as I smiled at Paul. "It's my signature.""Let's get our asses to the party, I want to get DRUNK!" Chloe cried as she shoved the three of us out the door.When we got to the party, it was already bumping, and filled to the brim with party-goers. Chloe leaned in to whisper to me, "Chester and I are going to leave you and Paul to have some alone time. Love you!" She kissed me on the cheek and she and Chester dove into the crowd."Can I get you a drink?" Paul asked, leaning down towards me to make sure I heard him over the loud music, since there was over a foot difference between us."That'd be great, thanks!" I yelled up at him. Before he turned around, he reached around and grabbed my ass."Good, feel free to get nice and drunk tonight, I can take care of you," He whispered in my ear and turned away.That might have been a little much, but I'm sure he means well, I think as he barrels through the crowd. I grab my camera from my bag and start snapping photos of the party-goers, the neon lights adding an interesting touch to my photos.I begin to get immersed in the lens, when I hear my name from across the room. "Jane, hey!". I look around the dark, crowded room to find who was calling me. "Over here!" I waded into the crowd to try and get a better view, but I am so short that I couldn't see over anyone's shoulders. Suddenly, I feel a hand touch my waist and stop me from continuing into the crowd. I feel the person behind me use their other hand to pull my hair behind my ear, and I hear a man whisper into it. "Behind you," he said as his breath danced over my ear. I melted a little bit before I regained my composure and tried to turn around in the compact space surrounded by other bodies. His hand stays strong on my waist, as if he is worried about losing me in the crowd.I flip my head around and see Gus, Archie's old roommate. The one who took pity on me and let me into the apartment that fateful afternoon. I had forgotten how handsome he was. Much taller than me, but not quite 6 feet, Gus was a strong presence in any room. His shaggy brown hair curled slightly around his bright blue eyes, and he always had a smile on his face. I had seen him around Archie's apartment without a shirt on every occasionally, and he was definitely built, with a 6 pack that certainly rivaled Archie's beer belly. "Oh, Gus, hi!" I finally responded, laughing. "Sorry about that, I was trying to figure out who was calling me, and I got a little... lost in here." I gestured to the hoard of people around us just as someone bumped into Gus's back and sent him stepping closer to me, until we were only inches apart."It was cute watching you. It must be hard to see anything from down there," he teased me, poking my stomach with his free hand, but still holding my waist with the other. I giggled when he poked me, ticklish as I am, and I wiggled around while he laughed. We were so close I could feel his breath on my naked shoulders."Oh yeah, happy birthday Gus!" I stammered, remembering why we were at this party and feeling like an idiot. "23... you're such a grown-up," I teased, punching him lightly in the shoulder."I know, I feel like I should be getting a dog or something," he responded, and we both laughed at the idea of a dog running around in any of these small apartments. "Rachel's a great sister for throwing this party for me, but I barely know anyone here!" he laughed. "I wanted you to know that Archie is here. I'm sorry, I told Rach not to invite him. He's such an asshole, I can't believe he did that to you. He... it's like he didn't understand how great he had it." He paused, and we stared awkwardly at each other for a few moments before he continued. "Anyway, Jane, I want you to know I'm here for you and I won't let him near you, I promise. But I'm so glad you came! You look incredible, by the way."I smiled shyly and looked up at him, wondering what he was thinking. "Thanks, Gus. Don't worry about it, Chloe warned me he would be here and I'm okay with it. I'm glad I came to, I wouldn't miss celebrating your birthday!"He smiled wide and leaned down to me, "Can I get you a drink?""I have that taken care of, douche-bag," Paul announced as he walked up to us with two drinks in his hands, one nearly empty already. "Step off my girl.""Hey, Paul, that's not cool. This is Gus, the birthday boy, and he is not a douche-bag, he is my friend. Gus, this is my new friend Paul. I am Not his girl." I replied sternly to the two of them. "But thank you for bringing me a drink.""Gotcha, no hard feelings," Gus gestured to Paul. "I'll catch you later, Jane," and he walked into the crowd.Paul downed his drink quickly, threw the cup on the ground and yelled into the kitchen from his high stature, "Chester, throw me a beer!" I ducked just in time to avoid getting nailed with a beer can."Sorry, Jane!" I heard Chester scream/laugh while Chloe slapped him on the arm. Paul opened the beer and it fizzed over, spilling all over my dress and hair."Shit, my bad," Paul said, mid-laugh. "You look sexier wet, though," he winked. I was starting to get really tired of Paul, and honestly was concerned about drinking the open drink he offered me. I decided I would not be drinking from it."No worries," I said back, trying to wipe the excess beer off my chest and wring out my hair with one hand."Let's dance," Paul said, and he wrapped his arm around my waist and lifted me up, wading through the crowd toward the "dance floor"."Okay, you can put me down now," I told him when we reached the area where people were dancing."You're just so tiny, it seemed easier to move you where I wanted you," Paul replied, clearly trying to flirt with me, but for some reason it was incredibly off-putting. He didn't move his hand from around me, and started to dance wildly, drinking from his beer every couple of seconds. I was just about to turn away and leave Paul for the night, until I say Archie from the corner of my eye, staring at me while Torey, a girl from our high school, stroked his arm and spoke to him. I decided I better get into dancing with Paul rather than seem like I was here alone, which would only further humiliate me. I started moving to the beat along with Paul, his free hand running up and down my side and ass, until his beer was gone. It was almost enjoyable, until he stopped, saying he wanted another drink and dragged me by the arm to the kitchen. I dropped my drink down the sink when he wasn't looking and set the cup down, and was about to tell Paul I wanted to go find Chloe when she popped up beside me. Chester started talking with Paul and Chloe pulled me aside."What happened to you?" she asked, gesturing to the wet