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Send us a textJoin director and former child star Moosie Drier, and author Jonathan Rosen, as they chat with music legend Andy Kim!Andy discusses his career, writing hits such as Sugar, Sugar, the story behind Rock Me Gently, meeting Elvis, his friendship with Phil Spector, & much more!Support the show

Ep 603: Dylan and Elvis are back for another brand-new special episode! The boys recap Sunday night football between the Vikings & the Cowboys. The Monday Night game as the Steelers get a big win at home vs the Dolphins. Elvis and Dylan will give out their week 15 NFL Power Rankings and go through their top 10. The boys will preview and break down Thursday Night Football as the Rams hit the road to take on the Seahawks for the number 1 seed. Picks and props will be given out.  We are also joined by Colby Dant of the College Experience over on the Sports Gambling Podcast to talk all things college football and give out his picks for the first round of the college football playoffs. Also, our NBA guru Elvis will take a look at the Thursday slate and give out his favorite picks. & Lastly, D-Rock will give out his favorite CBB bets for Thursday so please make sure you guys hit that like button, subscribe, rate, leave a review and comment below who you'll betting on this week!Watch on youtube:  https://www.youtube.com/live/LjoV8zHi7js?si=iidUm1oPtd4Bt1IYListen to the full Podcast: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-dream-wager/id1550381287Props.CashUse code DREAM25 for 25% off your first month's subscription. RATE AND REVIEW THE SHOW ON iTUNES & AUDIO PLATFORMS!#Sports #Podcast #TheDreamWager #NFL #NBA #CBB #SportsBetting #NFLPicks #Seahawks #Rams #NBAPicks #CBBPicksFollow The Dream Wager on X@thedreamwager  Follow The Dream Wager on Instagram@thedreamwagerFollow the boys on X Dylan: @rockk24  Elvis: @e_thedreamwager

Send us a textThe NNMC Christmas Episode!Stay tuned at the end of this episode for Tim's 'Sleepytime' version of the Wham! class Last Christmas!Here in Episode 252 of the No Name Music Cast, it is Tim's turn to pick the topic and he chooses to talk about the 1985 compilation album 'The Christmas Album'.We cover songs from Band Aid, Elton John and Paul McCartney as well as other songs from this seasonal favourites.We also cover Elvis, The Snowman and the 007 Store!Support the showEmail the show: nonamemusiccast@gmail.com Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/nonamemusiccastpodcast/ https://nonamemusiccast.com/

Send us a textJoin director and former child star Moosie Drier, and author Jonathan Rosen, as they chat with music legend Andy Kim!Andy discusses his career, writing hits such as Sugar, Sugar, the story behind Rock Me Gently, meeting Elvis, his friendship with Phil Spector, & much more!Support the show

Episode #289Founding CKY drummer Jess Margera, older brother to Bam Margera from Jackass fame, joins Mistress Carrie to talk about the bands new song 'Can't Stop Running, family, celebrating the Holidays, Elvis, Led Zeppelin, Def Leppard, Ludwig drums, Tony Hawk, Desmond Child, Ville Valo, cats, Sonic Temple, Australia, and so much more! Episode Notes Check out the custom playlist for Episode #289 here! Find Jess Margera Online: Instagram Find CKY online: WebsiteFacebookInstagramTwitterTikTokYoutubeBSKY Find Mistress Carrie Online: Official WebsiteThe Mistress Carrie Backstage Pass on PatreonXFacebookInstagramThreadsYouTubeCameoPantheon Podcast NetworkFind The Mistress Carrie Podcast online:InstagramThreads Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

The HOBI Gang is small this week as Jim is out sick so Jason gets more time for impressions, Jeff becomes Elvis and Bryan gets frustrated! Plus Jason reviews the finale for It: Welcome to Derry, Bryan watched the Abandons, name favorite albums, pick the best buddy-cop duo and pay respects to Rob Reiner. The gang talk a new Miami Vice movie, the power of bologna, and list their Top Five Favorite Best Worst Films! This episode is sponsored by the Super Cincy Expo.

As we await the epic holiday two-parter for this year's Christmas episode, Santa may have just slipped a little something into your stocking a little early! Over at the TCBCast Jukebox, Gurdip and Justin settle in next to the tree to unwrap more Elvis-themed novelty songs that have come out both within Elvis's lifetime and beyond, this time with more of a holiday twist than usual. Tacky Elvis impressions, maudlin and overwrought post-1977 tearjerkers and - weirdly - a couple genuinely catchy ones; this list of Elvis novelty songs runs the gamut! Originally released as a bonus on the TCBCast Patreon in 2023, this episode marks the first time the guys revisited the topic of Elvis novelty songs since 2020. And never fear - there's still one more lighter episode on the slate yet to come just before the big Christmas drop!  

This episode is entertainment at it's best.  The hosts Maverick and Wolfman can make any conversation funny but this episode takes the cake. Give a listen and laugh as they work from cold weather to Elvis, to ice fishing, to great lakes, to trivia and somehow back to Elvis.  Enjoy the Run!Support the showThanks for listening to Running with Maverick and Wolfman. If you are enjoying the podcast please like and share on facebook, X, follow on instagram and support the show. Thank you to those who have supported already.If you have questions please e-mail or submit them on facebook or instagram. Thanks!This podcast if for informational purposes only and should not be considered professional healthcare advice. We are not responsible for any losses, damages, or liabilities that may arise from the use of this podcast. This podcast is not intended to replace medical advice. The views expressed in this podcast may not be those of the hosts or the management. THIS PODCAST IS NOT AFFILIATED IN ANY WAY WITH THE TOP GUN MOTION PICTURES OR PARAMOUNT PICTURES INC.

Matthew and Gunnar Nelson are a musical duo and longtime collaborators. Their new book, What Happened to Your Hair?: How We Played Loud… Loved Proud… and Never Backed Down… Together, is available today.IN THE NEWS: Rob Reiner's son Nick has been charged with the brutal murder of Princess Bride director Rob Reiner's longtime collaborator and his wife, with reports noting his long history of drug rehab and current custody on $4 million bail. And the future of transportation as what's being billed as the world's first production flying car prepares to roll out to customers, with a sky‑high price tag to match.Get it on.Subscribe to The Adam Carolla Show on Substack: https://adamcarolla.substack.com/FOR MORE WITH THE NELSON TWINS:BOOK: What Happened to Your Hair?: How we Played Loud…Loved Proud…and Never Backed Down…Together.FOR MORE WITH JASON “MAYHEM” MILLER: INSTAGRAM & TWITTER: @mayhemmillerWEBSITE: www.mayhemnow.comLIVE SHOWS: December 18 - Calabasas, CA (Live Podcast)December 19 - Las Vegas, NV (2 shows)December 20 - Las Vegas, NV (2 shows)Thank you for supporting our sponsors:BetOnlineExclusive $35 off Carver Mat at https://on.auraframes.com/CAROLLA. Promo Code CAROLLADo you owe 10,000 dollars or more in credit card debt or personal loans? To learn what debt reduction you may qualify for simply go online and visit dra.com/podcasthomes.comoreillyauto.com/adampluto.tvshopify.com/CAROLLAhttps://www.sonypictures.com/movies/sisuroadtorevengeSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

This Week in Music History: December 15-21 | John Lennon’s Final UK Show, Pink Floyd’s The Wall, Nirvana MTV Unplugged & More Join Buzz Knight and Master of Music Mayhem Harry Jacobs for an unforgettable journey through music history on the Takin’ A Walk podcast! This week’s episode covers December 15-21, packed with legendary moments that shaped rock and roll forever. Featured Music History Highlights:

Ep 602: Dylan and Elvis are back for another brand-new special episode! The boys recap the fifteenth weekend in the NFL. What they got right, what they got wrong. The boys will look ahead toward Monday Night Football as the Steelers host the Dolphins. They'll give out their favorite picks and props for MNF. The NBA continues and Elvis will take a look at Monday's slate and give out a few plays. Lastly, D-Rock will take a look the CBB slate for Monday and give out his favorite bets. So, please make sure you guys hit that like button, subscribe, rate, leave a review and comment below who you'll betting on this week!Watch on youtube: https://www.youtube.com/live/PktZYvIVjEw?si=QVjw7BnTlPfHWmmx Listen to the full Podcast: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-dream-wager/id1550381287Props.CashUse code DREAM25 for 25% off your first month's subscription. RATE AND REVIEW THE SHOW ON iTUNES & AUDIO PLATFORMS!#Sports #Podcast #TheDreamWager #NFL #NBA #CollegeFootball #CBB #SportsBetting #NFLPicks #NBAPicks #CBBPicks Follow The Dream Wager on X@thedreamwager  Follow The Dream Wager on Instagram@thedreamwagerFollow the boys on X Dylan: @rockk24  Elvis: @e_thedreamwager 

This Week in Music History: December 15-21 | John Lennon’s Final UK Show, Pink Floyd’s The Wall, Nirvana MTV Unplugged & More Join Buzz Knight and Master of Music Mayhem Harry Jacobs for an unforgettable journey through music history on the Takin’ A Walk podcast! This week’s episode covers December 15-21, packed with legendary moments that shaped rock and roll forever. Featured Music History Highlights:

Today we are re-releasing one of our favorite episodes...our Christmas Special! Here we talked about some of our favorite (and not so favorite) Christmas songs and movies.Joining us on The Nice List are the Pogues, Bowie and Bing, Weezer, Ella, Jose Feliciano, She & Him, the Kinks, the Vince Guaraldi Trio, John and Yoko, Darlene Love, the Waitresses, Elvis and more!Dim the lights, stoke the fire, egg the nog, and Yule it up with The Mixtape Diaries.  Your heart will grow three sizes this day.Find the playlist for this episode on Spotify. You can also find Mark's Holiday playlist on Apple and Brad's Holiday playlist on Spotify. This episode was originally released on Dec. 15, 2021.Find the main The Mixtape Diaries Playlist on Spotify and Apple Music.  If you like what you hear, please share, rate and review us!For mini playlists, follow us on The Mixtape Diaries Substack.Give us a follow on Twitter and Insta or send us an email at themixtapediariespodcast@gmail.com. Credits: Intro — the Februarys, "Does Your Father Know"/ Outro — Cocteau Twins, "Frosty the Snowman."

Veganism 2025, Elvis 1964 "Losing popularity doesn't necessarily mean losing power, influence, or legacy. That's important to remember for vegans in the mid-2020s who are feeling like Elvis in the mid-1960s. We used to be the cool kids." Listen to today's episode by Jeffrey Spitz Cohan at Main Street Vegan Academy #vegan #plantbased #plantbasedbriefing #veganmovement #maha #misinformation =============== Original post: https://mainstreetvegan.com/veganism-2025-elvis-1964-by-victoria-moran-hhc-aadp-ryt-200/  Related Episodes: Use search field at https://www.plantbasedbriefing.com/episodes  =============== Main Street Vegan Academy is the premier training & certification program for Vegan coaches. Their mission is to encourage the adoption and maintenance of a positive vegan lifestyle and a health-promoting diet, geared to the needs and preferences of the individual, for the purpose of creating a just world for all beings and protecting this planet. Founder Victoria Moran went vegan in 1983; overcame a binge-eating disorder; in 1985 wrote Compassion the Ultimate Ethic, the first book about Vegan philosophy and practice to come from an actual publisher; raised a Vegan daughter; wrote 12 additional books and has another on the way; and appeared twice on Oprah. Learn more at https://MainStreetVegan.com   ================== FOLLOW THE SHOW ON: YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@plantbasedbriefing     Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/2GONW0q2EDJMzqhuwuxdCF?si=2a20c247461d4ad7 Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/plant-based-briefing/id1562925866 Your podcast app of choice: https://pod.link/1562925866 Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/PlantBasedBriefing   LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/company/plant-based-briefing/   Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/plantbasedbriefing/     

