Podcasts about Jordans

Subscribe to Throwing Fits on Patreon. Our interview with Aaron Moldonado is authentic. Aaron—the founder and and creative director of Brigade—left his pregnant wife alone to make the most of his pod debut on drunk driving a fixie to Montauk, upper number barely legal Jordans, what it's like to live with pants autism, putting flags on jawnz is a cheat code, starting a brand with $500 in pizza delivery tips and making sure he had budget for business cards, Brigade is a family business and that family is about to get bigger, his shadow agency that will make any brand's wildest dreams come true, original ideas coming from within, the cottage industry of ripping off independent designers including himself, streetwear with a hard R, tourists vs. purists, Brigade's 10 year anniversary brick factory, delivering bad news with a smile on your face, how New York City became a brand, Kith's global dominance, the streetwear media machine in 2026, and much more on Aaron Moldonado's interview with The Only Podcast That Matters™.

Dr. Klapper stops by and gives Kap advice about the caffeine pouches he just bought - what does the doc say??! Plus, he talks about how he recently saw Dr J and Oscar Roberson sitting courtside together, and it made him think of how their injuries in the 70's were treated differently than how we treat injuries today. Olympic update! Kap is super into the Olympics, especially men's hockey and the women's slalom race yesterday where Mikaela Shiffrin won gold. Plus, the gold medal game for women's hockey and the 411 on the women's figure skating. Producer Lindsey asks Sedano if he thinks a hammer is about to come down on the Clippers for the whole Aspiration/Kawhi scandal? And the MLBPA replaced Tony Clark after inappropriate relationship with his sister-in-law… Which in-law is worse? Sibling's spouse? Or spouse's sibling? Kap's Dealer's Choice presented by Sellers Advantage is about apologizing to Tim McMahon for mis-categorizing his Jordans as Air Force Ones. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

The full lineup—Ben Rogers, Jeff “Skin” Wade, Kevin “KT” Turner, and Krystina Ray—breaks down KT's unexpected discovery of a mysterious store labeled “Going, Going, Gone” on the old Dick's Sporting Goods building. What starts as simple confusion quickly spirals into:

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The easiest Olympic sports. People are throwing out their Jordans after Michael Jordan was seen squeezing a young child's butt during NASCAR celebration. A mother and her daughter were found dead in a hotel room. Body cam footage of Texan man who shot his daughter. 

Shaving your ass crack. Sorting blocks. Duji can't find love but also isn't looking for it. A woman in California spent money on billboards looking for love. Rover had issues on his way back from bankruptcy box. A daughter claims to have been water boarded by her father for not cleaning her room. Duji was traumatized by her mom waking her up to clean her room. FAFO parenting versus naughty step parenting. Duji explains why people give up things for lent. Charlie spent Valentine's Day weekend installing a new outlet in his bathroom for his bidet. The easiest Olympic sports. People are throwing out there Jordans after Michael Jordan was seen squeezing a young child's butt during NASCAR celebration. A mother and her daughter were found dead in a hotel room. Body cam footage of Texan man who shot his daughter.

The easiest Olympic sports. People are throwing out their Jordans after Michael Jordan was seen squeezing a young child's butt during NASCAR celebration. A mother and her daughter were found dead in a hotel room. Body cam footage of Texan man who shot his daughter. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Shaving your ass crack. Sorting blocks. Duji can't find love but also isn't looking for it. A woman in California spent money on billboards looking for love. Rover had issues on his way back from bankruptcy box. A daughter claims to have been water boarded by her father for not cleaning her room. Duji was traumatized by her mom waking her up to clean her room. FAFO parenting versus naughty step parenting. Duji explains why people give up things for lent. Charlie spent Valentine's Day weekend installing a new outlet in his bathroom for his bidet. The easiest Olympic sports. People are throwing out there Jordans after Michael Jordan was seen squeezing a young child's butt during NASCAR celebration. A mother and her daughter were found dead in a hotel room. Body cam footage of Texan man who shot his daughter. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The team dives into the online uproar surrounding Michael Jordan’s viral Daytona 500 moment, where footage showed him pinching and tapping Tyler Reddick’s young son; although critics called it inappropriate, new context and closer footage suggest he was likely removing ice that had fallen into the child’s clothing during the chaotic celebration. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The episode opens with an emotional look into Jamie Foxx’s new breakup‑inspired single “Somebody”, which he revealed was fueled by a painful Valentine’s Day split with a Spanish-speaking ex—a heartbreak he said “messed [him] up,” as he described blinking and still seeing her face. Meanwhile, the team dives into the online uproar surrounding Michael Jordan’s viral Daytona 500 moment, where footage showed him pinching and tapping Tyler Reddick’s young son; although critics called it inappropriate, new context and closer footage suggest he was likely removing ice that had fallen into the child’s clothing during the chaotic celebration. The show also takes time to honor the profound legacy of Rev. Jesse Jackson, who passed away at 84 and is being celebrated nationwide as a towering civil rights leader, global activist, and inspiration whose decades of work—from marching with Dr. King to running historic presidential campaigns—reshaped American politics and expanded pathways for future Black leaders. The episode closes with a high‑energy highlight as J. Cole continues popping up on HBCU campuses—including Howard, Hampton, and North Carolina A&T—to personally deliver his new album The Fall Off directly from the trunk of his Honda Civic, creating nostalgic, fan‑packed moments reminiscent of his early career hustling CDs hand‑to‑hand. Website: https://www.urban1podcasts.com/rickey-smiley-morning-show See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Send a text | I am your host, Neo Griot, and this is Episode 269 of the Rational Black Thought Podcast.  This week's title is a line Kanye dropped that still cuts like a scalpel:  “Drug dealer buy Jordans, crackhead buy crack / And a white man get paid off of all of that.” From “All Falls Down” on College Dropout.  And I'm starting there because it's not just a lyric. It's a diagnosis.  It's the economic machine in plain English: predation gets dressed up as “the market,” addiction gets criminalized, consumption gets celebrated, and the profits flow upward to people who never touch the poison. The street-level players get cages. The executives get quarterly bonuses. And everybody pretends this is just “personal responsibility” instead of a system engineered for extraction.  So that's the moral frame for today's episode: follow the incentives, follow the money, and don't let anyone replace analysis with fucking sermons. Intro: Quote of the Week: James Baldwin Unmasking the News: Democracy Watch: Bondi in Two Chambers: Same Shit“Energy Freedom” or Freedom From Accountability Seven Years for a Pastor Who Preyed on a Teen Isn't Justice. It's Barely a Slap on the Wrist Good News: David Steward Didn't Go Viral. He Went Vertical Bible Study with an Atheist: From Spirits to Sky-Daddies: How Religion Evolved When Humans Didn't Know What Was Going On Reflections and Call to Action: Closing/Outro:https://www.courthousenews.com/gop-leaders-split-on-bondis-use-of-lawmaker-epstein-files-search-history/https://apnews.com/article/green-energy-environment-trump-rollbacks-fact-check-208382e5fb17f9ec6831831f50f7232ehttps://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2026/feb/12/louisiana-pentecostal-pastor-molestation-sentencehttps://www.thetallcotton.com/david-l-steward-world-wide-technology/Power Concedes Nothing without a Demand...

Drift off with a calm bedtime reading about Air Jordans, designed to support sleep and ease insomnia through gentle learning. This calm bedtime reading blends soothing facts with a relaxed pace, helping quiet a busy mind and guide you toward sleep even on restless nights of insomnia. In this episode, Benjamin explores the history and cultural impact of Air Jordans, sharing how these iconic sneakers shaped sports, fashion, and popular culture, all while maintaining a peaceful, unhurried rhythm. You'll learn something new as you relax, with no whispering—just calm, fact-filled bedtime reading delivered in Benjamin's steady, comforting cadence. This episode is ideal for easing stress, reducing anxiety, and helping with insomnia or sleeplessness as you wind down at the end of the day. Settle in, press play, and let your thoughts slow as you drift gently toward rest. Happy sleeping! Read with permission from Air Jordan, Wikipedia (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Air_Jordan), licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Send us a textWe rewind a surprising Producer Verzuz, then move into real plans to merge our show with our city: a Feb 28 party, VIP ideas, and how to protect the vibe. We dig into Black History Month, who teaches it, and why perspective changes what we call truth, then close on media power, conspiracies, and civic vigilance.• Hit-Boy vs Mike Will highlights and Atlanta nostalgia• Rae Sremmurd era, songwriting credits, and catalog value• VIP party concept, guest vetting, and studio setup• Merch strategy with one-of-one pieces and pre-orders• Black History Month as structure problem, not trivia month• Lived experience vs information transfer in teaching• Dress codes, Jordans, and cultural gatekeeping• Media voices, moguls, and who controls narrative• Epstein files mentions, skepticism, and power networks• ICE killings, community vigilance, and humane actionWe're throwing a party February 28th at the Lost downtown CartersvilleSupport the show

Back with another incredible episode featuring the host of the Hoops & Healing Podcast, Amanda HoyeBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-real-deal-with-courtney-harden--3678816/support.