ends of my hair. "You look like a wet puppy.""Paul happened," I replied, rolling my eyes and pulling my hair into a ponytail. "He is a little bit out of control.""You seemed to be enjoying yourself on the dance floor," Chloe commented, catching me in my mischief, as always."Archie was staring at me. I acted on a survival instinct," I spat back, feeling ashamed."Well, that's what I came to talk to you about! Archie came over, fully drunk, and badgered Chester for twenty minutes about who you are with and if you guys are dating. He is totally bugging out!" Chloe exclaimed."Good, he deserves to "bug out", he's an ass," I replied, feeling relieved for some reason. "I don't think I can keep hanging out with Paul just to make him feel bad, though, it is almost worse being with him.""Well, you better make your choice fast, because Archie is coming over here!" Chloe screeched. I panicked and grabbed Paul, pulling him through the crowd and yelling goodbye to Chloe over my shoulder. I dragged Paul through the crowd until I was far enough away from Archie to feel safe, in the other corner of the apartment, near the hallway to the bedrooms."Missing me?" Paul questioned me before burping in my face. "Sorry, my bad," he said before he reached down to grab my ass again. I rolled my eyes and then jumped when he reached both arms under my ass and lifted me up against him."Put me down, Paul, this isn't going to happen," I told him, trying to wriggle out of his hold."Oh, you don't like to do stuff with people seeing?" he questioned, "I get it, hang on," and he took a couple of steps into the hallway, concealing us from the rest of the party-goers. He pushed my back up against the wall and leaned in to kiss my neck."Paul, stop it!" I told him, pushing his shoulders away from me, trying to keep him from kissing me. He brought one hand to the back of my neck and forced my face towards his, bringing me into a sloppy kiss. I pulled away as hard as I could and turned my face. "Paul, let me down, now! Stop!" I yelled at him."Come on, baby. I just want to have a little fun. Shut up and enjoy it," he replied, and he clamped his hand over my mouth. I tried to cry against his fingers, but his hand was nearly as big as my face. He pushed harder up against the wall to keep me up, and began running his hand up my thigh, trying to touch me.I turned my head sharply towards the main room of the apartment and got away from his fingers. "Stop, now!" I cried, and in that moment, I saw a blur of a fist and Paul released me from the wall and fell sideways."What the fuck?!" he yelled and turned toward his attacker just as I did, only to find Gus with both fists up, ready to hit him again. "Dude, what the fuck? Leave us the fuck alone!""She told you to stop, man." Gus replied coolly as he stepped in front of me. I adjusted my skirt back down and stepped behind him farther."You just fucking assaulted me!" Paul cried. "I should call the Cops!"Rachel ran up to us. "Get out of my apartment. Now," she said firmly, pointing towards the door."Whatever, this party sucks anyway," Paul declared as he headed toward the door.Gus turned around and wrapped his arms around me. "Are you okay, Jane? I'm sorry I didn't come faster." He held one of his hands in my hair, and I felt how quickly his heart was beating against my face.Before I could answer, Chloe ran up to us and pulled me into a hug. "I'm so sorry for bringing him, Jane, I had no idea! I'm so glad you are okay!"I pulled away, "I'm fine, I'm fine, everyone calm down. Thank you, Gus, I appreciate the help. I am okay! As long as he is gone. Let's get back to celebrating your birthday! I need a drink now!" I cried, and everyone around cheered and got back to enjoying the party. I walked to the kitchen to get myself a drink, and then found the couch, slightly exhausted from what almost just happened."Can I join you?" I hear someone say, and I look up to see Gus with a beer in his hand."Sure, as long as you don't spill on me, too," I joke and scoot over to make room for him. "Don't you want to go and enjoy your party? Dance and play beer pong and all that jazz?" I asked him."Like I said, I barely know anyone here anyway," he replied, smiling at me. "Are you sure you're okay?" He asked again, locking eyes with me in a way that truly expressed his concerns."Yeah, thanks to you," I said. "I don't know what I was doing with him anyway, what a loser. I guess I just didn't want to appear in front of Archie for the first time alone, you know?" I said, surprised that I was opening up so much to Gus. "I just wanted to have a good time tonight," I said."I can understand that, maybe you still can have a great time!" He answered optimistically. "What would make this fun for you?""Hmm... that's a great question. I think I could use another drink," I replied, noticing my beer was almost empty."Don't move!" Gus said, and he bolted out of the couch and sunk into the crowd. I waited only a few minutes before he returned with three drinks balancing in his hands. "I forgot to ask you what you wanted, so I figured I would get a sweet mixed drink, another beer, and a vodka soda... I don't know what I'll do with the ones you don't want, but, yeah! What do you want?""I'll take the vodka soda," I replied, laughing at him, "Thank you. I think I have an idea of what we can do with the other two drinks. Let's play a game, loser drinks! We can go until we finish all three.""Sounds fun, what game did you have in mind?" Gus asked, raising an eyebrow at me."Let's ask each other questions about ourselves. If you get the answer wrong, you drink, if you get it right, the other person drinks. You game?" I ask. Gus nods at me, smiling. "I'll start, with an easy one," I say, "What's my full name?""Jane.... Robert Harmon!" Gus responded with little confidence, laughing at himself and already going to take his drink. "What is your middle name?" he asked me."Madeline," I said, "It's your turn.""What sport did I play in high school?" Gus asked, his eyes gleaming like he had caught me for sure.I racked my brain, and then it came to me, "You wrestled, didn't you?" I asked, surprising him and myself. "You are so going down," I laughed as he sheepishly drank another sip from the beer."Yeah, yeah, yeah, Jane Madeline Harmon... I'll get you yet," He responded teasingly, "It's your turn." We continued playing, each of us drinking on and off, but I was surprised by how much we knew about each other. We had never spent much time together, but he had been around for a large portion of my life. Something about that made me feel safe sitting here with him, even after what just happened. I became increasingl