In today's episode, we're joined by Elvis Kamba, author of the new book on Mark Bristow and the extraordinary rise of Randgold Resources. Elvis worked inside Randgold and later Barrick under Bristow's leadership, giving him a unique front-row perspective on one of the most influential mining stories of the last 30 years. In this conversation, we explore what inspired him to capture the Randgold journey, how Bristow's leadership philosophy shaped the company, and what made Randgold's approach to Africa so different from everyone else. We'll dive into the pivotal moments from Morila, the “company maker,” to the hard lessons of Syama, the engineering triumph of Kibali, and ultimately the “merger of the century” with Barrick. Elvis also reflects on Randgold's culture, its ability to build elite teams, its relationships with governments and communities, and the broader message he wants the industry and young professionals to take from his book. It's a rare, insider look at one of mining's most remarkable success stories  KEY TAKEAWAYS Unlike many mining companies that view Africa primarily as a source of resources, there were opportunities for investment and community development The challenges faced at Syama Gold Mine served as a crucible for Randgold, leading to the development of better project selection frameworks and enhanced environmental and social capabilities, ultimately strengthening the company's operational discipline. Morila was pivotal for Randgold, transforming it from a small exploration company into a globally respected producer by generating significant cash flows that funded further expansion and exploration. The final chapter of the book emphasises the positive contributions of mining to society, advocating for a more sustainable and environmentally friendly approach while highlighting the industry's role in technological advancements and community development BEST MOMENTS “Mark Bristow is a leader that represents one of the most transformational leadership... He had an inherent interest for the country and the people that were in the places where he did the business." "Morila was Randgold's first world-class deposit... It transformed what was known as a small exploration company into a globally respected producer." "Syama was like a crucible where Randgold's ability to manage future mines was forged... They developed a smarter project selection framework, which they popularly called our filters GUEST RESOURCES www.linkedin.com/in/elvis-kamba-8897b236 Amazon Link to Book: https://bit.ly/3YhqKzA VALUABLE RESOURCES Mail:        ⁠rob@mining-international.org⁠ LinkedIn: ⁠https://www.linkedin.com/in/rob-tyson-3a26a68/⁠ X:              ⁠https://twitter.com/MiningRobTyson⁠  YouTube: ⁠https://www.youtube.com/c/DigDeepTheMiningPodcast⁠  Web:        ⁠http://www.mining-international.org⁠ CONTACT METHOD ⁠rob@mining-international.org⁠ ⁠https://www.linkedin.com/in/rob-tyson-3a26a68/⁠ Podcast Description Rob Tyson is an established recruiter in the mining and quarrying sector and decided to produce the “Dig Deep” The Mining Podcast to provide valuable and informative content around the mining industry. He has a passion and desire to promote the industry and the podcast aims to offer the mining community an insight into people's experiences and careers covering any mining discipline, giving the listeners helpful advice and guidance on industry topics.  This Podcast has been brought to you by Disruptive Media. https://disruptivemedia.co.uk/

Interview Date: August 24th, 2025Episode Summary:In this captivating conversation, Juliet Prowse, author of Born to Dance, joins The Business of Dance Podcast to share the untold story of her legendary aunt, the late Juliet Prowse — a trailblazing British-South African dancer and actress who conquered Hollywood, Las Vegas, and Broadway.From performing alongside Frank Sinatra and Elvis Presley in Can-Can and G.I. Blues to headlining her own million-dollar Vegas residency, Big Juliet redefined what it meant to be a female entertainer in a male-dominated era. Little Juliet takes listeners behind the scenes of her research journey — discovering a red suitcase of letters, interviewing former collaborators, and piecing together the life of a woman who never waited for permission to shine.The discussion unpacks the discipline, athleticism, and business savvy that made Juliet Prowse one of the highest-paid performers of the 1970s, plus stories of her engagements to Sinatra, her friendship with Elvis, and her unstoppable work ethic that kept her dancing until her final days.This episode is perfect for dancers, musical-theatre artists, and history-minded creatives who want to learn from one of the greats — and be reminded that success is built on grit, artistry, and courage to create your own opportunities.Shownotes:(0:00) – Welcome & introduction to Juliet Prowse interview(3:00) – Little Juliet shares the story behind her famous name(13:18) – Discovering a red suitcase & inspiration to write Born to Dance(16:00) – Big Juliet's early Hollywood years & Vegas debut(21:03) – Athleticism, costuming, and Bob Mackie's extravagant designs(25:39) – Breaking barriers: creating her own Las Vegas show(31:22) – The million-dollar Desert Inn contract & Vegas legacy(36:29) – Life, love & rumors — Sinatra, Elvis, and beyond(41:23) – Performing through illness & leaving a lasting impact(1:03:00) – Lessons for today's dancers: hard work, creativity, & legacyBiography:Juliet Prowse never intended on becoming an author, but when she spotted a little red suitcase in her parents' attic, filled to the brim with articles about her famous aunt, the dancer/entertainer Juliet Prowse, she felt she just had to tell this story.As a seasoned communications professional, Juliet was used to writing, but to ensure the authenticity of her first book, Juliet waded through over 1 000 newspaper articles and letters, largely written by her dancing aunt to her mother (the author's grandmother), and spoke to over 20 people who had performed with Juliet. Known as Big Juliet and Little Juliet in the Prowse household, Little Juliet inherited her aunt's athleticism and became a South African runner, but she was never as graceful as her famous aunt who was born to dance.Juliet has an MBA from the University of Cape Town and a science degree from the University of Nebraska. She lives in Cape Town where she is an avid theatregoer and sports lover.Connect on Social Media:Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61572702340283Website: www.julietprowse.com

Why do some sales professionals consistently outperform everyone else? The answer often boils down to two things: leveraging what makes them unique and relentless self-investment. In a powerful discussion with Sales POP! host John Golden, sales executive and coach Patrick Engasser detailed how he turned perceived challenges into his most significant competitive advantages. His blindness and guide dog, Elvis, became instant, memorable conversation starters.  

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Ep 601: Dylan and Elvis are back for another brand-new special episode! The boys recap the Thursday Night Game as the Falcons knock off the Bucs. Dylan and Elvis will preview and break down every game for week 15 in the NFL and give out their favorite picks and props. The boys will also preview the historical game between Army and Navy. Also, Elvis will take a look at the NBA slate for this weekend and give out his favorite bets. So, please make sure you guys hit that like button, subscribe, rate, leave a review and comment below who you'll betting on this weekend!Watch on youtube: https://www.youtube.com/live/cSH4toSawZ0?si=tzJcE0bQqnpnVFmV Listen to the full Podcast: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-dream-wager/id1550381287Props.CashUse code DREAM25 for 25% off your first month's subscription. RATE AND REVIEW THE SHOW ON iTUNES & AUDIO PLATFORMS!#Sports #Podcast #TheDreamWager #NFL #NBA #CollegeFootball #SportsBetting #NFLPicks #CollegeFootballPicks #NBAPicks Follow The Dream Wager on X@thedreamwager  Follow The Dream Wager on Instagram@thedreamwagerFollow the boys on X Dylan: @rockk24  Elvis: @e_thedreamwager

Some years ago, when Jonathan Krane was producing my films and married to the Oscar nominated actress Sally Kellerman - who was Luana Anders closest pal on the planet - my wife and I had a Christmas dinner at Sally and Jonathan's home. Frank Gehry was there - by himself, so my wife and I, both children of architects sat down to have a lively conversation about everything under the sun. So the other day, after Frank passed, I had the "feeling" or awareness that he was willing to join our podcast - mainly because we've interviewed so many pals of his. Frank was in "group therapy" with Sydney Pollack, Sally, Jonathan, Luana - Blake Edwards, Dudley Moore and others... Milton Wexler was the renowned psychotherapist who ran the group, and remained a famous therapist until the end of his life. But because I knew Sally was in the group - I made that the "bell ringer" for myself - if I asked to speak to Frank and Sally showed up ("Hot Lips" in the original MASH) I knew it was him. And that's what happens in the podcast. Frank stops by to talk about his journey - and I was startled to see that his favorite building was the home of Norton Simon - which I didn't know he designed when I went to Sally and Jonathan's wedding at the palatial estate. But there you have it - I don't even know if Jennifer said "Venice" and I heard "Malibu" - I'll have to check the tape, but that's where my mind went. And yes, Jennifer Jones did offer to have our wedding at her home - but we didn't go that path.  Funny to remember it now and in this fashion. It's another mind bending podcast and serves as a reminder; they aren't gone; they're just not here. Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas and for folks like Frank who are Jewish; Happy Hannukah!