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Send us a textWhat happens when you take a beloved sneaker, dissect it with surgical care, and present it like a museum specimen? We sat down with Al Baker, the artist behind Deadstock Anatomies, to unpack how an entomology display at home inspired a breakout art form that sneakerheads, athletes, and brands can't stop talking about. From a carefully pared-back booth at ComplexCon to commissions for high-profile clients, Al shows us why restraint and intention can draw bigger crowds than flashy builds ever could.Al breaks down the craft with clarity. Some silhouettes like the Jordan 1 come apart cleanly, but modern foams and rubbers fight back, forcing slow, blade-by-blade work to preserve both sole and upper. That discipline protects the shoe's story while creating a striking frame that reveals design lines, textures, and engineering choices. He talks authenticity checks, why he refuses to work with replicas, and what it feels like to cut into a $12,000 grail without flinching. We also get the origin story: years of sketching sneakers as a kid, a detour through competitive billiards that taught focus, and a move to Las Vegas for outdoor access and a rising arts scene.We cover growth, too: scaling from single-shoe frames to multi-pair pieces, navigating the business basics, and the dream of a future collaboration with a major brand. Al shares a grounded take on AI—useful for research and light marketing, but no replacement for the tactile honesty of hand-built art. Along the way we spotlight Vegas culture, from the Arts District to food gems worth a detour, and the idea of a gallery model that lowers the barrier for new artists.If you care about sneakers, design, or building something original in a noisy world, this one's for you. Follow Deadstock Anatomies for the latest builds, then tell us which silhouette you'd want framed next. If you enjoyed the conversation, subscribe, share it with a friend, and leave a review to help others find the show.

Join Amon and Abasi in this lively episode of The Corner Convo podcast as they break down Chicago's sports culture, the epic Bears vs. Packers rivalry, and the city's unwavering pride. Did the Bears secure the win, or did Green Bay give it away?

Join Amon and Abasi in this lively episode of The Corner Convo podcast as they break down Chicago's sports culture, the epic Bears vs. Packers rivalry, and the city's unwavering pride. Did the Bears secure the win, or did Green Bay give it away?

Episode 2301: Kid A.G. and The Mayor JMac from Minneapolis hop on the mic for a 45-minute ramble that's basically two middle-aged degenerates high-fiving over ancient flash drives full of Key West debauchery and orange-skirt thirst traps from 2012. They mourn Path like it was a dead puppy, geek out on AI turning dusty bar pics into living, breathing crew circle-jerks (Lance Parrish three-way handshakes? Chef's kiss), and Kid's dropping stacks on Suno songs that could make Nurse Fiona's cougar tales sound like a Grammy winner. Then bam—Secret Santa drops the nuke: Kid unwraps **Clayton Kershaw's rookie nameplate** from the Loons, glue chunks and all, like it's the Holy Grail of Low-A baseball relics. Kid's ready to frame that shit in his office and jerk off to Hall of Fame dreams. Meanwhile, the world's on fire: Minneapolis ICE shooting a single mom in her Honda Pilot (whistles vs. guns, folks—poet mom turned "domestic terrorist" in 0.2 seconds), kids skipping class for walkouts, and Russian subs lurking like bad exes. Tigers fans sweating Tarik deals, potential strikes, and AI cloning —because why not resurrect dead voices when the apocalypse is trending? This ain't therapy, it's two old-school bros bullshitting through the end times with Jordans on the counter, retro apps, and enough subscription fees to buy a small island. Episode 2301: proof these fuckers are still retarded after 20+ years, and thank fuck for it!  

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This week on Sibling Rivalry, Bob and Monét X test their focus by racing to name Drag Race queens in 10 seconds, wearing Jordans back in the day, and unpacking strong opinions about Las Vegas. They get into NYC bodegas and why they have cats, whether all New York restaurants have rodents, and why some people refuse to move to LA because they love seasons. Monét shares a wild Colleen story, pitches Halloween costume ideas, and reacts to a new procedure she's considering, while Bob explains what he expects of people when he shares clips on TV or TikTok and teases a documentary idea. Thanks to our sponsors: Take the first step and visit ⁠⁠https://WaldenU.edu⁠⁠! Go to HTTPS://RO.CO/RIVALRY for your free insurance check! Want to see exclusive Sibling Rivalry Bonus Content? Head over to ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.patreon.com/siblingrivalrypodcast⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ to be the first to see our latest Sibling Rivalry Podcast Videos! @BobTheDragQueen @MonetXChange Learn more about your ad choices. Visit ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠megaphone.fm/adchoices⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

In this episode of Cattle Connect, host Michael Smith sits down with Jim and Kim Jordan of the Clay County Cattlemen's Association— the 2025 winner of the Cattlemen of Beef Month contest. The Jordans share how family involvement, community outreach, and creative efforts—like videos and steak sandwich sales—helped the county chapter engage schools, recruit members, and promote beef across their rural community. They also discuss practical planning tips, the value of mentorship, and why involving young people is essential to keeping agriculture strong at the local level. The conversation offers actionable ideas and inspiration for county associations looking to replicate Clay County's success.