Greetings valued listeners! We return with another episode dedicated to the DLP news drought and try to find human connection in the way we prepare, fill and present our show. Not an easy task, you say? Well there is hope, and your relationship with this podcast is more intimate and relatable than you might think! Luckily Georgina saves us this time with an extensive LOL letter and trip report, especially useful for all you expectant mothers out there. Fathers to be can also get some nuggets of interest.  Get involved! The future of this show depends on the You You Are!    

This is it y'all..... since 12-1-2011 EMAC has been giving you some wicked tunes to groove to. While this show concludes, The Jay King Network continues. Youtube, Facebook Live, Instagram Live & other platforms. And since this is the last show, it's only right to replay the very first show. Lots of special people that have passed on since the beginning, so we givehonors to all of them.    But you never know...... I may pop up on ya, with some more grooves to groove to DAMMIT!   RIP LYNN TOLLIVER JR, RIP ROBERT "BIG OL FACE" REDWINE "Stankin' Baby!"  

January is nearly over, but there is plenty of time to sneak in another fine selection of nine songs from The Derellas, Gone Feral, Voodoo Love Gods, The Heaters, The Dickies, Chuck Jr, Matt Berry, Heart Attack Alley and Anarchicks.Voice of Jeff, Comedy Suburbs, Dark Jeff, Dammit, Tony has your Facebook comments, prequel, Cherry Red, last week, Wigan gig, Wedding band, Traitors, Forest, Carnival Row, Sumac, childrens book, From the Vaults, Tony's International Gig Guide, this week, work, Parking Tickets, Matt Berry, Izzatwat and a reminder of the ways you can listen.Song 1: The Derellas – Just Because I Smile Doesn't Mean I Like YouSong 2: Gone Feral - RochambeauSong 3: Voodoo Love Gods – Chinese SpySong 4: The Heaters – Melting PotSong 5: The Dickies - ParanoidSong 6: Chuck Jr – Do It MadlySong 7: Matt Berry – I Gotta LimitSong 8: Heart Attack Alley – Cryin'Song 9: Anarchicks – Dare To Think