Miracle On Route 34: Part 1 Ginny gets a wonderful Christmas surprise. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Author's Notes: Someone asked me to write a funny and erotic Christmas tale, but since I can't be normal, it is taking on a radical twist that I hope people will find amusing. I've tried to make Santa awesome but also give him some flaws that the ladies will find both charming and irksome all at once. I wasn't going to call it anything lame like 'Here Cums Santa Claus' (in spite of my love of Elvis) so I eventually settled on ripping off a classic and beloved Christmas movie, naming it 'Miracle On Rural Road 34'. Couldn't help myself with the 'Yes, Virginia' quip, of course. As for Superman, Oatmeal and the Easter Bunny, well, get used to more groaners like that, because I like them. Merry ho-ho and keep your stick on the ice! , Management Chapter 1. Ginny Hale sighed forlornly as she sat on her chesterfield in the dim room, the only light provided by the crackling fireplace and some scented candles spread around to make the house smell like gingerbread. She'd made gingerbread cookies earlier, but they were predictably burnt and now her kitchen smelled like a Christmas elf's ass. She took another sip of red wine from her oversized glass, unable to decide who or what to be mad at, the weather, for bringing this god-awful blizzard on Christmas Eve, her so-called friends for ditching her after she'd gone to all this work to put together a nice party, or herself for going crazy and buying this (admittedly nice) chateau way out here in the boondocks. Still relatively new to her negotiator position, Ginny had landed a huge deal for the company she worked for and the payout bonus was one of the biggest ever seen in-house. Though she had an office, she had often worked from her cramped apartment downtown, where a glorious chaos only she understood reigned. But the payout had been large enough for her to purchase a very pretty home in the country, not more than ninety minutes from work. Her boss was so pleased with the deal that he said she only had to come in once a week, to pick up whatever she needed to work on. It had seemed like a great idea at the time, but now she found she was quite lonely. Few people were will to put forth the effort to come out and visit her. In fact, only three had since the summer when she bought it. Hell, even her boy-toy, Chad from Accounting, could not be bothered and was now just fucking Lily in the secretary pool instead. Bing Crosby was singing 'White Christmas' to her while she moped. The big bay windows to her back porch showed the fury of the storm outside. Driving snow had been battering the countryside for two days now and her boss had called her to just stay safe and not try to come into the city. He was a nice old man and she liked him. He'd actually taken a chance and given her the job, after she'd fucked him. She hadn't invited him to her little soiree, because his miserable old bat of a wife was hovering around him constantly these days, certain he'd been tipping on her. But even without Old Man Reese, she'd invited upward of twenty people and none of them had shown. Not even Claire, her best supposed friend, had made it out. She was probably too busy being pinned and screwed by her boyfriend anyway, Guido or Nunzio or whatever his name was. Dean Martin came on, singing 'Marshmallow World'. Normally this was one of her favorites, but tonight it just reminded her that she was alone for Christmas. Again. With another sigh, she drank the rest of the wine in her glass and reached for the bottle, turning it over. It was empty. Damn. She'd have to open another one. She walked slowly into the kitchen, wearing her ratty old fox-themed footie pajamas, having decided that if she didn't have to dress up for anyone, she was dressing at all. She took a deep drink of spiked egg nog from the jug of it she'd prepared while she found another bottle of zinfandel and burped very loudly. She wrestled the cork off of the bottle and poured most of the contents into her oversized glass, muttering that she didn't have to answer to anyone about what she did, she was a big girl. She slumped back down on the couch while John Lennon asked her what she'd done for Christmas from the stereo system. "Up yours, John;" she said testily as she drank more wine. She stood unsteadily, blinking for a moment to try and clear her head. She might have had a bit of a wine fog going on, since she'd nearly polished off two bottles of Old Vine Zinfandel in under two hours. Convincing herself that walking was not a bad idea, she tottered over to the bay windows, reaching a hand out in front of herself to make sure it encountered the glass before her face did. "Will you look at that shit out there;" she muttered to no one in particular. After all, there was no one around to hear her. Well, almost no one. "Hi, Oatmeal," she said sweetly, grinning lopsidedly at the bearded dragon that sat in a terrarium near the bay doors. "Looks like you're my Christmas date; again;" The tiny lizard said nothing but assumed a darker shade of purplish brown. "Same to you too, bugface." Ginny muttered sourly, annoyed at being spurned by a reptile with a brain smaller than a sugared peanut. She lumbered back to the kitchen, trying unsuccessfully to eat several pieces of the Turkish Delight she'd tried to make, but they were sticky and runny, most of the reddish-pink mess ending up stuck to the front of her pajamas. "Son of a fucking reindeer!" she spat, attempting to remove the pajamas, her sticky fingers having trouble with the zipper. She finally kicked the thing off and left it in a corner of the kitchen, now wearing nothing except her panties and a halter top. She stomped back into the spacious living room, thoroughly annoyed. While the music played, she looked around for something to do, taking another pull from the egg nog jug she'd brought with her. The hot tub. It sat near the bay windows, set into the floor and was large enough for five or six people. She'd been hoping that maybe a few people of the dozens she'd invited would show and maybe they could have a fun pool party. She'd even told everyone in the invitations to bring their swimsuits. But of course, no one showed. She was beginning to suspect she could live in Buckingham Fucking Palace and still no one would come to see her. This was, literally, the fifth Christmas she'd spent by herself. The timing for friends never worked out and her parents were always off in Monaco or some such place, avoiding the weather. Her mom had already called earlier that night, so she wouldn't hear any more from them for a few days now. She sighed yet again and pulled off her underthings, stepping into the water. She was drunker than she wanted to admit, though, missing her footing, squealing and tumbling into the tub with a splash. Ginny came to the surface, sputtering and hissing in outrage. Why couldn't anything work out? Oatmeal just stared at her impassively. "You win this time, gravity;" she growled, displeased with her inelegant entrance. Well, at least she'd been smart enough to put down the jug of nog before trying to get in. She turned on the jets and retrieved her beverage, taking another big pull as the tub rumbled to life. Ginny laid back her head against one of the padded rests and tried to relax, to let her frustrations go. She turned on the jets and allowed one to massage her lower back while sipping at a glass of wine. She tried to put the frustrations of the holiday behind her, to let go of the feelings of rejection and somehow not belonging. "Why did I but this new fucking home if no one was interested in visiting? Everyone said they thought it was so great, but months later, still no visitors. Do I really not matter that much?" It annoyed her to think not only that she was alone, but that doubtless most of the people who had ditched her were at home getting laid. Claire was doubtless face down and ass up on her bed, getting plowed from behind by Guido. Even Mr. Reese, the old geezer, was probably getting some, either from his wife or maybe one of his secretaries. She sighed heavily and sat up, putting her now-empty wine glass aside and deciding that just because she was alone on Christmas Eve didn't mean she wasn't owed at least one good orgasm. She leaned forward and rested her forearms on the padded edge of the hot tub, positioning herself so that one of her jets, the one she'd named 'Juan', was right behind her. She felt the flow of water begin to caress her and she rested her head on her forearms as she wiggled further back, feeling the jet more strongly now as it pushed against her ass and her cunt. With a sigh, she found the perfect distance and pressed her face down into her arms, letting Juan work his magic. Water pressure massaged her cunt lips, strong enough to part them and to tease her clit, sending thrills through her. She shuddered and sighed loudly, forgetting, for now, how much men sucked. She bit the knuckle of her index finger, lost in reverie. God, if only it were a man fucking her. "Alone; on fucking Christmas; where's, ah!, where's the justice in that?" She was sweating now and panting as the relentless jets battered her nether tinglies, the sensations overwhelming her steadily. She clenched her teeth and her fists, straining as she fought to hold on a little longer. She moaned very loudly, her whole body shaking as Juan delivered a wonderful orgasm. She panted and groaned shamelessly, knowing that no one was around to see her in her pent-up, frustrated lust, expending it on her Jacuzzi jets. The scintillating lights behind her eyes, however, were over all too quickly and the climax subsided, replaced by a juddering sensitivity that made Juan's caress too much to bear. She collapsed against the edge of the hot tub, moving her ass away from the jet. "Alone; again;" She may have needed the orgasm, but it did nothing to improve her mood. It didn't help that the song 'This Christmas' by Shoes had begun playing as the cumming ended. When it finally felt like her legs would work again, she turned around and slumped into a corner of the tub, as far from Juan as possible. Ginny stayed still for some time, until her feet and fingers felt that annoying level of pruny that made everything awful to touch. With the heat of the water and all the alcohol she'd drunk, she was feeling rather light-headed, so she turned off the stereo and shut off the lights. She found a plate of her fucked-up and burnt gingerbread cookies and left them on a table near the fireplace along with the jug of nog before beginning to head upstairs to bed. "Yeah. Fuck this day. And fuck tomorrow too. Maybe if I stay drunk enough it'll just fly by. Fuck Christmas." The second floor was an open space in the middle, looking down onto the main floor. A set of stairs led up on either side and the bedrooms were spaced around the gallery. She'd loved the design when she bought it, but this only increased her frustration when no one ever came to visit. "Gorgeous fucking house; ten acres of beautiful nature filled with deer and ugly-ass wild turkeys; a fucking pond people could skate on; shit, I even found a patch of landrace back there! What's not to love about my new home? Why aren't people shitting themselves in jealousy?" She reached the master bedroom, sighing at how big it felt since she had no one to share it with. She stood in front of the mirror, looking at her naked body and sighing. She was trim and fit, with nicely-sized boobs, she kept her cunt shaved smooth and her full lips were simply made to suck cock. Her skin was fair and even and her dark brown hair was long enough to pull on if you were fucking her ass or taking her from behind. So what the hell was wrong? The bed was certainly big enough for two (or maybe her and two guys who didn't mind getting close), but she plunked herself down into it and stared at the ceiling, waiting for the room to stop drunk-spinning. It took longer than she wanted it to, but things finally slowed down an she breathed deeply. She reached over with her hand and fumbled around inside the drawer of the nightstand. She finally withdrew an elegant glass dildo, a barely opaque white with bright red stripes curling around it to simulate a candy cane. It had been a Christmas gift from Claire, who had jokingly given it to her until she found a man for herself. That bitch. "Well, Frosty," she sighed, examining him. "Looks like it's you and me tomorrow. I promise to not get out of bed except to go to the bathroom or get more booze, okay? Because I'm here for you;" And with that she kissed the dildo and put it aside. She turned out her lamp and sighed deeply as she lay in the dark, waiting for sleep to take her. "Fuck Christmas;" A noise from downstairs. Her eyes snapped open. She was sure she'd heard something. Her heart pounded in her chest. She took deep breaths to try and calm herself, reasoning that she'd been drunk and it might just be hangover noises. Maybe just something like branches scraping on the roof or across the walls? Ginny felt a flush of anger and slowly rose, getting out of bed and putting on a plush yellow robe. There were definitely sounds downstairs. She grabbed her rape whistle and her high-school field hockey stick off the wall before quietly opening the door and proceeding out of the room. Her cheeks flushed with fear and anger. How dare someone invade her house? And in this fucking weather! "Burglars? Ruffians? Escaped cons?" "Well, at least if they see you they might have their way with you and break your dry spell." She shook the vile notion from her head, wondering where the hell that'd come from. Could she be that desperate to get laid? Ginny walked as quietly as she could, hearing noises on the roof. Raccoons? Looking to get in from the cold? Fucking trash pandas. She rounded the corner of the gallery and put her foot on the top step, her hockey stick ready. She crept down the stairs, still hearing the noises. They seemed to be coming from her living room. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to identify anything that might be amiss. Then she saw him, a symphony of red trimmed in white, the huge ass swaying back and forth as the intruder was bent over her at the base of her Christmas tree, doing God only knows what to it. He seemed to be humming to himself. She walked up silently until she was maybe ten feet away from him, her hockey stick over her shoulder, ready to swing. He didn't hear her or took no notice of her. "I don't want to hurt you," she growled through clenched teeth. "But you'd best get the fuck out of my house or I'll hit you so hard Google won't be able to find you." The person in red paused in their activities and then stood up slowly. After another moment's pause, they stood up and turned around slowly. He was slightly taller than average and quite a bit fatter than societal norms allowed. He had a fat face with dancing blue eyes and red cheeks. Beneath the tapered red hat was long, silvery-white hair and a very full beard and moustache. The intruder looked at her and grinned. "Shouldn't you be in bed?" he asked with a voice that could only be described as jolly. Ginny said nothing. She seemed to be rooted to the spot. She wanted to say something, anything, but she seemed to have been robbed of the power of speech. "W, who;" she finally managed to stammer. "Yes, Virginia," the visitor said quietly but pleasantly in a soothing voice. "There really is a Santa Claus." She blinked and shook her head, trying to articulate a coherent thought. The big man in red chuckled, clearly amused by her predicament. "Your egg nog was very good," he mentioned as he walked forward a little. "Your cookies needed a little work, but I appreciate the effort. Maybe a cookbook next year?" "Stay still!" she snapped, suddenly coming out of her stupor and holding the hockey stick behind her head as if she was winding up for a hit. "I'll deck you, old man!" "Oh, there's no need for that," he said cheerfully, totally unconcerned by her threat. "It's been a rough year for you, hasn't it, Ginny?" "Why do you know my name?" she asked, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Of course I know it," the man claiming to be Santa said jovially. "I'd be pretty lousy at my job if I didn't, right?" "If you're really Santa," she said tightly, still not understanding why she hadn't knocked this guy's head off his shoulders yet. "Then what was I doing the night of October seventeenth last year?" He tilted his head to the side a little and pursed his lips. "Are you sure?" "C'mon, you haven't got all day." "Very well," he said, sighing. "You were sitting in McPhearson's Pub, waiting vainly for Greg from IT to show up, because you'd given him a blowjob in the bathroom earlier that day and promised him more. But he went off with Becky from Accounts that night instead of meeting up with you." She blushed furiously at the memory. "I; that wasn't the day I meant! I meant the sixteenth!" He shrugged. "You had the day off and were really frustrated. You slid a condom over that very field hockey stick and used it on yourself, just to see what it was like." Ginny dropped the stick very suddenly. "How the hell do you know that, you perv?" The man shrugged. "I know all about you, Ginny. And every other boy and girl in the world" "Don't give me that horseshit!" she hissed, glaring at him. "I had too many Christmases where I didn't get what I want to buy into that cockamamie story!" "Well, you weren't exactly the most exemplary child, were you?" he reasoned. "I mean, you weren't horrible, it's not like you were out kicking puppies into woodchippers, but you spent more time in the naughty column that the good column, didn't you?" "What did I ever do that was so naughty?" she demanded hotly, her fists bunched up at her sides. "You and your brother could get rather friendly, couldn't you?" the man calling himself Santa pointed out. She faltered for a moment. "Lots of siblings play doctor. And those atomic booty bombs where I kept jumping in the air and landing on him were just playful." "While naked?" Santa asked, raising a bushy white eyebrow. Ginny blushed. "But that wasn't what landed you on the naughty list," he added. "What got you blacklisted was that you lied about doing your homework or cleaning your room while you were messing around with your brother. Your mom and dad would ask you to do your math and you'd slip away to play doctor instead and tell them you'd finished your homework after. Lying is naughty, right?" "Woah, hold the phone here," she said loudly, holding her head as if she was suddenly dizzy from a revelation. She didn't seem to notice that her robe had opened slightly, exposing her cleavage. "Are you fucking kidding me? Fibbing to my parents kept me from getting the gifts I wanted?" "Were the rules unclear?" Santa asked. "I thought the songs on the subject were so easy to follow." Ginny pinched her eyes in exasperation and then scowled at him. "I'm drunk," she concluded, trying to convince herself none of this was real. "I'm drunker than Sarah Palin and you're not really here. I'm still in bed and this is all bullshit." Santa shrugged. "I was putting stuff under your tree until you arrived and enjoying the nog. I won't mind if you go back to bed." "No, you're not getting off that easily," she said in annoyance. "You broke into my house in the middle of the storm of the fucking century and I want answers, dammit!" He shrugged. "Fair enough. Ask away." Her eyes narrowed again. "Aren't you on kind of a time crunch? Unless I'm the last person on your delivery list, don't you still have a shit ton of houses to visit? Say, a few hundred million?" He waved it off. "I've got it covered, I promise. I have all the time in the world for you, Ginny. I always have." "What, so you sub-contract out?" she said snidely. "Got FedEx making the rounds for you? Or maybe your 'Elves'?" She mentioned the last bit with air quotes. "Goodness, this has been a bad year for you, hasn't it?" he said sympathetically. "But to answer your question, I am capable of being many places at once." "Oh, so now you're the Kwizatz-Haderach?" she asked archly. "Hey, it's not just cinnamon I put in my Christmas cider." Santa chuckled. "It's rather complicated to explain." "So do you, like, clone yourself?" she asked, her guard seeming to slowly come down. "No, not at all," he said, shaking his head. "It involves Cherenkov Radiation, a Holmes field, a Gellar field and, to quote a friend of mine, 'a lot of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey; stuff.'" "So it's some sort of deep quantum shit?" she asked, her body finally relaxing. He nodded, smiling. "Yes, it's very temporal and quantum. I can be many places at once. It's why I don't have to pay for billions in window repairs every year by going supersonic around the world." "So even while you're talking to me, you're delivering presents?" she asked, the sheer depth of the conversation hitting her now. She walked over to a stool and sat on it. "Like I said, it's difficult to explain without breaking out the chalkboard and calculator," he answered. "The magnetic lines between the poles help, especially the one that emanates from the Fortress of Solitude." Ginny blinked. "Fortress of Solitude? As in Superman? You're friends with Superman?" "Of course not!" the jolly man laughed. "There's no such thing as Superman, silly, he's a comic book character. Had you going, though." "Holy shit, Santa's a troll," she exclaimed, looking at him in bewilderment. "Well, okay, let's assume that this is all real and not a vivid hallucination resulting from a brain tumor. If I've been such a brat all these years, how do I make up for it? How do I get off the naughty girl list?" "Well, a little restraint would be a start," Santa suggested. "I'm not saying go out and become a Carthusian nun or a Buddhist priestess or anything, but you might try laying off the rampant promiscuity." "Why is that so bad?" she demanded. "What's so wrong with wanting to get banged?" "Nothing," he said simply. "But inevitably you get yourself into some kind of weird situation and end up lying your behind off and lying is a naughty thing to do. So try keeping your legs bolted together a little more." "Really;" she said, clearly not impressed. "Celibacy lessons from Santa Claus. Now I've heard everything." "According to my report here and speaking frankly, it's taken guys a lot less attractive than me a lot less effort to get you out of your clothes." Santa mentioned. "This coming from a guy who could clearly use a few P90-X sessions!" she shot back hotly, standing up, her robe opening further as she stomped toward him. He looked down at himself for a moment and guffawed. "Oh, right, I keep forgetting about that; hang on;" The man held his hands out to his sides and began to glow. The luminous display lit up the room progressively and Ginny held her hand in front of her face when it became too bright to look at for several seconds. When the light finally died away, leaving them once again in the softly lit living room, Ginny gaped in shock at what she saw. He was tall, powerfully built, with chiseled muscles, an eight pack and flawless, healthy skin. He'd removed his coat but the red pants remained, stretched tight over muscular thighs. Long, wavy, copper-colored hair fell past his shoulders and the full beard was reddish-gold. The sapphire-blue eyes stared down at her, still glittering with mirth. "Holy Jesus on a pogo stick;" she breathed, her voice little more than a whisper. "You're a total lumbersexual;" "This is what I really look like," he said, spreading his hands out to the sides and showing her his body. His chest rippled as the muscles flexed with the motion. "But kids react to the fat old man disguise better." "I'll bet mothers don't," she murmured, coming forward as if compelled and reaching out to touch his chest and washboard abs. "It's like you're Photo-shopped." He smiled as her hands caressed his abs. "You make me want to not get off the naughty list." "I think I know what you really want for Christmas;" he said slyly. Ginny paused and looked up at him in disbelief. "Are you kidding?" "No, I can't lie." the man in red pants replied. "I thought it was Superman who couldn't lie." "Well, the writers had to get that idea from somewhere, I guess." Santa mused. "In any event, if you want, you could end up on the good girl list by being rather naughty." She stared at him. "So; get laid by Santa for Christmas?" He shrugged. "There might be some other goodies in the bag for you, but I think we both know what Ginny really wants and needs for Christmas." "This is crazy, this is crazy, this is crazy!" she thought to herself, wrestling with her sensibilities. "If this is all just a dream, then I can fuck hunky Santa and have no regrets. If this is real, I can fuck sexy Santa and remember it in the morning! It's win-win!" "Well, this is super-easy," she declared. "Santa, I want you to fuck my brains out for Christmas." "With pleasure, Ginny!" he said, laughing merrily. "Whatever you like, however you want it. I have to keep the kiddies happy." "Good, but just don't say 'kiddies' anymore, because that's kinda creepy," she said, throwing her caution to the wind. She knelt down in front of him, putting her hands on the oversized silver belt buckle and undoing it. Letting it drop, she put her fingers on the front of his pants, caressing them over the crotch. Her mouth went dry. "That'd better not be a secondary present sack you're teasing me with;" Ginny hooked her fingers into the top of the velvety pants and pulled them down, revealing his cock. She drew in her breath slowly, her eyes widening. "Jesus," she muttered. "You're hung like a fat kid's Christmas stocking;" "Thanks, I make due." Santa said cheerfully, watching her admire his cock. "By the way, shouldn't I call you something else?" she asked, looking up at him while her hand reached up to take his huge shaft, wrapping around it, barely. "I mean, most people call you Santa Claus, but isn't your name Nick or Kris or something?" He shrugged again, grinning. "Nick, Kris, Klaus, Pelznickel, Joulupukki, Kanakaloka, Dun Che Lao Ren, Weihnachtsmann, Swiety Mikolaj, Hoteiosho, Jultomten, I don't mind, Ginny. I just like hearing you say my name the way you think of me." "Hmm, Santa;" she replied, smiling as she stroked her hand along his shaft, eyeing it hungrily. How the hell was she going to fit that all in her mouth, forget her aching cunt? "Ah, don't use that word," he chided, holding up a finger. "Some words are still naughty, even when you're an adult." "Stay out of my mind then, creeper." Ginny said as she leaned forward and swirled her tongue around the fat head of his