A Holiday Haunting: Part 3 Jack, Erin and Lucy deal with the final complication; Based on a post by zeon 67. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels. Jack visits the Franklin Home. Jack opened his eyes. He was instantly wide awake. It didn't take him long to realize that Jack was somewhere else, definitely not his bedroom. He was in his living room; yeah, it had to be. The room had the same shape, but there were no lights, electronics or anything modern. Ornate wood and gold-framed paintings filled the walls. The room felt smaller, but Jack noticed a massive fireplace that must have been removed before his parents bought the house. He had to be in 1898. It was the only thing that made sense. An older man walked into the room, but he didn't notice Jack sitting on the chair. Again, Jack was quick to understand; he was the ghost this time around. He couldn't touch anything, but could sit and stand, like Erin after the s ance. Looking down, he found himself wearing the same clothes before the ritual. The older man looked like he was in his sixties, overweight and balding salt and pepper hair. He reminded Jack of a railroad baron in old westerns. He had these large sideburns that went down to his chin. Jack couldn't help but stare at him. He guessed that the man was Jedediah Franklin. He poured himself a glass of whiskey and stood next to the fire. Jack could hear him speaking to himself but couldn't make out what he was saying. They were soon joined by another. A woman, in her sixties, walked into the room. Stone-faced and with grey eyes, she looked miserable. She was wearing this dark blue, nearly black ruffled dress that had this deep, sweeping skirt. If the man was Jedediah Franklin, she had to be Alice Franklin. She joined her husband at the fire and said, "Where is Robert?" "In the library," he answered. "And that jezebel?" "Fixing herself supper." "She cannot stay. She talks about marriage." "We cannot just force her out," Jedediah Franklin said, staring at the fire. "What? Let her marry your only son?" He turned and glared at his wife, "You think I would allow that Irish fucking whore to be part of this family? No, she must be silenced. She cannot speak to anyone about this." Alice Franklin slowly smiled and said, "Then we are at agreement. But it must be tonight." They both nodded and turned to watch the fire. Jedediah Franklin snaked an arm around his wife's waist while she rested her head on his shoulder. It would have looked like a heartwarming moment, but they were planning a murder, and it just pissed off Jack even more. The way they talked about death, so casual and just to avoid a minor scandal, disgusted Jack. Needed to get away, Jack caught Erin walking past in the hallway. He ran after her, following her into the kitchen. "Erin? Erin?" He said, standing in front of her. She didn't respond. It wasn't the Erin he knew. She had her hair tied in a bun, her face disinterested and a little tired. She slowly washed the dishes, staring dead-eyed at the water. Jack then followed her as she went about with her chores. He had called out for Erin, his Erin, but only got silence. Going back to the alive-Erin, Jack got it. He needed to see her die, to understand what happened to her. It made sense to him. A younger man, looking like a mix of Jedediah Franklin and weirdly enough for Jack, himself. Robert. Dressed in a black three-piece suit, he didn't have his father's impressive muttonchops but a simple beard. Jack watched him stare at Erin, taking in her every movement as she did her chores. Erin was putting away a jar, leaning up to place it in a cabinet when Robert approached her. He quickly trapped her in the corner of the room. He smiled and said, "Erin." She jolted, nearly dropping the jar. Erin then turned and clutched her chest. "Oh Robert, you frightened me." "I have to see you tonight." Robert stroked her cheek and grinned. "In the attic?" "Your mother and father?" "Please," he replied. Erin nodded. Lucy's Post Coital. Lucy shook awake. She was on Jack's bed, naked and warm. Her hand slithered down her nude body, liking how it felt, stopping at her crotch. A big dirty smile appeared on her face as Lucy slid her hand between her legs. Jack's cum dripped out, coating her fingers and her thighs. The guy knew how to fuck; she'd give him that. It was a hot show. But Lucy turned her head and realized that she was alone. No Jack. No Erin. She jumped off the bed and yelled their names. It was getting close to two in the morning. Lucy ran to Jack's bathroom and cleaned herself up, she usually would take her time with post-sex cleanup, but she rushed through it. Lucy then emptied out her overnight bag and quickly got dressed. Opening the grimoire, she tried to find clues on what had happened. Sex magic and resurrecting the dead don't make people disappear. Frantically flipping through the pages, this was not supposed to happen. Lucy could feel her heart thumping, and her hands were trembling, where did she send Erin and Jack. She then heard a thud from downstairs, and Lucy stopped. This was getting weird. Jack's parents, she realized. Fuck, if they were awake, she will be in a lot of trouble. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" Lucy yelled to herself and ran out of the room. An Attic Nightmere. Jack had followed Robert upstairs to the attic. He struggled to see how the space would be turned into his bedroom. A massive trunk, a decrepit dollhouse and an ancient full-length mirror covered in rust were the only things that filled the space. It looked more like a scene from a clich d horror movie. While Robert waited on Erin, Jack circled around him. He had this vibe that Jack really hated. Like he was some entitled frat boy. Jack had read about him, failed business ventures, multiple marriages, some for money. Robert finally lost it all in 1929 and disappeared from public record. They both turned, hearing someone coming up. Erin was carrying a lantern as she walked to Robert, a big smile on her face. This wasn't going to be pretty, Jack said to himself. "Robert," she said, resting the lantern on the trunk. Erin then gave him a long hug, wrapping her arms around him. Robert just kept his arms by his sides and looked away. Jack sighed, knowing that there was no point in getting angry. She then kissed him and said, "I'm so sorry. I was a fool and the drink got on me." "It is fine, my darling." Robert then rested his hand on her stomach. "Are you?" "No. I am not with child." Erin glanced at this hand and then back up, hopeful. "I want to be; with you." "I wish that as well. But soon. I; we have dealings that need to be cleared. But I wish it too. And when these deals;" Jack couldn't watch Robert struggle to pacify Erin with vague words anymore. He saw something move behind Erin. There was someone else. The figure then struck Erin in the back of the head. It took a step closer, Jedediah Franklin with a fireplace poker in his hands. Erin was on the floor, bleeding but still alive. Her eyes focused on Robert, and she called out his name. The elder Franklin aimed the poker and swung for the final blow. He had to look away. Jack couldn't watch her die; it was too much. But there Erin stood, alongside Jack; her hair undone and flowing and looking at him. Her apron was gone, and she had undone the first two buttons of her shirt like before. Her face dropping and she raised a hand, blocking her view of her own dead body. "I always hated this moment. Watching my body handled like meat," Erin said. Her tone was more of annoyance and disgust than sadness. "I'm so sorry." Erin took his hand and held it close to her. "There's nothing you could've done. This is where I was, whenever I wasn't with you. Seeing my death over and over." "Was that why you didn't want to believe in the ritual?" "Somewhat. While I couldn't touch anything, and possibly be treated as some curiosity. I would have taken being a specter than watch this again." Alice Franklin had joined them in the attic. She held on to the lantern as Jedediah and Robert lifted Erin's dead body, directing them down the stairs. Jack visibly winced as he heard the Franklins mock Erin and ask if someone should have done the last rites. "There is something that I must tell you," Erin said, taking a step closer. Their faces inches apart. "When Patrick died, he lost all our money in a card game. I was told that I've become too old to marry and I should just work. The Franklins gave me a job and I felt that was it. Then I met Robert. I felt my life had begun again." Erin gave a faint smile and carried on, "We courted for a few months, until he took me while his mother and father were in New York. Weeks passed and I thought that I was with child. I told him and he choked me." "I knew that I picked the wrong man. But still believed that I could be something more than a maid through him. That he could take me away from a bucket. Now I have you. You make me hopeful. What I want to say is that I love you. I know I am this spirit and; Jack interrupted her and said, "I love you too." He grinned. They kissed again. Erin wrapped her arm around his neck, pushing herself against his chest. She parted her lips and moaned, welcoming Jack's invading tongue. He had his hand resting on the small of her back, not letting her go, and their tongues twirled. Erin then broke their embrace. Her lips turned into a smirk; she had a dirty idea. "Let's leave. I hated this room. Well, until it was changed." She then took him downstairs. Both were soon running and laughing. Erin pulled him into the master bedroom and pushed him onto the bed. This room would later belong to Jack's parents. Thankfully for him and his erection, the room was completely different in 1898. A lot of heavy furniture, with drapes everywhere and a parquet floor. He was lying on the bed, a four-poster bed that was made out of solid wood, while the mattress was very soft and lumpy. Erin crawled and laid next to him. She quickly got on top of him and stared into his eyes, a small smile forming on her face. She pressed her lips to his, swiftly parting them and sliding her tongue out. The tips of their tongues met again, snaking over each other as their bodies grinded. They tore through their clothing, ignoring any damage as they got nude, Erin especially not caring at the state of her ripped uniform. She wished to never see it again. Jack kissed down her neck and reached her milky, perky tits. He instantly attacked them with his mouth, giving both nipples considerable attention. Erin's breathing was becoming more rapid; a deep, warm glow rippled from her crotch. She pulled Jack up, her eyes drifted down, focusing on his powerful erection. It was making her mouth water. She wanted another taste. Her delicate, soft fingers wrapped around his heavy shaft, and she looked back at Jack. Smirking at him. Just like minutes, hours or maybe days before, Erin kneeled in front of Jack's cock. She had no explanation for why he was here, in purgatory with her, but if this was to be the end, she really wanted one more taste of his cock. She made him groan as she brushed her lips against his swollen head. Erin parted her lips, ready to suck on his tip, but stopped. She looked up at Jack; he had this kind look, his eyes dilated, and he just smiled back at her. Erin could feel herself glow, and she went back to his cock, carefully guiding the head to her waiting mouth. She was scared for a moment, missing Lucy's guiding voice. But soon, Erin's cravings took over and she slurped on his tip, swirling her tongue around it. Erin then wrapped her fingers around the shaft, looked Jack in the eye, slowly bobbing her head up and down. It was easier this time. Erin felt more confident in swallowing his cock. She scooted forward, her perky tits pressing on his balls as she took in another inch of his cock. "Oh, god. Erin," Jack said, stunned. He couldn't believe the change in Erin. She was swallowing more and more of his cock with complete ease. But they both stopped and looked up; they had a visitor. Alice Franklin walked around the bed, going to the dresser, totally ignoring them as she searched the drawers. Jack pulled his focus away from her to Erin; she looked as confused as he was. She released his cock from her lips but slowly stroked it as she stared at Mrs. Franklin. Seconds passed, but there was no reaction from the older woman. Jack waved at her and even Erin called her name, addressing her formally as she used to do. But Mrs. Franklin didn't respond. She didn't just ignore them; to them, it felt like couldn't see them at all. Jack stroked Erin's chin and pointed to his cock. Erin grinned and lowered her mouth down, sensually kissing the tip. She then ran her tongue up and down the underside of his shaft before swallowing the head. Jack moaned again. Erin firmly sucked on the head, slurping on it as her hand worked the shaft. She had her eyes on him, watching Jack's contorted face. He loved it. Erin now hunched over Jack's cock, ready to take more of it. She took him deeper and deeper, his head grazing the back of her throat. She remembered Lucy's advice, taking it slow and breathe. Erin didn't gag, her throat stretched out and eagerly taking his full length. "Erin! Fuck. That feels so good." Erin was ecstatic hearing those words and moaned on his cock. She had her lips pressed against his crotch, completely buried and held him there till her eyes started to water. Slowly, Erin pulled back and wrapped her hand around his wet, drool-covered shaft, pumping her fist as she sucked on Jack's throbbing tip. With her eyes locked on his, Erin bobbed her head on his cock. She pulled her hand back and forced the rigid pole into her throat again. Jack grunted in appreciation, shuddering as he felt her tongue. He reached out, brushing strands of her auburn hair away from her face. He couldn't believe it, a teenage crush that he was now in love with, enthusiastically sucking on his cock. With his other hand, Jack grasped her perky tits, squeezing the flesh to her delight. Alice Franklin returned to the room, joined by Jedediah. But both Jack and Erin didn't care. She stayed focus on his cock, moaning on his shaft as she felt Jack pinch and pull her nipples. She actually wished the Franklins could see her, sucking a penis in their bed. "Oh god, Erin. I'm going to cum soon if you keep that up." Erin as tasted his precum, she remembered Lucy showing her videos of women swallowing men's semen. Seeing those women and recalling when she caught Lucy and Jack together, she was intrigued. She pondered the taste and how it would feel. She pulled his cock out of her mouth, beads of spit dripping down the corner of her lips. Erin narrowed her eyes and said, "I want to taste your cum, Jack." Erin then stuffed his cock back in her mouth. She frantically bobbed her head while pumping her fist along his veiny shaft. She would stop for a moment, swirling her tongue over the sore head, then going back to thrusting her mouth up and down. Erin knew that Jack was close; he was grunting and shaking, his cock wildly twitching in her mouth. "Oh, Erin. Fuck;" Jack clenched his fists, wanting to grab something as he released a torrid of cum in Erin's open mouth. Her eyes widened, but she kept on stroking his cock, filling the back of her throat with more jizz. They both groaned as more spurts erupted, hitting Erin in the lips and chin. Whatever magic that brought him here had an effect on his penis; he'd never cum that much. One more release, and Jack was done, collapsing on the bed. Erin raised her head, looking at him and swallowed his load. It tasted salty and unusual, but still, she craved more. Erin ran her fingers over her chin and lips, scooping up blobs of his jizz before sticking her finger in her mouth. She wanted to try that again. Jack pulled her up and gently kissed her on the lips. As Erin parted her lips and allowed his tongue to invade her mouth, Jack wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him. She pressed her tits against his chest as their tongues dueled. Jack slid his hand down, feeling up Erin's toned ass. "That was perfect," Jack said, now kissing down her neck. "Thank; Oh," Erin replied, Jack's already erect cock. "You feel passionate," she said, stroking his cock, "We should try again? Dog-style?" Jack grinned and said, "You mean doggy-style?" "Okay," Erin laughed. Jack smirked back at her, she's so cute. He then slowly pushed Erin down, getting on top of her. His cock was already incredibly hard, painfully hard, rubbing against her thigh. He had never recovered this quickly after cumming. Jack just chalked it up to the sex magic. He broke their kiss and sat up. Reaching behind him, Jack grabbed a couple of pillows; both were very soft and lumpy. How did people in the nineteenth century sleep? Erin then gave him instant command of her body and Jack shifted her, so she was on her hands and knees. She looked over her shoulder and smirked back at him. He leaned over, quickly kissed her and said, "This is doggy-style." Jack then wedged the pillows under her stomach. Now staring at her tight, pert ass, Jack could swear that his cock grew another inch. He slipped his fingers between Erin's thighs, amazed at how wet she felt. Erin moaned as Jack teased her, slipping a finger deep past her lips. He added another one, sliding them further pass her moist folds. Over the sounds of her whimpers, Jack slowly thrust his fingers. He then grabbed hold of his cock and positioned his tip at the entrance of her pussy. Erin groaned as she felt the bulb of his cock rub up against her swollen pussy lips. Inhaling, Jack slid his cock into her cunt in one long, slow push. Erin grunted and moaned as she felt Jack's hard cock invade her pussy again. "Oh, yes; Jack!" Erin threw her head back and moaned in appreciation. Remembering how tight she felt around his cock, Jack left his cock deep inside her for a while. The tightening of her cunt caressed his cock, making him shake with delight. There was a mirror in front of them; there were several around them, and Erin nodded her head. She wanted more. Jack pulled his cock out till just his pulsating head was being clutched by her pussy. He then gently thrust it back in, getting another moan from Erin. "More," Erin yelled. Nodding his head, Jack grabbed her soft tits. He tugged on her nipples, while picking up the pace of his strokes. Erin let out another cry, sounding like she wanted it faster. It didn't take her long to push her ass back, meeting every one of Jack's powerful thrusts. Her pussy tightened around his shaft, giving him an indescribable feeling as he fucked harder and faster. Erin was now trembling and shaking. She would let out a short yelp after each hard thrust. Then someone else entered the room, Robert. He must have been back after staging her accident. The hatred she had for him, her love for Jack, and the lush sensation of his cock, fueled another orgasm for the night. "Oh yes; Oh yes; Oh Lord yes!" Erin cried out in a high-pitch tone. Jack drove his rampant cock all the way into her, over and over again, just as fast as she wanted. She was breathless and quivering; her body was on fire, never been filled like this before. Jack held her tightly, ignoring her cries, and rammed his raging cock. She was getting close. Robert was now standing in front of them, facing Jack. He wished that piece of shit could see them. Erin moaned again, tightly gripping Mrs. Franklin's sheets, panting. She arched her back and gritted her teeth. Her eyes rolled back, slamming her hips backwards, the walls of her pussy clamping down on Jack's mauling cock. Erin howled in delight, her fingers ripping the bedsheet, much to her delight, as she spasmed in an orgasmic frenzy. She crashed forward, whimpering as she trembled in post-climax high. Jack held on her ass tightly, still plunging his cock in and out of her soaked, velvet pussy. His heart was thumping, struggling to hold off his own orgasm. Jack could feel the pressure building in his balls. Erin slowly woke up and shook her ass, her pussy clamped around his charging cock again, making him cum. Jack grunted and roared as he erupted. Erin sighed and moaned, feeling Jack's cock explode deep inside her, making her tremble in ecstasy. Another rope of his jizz filled her womb, followed by another. Once finished, Jack collapsed next to her, his brain mushed in a post cum daze. She had a broad grin, smugly satisfied that her pussy was filled by her lover's cum, while the people she hated the most watched them. Quietly moaning, feeling the hot cum seep down her thighs, Erin leaned forward. Her tits pressed against Jack's chest as she kissed him. Recovering from the intensity of their orgasm, they passionately kissed before breaking, pressing their foreheads together. "I love you," they said in unison and kissed again. Erin quickly fell asleep. Jack remembered this was just like last time. He jumped up on the bed, his bed. They had returned back to his room. He checked the alarm clock; it was half-three in the morning. No Lucy. Jack stroked Erin's chin; he could still touch her, he guessed that was positive. "Erin; Erin; Erin," Jack said, trying to wake her. No response. She was trapped in a deep sleep. "Fuck!" Lucy yelled, standing by the door. She rushed to the bed. "You're back?" "Yeah?" Jack replied, looking back at Erin. "Is she asleep?" "I think." "Okay," Lucy nodded her head, "Your parents are still downstairs and they're acting fucking weird." The final complication. Jack rushed back downstairs, with Lucy following. Their footsteps thundered against the wooden steps, but it didn't wake Jack's still slumbering parents in the living room. They were fine; the concoction that Lucy had given them was making them roll around in their sleep. Not too serious. Slamming the door open, Jack found Erin still unconscious. He yelled her name and gently, then roughly shook her. Still nothing. He tilted her head back, opening her mouth; Jack then leaned in and felt her breath. Relieved, he sighed but still had no idea what to do next. "Still down?" Lucy asked, crouching down next to him. "Yeah. It's like she's in this deep sleep." Jack shook Erin again for Lucy's benefit. Still nothing. Lucy said, "Shit," annoyed. She lifted Erin's arm and let it go. "Wow." "What do we do? Call an ambulance?" "What are you going to tell the paramedic? My formerly-ghost girlfriend from 1890s is now in coma?" "You got any ideas?" Lucy prodded Erin in the arm and just said, "Fuck." "Where's the grimoire?" Jack asked. She scurried to the other side of the room and quickly returned. Jack watched her flip through the pages, her unblinking gaze not giving him much hope. It was going to be morning soon, and here he was with a sleeping naked woman and a medium. What would he say to his parents when they wake up? Lucy slammed the book and shook her head. "Fuck!" Jack yelled; it was starting to get exhausting. "Of course, it doesn't say anything." "Dude, this was written by a guy who works at Outback Steakhouse and is a BTS fan." "I'm sorry," Jack said, turning back to Erin, "What do we do with her?" "We should move her." Jack nodded his head. "Where?" "My apartment is like twenty minutes away. She can crash there until she wakes." "Fuck it." Jack said, shrugging. Jack looked around for her clothes, and found that her uniform had gone missing. They quickly dressed her in Jack's old sweats, then carried her downstairs. His parents were still sleeping, something else Jack would have to deal with, but later. They sat Erin down in the back with Jack by her side. Fifteen minutes later, they were at Lucy's apartment. At 3:30 am, there was no traffic to slow them down. Jack scooped Erin up in his arms, her petite frame weighing nothing. There was no one on the streets, no one that could catch a guy and a girl carrying an unconscious woman into the building. God, if he got arrested now. Lucy's apartment was small, a one-bedroom, and messy. Clothes everywhere, Wiccan d cor and a toy cauldron on the coffee table. They put Erin on the couch; a soft moan escaped her lips as she bounced against the cushion. He watched her lips curl into a smile; if she was dreaming, she was enjoying the dream. There was nothing else for him to do. Jack just had to pray that Erin would wake up soon. He still hadn't asked himself if she was actually human and if their sex magic worked. She could disappear again. He had to stay positive. Jack turned back to Lucy and asked, "Can you keep an eye on her?" "Yeah," she said, covering Erin with a blanket. "I'll let you know if anything happens." He thanked Lucy and left. Tired but still having to deal with his parents, Jack walked home. He took a couple of steps but then stopped. Squinting his eyes, Jack bobbed his head like he was trying to work something out. "Did I fucking time-travel?" Christmas In the Old Mansion. Jack thought about ignoring his sister and staying in bed. But it was pointless. He knew that his mom would be ringing him sooner or later, demanding that he come down. Reaching for his phone, it was 10:15 am on December 25th, Christmas morning. Still no messages from Lucy. Yesterday, she told him that Erin had awoken for a moment and moved her head, and then fell back asleep. Erin didn't say a word or ask where she was. The way Lucy explained it, Erin was just slowly recovering her energy since becoming possibly human. Jack still didn't know if the ritual had worked or not. It had been like this for the last couple of days. Looking at his past messages, a lot of them were about asking Lucy if she could still touch Erin. That could look weird. She could, which Jack took as a positive. It was the only thing that he had. He knew he had to be patient; maybe something would happen, or not happen. Jack was just sick of not knowing. He heard his sister yell his name again. Walking downstairs, his parents were on the couch, holding coffee mugs, while his sisters were sitting by the tree. It was like they were kids again, tearing through the wrapping paper. He didn't really care what he got, with Erin taking over his mind, but did his best to look enthusiastic when opening his presents. Lucy finally texted Jack hours later. But he was in the kitchen, with his sisters, and away from his phone. Beth saw that he got a message from Lucy, her face lighting up as she turned to Jack. He had a good relationship with both his sisters, loved them both, but they could annoy the shit out of him. Especially when they had something over him. Like that time when Beth found out he got caught with a joint by a cop. A month of being her chauffeur drove him mad. "So, who's Lucy?" She asked, barely hiding her grin. Beth moved away from the stove and stood by her sister, checking out the message. "Mom said that you met some girl called Erin?" "Yeah." Jack nodded, effortlessly taking his phone off them. He checked the text; Erin had been away for a while and drank something. "Lucy's Erin's roommate," he said, "Erin lost her phone and she's sick right now. I was just asking how she is." Beth went aww, while Katie stayed silent. Jack knew he was lucky that it was Christmas and there was stuff to do. The onslaught would have to wait for now. When they first met Laura, Beth wanted to know everything about her, the films she liked, what music she was into and how serious it was. Katie was different, less manic, just asking if he felt that Laura was cool. If everything had worked and Erin could actually meet people, Jack knew he needed to prep her before meeting his family. It would have to be soon. Knowing his sisters, Beth and Katie would demand it the next couple of days. It would need to be somewhere where they served a lot of alcohol. "Is she really an actress?" Katie asked, now waving a knife. Rolling his eyes, he wished she was more focused on dicing onions than on him. Opening another beer, he said, "Yeah. But it's an amateur thing and that she is covering for someone and that she will probably won't do it again." Both sisters then looked at each other. Something was up; Jack could see it. Was something he said, was that it, it had to be. Beth then turned back to him and asked, "What does she do?" Without thinking, Jack said, "House-sitter," and finished his beer. He was blessed that his father yelled his name, asking for help. After fixing the router, they sat down for dinner. They talked about the usual stuff during the meal; thankfully, no one mentioned Erin. Jack felt calm, probably because he was focusing on something other than his ghost girlfriend. The Sick and the tired. Jack now walked a couple of steps behind his parents. His sisters flanked him as they walked down the empty streets to the movie theater. He had no idea what everyone else wanted to watch; he prayed that it was something easy, he didn't want to pay attention. He was barely listening to his sister as they walked. They talked about the not-so-secret Taylor Swift Christmas concert. He just said uh-huh at the right moments, walking along, with a hand wrapped around his phone in case it buzzed. It finally vibrated minutes later. Lucy had messaged him. Erin was awake and had been for a while. She even sent him a photo, Erin still wearing his clothes, lying on the couch, her eyelids barely open. Lucy said that he should come now if he wanted to see her. "Hey Mom, Dad, I'm not feeling great right now," Jack said, clutching his stomach. It was the first thing that he could think of. He hoped that he could remember his acting techniques when he used to play sick during junior high. His mom turned around and asked, "What's wrong?" "I feel like; nauseous and everything really aches." Jack told his parents that he should probably skip the movie and rest back home. His mom threw a couple of questions at him, asking what was wrong, how it happened and if he needed anything. He mentioned Erin's name, saying that she was also sick. Katie perked up in the corner of his eye when he mentioned Erin. This was all he needed, a sister playing detective. He convinced them to still see the movie, saying that he would go straight to bed. That there was no point in them breaking from tradition. Jack walked away from them slowly. After a couple of blocks, he rushed back to the house and jumped in his car. Annoyingly, he would have to drive past the movie theater to get to Lucy's apartment. "Hey," Lucy said, opening the door, "You're fast." "Yeah." Jack nodded. He was pretty sure that he ran a couple of red lights getting here. He just needed to see her quickly, see if she was okay and then leave. "How is she?" "Okay. It's like she got the flu or something. I've been giving her some fluids and Tylenol." "Has she eaten anything?" "Vegetable soup," Lucy said, shrugging her shoulders, "I have no idea what she can eat. You know when you go abroad and you can't drink the water because of local bacteria or shit? I don't know if she can handle meat or dairy." Jack opened the door to the living room but turned to Lucy, "Thank you for everything. Sorry that you had to spend your whole day looking after her." "It's nothing. I want to help," Lucy replied, "Now get in there." Walking into the room, Jack found Erin still on the sofa. A couple of blankets covered every inch of her body apart from her head. There was no color on her face, reminding Jack how she used to look like. Bags under her eyes and her hair was a mess. She clasped a mug of something, inhaling the aroma. Erin then looked up and smiled, "Jack." She was weary, and her voice creaked. She tried to raise her arms, possibly hug him but gave up. He rushed to her side and asked, "How are you?" "I'm okay." Jack said, "You sure?" With a quiet tone, letting know her it was okay if she wasn't. Erin paused, then shrugged her shoulders. "No. I feel so tired and sick. And I hate everything." "Wow. Welcome to being an adult in the 21st century. We all feel like that." "Great." Erin threw her head back, then said, "So this is what being human feels like after so many years? It's painful. There is something else. I been having these dreams. That I am still with the Franklins. They follow me through your house. But your house how it looks now." "Oh. I'm sorry." Erin shook her head and said, "Please don't. It's not your fault. I think of them and I feel myself passing through the couch and then I remember I am here." Their hands touched, and Erin quickly began to smile. She then asked, "So, tell me about your Christmas. What presents did you get?" "Oh. My parents got me a new laptop bag and a cold brew bottle. My sisters went fifty-fifty and got me a pair of Jordans." Erin blinked and said, "I don't know what that means." She then yawned, and her eyes slowly shut. "Just tell me more about how your Christmas went." Jack gave her a brief breakdown on his Christmas, trying not to bore her. But there was really little to say; he had sleepwalked through the day. Jack saw a quick smile on her face when he told her that his sisters were pestering him for details about her. But slowly, she drifted off and was back asleep. "Hey Jack," Lucy said, calling him into the kitchen. "So, I'm thinking that Erin should see someone. Like a therapist?" For a second, Jack was surprised. "Really?" "She's been stuck in the same house for a hundred years, watching herself get killed over and over. That's got to fuck you up." "No. I know that's completely true and she should have someone to talk to. Just, didn't think that mediums were pro-therapy." "If you speak to ghosts, you would be pro-therapy as well. They are always fucked up. Most need Valium." Jack smiled. He looked back at Erin and said, "Suggest it to her. It'll probably be best coming from you. The problem is who can see her? Like she needs health insurance." "I'm been thinking about that. No way Erin can function in the real world. She hasn't got a social, birth certificate or a passport. She can't just depend on you for money." "I know." "And?" "I'm working on it." Jack had an idea or half one; he still needed to ask around. "You better work on it quicker. Erin's getting antsy. She wants to explore the world, go on a plane, see Paris." Jack nodded and looked back at Erin. "Keep her calm. She still needs to walk after she can run, or the other way round." "Sure." "I gotta go." Jack said. He left the kitchen and checked on Erin again; she was soundly sleeping. "I'll be here in the morning. Now excuse me, I have to pretend to be sick." "Hey, I have something that can help. It's like diluted ayahuasca." Jack stopped and turned around. He stared back at Lucy's grinning face just before gently closing the front door. Still, he had no idea if she was just joking. Erin Tours The Town. A couple days later, Jack was called to Lucy's place. He could hear voices behind the door and the sounds of footsteps as he waited outside Lucy's apartment. He had texted Lucy earlier; she said that Erin was more awake than before and he should come around. That was good to hear. Jack didn't like to be in constant worry. Also, it was way too early in the relationship for him to have to deal with stuff like this. He just wanted to spend time with his girlfriend and not think if she would fade away or be trapped in a house. Erin opened the door, smiling instantly at him. She looked better. Erin had discarded Jack's sweats for some yoga pants and hoodie, probably from Lucy's wardrobe. Color had returned to her face, and the bags under her eyes had disappeared. She had brushed her hair, tying it up in a loose ponytail. She had her arms around his neck, and Erin quickly pulled him down for a long kiss. She felt so good to touch. Jack didn't realize how much he missed having her in his arms. He wanted to take her somewhere private. When they stopped kissing, Erin smirked back at him, and Jack knew she had the same dirty thoughts. But then Erin yawned, and he knew that they had to take their time. "How are you?" He asked, trying not to wince. He guessed that Erin was getting sick of that question. She smiled, leading him to the sofa and sat down. Erin pulled her feet up and said, "Better. I can get up and walk and bathe. I had my first shower ;  a hot shower." Erin grinned and giggled to herself. Seeing that response, Jack realized he really didn't know that much about plumbing in the 1800s. "It felt so good. I feel like I'm getting stronger and have more vigor." "I'm guessing those are Lucy's clothes?" "Yeah," Erin said, blushing, "she said that I should wear something else. Her clothing looks strange but so interesting. Just disappointing that they don't really fit." Looking at her, she is right. Jack could tell that the clothes she had on were supposed to be for Lucy's curves, not Erin's petite frame. He needed to take her shopping. "I will return your clothes after I launder them." "No, no, no. You don't have to." "I want to. It was my job. And I need to know how to use these machines." The bedroom door opened, and Lucy walked in. She was dressed similar to Erin, yoga pants and a sweatshirt. She sat on the chair and said, "Morning." Jack greeted her and then asked them what their plans were for today. "I could do a coffee run? Erin could try her first latte." Lucy said. "How about we go outside," Erin replied, "I wish to leave the apartment for a while. And I'd like to see some of the city." Jack nodded and said, "Give her a tour of Portland and then brunch?" Their first stop was at the harbor. There used to be cheap apartment buildings around the docks, but the way Erin described it, they were more like slums. Her old apartment had disappeared. Jack looked it up for her, finding out that two years after she died, there was a huge fire which gutted the entire neighborhood. "Maybe I should thank the Franklins." Erin said with a wry smile. They walked a couple of blocks up and stopped at St. Dominic's Parish. It was the church that Erin used to attend regularly. She would be there every Sunday for Mass and would stop off after her shift ended for prayer. Erin left Jack and Lucy outside, knowing that it wasn't their scene and she needed to be alone for this. The church hadn't changed much; a new coat of paint was all she could see. There were a few people seated in the pews that ignored Erin as she walked to the statue of the Virgin Mary. They didn't care that she was dressed in casual clothes. A big difference from when she was alive, a woman in pants would be refused entry, and there would be talk of excommunication. Erin lit a candle and said a prayer. It was a quick one, honoring those she had lost since being trapped in that house. She could come back on Sunday and see how Mass had changed, or she wouldn't. Erin hadn't decided yet. She found Jack and Lucy both on their phones. They stopped and looked up at her, both giving Erin concerned looks. While she appreciated the gesture, she wanted something else and asked to eat. Lucy picked a place nearby but warned Erin about her choices. She, as well as Jack, was worried about what food that Erin could eat. They both suggested eating something simple, slowly get used to pasteurized milk, additives and pesticides. All Erin could do was nod her head and not scream in frustration, blocking out all the exciting food around her. "Wave-us ranch-us?" She repeated Jack's order. Erin listened to them and ordered a bowl of oatmeal. It was what she used to eat back in 1898. "Huevos rancheros," Jack said again. "It's eggs on tortillas with beans and salsa." "That sounds so intriguing. I really want to try." "Erin," Lucy said, "Just take your time. We just don't want you to take a bite and puke everywhere because your stomach isn't used to modern bacteria or something. It's like learning to drink. You start small, wine coolers and beer and build your tolerance and soon you'll be finishing a bottle of vodka all by yourself." Jack rolled his eyes and said, "Not in that way but yeah. It's a vaccine. Take a small bite of fruit or a sip of milk and get used of it." He took a sip of coffee and then shook his head. "Shit!" Jack said, but quiet enough that no one else heard. "I still haven't sorted out getting a physical or something. I mean Erin hasn't been vaccinated." "Yeah. There was this disease that you call polio and it affected people in Boston. The stories were terrifying. I really want to be protected." "Yeah, but how?" Lucy asked. "There's a way," Jack said, "A way?" Lucy repeated. "There's this guy in my building, he buys his sneakers and mushrooms on the dark web." Jack then turned to Erin and said, "The dark web is where you can buy illegal things. He said that you can buy passports, birth certificate, and socials. You can even get a high school diploma." "Really?" Lucy leaned in, "Like any school?" "Maybe," Jack replied. "I'd like to get an education by myself," Erin said, glancing at the two of them. "I know that I will have to take the fake social and birth certificate to survive. But I want to be in charge of my own future." "That's fair." Jack nodded. The food then arrived, and Erin stared at the bowl of oatmeal. It was like the gruel she used to have while growing up in Ireland. It tasted better than the watery sludge of oat she used to survive on. But looking at Jack's plate, it was not what Erin wanted right now. "So, what next?" Jack asked, putting his wallet away. "We could see more of the city? Also, Erin needs some clothes." Lucy replied. Erin finished her coffee and stared at the cup; it wasn't enough. "I would love to," she said, "but I feel so tired." Lucy nodded and said, "I think this is the longest you've been awake for." "Rest up and we'll talk later." Jack then leaned in and kissed her goodbye. *** Erin stared out of the window, watching in amazement as the plane climbed higher and higher into the sky. She was with Lucy, driving to a store, which meant going past the airport. She had remembered reading about airships and possible flight. But that was in 1898, now they have gone to the Moon and want to travel to other planets. Looking up at the plane, she was going to be there soon. Either with Jack or by herself, but definitely soon. In the last couple of days, Erin was eating more, developing actual stamina and didn't need to take frequent naps. With the increase in energy, she craved to be out of the apartment, exploring more of the city and finding out what else had changed. She had gotten lucky as Lucy's apartment was not that far from where Erin lived, and she could see how the neighborhood transformed. Lucy parked the car in the lot, and they both got out. Erin stared at the store ;  Target. Since being flesh and blood again, she had been borrowing Lucy's clothes, and she didn't like it. Erin felt terrible about being a burden on her, and Lucy's clothes didn't really fit her. "What do we need to get?" Lucy locked the car and said, "Just the basics." Erin nodded, looking away. Her eyes caught a girl, mid-twenties like her. She wore an overlong emerald sweater and boots that went past her knees. Also, sunglasses. Erin wanted to ask Lucy if this was common but was worried about sounding stupid. The nineteenth-century values of modesty and pureness, and calling chicken bosoms instead of chicken breasts, was still stuck in her. Seeing women her own age dressing so casually, showing off more flesh and wearing form-fitting clothes, Erin wanted to return to Lucy's couch. There were more changes that Erin had to get used to inside the store. She had thought of Target as a department store but larger. The sheer size of it shocked her. And that all the products, clothes, groceries and electronics were out in the open. There were no large, ornate wooden counters, wall-high glass cabinets, or mustached clerks in smocks. But there are a lot more options, and it's brighter. "You're like what? Extra small?" Lucy asked. "I guess." Erin said, taking her word for it. "What should I buy?" "I don't know, probably jeans, leggings, a couple of t-shirts and some tops. Also socks, bras and panties." Lucy paused, seeing Erin blush and try not to laugh. "Oh yeah, sneakers. How do those Nikes feel?" "Uncomfortable. I'm sorry." "No worries, I think you're size bigger." Erin nodded and asked, "How much did he give you to spend?" She was in the bathroom when Jack popped over at the apartment in the morning, overhearing them talk about shopping. Erin had to rely on Jack and also Lucy to survive, she accepted that, but it felt uncomfortable. "He gave me around two hundred." "Two-two hundred dollars?" "Yeah?" "That's impossible. That's more than what I earned in a year. He's given me too much." "Really?" Lucy pulled out her phone and searched for a dollar inflation calculator. Erin nodded. She hugged herself and looked away. Her eyes caught a sign, jeans for twenty dollars. That didn't sound right. "Oh," Lucy said, "He gave you the equivalent of six dollars and some change." "Still, that was two days of pay for me." They started shopping, and Lucy instantly took her to the underwear section. It took a while for Erin to get used to buying bras and panties. A store owner would never dream of displaying woman's bloomers. She felt herself going red, which she hated. Shaking her head, Erin took a deep inhale and asked Lucy how many bras she should get without blushing. Lucy then picked up a couple of hoodies, and Erin nodded, letting her drop them in the cart. Erin was amazed at how soft and comfortable the material felt as she ran her fingers over the fabric. Not stiff or feeling like burlap. Also, how simple it is. No corsets or bustles. No spending an hour dressing yourself or helping the lady of the house. "Is this what women wear now?" Erin asked. She noticed how everyone dressed so casual, like they were going to exercise. "It's very informal," she said, not knowing if it's a good thing or not. "That's the trend now." Lucy picked up a white t-shirt and raised it to her chest. "And you are going to see models, actresses, influencers wear t-shirts like these that cost thousand dollars." "A thousand dollars?" "Yeah," Lucy said, placing a pair of leggings in the cart, "And you're going to need more clothes later. These are cool for chilling in the apartment. But what you going to do later?" "What do you mean?" "Like your plans. You going to get a job? You said you want to go to college, what you going to major in? And are you going to stay in Portland?" Erin shook her head. She hadn't given that much thought. "Hey," Lucy said, "You can still stay with me. But I don't know what that sofa is going to do to your back. If Jack comes through with a social and ID, you can get a job." Erin nodded. But then she thought about what type of jobs could she really do. "I'm guessing you don't want to be a maid again." "I was not a maid." "No?" "No. A maid would live in the house with the family. I had my own room. I was a charwoman." Erin said. She picked up a sweater, liking the pattern and dropped it in the cart. "I cleaned houses because I had to. I'm not going to go back to that. I just need to think about what to do next. I want a real job." "I mean there is an obvious answer." "What?" "You go to college. You can major in nineteenth century U S history. It will be a breeze for you." "Wouldn't that be cheating?" "Fuck no." Lucy stopped the cart and smiled. "You went through all this trauma and now you're in a time where you can go to college and be who you want to be. Used any advantage you can." Erin nodded, and they went back to shopping. She liked the sound of going to college, something that was impossible the first time around. Studying history didn't really appeal to her, but Erin could see Lucy's point. It took them another hour to get to the checkout line. Looking at the cart, Erin hoped that they had gotten everything. Two pairs of jeans, in black & blue, leggings, four t-shirts, hoodies, sweaters, socks, a pair of white sneakers and underwear; Erin really hoped that was enough for her to live on. She caught herself staring at other women and then glancing back to the cart. Something didn't feel right. Last night, she and Jack had a long conversation over the phone. Now she could leave the apartment more often and didn't need to nap all the time; Jack said he would love to take her out. They then agreed on dinner tomorrow night. "Sorry to ask again. But you said that these clothes are okay to wear all the time? Like in the evening?" "Maybe." Lucy shrugged. Her eyes then narrowed, knowing that was something more. "Like in the evening? Like for a date?" Erin paused, remembering how the definition had changed. She nodded her head and said, "Yes." "Tonight?" Erin shook her head and replied with a small smile. Lucy looked at the pile of clothes and paused for a moment; she was working something in her head, Erin could tell. "Not for date night. Let's go to the mall." She quickly paid and grabbed Erin out of the store. They didn't drive long, maybe five minutes at most. Lucy told her about date nights and the need to dress up. It shocked her. She didn't see Lucy as a type of woman who would wear an evening gown for a dance. Erin told her what Jack had been thinking of, a simple dinner at a restaurant, maybe a quick stopover at a bar. Lucy drove to a mall, which Erin roughly knew as a building with lots of stores. It was quieter than she expected and hoped. She wanted more interaction with regular people, learning to talk to them and seeing if she could successfully fool them. Lucy dragged Erin into an H and M store and told her that it's a step above Target. Flipping through a rack, Lucy then said, "What you need is a really good dress." "Okay?" "But also, it's like 30 degrees outside. So probably something like a sweater dress." Lucy said, staring at the clothes. She pulled out a navy dress and pressed it against Erin's body. "Try this on." "I don't think this is necessary. We don't know what we are going to do." "This is your first date, like ever. Don't you want to dress hot?" Erin chuckled this time, still focused on the definition of date. She saw Lucy give her a curious look and replied, "Dating meant something different in my time. Having a date meant you would have paid a whore for the night." "Now you don't have to be a whore to dress sexy and fuck your boyfriend." Erin smirked and took the dress, slowly walking to the dressing room. Inside the stall, she quickly stripped Lucy's clothes and folded them neatly on the table. It was something that she had found herself doing a lot, muscle memory from over a hundred years ago. She slipped into the dress, remarking how comfortable the fabric felt against her skin. There were positives to the changes in fashion, she slowly understood. Erin remembered how her old clothes were stiff and heavy, realizing how much she hated wearing them. Zipping up the back, Erin then turned and faced the full-length mirror. Seeing her reflection there, she just moaned, a navy-blue dress fitted to her slender body, with long sleeves and a cowl neck. It was scandalous how the dress ended above her knees. But seeing herself, Erin praised Lucy's choice. She really looked sexy. Erin ran her hands up her sides, posing against the mirror. Something then felt off. Erin felt her heart thud in her chest. Sweat dampened her forehead. She had to get away. This was too much for her. She wanted the attic again. Her knees buckled, and she fell to the side. Instinctively, Erin raised a hand up to steady herself. But she phased through the stall, her forearm disappearing. "Oh Shit" A female voice screamed. The other stall door crashed open, and Erin could hear footsteps pounding away from her. She pulled her arm back and grabbed her chest. Breathing was hard. But Erin calmed herself down. It happened again. This was getting annoying and getting more frequent. Changing back to her regular clothes, Erin walked back to the shop floor. There was no one near her, no scared woman or guards. She found Lucy, holding a black dress. It was more revealing than the blue one she picked, but it made Erin smile. It looked cute. "You should get this also." "Yeah," Erin said. Her eyes wandered, trying to find a frightened woman. "It happened again." "Yeah. I figured. Saw some lady run out, screaming about a ghost arm." Lucy shrugged her shoulders, "I'm going to ask around. Just don't think about it." She turned her head and pointed at the intimate section. "You need to pick out some date night lingerie. Something revealing." "You are really invested." "After getting kinda fucked by Jack but hearing your voice, I'm definitely invested. It was a hot show." Lucy grinned. "Let's get you some lace bra and panties and some boots then we can go." "Do we have enough? I think we spent nearly all the money Jack gave us." Lucy paused and then said, "I still have the cash that Jack gave me. You know? From the first time. When you tried to possess me and kiss him?" A teenager walked past them and gave them a long stare. Both Erin and Lucy replied back with indifferent looks. Turning back to Lucy, Erin said, "I can't ask you spend your earnings on me. It's not;" "It doesn't matter. It's cool. I'll buy it for you. Call it a thank-you present for getting rid of that stain in the kitchen." "Thank you." Erin smiled. "I want to say that I really appreciate your support and friendship." She wrapped her arms aroun