On today's show, we welcome in the New Year with a Season Two Wrap Up of the Tulsa King starring our guy, Sylvester Stallone!Show Rundown: Happy New Year from Moody & Groo, Thoughts on the new trailer for James Gunn's Superman, Snuggling, Strong debate on Hulk Hogan's reaction on Monday Night Raw, Billy Joel's “sinister” Uptown Girl, Season Two of Tulsa King, Paramount +, Tulsa King spinoff? The excellent cast of TK, What did we think of the finale? Season Two review, Where might we go for season 3? ABC's Murder One, AP Bio is on Netflix, Moody and Groo love season two of Max Bookie.For out next episode of Van Dammit, we will give you our thoughts on Jean Claude Van Damme, 007 Roger Moore and an apparently no so young James Remar in The Quest.For our next episode of Nothing Worthwhile, Phil Collins is back with the documentary Drummer First, a look at his musical career as a drummer. Will Phil survive the entire documentary? Moody and Groo will let you know!Rip ‘Em!

Erik Childress and Steve Prokopy are back to start 2025 with reviews…of a lot of 2024 movies. Albeit ones opening wider across the country now. But there are also some brand new releases including documentaries on a film that never was (George A. Romero's Resident Evil) and the songwriter who never wins an Oscar (Diane Warren: Relentless). Then a family is trapped amidst a pole reversal (Survive) and Adrien Brody tries to build a life in America (The Brutalist). Robbie Williams gets the musical biopic treatment as a chimpanzee (Better Man) while Julianne Moore & Tilda Swinton face a tough life together in Pedro Almodovar's latest (The Room Next Door). Pamela Anderson finds herself aging out in Vegas (The Last Showgirl) and Marianne Jean-Baptiste gives one of the year's best performances in the new film from Mike Leigh (Hard Truths). Finally, Gerard Butler returns as Big Nick to get the mastermind robber he lost the first time (Den of Thieves : Pantera).   0:00 - Intro 1:41 - George A. Romero's Resident Evil 9:35 - Diane Warren: Relentless 18:26 - Survive 24:29 – The Brutalist 40:50 - Better Man 57:19 – The Room Next Door 1:06:20 – The Last Showgirl 1:20:06 - Hard Truths 1:28:18 - Den of Thieves 2: Pantera 1:44:45 - Outro

Another year presents another opportunity to take control of your health away from the disease profiteers! And, for the Love of All That is Holy, don't fall into the new weight loss trap!

First show of 2025 and we hit the ground running with a show filled full of greatness! Get ready for nine songs from Apocalypse Babys, The Clashnikovs, Market Wholesale, Slow Burning Car, Corners Of Sanctuary, The Mags, Degenerates Of Punk, Scanner and Miss Georgia Peach.Apocalypse Babys, not heard from Jeff, Paul has a joke for us, Dammit!, no Facebook comments, Quiz time for Tony!, last week, New Year, Wicked, new office, Rogue Heroes, Traitors, Forest, Black Panther, From the Vaults, covers, Tony's International Gig Guide, this week, Cover band prep, office, work..., illustrator, parking tickets, tax return, Degenerates Of Punk, Musk, Izzatwat and a reminder of the ways you can get in touch.Song 1: Apocalypse Babys – The More You Drink The Better We SoundSong 2: The Clashnikovs – Enough Is EnoughSong 3: Market Wholesale – Lost MyselfSong 4: Slow Burning Car – Hard Time WalkingSong 5: Corners Of Sanctuary - ParanoidSong 6: The Mags – My Girl My HeartSong 7: Degenerates Of Punk – I TrySong 8: Scanner – Letter To The HIPSong 9: Miss Georgia Peach – Shut Up And Drink Your Beer

In this episode of Nothing Worthwhile with Moody & Groo, we dive deep into 1994's Street Fighter, starring Jean Claude Van Damme and Raul Julia. Joining us is Katie Geilenkirchen from One More Round and Retromade podcasts to break down the cult classic!