cock. She flicked it around the tip and then slowly took it inside her mouth, tongue rolling against it. "The hell? How can his cock taste like mint?" "Just wait til you taste my cum." Santa said, leering. "Fine, but it better not taste like turkey gravy or we're gonna box." Ginny said as she pulled her mouth back for a moment. She pumped her hand gently along the shaft, studying her quarry intently. It was definitely the biggest cock she'd ever taken on, and the best-tasting. She'd been experiencing trippy magic all evening, maybe she could fit this monster in her mouth this one night; She put the head back in her mouth and relaxed, slowly pushing down the shaft. She moaned as she felt him slide to the back of her mouth and then to her throat. She felt him tremble and lay a huge but gentle hand on the back of her head. "Holy shit; I'm deep-throating Santa Claus;" Ginny took a deep breath through her nose and then tried to relax. Her whole body was tingling with excitement and the whole minty cock thing was throwing her off. Her tongue undulated along the underside of his shaft while the fingers of one hand formed a ring around the base of his cock and the other cupped his balls, fondling them. Ginny was proud of her cocksucking skills and if there was anyone she ever needed to impress with them (aside from her 11th Grade math teacher), it was probably Santa. She calmed herself and began pulling her mouth back along his length, humming and letting her lips vibrate softly on his sensitive skin. "Now I know why Mister Bondi gave you that A in math," Santa chuckled. "You're a very naughty girl, Virginia." "Hmm, only for you, Santa baby;" she cooed as she pulled her mouth off his cock long enough to respond, stroking slowly and swirling her tongue around the head again. She then slid back down the entire length, moaning in pleasure. She could feel her nipples getting hard and her cunt was very, very wet beneath her robe. Both his hands were on the back of her head now and holding her gently but firmly. She began to slowly bob back and forth, thrilled at how she was able to take this enormous beast of a cock all the way in her mouth. Sure, maybe there was some weird physics involved that compressed space and time or some shit, but she didn't care and he certainly didn't seem to mind. "Hmm, very good, Virginia;" he said softly, stroking her hair. No one ever called her Virginia and she didn't know why it gave her a tingle when he did. His cock was very full and very hard now, like a pulsing iron rod covered in mint-flavored velvet. She almost giggled at the thought of how crazy this all was. She really hoped it wasn't a dream. Her thumb began to squeeze along the underside of his cock as her hand followed her mouth up and down his length. The shaft glistened wetly and the mint was making her drool. She undid her robe and let it fall away, the air of the room kissing her flushed skin. Her hands now took hold of his powerful thighs and she began moving back and forth along his cock more quickly. She could feel his hands flexing in her long, dark hair, caressing her skin. Breathing through her nose, she moaned as she sucked ardently, her cunt almost aching with desire. She was hoping he would last long enough to fuck her when he went rigid suddenly and groaned, gripping her head tightly and his hips shuddering. Ginny's eyes widened as she felt him began to cum inside her mouth, spurting strongly. She began swallowing hastily, almost in a panic as Santa pumped his hips against her face. "Holy shit! Fucking eggnog?" He kept cumming and she was sure she might actually drown when he pulled his huge cock out of her mouth and pumped it furiously in his hand, spattering her tits and stomach with his glistening load. She'd never seen so much cum in her life. It tingled on her skin. Finally, Santa relaxed, allowing Ginny to put her mouth back around his cock and suck the rest of his cum from him. He was sighing and breathing rather heavily, apparently having enjoyed himself. She eventually released him and smiled up at him wickedly. "So," she cooed, winking while she gently pumped his cock with her hand. "Am I back on the good girl list?" "Oh, I'd think so," he said, grinned. "But it's not like I've given you your whole present yet." "Jeez, you can still go?" she asked almost in disbelief but also delighted. She really needed to be fucked hard now. "Your cock taste like mint, your cum tastes like nog, your ass probably tastes like hot cocoa or nutmeg and you can keep it up all night?" "Up all night is kind of my thing, at least once a year." Santa said cheerfully. "So how would you like for me to give you the rest of your present, Virginia?" "Well, golly, Santa," she mused, making a show of thinking while she stroked his cock. "Since you seem to be the gift that keeps on giving, how about we just wing it?" He nodded and she stood up, keeping hold of his cock and gently led him over to the large chesterfield, hoping it would hold his rather muscular frame. She knelt on it, resting her arms along the raised back and smiled at him, wiggling her behind. She wouldn't believe how wet her cunt was. "You gonna hurry down my chimney, Santa-baby?" she asked, smiling slyly. "I can't believe you just said that!" he laughed jovially. He may not have been older, fatter Santa, but the laugh still definitely suited him. He stepped up behind her and took gentle hold of her hips. She could feel him press against her ass and she shivered in anticipation. He slid his massive cock up and down between her ass cheeks, teasing her until she was writhing in desperation. He seemed to know instinctively what she loved most. Which only made sense, since he was Santa. "Ready, Virginia?" he asked as he pressed the huge mushroom head against her sticky cunt. She nodded eagerly, unwilling to speak. He slid the head in, parting her lips and penetrating her. She groaned loudly as he began to stretch her inner walls. With a slow, steady push of his hips, he pushed the entire length of his cock deep inside her. It robbed her of her breath, she'd never felt so full in her life, even that one time she'd been so horny she'd fucked her parent's bedpost. "Ah; uh;" she gasped, eyes wide. The sensations were like nothing she'd ever experienced. His cock completely filled her to a delightful stretch that didn't hurt except in the good way. His iron shaft throbbed in time with her heartbeat. It was wonderfully warm but also strangely cool all at once, tingling, like mint again. How the hell could her cunt taste peppermint? "Language, Virginia;" he chided again as he pressed in just a little bit further. By right his cockhead should have bruising her brainstem, but there was no doubt some weird physics shit involved that she decided not to think about. She was getting fucked by Santa, after all. She pressed her forehead against the back of the couch and tried squeezing her cunt around his titan cock or pressing back against him, squirming her ass against his hips. She shuddered in delight, loving how he felt inside her. His hands reached under her body and squeezed and massaged her tits, sending delicious thrills through her. He began to move slowly back and forth, pulling back until just the tip was inside her and pushing in steadily, almost robbing her of breath. She began to feel like a blacksmith's bellows very quickly. The feel of his cock sliding inside her, stretching her and touching deep inside in ways she hadn't known were possible; "Oh my god;" she gasped, fingers digging into the back of the couch. "You're tearing me apart and I love it;" "Only the best for my Virginia," he said, his ruddy cheeks taking on a flush tone as he fucked her. Her fingers squeezed the meat of her thighs and hips or flexed on her ass cheeks. His heavy balls slapped against her cunt as he drove inside her. Strong yet gentle, forceful and commanding yet accommodating. She felt dominated yet exalted somehow. His hand wrapped in her hair and she groaned loudly as he pulled on it, craning her neck. She shuddered in pleasure, feeling her spine almost accordion as he thrust inside while pulling her head back. Her could feel the pulse of his cock through her whole body. Her nails scratched along the couch, almost clawing it. "Uh, you're gonna make me cum so fucking hard;" she wailed, feeling the sweat forming on her skin. "Oh my gawd;" "You're going to make me cum hard too," he panted, thrusting deep inside, thumping his hips against her ass. "You feel wonderful and tight, Virginia;" "Oh, God, he's gonna cum in me;" she realized. "Santa's gonna fucking cum in me and he's not wearing anything! Will my birth control work? Shit, will my kids always smell like mint?" "Oh, God, cum in me!" she panted, thrusting herself back against him and grinding shamelessly. "Fucking cum in me, Santa!" "Ya want me to cum in you?" he hissed, his body beginning to tremble. It felt like his cock was getting bigger inside her. "Want my cum in you?" "God, yes!" Ginny squeaked, clenching her teeth. "Fucking cum in me and make me scream!" They strained against one another desperately and then she cried out as a massive orgasm crashed over her. It battered her senses as she felt his hot-yet-tingly-cool cum bathing her insides relentlessly. Her cunt was making greedy sucking sounds as she came, her whole body shuddering almost uncontrollably. She squeezed and clenched and rippled her tight tunnel round him, reveling in the way he stretched and penetrated her ever more deeply. She collapsed against the chesterfield, panting heavily, her body drenched in sweat. His massive, hard cock was still deep inside her, pinning her to him. She felt like she was made of lead, an exquisite exhaustion while pleasure crawled over her languidly. That was beyond anything she had ever experienced. But he didn't seem to be done with her. His powerful hands took hold of Ginny and turned her around so she was squatting on the couch, her knees spread wide and her arms slung across the high back. She looked up at him in weary astonishment as he nestled himself between her legs and pressed his cock against her sopping cunt again. "Ah!" she wailed as he slid deep inside her again, his huge cock splitting her wide. Her nails dug into the couch again and she clenched her teeth as she sucked in her breath. Ginny tried to regulate her breathing while Santa began sliding in and out slowly, looking down at her with those penetrating blue eyes. "Jesus," she grunted, feeling almost like a rag doll in his hands, which gripped her hips. "Gonna fucking kill me with that thing!" "Oh, let's hope not," he replied, thrusting into her strongly. "I'm nowhere near done with you." She gazed up at him, trembling as he fucked her good and hard. She bit her lip as he squeezed her thighs, before moving his hands up to squeeze her tits, pinching her nipples. She groaned shamelessly as the delicious sting electrified her senses. She tried to squeeze herself around him, baffled by how big he felt inside her. She gasped and whimpered as he slapped her cunt lightly. She reached forward and raked her nails over his powerful chest, leaving red marks along the defined muscles. She ground her hips against him wantonly, thrilling to the look of pleasure on this face. "Uh, fuckin' wreck me;" she gasped, feeling another massive climax building inside her. "Make me cum on that beautiful cock, Santa!" "I'll take 'Things Virginia Never Thought She'd Ever Hear Herself Say' for a thousand, Alex!" he laughed. He reached down and took her ass her hands and pulled her closer, smiling warmly yet wickedly into her eyes as she sank further onto his cock, which penetrated her to the deepest depths yet. She could feel the head pressing against her womb. It didn't hurt, but she felt fuller and more stretched than ever. She felt him squeeze her ass cheeks while he thrust into her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held on tight, bumping up and down on his powerful thighs. She moaned loudly and bit his shoulder, trying not to shriek. She tried to squeeze herself around him again, finding that she could barely control her muscles, let alone fuck. She bit down as the warmth spread through her, tears of pleasure in her eyes. He thumped his hips against her even more strongly and they strained against one another. Then he growled and released himself, pumping her once again full of his tingling cum. She shuddered and cried out loudly, her head spinning from the unreal ecstasy. Crushing herself to him, Ginny held on desperately, like a ship battered by an unrelenting storm. They both slumped onto the couch, breathing heavily. She felt small and almost cocooned in his embrace. She was covered in a heavy sheen of sweat and could feel the thrilling tingle of his cum trickling out of her cunt. It wouldn't be a stain on her couch, it was a mark of honor. Their hearts pounded in rhythm as the orgasm passed over them and slowly flowed away. "Holy shit;" she whispered, her body still limp in his arms. "I think you've ruined me for sex. I should be mad;" "You have to admit, it makes sense that I'm better at gift-giving than anyone else on the planet." Santa reasoned, smiling and stroking her hair while she sat in his lap. "I'd say you were a little pent up there." "Mild understatement," she moaned, finally raising her head and smiling up at him. "Thank you, first of all. That was the best thing I've ever felt in my life." "I aim to please," he said cheerfully, caressing his thumb across her cheek and enjoying the shining look in her eyes. "Kinda my thing, after all." "So," Ginny purred, walking to fingers up his broad chest. "Is there a Mrs. Claus?" He shrugged. "There has been, of course." She paused suddenly and looked up at him, her smile replaced by a deadpan look. "What do you mean, there has been?" He seemed somewhat confused by her change in demeanor. "Well, there has been a few in the past, of course, there was Seeki first, then there was Ahoop, followed by Annalina, then Layla, Martha, Juliana, Gretchen and Jessica, Santarina, Kasey, Mary;" "I see," she said stonily. "You've had more wives than Elizabeth Taylor had husbands." "Well, to be fair, they've been spread over a long period of time." Santa replied. "And they were all special to me." "So then I'm not special." Ginny said flatly. "Well of course you are," he said, not understanding her mood swing. "You're my Virginia." "And Becky down the street is your Becky, and Sarah in the blue house is your Sarah and Hilda in Dusseldorf is your Hilda," she concluded. "Everyone's equally special to you, aren't they?" He didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry, I'm not being fair," she sighed. "I just; well, I thought maybe this; ya know, tonight, was truly special. And clearly you're not good at lying." "Well, no, not at all." Santa agreed, still holding her and wondering how he could comfort her. "I can't lie." "Like, literally can't?" she asked, now curious more than anything. "It's part of your genetic makeup that you can't lie?" "No, nothing like that," he admitted. "But after spending centuries with kids and teaching them to always tell the truth, I haven't tried telling a lie in so long I don't even know how to do it." "You don't know how to lie?" she mused. "If I did, it wouldn't be the least bit believable," he said. "Like, if I said right now that your breath smells wonderful and not like old eggnog and vomit, I somehow doubt you'd believe my lie." "No shit," Ginny replied, giving him a stony look. "You're a horrible liar. You've got the subtlety of a cement truck. Good thing you're Santa and don't have to date to charm a girl." He held her close, hugging her tight to comfort her. She sighed deeply, still impaled on his hard cock, which showed no sign of abating. "God, I can't believe you've still got wood after cumming like a fire hydrant three times," she said, her mood softening. She was having the best sex of her life, she reminded herself not to ruin it by being crazy. "How long can you keep going?" He shrugged his muscular shoulders. "How long do you need me to?" "Actually, it doesn't surprise me that's your answer." Ginny said, smirking. "If you've got the time, I've got another itch that needs scratching." He grinned. "So you haven't broken in that hot tub yet, have you?" "Oh, Santa;" she purred, leaning in and biting his earlobe. "Like you don't make me wet already." He picked her up and carried her toward the Jacuzzi, deftly turning it on with his foot and bringing it rumbling to life. He stepped down into the churning water, setting her one of the seats. As he stood up, she leaned forward and hungrily took his enormous cock into her mouth, sucking ardently. She moved forward and knelt in the water, her hands on his hips again or stroking his balls. He picked her up bodily and turned her upside. Ginny squeaked in surprise at first but found his hips in front of her and began sucking again on his tool without delay. He buried his face in her cunt, tongue snaking deep inside her and she groaned gutturally, Holding her in place with one powerful hand, her teased her taint and then pressed a finger into her ass. "Jesus!" she gasped, almost choking on his cock as he wormed the finger down into her tight tunnel. "Oh, fuck! Your finger is bigger than some dicks I've fucked!" She attacked his cock again eagerly, bobbing back and forth like her life depended on it. She squirmed in his grip as he lashed her cunt with his tongue and fingered her ass. Her fingernails dug into his thighs and her knees locked around his neck. His cock throbbed in her mouth, still thrilling her with its unique and incredible taste. He turned her around again and paid her on the edge of the hot tub, spreading her legs wide. She looked on wantonly as he pushed his tongue back inside her again. He gripped her thighs to hold her in place and she groaned and squirmed, squeezing her tits and pulling on her nipples. Her breath came in ragged gasps as he drove her to the limit of her sensations. Ginny shook and thrashed as she cried out loudly, cumming on his face. He didn't let up, lapping at her essence eagerly. She lay like a dead thing for several seconds before her chest began to rise and fall. Her eyes opened, gazing back at him. She couldn't feel her limbs, just floating on a tingling ocean of deep colors. Santa looked up at her and smiled, pulling his tongue out of her cunt and kissing her clit gently. She shivered at the touch. "One hole left, Santa," she breathed, her body glistening. "Got any left in you to perfect my Christmas?" "Always for you, Virginia." Santa said warmly, standing and raising her gently into a sitting position. He settled down into the water on one of the seats and then pulled her onto his lap, facing away from him. She moved her hips around until she found his rock-hard cock, waiting for her. She placed her puckered knot against it, giggling as she thought about what he was about to do to her. She took his shaft in her hand and held it steady while she sank down, very slowly. Ginny gasped and shivered as the head pushed aside the tight ring of muscle, popping inside her. Then she sighed as she lowered herself, feeling his massive cock stretching her tight tunnel wide. God, she felt so full it was unreal. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, her ass cheeks pressed to his lap. He was all the way inside her ass and her held her closed as she settled back against him, purring in sensual pleasure. "Umm, it's never felt this good in my ass before," she said softly, her arms reaching back to curl around his neck. She gyrated slowly on his lap, moaning softly. "A gal could get used to this." His muscular arms wrapped around her and caressed Ginny's body, massaging her tits. She loved how she felt pinned to him. She had finally found the measure of her body and began to squeeze her tight ass around his cock. She squirmed in slow circles on his lap, wishing she had some music to fuck him to. Her stereo system suddenly came on and began playing 'It's Cold Outside'. She giggled and squeezed his neck gently at his thoughtfulness. "You think of everything, don't you?" she purred, lost in her pleasure. "I can't wait to make you cum again." He smiled wickedly and pulled gently on her nipples, causing her to groan at the welcome sting. She pressed her ass back into his lap, squeezing again around his throbbing shaft. The water bubbled and churned around her waist, the heat leaving her skin shining. She began to pant as she moved her hips faster, stopping the circular motions and started to move up and down, his cock sliding in and out of her. Santa took hold of her hips and let her bounce on his lap. Ginny leaned forward, gasping as she fondled her tits, overcome with a liquid heat as his cock impaled her faster and faster. Water splashed around them as the fucking took on an almost frantic pace. Ginny had never felt anything in her ass like this before, nothing even close to this good. She could very easily become an addict. "Uh, fuck!" she grunted, slamming her ass down on him while one hand snaked down and began massaging her cunt and clit. His hands steadied her and helped moved her up and down. She could feel his hips trembling beneath her, his fingers flexing and squeezing her skin. Her panting became a long, drawn-out keening. She clenched her teeth, shuddering and straining as she tried to prolong the fucking; Ginny screamed and pushed herself back against his massive chest violently, thrashing as she clenched his cock inside her ass while he came. His cream flooded inside her, the unreal hot-cool tingling transporting her. He growled in her ear, almost crushing her comparatively tiny frame against himself. She collapsed, utterly exhausted, her chest rising and falling as the world spun around her. She felt him holding her gently, caressing her body in unique ways that seemed to; regulate her blood flow and nerve sensations, making the post-orgasmic bliss she was feeling last as long as possible. She felt herself smile and hum at his consideration, understanding this this is who he was and what he was meant to do. Ginny then did something she almost never did during sex, she leaned her head back, pressed her lips to his and kissed him deeply and with great affection. She held it for as long as she could and then sank back into his embrace, sighing in contentment. "Wish you were advertising for a Mrs. Claus at the moment," she said softly. "I could get used to this." "I like things the way they are," he replied, hugging her. "Every year I get to reward you for being a good girl. What could be better than that?" "True, I guess," Ginny agreed. "I'm only human, all this sex could kill me." "Hey, I'm human too, you know," he chuckled. "Just because I'm immeasurably older than you and subject to quantum laws even my smartest elf couldn't explain doesn't mean I'm a member of some other species." "Okay, that's fair, although I'd still fuck you if you were an alien or some extra-dimensional being." Ginny admitted. "You've come in me a lot tonight, daddy. Do I need to” "No," he said cheerfully. "I'm not sterile, but you can't get pregnant unless I decide you will and I've never allowed it." "I wonder what a Santa kid would be like," she mused. "More like you or the mom?" "No idea," he confessed. "There's not exactly a manual, so I've never taken a chance." She slowly leaned forward and began to rise, shivering as she slid off his long cock and it popped out of her. She knelt and turned around to face him, not sure she could stand yet, looking up at his still hard cock and giggled, pressing her finger against the head. "Well, I think you can take him off duty, sir," she said sweetly. "I'm pretty sure that I'm all fucked out for the night, if not the whole season." He chuckled and let his cock soften, looking into her eyes and caressing his cheek. "Hopefully that was what you needed for Christmas." "Definitely, Santa." Ginny said, giggling. "Is it greedy to want the same present again next year?" "Not at all," he replied, grinning. "It cuts down on elf-labor hours if I can give people a gift mysteriously." Santa paused in speaking, going silent and looking around, as if listening for something. Neither of them touched the controls, but the motor for the jets turned off and all that could be heard was the howling roar of the winter storm outside. Ginny looked at him in confusion, wondering why his features hardened and a scowl crossed his normally jovial face. "That's no storm," he said in a low, growling voice. "Not a regular one, anyway." "What does that mean?" she asked, his reaction worrying her for reasons she couldn't readily explain. What the hell was a 'not regular' storm, according to Santa, or anyone else for that matter? He stood up and strode out of the hot tub, taking her by the hand and pulling her out with him. Their naked bodies glistened with water but this was the farthest thing from her mind. "What's going on?" she asked, his consternation beginning to frighten her now. She watched as he tossed her the robe she'd been wearing earlier and then started pulling on his pants and sturdy black boots. "It's just a winter storm! Isn't it?" "I wish that were true," he replied, his expression grim. "Listen to me very carefully, Virginia. I'll need you to follow me instructions precisely. Do you understand?" She nodded. "Okay, but” "Good," he said, cutting her off, his eyes flashing. "It's very important to your safety." "Can you at least tell me what's happening?" she pleaded. "Krampus." Santa muttered darkly as he wrapped bright red straps around his wrists, tightening them. "I should've been more careful." "What's Krampus?" she asked, going pale and she paused in putting on her robe, one of her tits hanging out. "Krampus isn't a what, Krampus is a who," he said, his eyes scanning the layout of her expansive living room. "He's also called Black Pete in some places and legend says he's supposed to be my evil henchman who punishes wicked children." "I take it that's not true, then?" she asked, looking around like he did, wondering what he was searching for. "Not even close," he growled. "Pardon my French, but Krampus is an evil sonofabitch. He was, at one time long ago, my dedicated helper, but he turned down the path of darkness, becoming twisted and diabolic. Forget punishing children, he wants to destroy Christmas, like it never happened." "What's that got to do with us here?" she asked, trying to keep her voice from trembling. "Can he reach us in this storm?" "This storm is his doing, I recognize it now," Santa said, striding over to his huge Christmas bag and beginning to rummage in it. "A massive storm always precedes his arrival. It can be mistaken for a regular winter storm if you're not paying