Is this a good point- “Fellas don't let these women clown you for being happy about copping your Jordans when they were out here spending rent prices to see Chris Brown and Beyoncé They put a knot on Bobby Shmurda's forehead in Minnesota! Bobby Shmurda got jumped last night at his show in Minnesota & posted this afterwardsPooh Shiesty May Got The Best First Day Out!! that's a tuff debate cause Tee Grizzly and Gucci Mane both got classics too!!Women who out rap their significant other Monaleo washes Stunna 4 on every song and Latto clean 21 savage 9 out 10 times!!Best rap features to get in 2025 was G Herbo and Latto!21 savage new album was cool but this is the first time him and Drake missed together!!This was Shy Glizzy worst album ever!! Then he had the audacity to try to flip TCB make that A$$ Clap!!I forgot to tell yall last week how horrible them two new Glorilla songs were!!If you have goals for yourself in the New Year and are already single stay single until you accomplish them!!Online shopping is a gift and a curse if you don't have a enough discipline with your shopping habitsDo you have a favorite family member you like to buy Christmas gifts for? Do you ever question is buying gifts worth it?Congresswoman Jasmine Crockett just launched a bid for the U.S. SenateHeartbreaking story out of Odessa, TX: After a breakup, a 15-year-old planned on k*lling his ex-girlfriend outside of school but decided to go to her house and wipe out her family instead, k*lling her mom (39) and two young siblings ages 13 and 9Ex-Michigan coach Sherrone Moore charged with felony home invasion, stalking after firing Sherrone Moore was arrested hours after being fired for an “inappropriate relationship with a staff member,” with police saying the incident stemmed from an ongoing internal investigation.Shannon Sharpe gets deep about Michigan firing head coach Sherrone Moore due to an affair with a stafferThe Air Jordan 11 “Gammas” released today & sold out in 15 minutes. You can only get them for resale price nowJeezy calls out labels for paying young, traumatized rappers millions to rap about killing each other, knowing they could die while labels keep their masters!!What's some vinyl albums you would side eye someone for?? Like you know they are capping and just got for a look!!Should the news bring up people's past troubles after a tragedy? Police say a man was shot and killed late Monday at The Ebony Inn in Fairmount Heights.Security guard shoots man during fight at Ebony Inn, police sayPlanet Fitness employee completely crashed out and threatened to beat a customer, customer says, “Touch me and I'll sue y'all—I'll leave her rich!”Joy Reid Says Stephen A. Smith Gets Paid Big Money to Tear Down Black People for white people's pleasureEbro in the Morning comes to an end on Hot 97 after 13 years. Ebro Darden, Peter Rosenberg and Laura Stylez share their thoughts on the morning show ending.Funkmaster Flex Steps in as Hot 97's New Morning Voice Legendary DJ Takes Over Morning Drive Following the End of Ebro in the MorningDana White admits to shutting down Streameast: “That's one of my favorite things to do”The Game says he's the best rapper on the West Coast:“Can't nobody out-rap me, man... no one can do what I can do, and no one has my skill set.”CEO of Uncle Nearest Premium Whiskey puts man on blast for claiming they were classmates for over 3 years — 6th, 7th, and 8th grade. ‘So, I'm supposed to remember you?'The Chiefs have been eliminated from playoff contention after losing to the Chargers. This is the first time since 2014 we will not see the Chiefs in the playoffs'