On today's show, Katie Geilenkirchen joins us from the One More Round and Retromade podcasts to discuss Jean Claude Van Damme and Raul Julia in 1994's Street Fighter! Show Rundown: Sylvester Stallone loses one more round to the manatees, Arnold Schwarzenegger as Santa Claus? Is Alan Ritchson the newest action star? An impromptu discussion on The Rock Dwayne Johnson, Dolph Lundgren knocks out cancer, Are we interested in yet another Karate Kid vehicle? And another Look Who's Talking movie? Street Fighter goes Retromade back to 1994, Steven E de Souza, Capcom, Kylie Minogue, Benny “The Jet” Urquidez, Raul Julia is batting Van Damme and cancer, G all the way to an R rating? Nothing Worthwhile Movie Fun Facts, Van Damme's reported cocaine addiction, Presidential Hotel Suites, Moody, Groo and Katie give their final reviews of Street Fighter, One Thing We Are Watching This Week, Mark Gastineau and Nate Bargatze on SNL and Netflix. For our next episode of Nothing Worthwhile, Moody & Groo welcome in the New Year with a review from the past. Often discussed in Last of the Action Heroes circles, we will give the definitive and best wrap up of Season Two of the Tulsa King starring Sylvester Stallone as Dwight “The General” Manfredi. The Boss is Back! For our next episode of Van Dammit we will move ahead from1994 to 1996. Jean Claude Van Damme and 007? It's Jean Claude Van Damme, James Remar and Roger Moore in The Quest! Is this Jean Claude doing his Indiana Jones thing? No Retreat, No Surrender

On this episode of the Nothing Worthwhile podcast, Moody and Groo check out Cannon films in all of its glory as they Superman IV – The Quest for Peace.Show Rundown: Retromade Podcast appearance, Survivor Series Wargames, WWE is bringing back Saturday Night's Main Event, Jesse “The Body” Ventura, Elton John can't see, John Mayer interviews Billy Joel, The Golden Bat Rule? Juan Soto signs with the NY Mets, James Gunn, WWE and A&E are back with LFG, Sidney J. Furie, The Salkinds, Cannon Films, Big Budget Cuts, Deleted Footage, Movie Fun Facts, Season 4 of Superman & Lois, Linkin Park is back and Moody and Groo answer the eternal question, “Can a movie be so bad, it's good?”Check out our next episode of Van Dammit, it's 1994 Streetfighter with Jean Claude Van Damme and Raul Julia.Check out our next episode of Nothing Worthwhile, as we wrap up Season Two of Tulsa King starring Sylvester Stallone.Rip ‘Em!

Professor Pete sits down with Coach Russ to talk about McHugh BJJ Cherry Hill, surprising aspects of opening an academy, growth as an instructor, and more.

Barehand Turkey Ripper. You Want Disgusting? Here, Hold My Pizza Wine. Stuck Between Thomas And Nancy. Musty Ibbott. There Were TWO CHUCKS. You Lost Me At Toasted Oak. Totally gassed on the treads. Cork dork. It's All Dirt To Me, Dammit! No Longer Orange Theory, It's Law. Forget Coverville, Welcome to Funkytown. TMS: Generally Wholesome. Rubbing the EMU in. Never a beer has passed my face. Oliver the Frenchman with Amy and more on this episode of The Morning Stream. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Barehand Turkey Ripper. You Want Disgusting? Here, Hold My Pizza Wine. Stuck Between Thomas And Nancy. Musty Ibbott. There Were TWO CHUCKS. You Lost Me At Toasted Oak. Totally gassed on the treads. Cork dork. It's All Dirt To Me, Dammit! No Longer Orange Theory, It's Law. Forget Coverville, Welcome to Funkytown. TMS: Generally Wholesome. Rubbing the EMU in. Never a beer has passed my face. Oliver the Frenchman with Amy and more on this episode of The Morning Stream. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

People tell me all the time to get over it, you've got Trump derangement syndrome, you gotta move on, etc, etc. Move on? I don't even understand that. How can I move on from him when this country just voted to make him President again? He'll be more dangerous in two months than he is now. He'll have power again. I won't "move on" from that. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

This week we are reminded of the things that you throw away and they come back - which raises many questions... So, whilst we do the research, you can enjoy nine songs from Culture Clash, The Frontlines, The Battery Farm, Tame The Abyss, The Fuzztones, Metal Riot, YT-1300, The Lemon Drop Gang and We Three Kings.Voice of Jeff, Comedy Suburbs, the darkest joke yet from Jeff, boomerangs, Dammit, Tony has your Facebook comments, show 999 and 1000 are coming, Monkeyfist, last week, work work work, Devil's Hour, house viewings, parking ticket, Forest, Mayfair, From The Vaults, man baby, Tony's International Gig Guide, this week, no Izzatwat this week, Quiz time for Tony and a reminder of the ways you can listen.Song 1: Culture Clash – Bad OdourSong 2: The Frontlines – Who You Gonna TrustSong 3: The Battery Farm – John Bull's Hard TimesSong 4: Tame The Abyss – Black MoldSong 5: The Fuzztones – Bad News Travels FastSong 6: Metal Riot – Eternal Speed DeathSong 7: YT-1300 – 12 SystemsSong 8: The Lemon Drop Gang – Leave The World BehindSong 9: We Three Kings – Blackout