Deux artistes belges qui cartonnent chacun de leur côté, mais que tout semble opposer sur le papier. L'un chante en anglais, l'autre en français. L'un évolue dans la pop, l'autre dans le rap. Et pourtant, de leur rencontre est né un album lumineux, sorti hier : JARDIN. D'un côté, Oscar and the Wolf. De l'autre, Roméo Elvis. Les deux artistes se sont donnés rendez-vous avec Naïma Bencheman, dans un jardin évidemment, un lieu à l'image de ce projet singulier né d'une rencontre inattendue.Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Teen's Montpelier Run, Northwest Deluge, Time's “Person of the Year,” Backseat Baby, 67 on the Outs & Elvis the Elf! 

Legendary Hall of Fame Rodeo Announcer Bob Tallman sits down with Jarrod in Elvis's Dressing Room at The Westgate Hotel & Resort during the National Finals Rodeo in Las Vegas. Get you a snack, get you some coffee and kick back and enjoy this episode! It's one for the books. Bob Tallman has announced more than 15,000 rodeo performances across the United States, Canada, Mexico, Australia, and New Zealand. Through decades behind the microphone, his voice has become instantly recognizable to rodeo fans worldwide. He has announced the National Finals Rodeo in Las Vegas more times than any other announcer and has served as the voice of the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo for over 30 years. In addition, Tallman is a spokesperson for numerous cowboy-themed brands. He often refers to his voice as a “priceless gift from God” and strives to use it to positively impact the lives of others.12-time Professional Rodeo Cowboys Association (PRCA) Announcer of the Year2004 ProRodeo Hall of Fame2005 St. Paul Rodeo Hall of Fame2006 Texas Cowboy Hall of Fame2006 Miss Rodeo America Hall of Fame2007 Rodeo Hall of Fame of the National Cowboy and Western Heritage Museum2017 Bull Riding Hall of Fame2017 National Multicultural Western Heritage Museum2019 Reno Rodeo Hall of Fame2019 Texas Rodeo Cowboy Hall of Fame2020 ProRodeo Hall of Fame Legend of ProRodeo award2024 RodeoHouston Hall of Fame