Evidence from the Frontline: Mental Health in Crisis Affected Contexts, episode 5: EASE“What matters to young people? Climate, jobs, and mental health.”Early Adolescent Skills for Emotions (EASE) is an evidence-based group intervention that helps 10–15-year-olds in adversity-affected communities manage stress, anxiety, and depression through skills training. It includes seven sessions for adolescents and three for caregivers, using adapted Cognitive Behavioral Therapy (CBT) techniques delivered by trained non-specialist helpers. In this fifth episode, Sarah Harrison, Director of the Red Cross Red Crescent Movement MHPSS Hub, speaks with Professor Mark Jordans (researcher at  King's College London and Director of Research and Development at War Child), and Dr Zeinab Hijazi (Global Lead on Mental Health at UNICEF), to hear more about EASE.We learn that, while not a ‘magic wand', EASE has shown significant results and could help fill a gap in mental health support for young people in crisis-affected and low-resource settings. Mark, Sarah, and Zeinab discuss the rigorous training, competencies, and supervision needed for non-specialist providers, and the journey to develop, test and adapt EASE for implementation worldwide, including scale-up in Ukraine. They discuss future research opportunities, such as youth-led research or strengthening and simplifying the intervention. We learn that EASE should be integrated into a broader system of care, informed by national policy frameworks and practice standards. Key resources for practitionersEarly Adolescent Skills for Emotions (EASE) – manual and practice materials in multiple languages published by the World Health OrganisationUNICEF Adolescent Mental Health Hub- resources for frontline workers, adolescents, and caregiversReach Now- a tool developed by War Child, for use by community members without a professional mental health background, to improve identification of mental health problems in young people and promote care seeking.Read more about the research:Mark J.D. Jordans et al. Evaluation of the Early Adolescent Skills for Emotions (EASE) intervention in Lebanon: A randomized controlled trial. Comprehensive Psychiatry, Volume 127 (2023). Bryant RA et al. (2022) Effectiveness of a brief group behavioural intervention on psychological distress in young adolescent Syrian refugees: A randomised controlled trial. PLoS Med 19(8): e1004046. Brown, F. et al. The Cultural and Contextual Adaptation Process of an Intervention to Reduce Psychological Distress in Young Adolescents Living in Lebanon. Front. Psychiatry, 23 March 2020, Sec. Public Mental Health, Volume 11 - 2020Hamdani, Syed Usman et al. (2024) Effectiveness of a group psychological intervention to reduce psychosocial distress in adolescents in Pakistan: a single-blind, cluster randomised controlled trial. The Lancet Child & Adolescent Health, Volume 8, Issue 8, 559 – 570. Evidence from the Frontline: Mental Health in Crisis-Affected Contexts is a six-episode mini-series produced in collaboration between the MHPSS Hub and Elrha, designed for practitioners working in humanitarian and crisis contexts, the series highlights impactful interventions and practical insights from experts in the field. 

One this episode of the podcastHow early is too early to get your kids in clothes for Christmas instead of toys?Nail tech goes viral for refusing to serve a 9-year-old boy after his mother asked to get his nails done!!Foot Locker Is Shutting Down Stores Nationwide Here's Why They're Disappearing from Your MallShoe sellers are confused on why shoes are NOT moving right now Jordans and Yeezy sit on the shelf longer and being bought for way less.TSA Secretary Sean Duffy says we need to start "Dressing with respect” at the airport and not wear pajamas!Glorilla performing with the Grambling State University Marching Band during the Bayou Classic HalftimeLoe Shimmy -3am one of them sneaky hitsShould aunties and Uncle's be able to give their kids Christmas gifts early?How soon is too soon to tell people about your bad days? Shoe sellers are confused on why shoes are NOT moving right now Jordans and Yeezy sit on the shelf longer and being bought for way less.Foot Locker Is Shutting Down Stores Nationwide Here's Why They're Disappearing from Your MallHow do you determine what TV shows to watch a which one is not to watch?Did yall know Love in Hiphop is a thing?Should all grandparents have video game systems at their house if they don't have a backyard for the kids to play in?Who got better head-to-head match with men on songs Nicki or Remy Ma?Quavo got him another one TikTok challenge to Migos “Emmitt Smith”Ex-NFL QB Trevone Boykin says Thanksgiving at Russell Wilson's mansion felt “weird” since none of Wilson's family was there.IShowSpeed has his first professional wrestling match with the help of Randy OrtonLil Wayne's daughter Regina says, 'no man is too busy to text or call,' because her dad always calls or texts her, despite being the busiest man she knowsMax B apologizes after Funk Flex played a Jim Jones diss track. Claims it wasn't his intention.Crowd was seemingly not feeling Max B performing his old song where he dissed Jim Jones.A man gets into an argument with his barber about his hairline. He walked out of the shop only to return with a gun. He then attacked the barber and threatened to end his life.Pooh Shiesty shares a snippet of his “First Day Out” record.Tom Brady & Druski are making the day after the big game a Holiday The Chiefs are 6-6 & could potentially miss the playoffs with another loss.4 dead (2 kids) and 10 wounded in a mass shooting at a child's birthday partyNFL QB Jameis Winston says he regrets letting his friends and family spend $400K a month of his money!Klay Thompson named his boat “SS Stallion” after his GF MeganKlay Thompson's dad says Megan Thee Stallion is making their family's Thanksgiving turkeyMegan Thee Stallion shows off all the food she cooked for her man Klay Thompson and his family Major Record Labels have been pressuring Spotify, Apple Music and other music-streaming platforms to increase their fees,arguing prices have lagged inflation and subscriptions remain cheap compared to video services such as Netflix.Carmelo Anthony welcomes his son Kiyan to Jordan BrandFans are tripping out after Desiigner switched up his sound to become a “LYRICAL” rapperFirst father-daughter dance held at Angola Prison for inmates who haven't seen their daughters in years and never had the chance to dance with themChicken P denies allegations after being indicted on charges including rape, attempted rape, abduction, and public indecency