Bo Svenson: Walking Tall to Here Come The Brides to hanging out w/ Elvis Presley at Graceland!From Hollywood stunts to real-life danger, Bo Svenson shares jaw-dropping stories you've never heard before. Find out how through a series of crazy events he became the Big Swede on Here Come the Brides, what happened when the Dixie Mafia came calling during Walking Tall, his experience viewing death photos of Buford Pusser and the emotional truth behind meeting Elvis at Graceland while shooting Walking Tall. Bo recalls an insane flying stunt he took on his own free will while shooting The Great Waldo Pepper with Robert Redford, leaving the set when Paul Newman visited, a bizarre run-in with Pablo Escobar, and his bond with legends like Mickey Rooney, David Carradine, and a near death story about Clint Walker. This is a raw, wild, and deeply human look behind the scenes of a Hollywood life unlike any other. Thanks so much Bo!That's Classic! Merchandise: http://tee.pub/lic/2R57OwHl2tESubscribe for free to That's Classic YouTube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCBtpVKzLW389x6_nIVHpQcA?sub_confirmation=1Facebook: facebook.com/thatsclassictvHosted by John Cato, actor, voiceover artist, and moderator for over 20 years for the television and movie industry. John's background brings a unique insight and passion to the podcast.00:00:00 Introduction00:00:55 Bo talks about the crazy way he got the role of the Big Swede on Here Come The Brides00:08:24 Bo talks about working with Joan Blondell00:09:42 Bo talks about seeing Bobby Sherman many years later00:10:51 Bo talks about being an actor00:12:01 Bo talks about where they shot Here Come the Brides00:13:13 Bo talks about Joe Don Baker and how he the role of Buford Pusser in Walking Tall00:15:40 Bo talks about the love he has for his wife00:17:10 Bo talks about Buford Pusser and his daughter who shot herself00:18:05 Bo talks about a visit he got from the Dixie Mafia00:19:52 Bo talks about being shown the death photos of Buford Pusser00:23:24 Bo explains why they could not film in Buford Pusser's real county00:24:38 Bo tells a great squad car story from Walking Tall00:28:19 Bo talks about returning years later to McNairy County where Buford Pusser 's Sherif Station was for an event00:29:02 Bo talks about the only bizarre time he met Joe Don Baker00:30:29 Bo talks about meeting at Paul Newman's house with Robert Redford00:32:14 Bo talks about meeting Pablo Escobar in Colombia00:38:20 Bo talks about his time in the Marines00:40:00 Back to Paul Newman's house with Mark Harmon00:41:13 Meeting leads to being cast in The Great Waldo Pepper00:43:05 Bo meets with the director, George Roy Hill00:43:49 Bo meets with the famous costume designer, Edith Head00:45:27 Bo talks about his early insecurity as an actor00:46:46 George Roy Hill has a meeting with the Universal Studio Heads and casts Bo in The Great Waldo Pepper00:48:40 Bo tells a crazy story of leaving the set to fly out hearing Paul New man is coming to visit00:51:51 Bo tells an insane story of doing a flying stunt of his own doing in The Great Waldo Pepper00:59:21 Bo talks about his relationship with David Carradine on Kung Fu01:06:31 Bo tells an unbelievable Clint Walker story of how he came back from a near death experience01:12:18 bo talks about how he came to direct Mickey Rooney and his friendship with Mickey01:15:38 Bo tells an emotional story of driving to Meet Elvis at Graceland while shooting Walking Tall01:25:53 Bo talks about shooting The Dirty Dozen with Telly Savalas01:27:35 Mission Impossible and Flipper01:28:51 Pernell Roberts was a best friend of Bo's01:31:11 Bo tells a crude John Carradine story

Send us a textToday's episode is my conversation about the 1930 film Sarah and Son. I'm joined by Matthew Carlson from the What Am I Making newsletter and we talk about whether the film would even survive today if not for Chatterton's Academy Award nomination for her performance as Sarah, compare lost films to what it would be like if our music catalog was missing dozens of Elvis or Beatles recordings, and learn about interesting familial connections and an actress who was a bit of a daredevil in her spare time. You can watch Sarah and Son online for yourself and be sure to check out Matt's newsletter.Other films mentioned in this episode include:Anna Christie directed by Clarence Leon Brown"The Arrival of a Train at La Ciotat Station" directed by the Lumière BrothersThe Devil's Holiday directed by Edmund GouldingAll Quiet on the Western Front directed by Lewis MilestoneGone With the Wind directed by Victor FlemingMetropolis directed by Fritz LangDr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (1931) directed by Rouben MamoulianThe Best Years of Our Lives directed by William WylerInherit the Wind directed by Stanley KramerDeath of a Salesman directed by László BenedekThe Fighting Lady directed by Edward SteichenRaising Arizona directed by Joel CoenThe Divorcee directed by Robert Z. LeonardOther referenced topics:Roseanne (series)The Big Bang Theory (series)Young Sheldon (series)New York Times review of the filmCatherine writing on obscurecinemamagicHomeward Bound (book) by Ruth ChattertonSupport the show

When your college-age kid comes home and they don't remember where they are, sugar-free Oreos coming in 2026, an interesting email about talking -- let's get into it, and a fascinating new Elvis documentary See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

"This is the first show of our annual Christmas double header. We did a show years back that looked at the history and trivia of classic Christmas Carols. For these shows we chose a whole bunch of songs we did not cover in that previous show. Get ready for a lot of information about your favorite songs of the season."

La dernière émission de la semaine s'ouvre dans une ambiance fiévreuse mais toujours dédiée aux grands classiques : Elvis, The Rolling Stones, Pearl Jam et l'élan glam de David Bowie avec "The Jean Genie". La nouveauté du soir met en avant les Foo Fighters avec "Asking For A Friend", avant un hommage à Sam Cooke. Sa voix unique, passée du gospel à la soul, résonne dans "Shake", rappelant une carrière fulgurante marquée par près de 30 titres entrés au Top 40. Beth Ditto embrase ensuite l'antenne avec "Fire", suivie d'un retour sur "Unclouded", l'album dreampop de Melody's Echo Chamber, influencé par l'univers d'Hayao Miyazaki. Les Black Keys, The Libertines et Pearl Jam rythment la soirée avant l'arrivée de Poppy et "Bruised Sky". La Cover du jour met à l'honneur "The Man That Comes Around"de Johnny Cash, revisité récemment par Pulp pour une série britannique. La fin de soirée s'ouvre sur Public Service Broadcasting, Bandit Bandit et Guns N' Roses, avant la nouveauté Fresh Fresh Fresh : India Naia, artiste franco-algéro-allemande. Morcheeba, les Beatles et The Charlatans referment l'émission. David Bowie - The Jean Genie Foo Fighters - Asking For A Friend Sam Cooke - Shake Elvis Presley - A Little Less Conversation (Jxl Radio Edit Remix) Beth Ditto - Fire Stevie Ray Vaughan - Little Wing The Black Keys - Tighten Up Melody's Echo Chamber - Childhood Dream The Rolling Stones - Honky Tonk Women The Libertines - Gunga Din Linkin Park - Breaking The Habit Pearl Jam - Alive Poppy - Bruised Sky Pulp - The Man Comes Around Green Day - American Idiot Public Service Broadcasting - I Was Always Dreaming (Late Night Final Remix) Ten Years After - I Woke Up This Morning Biffy Clyro - Wolves Of Winter Bandit Bandit - Pas Le Temps Pink Floyd - Run Like Hell Guns N' Roses - Yesterdays India Naia - Maybe Arctic Monkeys - Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High Morcheeba - Blindfold The Beatles - Drive My Car The Charlatans - Deeper And Deeper The Horrors - Sea Within A SeaHébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Go tell it on the mountain! Tom Homan is coming to town! Jasmine Crockett's in-house rapper. Introducing Kris Cruz … secretary of egg. President Trump sits down to answer questions on everything from birthright citizenship to the current state of the economy. Average price of gas and average price of eggs. Boat video fun. FLASHBACK: Barack Obama on drone attacks. A brand-spanking-new "Chewing the Fat" song! Elvis is back! Top comedians of the 21st century. Did Vice President Vance show up at a restaurant in a T-shirt and berate Usha? Catholic church vs. ICE. AI is getting more and more real-looking. Elon Musk shares his thoughts on God. Rooting out Somali scams nationwide. Cancer stats coming in among those with the COVID vaccine. The history of legal immigration in America. Muslim businessman saves Christmas in Dearborn, Michigan. Zohran Mamdani and the ex-con. Pee-wee Herman and the REAL meaning of Christmas. 00:00 Pat Gray UNLEASHED! 03:03 Tom Homan is Tracking You Down! 05:53 Jasmine Crockett on Crime and Criminals 11:21 President Trump Explains Birthright Citizenship 12:32 President Trump Asked about Elections in Ukraine 13:54 President Trump on the State of Europe 16:20 President Trump Grades the US Economy 17:13 Prices in America 23:53 Fishing Boat Update 27:05 FLASHBACK: Obama Explains Using Drone Strikes in 2013 31:40 Chewing the Fat 48:05 Talking about Peewee's Playhouse 51:48 "ICE Was Here" Nativity Scene 57:26 AI Priests are Here? 1:00:42 Hank Johnson is BACK! 1:12:12 Elon Musk Believes in God? 1:16:13 Gavin Newsom Laughs at Tim Walz 1:20:29 Somali Fraud in Ohio? 1:24:29 Is USAID Closed? 1:27:31 Cancer & Vaccine Studies Update 1:28:49 Stephen Miller on Immigration 1:32:47 Muslim Business Buys Christmas Tree for Town 1:33:25 Zohran Mamdani on Ex-Con Appointment 1:34:41 Peewee Herman on the True Meaning of Christmas Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Ryan welcomes researcher and author Miguel Conner for a deep dive into the roots of Gnosticism, not as a Christian offshoot, but as a pre-Christian current shaped by Egyptian mystery traditions. Together they explore concepts like the god above God, the enigmatic figure Abraxas, the role of the divine feminine, and the path of salvation through Gnosis. They also unpack the symbolic power of the serpent and examine the archon control system still reflected in modern life.Learn more about Miguel here: https://www.miguelconner.com/

Ep 600: Dylan and Elvis are back for another brand-new special episode! The boys recap Sunday night football between the Texans and the Chiefs. The Monday Night game as the Chargers get a big win at home vs the Eagles. Elvis and Dylan will give out their week 14 NFL Power Rankings and go through their top 10. The boys will preview and break down Thursday Night Football as the Buccaneers look to bounce back vs the Falcons. Picks and props will be given out.  Also, our NBA guru Elvis will take a look at the Thursday slate and give out his favorite picks. & Lastly, D-Rock will give out his favorite CBB bets for Thursday so please make sure you guys hit that like button, subscribe, rate, leave a review and comment below who you'll betting on this week!Watch On Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/live/j_yHkMZhsPw?si=2c8RN77LhQl4LXhq Listen to the full Podcast: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-dream-wager/id1550381287Props.CashUse code DREAM25 for 25% off your first month's subscription. RATE AND REVIEW THE SHOW ON iTUNES & AUDIO PLATFORMS!#Sports #Podcast #TheDreamWager #NFL #NBA #CBB #SportsBetting #NFLPicks #Cowboys #Lions #NBAPicks #CBBPicksFollow The Dream Wager on X@thedreamwager  Follow The Dream Wager on Instagram@thedreamwagerFollow the boys on X Dylan: @rockk24  Elvis: @e_thedreamwager

Today, we feature a Christmas cracker that offers some new perspectives on one of our most treasured holiday traditions - The Xmas Song: First, The Turtles, singing “Christmas is My Time of Year,” then, the esteemed actor, Harvey Keitel, telling an off the wall Christmas story, from the film Smoke.Putting on a favorite holiday tape or CD as you wrap the presents or trim the tree was always a highly anticipated ritual - Frank, Dino, Elvis, or Bing never failed to make the season bright. In the 60's Rock era, of course, Phil Spector's album was a must. Every pop artist has made one, even Bob Dylan. It made Irving Berlin and Mel Torme millions.  It's generally a can't miss proposition. But, I'll bet you never considered these selections. One isn't even a song; and then there's the Turtles number, which is seemingly on the money, but not universally known. THE TURTLES"Christmas is My Time of Year" was written by the jewish Howard Kaylan and the Turtle's bassist and veteran of the Modern Folk Quartet, Chip Douglas. Douglas also produced, populating the recording with such country rock luminaries as Gram Parsons and Linda Ronstadt. The track has a folksy flair with its twangy guitars and dobros. It's military 4 on the floor marching beat gives it an overly perky, trying too hard feel, but it's still a lot of fun - and that's the mark of a good Turtles song. isn't it?: always promoting optimism and good feelings. Even when they're singing dark material like PF Sloan's “Let Me Be” the music counterpoints the dreariness with sunshine.HARVEY KEITEL in SMOKERich threw this curveball into the mix, and I LOVE IT! Mr. Keitel has always been a favorite of ours - and in this clip from Wayne Wang's Smoke he knocks it out of the park with this shaggy holiday story negotiating the mixed up urges of conscience and larceny. At the end of the segment there is a black and white rendering of the story accompanied by Tom Waits, singing “Innocent when you Dream”.And, it's here that the overall theme emerges: Christmas is that time when we aspire to live up to our best selves. But, there are so many contradictory images that interfere with this aspiration. We are exhorted to consume, going into debt for the good of the economy, and to our peril. All around us we might notice that the lonely and disenfranchised are suffering worse than ever during this time. So, we look away, trying not to face the disturbing prospect that it could be us next year. We're only human, after all - but, to be better more than just one day out of the year shouldn't be asking too much. But, how to begin?

In this episode of AwesomeCast 761, Michael Sorg is joined by Intern Mac and Intern Tony for a wildly geeky night of robots, AI, VR, and very silly holiday gifts. We kick things off with the new Robosen Shockwave Transformer robot, a $1,000 self-transforming Decepticon boombox that doubles as a Bluetooth speaker, then fall down a rabbit hole of programmable Transformers, Buzz Lightyear, and WALL-E robots for STEM-minded kids. From there, Mac highlights Apple's latest Apple TV “liquid glass” intro, crafted with real glass panes and practical effects instead of AI – a hopeful sign for human artists in an AI-heavy world. Sorg shares what it's like living with an AI-generated news anchor on his Telly-style TV, including a bizarre “buff Judge Elvis” story that looks nothing like the real judge and points toward a future of AI hosts on gas-station and in-store TVs. The crew then revisits GameStop's “Trade Anything” day, reacting to reports of taxidermy, cans of beans, cursed plushies, and stressed-out employees caught between corporate hype and real-world chaos. On the gaming and VR side, we look at a mod project that brings classic shooters like Quake III, Doom 3, Redneck Rampage, and Quake 4 into standalone VR on Meta Quest headsets and reminisce about the clunky mall-VR rigs of the 1990s. Chachi's Video Game Minute covers the Helldivers movie, Netflix's proposed Warner Bros / WB Games deal, and rumored Japanese studios making design applicants draw by hand to avoid AI shortcuts – which leads into a deeper chat about Netflix potentially owning Mortal Kombat, Batman Arkham, DC Comics, and what that means for movies and games. Tony's Awesome Thing of the Week is pure chaos: the TikTok-viral “Butts on Things” activity books, puzzles, and Cheek-to-Cheek card game – proving once again that everyone finds butts funny and weird gifts win Christmas. We wrap with internship reflections, from Apple sock purses and new Apple gadgets to everything Mac and Tony have learned about podcast production, live streaming, editing, and social media on the Sorgatron Media shows. Stick around to the end for a tease of our Patreon-exclusive segment featuring the creepiest robot dogs you'll ever see.

Dean Richards, entertainment reporter for WGN, joins Bob Sirott to provide the latest news in entertainment. Bob and Dean talk about Andy Dick’s apparent overdose, the release of new Elvis footage, and the top song of 2025. They also share details about the movie that won eight awards and what’s new on streaming services.

Episode 1620 - Frayed Extenson Chord We talk about Stoney's birthday trip. We recall trips to Memphis and realize just how ghetto Elvis was. Ern "forces" us to try scotch. Doc's tattoo horror story and our future tattoos. Doc gives a recount of his former high school's triumph. The Thanksgiving tradition continues, a little late. We listen to different covers. A health update from Doc.

Dave and Chuck the Freak talk about what you learned about women when you started living with one, what Dark Sided thing happened to a gay Elvis impersonator, the top sexual fantasies, a foot perv’s ad in the paper, Craigslist ads gone wrong, a wife’s confession, a listener’s first date lactose issues, what happened to an escort who cut of a (consenting) man’s genitals, why sex toys were falling from the skies, a customer who busted a delivery driver eating some of her food, how an old guy managed to run over himself with his own truck and more!