From Christmas light disasters and gas station nachos to the real Jiu-Jitsu GOAT debate… this episode goes everywhere. Matt and Kenny talk about maxing out ladders for “forever lights,” free knives and Jordans, Kenny's old DJ life, celebrity Jiu-Jitsu (Tom Hardy, AC Slater, Ashton Kutcher), and then dive into who actually belongs on the BJJ Mount Rushmore. Timeline-1They break down Hodger Gracie vs Buchecha resumes, ADCC finish rates, IBJJF world titles, and why the fourth “no-gi face” might still be up for grabs. Names like Marcelo Garcia, Andre Galvão, Leandro Lo, Eddie Bravo, Tom DeBlass, Craig Jones, B-Mac/PGF and more all get thrown into the mix as they talk impact versus just competition results. Timeline-1Listeners also sent in some wild questions:Which side should your belt bar/stripes sit on?Do big guys hate when small guys pull guard and spam triangles?Is it okay to switch gyms at purple belt?And Matt drops a legendary story about a team completely imploding from relationship drama at “team barbecues.” Timeline-1Plus: Thanksgiving food talk, gas station nachos, Starbucks baristas with moon tattoos, and which teammate Matt would choke unconscious in front of their significant other (with love). Timeline-1If you train Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, obsess over memes, or argue about GOATs in the gym lobby, this one's for you.In this episode:Christmas light horror story & $800 “forever lights” mistakeFree knives, Black Friday Jordans & sponsor loveKenny's DJ background, vinyl collection & one-ear headphone breakdownShaq, Carter Cruise and why people get obsessed with new identitiesHodger vs Buchecha and the BJJ GOAT conversationBuilding a Jiu-Jitsu Mount Rushmore (Helio, Royce, Hodger/Buchecha + a no-gi future?)Purple belt loyalty & when it's okay to switch gymsGym relationship drama and how it nuked an entire teamListener Q&A: belt bar etiquette, smalls pulling guard on bigs, choking teammates in front of their familySupport the show & follow us:Please Follow BJJ Balance on all of our socials:IG: @BJJBalanceDiscord: discord.gg/bjjbalanceTik Tok: @BJJBalanceYouTube: YouTube.com/@BJJBalanceKenny IG: @FreakPartyBJJMatt IG: @oss_nation_bjjDrop your questions in the comments for a chance to be featured in the next listener Q&A!