Chasta & Huey talk about their weekends, including Baby Huey going to see Halibut Head at their Rose & Thorn EP release show at Smash Sacramento. Also, Chasta took her son Cody to see Santa Claus and finding out he was once an Elvis impersonator. Plus, they breakdown the latest iPhone iOS update. Lastly, on "Huey Help" they read two listener's emails, the first asking for advice if her daughter should spend the holidays with her father's extended family for the first time. The second email involved a listener experiencing an embarrassing moment and now they can't look their sister in the eye now. Listen to Halibut Head: https://open.spotify.com/artist/15bMKGLkkArbXe4ra7ZLO8 Connect with Chasta & Huey: Linktree: https://linktr.ee/chastaandhuey YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@ChastaAndHuey Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/2kdozplGAWNhd6zehEBzW5 Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/chastaandhuey Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/chastaandhuey Twitter: https://www.twitter.com/chastaandhuey Thank you for the support.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Hometown Radio 12/08/25 5p: Guest host Gary J. Freiberg talks to Cal Poly grad actor Tony Costa on preparing for his upcoming role as Elvis in the Million Dollar Quartet

Some hauntings leave a mark—others leave a silence that no one in the family dares speak into. In this episode, we explore a chilling trail of experiences that began with a simple teenage experiment: a Ouija board that claimed to channel the voice of Elvis. But what seemed like a harmless moment of curiosity opened the door to something far older, far darker, and far more persistent than any impersonated celebrity spirit. Across generations, one family found themselves shadowed by a presence that refused to be ignored. A mother watched figures move in her doorway. A baby screamed as something unseen stirred the house. A closet door opened on its own, sending objects flying with deliberate force. And while some family members speak openly about what they witnessed, one brother refuses to say a single word about the memories that still haunt him. Strangest of all? The house where it all began went quiet the moment someone else moved in. Was the entity attached to the home… or to the people who lived there? And why do some hauntings follow us long after we've moved on? Love real ghost stories? Don't just listen—join us on YouTube and be part of the largest community of real paranormal encounters anywhere. Subscribe now and never miss a chilling new story:

Ep 599: Dylan and Elvis are back for another brand-new special episode! The boys recap the fourteenth weekend in the NFL. What they got right, what they got wrong. The boys will look ahead toward Monday Night Football as the Eagles look to bounce back vs the Chargers. They'll give out their favorite picks and props for MNF. The NBA continues and Elvis will take a look at Monday's slate and give out a few plays. Lastly, D-Rock will take a look the CBB slate for Monday and give out his favorite bets. So, please make sure you guys hit that like button, subscribe, rate, leave a review and comment below who you'll betting on this week!Watch On Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/live/F8kCUDUOxbA?si=eckOYSfkYx1GhaK1 Listen to the full Podcast: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-dream-wager/id1550381287Props.CashUse code DREAM25 for 25% off your first month's subscription. RATE AND REVIEW THE SHOW ON iTUNES & AUDIO PLATFORMS!#Sports #Podcast #TheDreamWager #NFL #NBA #CollegeFootball #CBB #SportsBetting #NFLPicks #NBAPicks #CBBPicks Follow The Dream Wager on X@thedreamwager  Follow The Dream Wager on Instagram@thedreamwagerFollow the boys on X Dylan: @rockk24  Elvis: @e_thedreamwager 

Elvis spent countless late nights at the historic Memphian Theatre, and this episode takes you inside his private screening world. Special thanks to the Playhouse on the Square and Thomas, who generously shares his firsthand stories from working here in the 70s. Tours are just $10 and can be booked by emailing Courtney@playhouseonthesquare.org. The proceeds from the tour go back directly into maintaining the playhouse, which is amazing! This episode is only a glimpse of the history you'll experience in person. Please reach out to Thomas, and tell him the Pink Cadillacs sent you!

This week, Bec decided that it's been a while since she's gotten to talk about '70s concert material, so we're discussing the legendary August 19, 1974, show in which Elvis abandoned his usual setlist and completely changed directions. Opening with "Big Boss Man" instead of "See See Rider", filling out the show with tons of newer and more contemporary material like "Good Time Charlie's Got the Blues", "Promised Land" and "It's Midnight" and forgoing most of his iconic hits in favor of more unique and intimate performances just for his Vegas audiences.  We sit down with the soundboard recording and try to reckon with how Elvis chose to make such a bold move, whether fans and audiences appreciated it, and why he abandoned it so quickly to fall back into the comfortable professional grooves that would carry him to the end of his life. And before all that, Bec also fills us in her trip to see Priscilla Presley's recent live talk in Sydney. For Song of the Week, somehow without coordinating it at all, each host picked one of the only two songs written for Elvis by Stanley Gelber, the lawyer-turned-pro songwriter who submitted a handful of demos to Hill & Range in the 1960s, landing an Elvis cut with Bec's pick of "My Desert Serenade" from the Harum Scarum soundtrack. Then Justin rings in the holiday season with Gelber's other song, "On A Snowy Christmas Night," a holiday track that had coincidentally been submitted not long after Harum Scarum (roughly around when Elvis did "If Every Day Was Like Christmas") but somehow wound up in the demo pile later in 1971 for Elvis to record - despite Hill & Range no longer having the rights!  If you enjoy TCBCast, please consider supporting us with a donation at Patreon.com/TCBCast. Your support allows us to continue to provide thoughtful, provocative, challenging and well-researched perspectives on Elvis's career, his peers and influences, and his cultural impact and legacy.

This week, we have a different episode as Marcus Hallows sits down with Gareth Seddon and guest co-host, Gary Stopforth, to discuss everything from starting off his football journey at Bolton Wanderers to the tackle that left him dead for 20 seconds! Marcus also talks about his time playing in the League of Ireland, how it compares to English football and what made him originally make the move. The lads then speak about Marcus' post playing career as an Elvis impersonator and how a passion has allowed him to have a career performing in front of big crowds. Finally, the lads end the podcast with an I Had Trials Once First as Marcus sings us out.

Elvis & Flora are in the studio to tell us their story of addiction and salvation. Their story is one of complete inspiration and dedication to God and to sober living. Please click all the links below to join in on this great movement. (1)Well of recovery Facebook(1) Grace Abounding Full Gospel Mission Facebook

The Elvis phenomenon continues to captivate fans around the world, and in this episode we dive deep into its enduring magic with top Elvis festival producer Kurt Brown. From the cultural impact of Elvis Presley to the behind-the-scenes work that brings major tribute festivals to life, Kurt shares rare insights, unforgettable stories, and a firsthand look at why the King's legacy remains stronger than ever. Whether you're a lifelong fan or newly discovering Elvis, this conversation sheds light on the timeless appeal of an icon who changed music and show business forever!  Website www.brown-productions.com Social Media www.Instagram.com/kbrownpro All Shook Up website: www.allshookuptribute.com About Music Matters with Darrell Craig Harris The Music Matters Podcast is hosted by Darrell Craig Harris, a globally published music journalist, professional musician, and Getty Images photographer. Music Matters is now available on Spotify, iTunes, Podbean, and more. Each week, Darrell interviews renowned artists, musicians, music journalists, and insiders from the music industry. Visit us at: www.MusicMattersPodcast.comFollow us on Twitter: www.Twitter.com/musicmattersdh For inquiries, contact: musicmatterspodcastshow@gmail.com Support our mission via PayPal: www.paypal.me/payDarrell  voice over intro by Nigel J. Farmer  

Ep 598: Dylan and Elvis are back for another brand-new special episode! The boys recap the Thursday Night Game between the Lions and the Cowboys. Dylan and Elvis will preview and break down every game for week 14 in the NFL and give out their favorite picks and props. Championship Weekend of College Football has arrived and the boys will give out their best bets for the weekend. Also, Elvis will take a look at the NBA slate for this weekend and give out his favorite bets. So, please make sure you guys hit that like button, subscribe, rate, leave a review and comment below who you'll betting on this weekend!Watch on youtube: https://www.youtube.com/live/f-iKPMAfWBM?si=aggiEh-CPijmeR4i Listen to the full Podcast: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-dream-wager/id1550381287Props.CashUse code DREAM25 for 25% off your first month's subscription. RATE AND REVIEW THE SHOW ON iTUNES & AUDIO PLATFORMS!#Sports #Podcast #TheDreamWager #NFL #CollegeFootball #SportsBetting #NFLPicks #CollegeFootballPicks Follow The Dream Wager on X@thedreamwager  Follow The Dream Wager on Instagram@thedreamwagerFollow the boys on X Dylan: @rockk24  Elvis: @e_thedreamwager

The Cheat Sheet is The Murder Sheet's segment breaking down weekly news and updates in some of the murder cases we cover. In this episode, we'll talk about cases from Alaska, Illinois, Michigan, and Missouri.9 and 10 News on the murder of Rebecca Park and her baby and the arrest of Cortney Bartholomew and Bradley Bartholomew: https://www.9and10news.com/2025/12/03/biological-mother-spouse-face-murder-and-torture-charges-in-rebecca-park-case/ABC News on the murder of Rebecca Park and her baby and the arrest of Cortney Bartholomew and Bradley Bartholomew: https://abcnews.go.com/US/family-members-charged-death-pregnant-woman-michigan/story?id=128069205CBS 4 Local's report on the murder of Rebecca Park and her baby and the arrest of Cortney Bartholomew and Bradley Bartholomew: https://cbs4local.com/news/nation-world/parents-of-murdered-rebecca-park-accused-cutting-baby-out-of-womb-prosecutor-says-wexford-county-michigan-brad-cortney-bartholomewPatch's coverage of the recent attempted murder case involving Aneta Marsek: https://patch.com/illinois/crystallake/woman-who-once-sparked-nationwide-missing-persons-case-now-sentenced-shootingThe McHenry County State's Attorney's press release on the outcome of the attempted murder case involving Aneta Marsek: https://www.mchenrycountyil.gov/Home/Components/News/News/18490/We also looked at the Reedsburg Times-Press and Northwest Herald via Newspapers.com.The Alaska Beacon's reporting on the case of Brian Hall and the murders of Mickey Dinsmore and Stanley Honeycutt: https://alaskabeacon.com/2025/12/03/alaska-court-of-appeals-upholds-1995-murder-conviction-despite-key-witness-reversing-testimony/BBC's coverage of Judge Matthew EP Thornhill: https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/c5yq3g7lqgqoCBS's coverage of Judge Matthew EP Thornhill: https://www.cbsnews.com/news/missouri-judge-elvis-presley-wig-music-court-stepping-down/Fox 2 Now's coverage of Judge Matthew EP Thornhill: https://fox2now.com/news/missouri/st-charles-county-judge-who-wore-elvis-wig-talked-politics-in-court-to-resign/The Associated Press's coverage of Judge Matthew EP Thornhill: https://apnews.com/article/missouri-elvis-wig-judge-matthew-thornhill-ac85ac95a5dd942ea87f688fda75b758STLPR's coverage of Judge Matthew EP Thornhill: https://www.stlpr.org/show/st-louis-on-the-air/2025-11-26/st-charles-judge-wearing-elvis-outfitFind discounts for Murder Sheet listeners here: https://murdersheetpodcast.com/discountsCheck out our upcoming book events and get links to buy tickets here: https://murdersheetpodcast.com/eventsOrder our book on Delphi here: https://bookshop.org/p/books/shadow-of-the-bridge-the-delphi-murders-and-the-dark-side-of-the-american-heartland-aine-cain/21866881?ean=9781639369232Or here: https://www.simonandschuster.com/books/Shadow-of-the-Bridge/Aine-Cain/9781639369232Or here: https://www.amazon.com/Shadow-Bridge-Murders-American-Heartland/dp/1639369236Join our Patreon here! https://www.patreon.com/c/murdersheetSupport The Murder Sheet by buying a t-shirt here: https://www.murdersheetshop.com/Check out more inclusive sizing and t-shirt and merchandising options here: https://themurdersheet.dashery.com/Send tips to murdersheet@gmail.com.The Murder Sheet is a production of Mystery Sheet LLC.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

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