Send us a textWhat do Swifties, Starter jackets, and edge rushers have in common? They all say something real about how culture moves us—who we admire, what we collect, and how we keep evolving. We kick things off with shoutouts and a playful debate about Taylor Swift's fan army versus the Beehive, then detour into comic book logic to settle the eternal question: who actually flies and who just jumps really well?From there, we dig into hip‑hop roots: the first tapes that lit a fuse, the 80s and 90s names that shaped taste, and the Bay Area sound that traveled hood to hood. E‑40 gets a long‑overdue appraisal—his slang, cadence, and inventiveness, and why greatness sometimes gets lost in translation when regional language keeps casual listeners at arm's length. It's part history lesson, part love letter to the artists who built the blueprint.Nostalgia takes center stage with stories about Starter jackets, first pairs of Jordans, prom fits, and the outfits that made us feel untouchable. Those memories aren't just clothes; they're core memories. We compare then and now in training too—how “max everything” became position‑specific work, why edge rushers are redefining defense, and how even the military has embraced smarter strength and conditioning. The thread continues with soccer culture, live match energy at Phoenix Rising, and how global leagues shape the game here.We close on storytelling that hits the heart: animated films packed with adult humor and precise emotional beats that still make grown folks tear up. It's all connected—music, sport, style, and the moments that made us. If you've ever argued about top fives, treasured an old photo, or chased a PR in the weight room, you'll feel right at home with this one.Enjoy the ride, share it with a friend who loves hip‑hop and throwback fits, and don't forget to follow, rate, and leave a quick review—what's your all‑time favorite nostalgia item?Thanks for listening to the Nobody's Talking Podcast. Follow us on Twitter: (nobodystalking1), Instagram : (nobodystalkingpodcast) and email us at (nobodystalkingpodcast@gmail.com) Thank you!

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Spirit Realm: Angels Demons, Spirits and the Sovereignty of God (Foreword by Jordan Maxwell) https://amzn.to/31g9ydRJordan Maxwell, the godfather of western esoterics has been bringing information to the limelight about these topics for years and has since been a forerunner in UFOlogy and the study of aliens. This is most definitely because Jordan Maxwell himself has had encounters with extraterrestrial aliens and UFOs in the past. He has shared some of these stories on podcasts and interviews with Kerry Cassidy of Project Camelot. To many, Jordans stories are far fetched and downright unbelievable but one thing they do bring with them is fascination. This fascination is then backed up with Bible doctrines and texts that talk about humans having interactions with angelic beings and objects that sound eerily like UFO ships. These stories are spread wide throughout the Bible from Genesis to Revelation. Stories about fire traveling through the skies at night giving protection to the Israelites and then appearing as a cloud by day speaking to and guiding them through the desert. There are so many obscure passages in the Bible that speak about what sounds to be a lot like aliens and UFOs. We can also go into other ancient texts such as the Vedas, The Book of Enki, The Bhagavad Gita and so on and find similar stories of the gods coming down to communicate with man. This has given Jordan Maxwell's work and stories a frame of reference when winning over the minds of those who study the ancient scriptures. There was one story that Jordan told that many people call him on and with this story he loses all credibility for many people. Jordan Maxwell tells a story about an experience that he had when he was a young boy. He tells of how he and his dog trapped a baby T-Rex in the corner of his yard and his dog was barking fiercely at the baby dinosaur. Yes, you read that right, a baby Tyrannosaurus Rex is what Jordan said that they had captured in his yard. Is this just a tall tale or is it ture? One thing for sure is that Jordan Maxwell has some great stories. Heck, have you ever heard the tales of the Thunderbirds that people report seeing? For those who study cryptozoology they are well aware of these Terrordactyl type creatures with reported wingspans of 10 to 15 feet wide.

This week on Ooohtheyfunny, the fellas dive headfirst into the chaos—starting with “The Big Beautiful Bill,” where the newly released Epstein files have Trump, Bubba, and a whole roster of shady VIPs back under the microscope, sparking a debate on whether Trump's finally feeling the heat or just treating this like another casual Tuesday of scandals. From there, the crew slides into the hilarious but terrifying idea of “If We Could See Each Other's Search History for 24 Hours,” imagining the excuses, the panic deletions, and the friendships that would NOT survive if people's 2 a.m. curiosities ever saw the light of day. Then the conversation shifts into “Living in the Side Quest Era,” breaking down whether today's obsession with random hobbies and spontaneous detours means people are discovering themselves or just running from the main storyline of life. And to close it out, the guys go full comedy with “Stud Funeral,” asking why nobody has ever been to one, who decides the outfit, and whether a true stud should go out in a fresh pair of Jordans instead of a dress—raising the question of whether studs are immortal or if families just avoid the awkwardness of that final wardrobe decision altogether.

On Girl Talk Jerrilyn Lake aka Indeskribeabull and Lynee’ Monae reflect on November being National Men's Health Month. They have a heartfelt call for men to prioritize therapy during Men’s Mental Health Month — preferably before buying another bottle of Hennessy or pair of Jordans. YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@u1pn Follow: @urban1podcast @indeskribeabull @lynee_monae Executive Producer: Jahi Whitehead/ @Jahi_TRG Video/Social Media Producer: Walter Gainer II See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Episode 78 of She Said It First, Jerrilyn Lake aka Indeskribeabull and Lynee’ Monae kick things off with What Irritated Me the Most This Week, where Jerrilyn vents about getting ambushed by a hating mosquito and Lynee’ goes off on people showing up unprepared for life like it’s a pop quiz. The ladies somehow turn bug bites and bad planning into a sermon on staying ready so you don’t have to get ready, because as Jerrilyn says, “If you’re gonna embarrass yourself, at least rehearse first.” In Girl, What Happened, the duo dives into Keke Palmer’s new web series Southern Fried Rice, which follows a Korean American girl adopted by a Black family who attends an HBCU. The internet, of course, is in shambles, some calling it cultural appropriation, others calling it creative freedom. Jerrilyn and Lynee’ break it down with their signature mix of humor and honesty, giving Keke her flowers for supporting Black creatives while side-eying the “girl, we didn’t need this” vibes. That conversation spirals beautifully into the episode’s theme: why Black people should be allowed to be mediocre sometimes. From perfection pressure to burnout culture, the hosts preach about giving ourselves permission to miss the mark and still be proud, because, as Lynee’ puts it, “White people been doing it for centuries.” Finally, Girl Talk widens the lens, moving from creativity to technology and mental health. They have a heartfelt call for men to prioritize therapy during Men’s Mental Health Month — preferably before buying another bottle of Hennessy or pair of Jordans. The ladies tear into the rise of AI artists (“we’re not paying to see a hologram hit a high note”). YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@u1pn Follow: @urban1podcast @indeskribeabull @lynee_monae Executive Producer: Jahi Whitehead/ @Jahi_TRG Video/Social Media Producer: Walter Gainer II See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Talk To Me Nice Thursday Brook... How did you fall for that?... THE KING OF THINGS is a new ingredient that will be making a more regular appearance! Todays King Of Things topic for the boys to pick and choose from is who is the best Movie Villain to have hit our screens!... While on the flight back home from Wellington, Jordan found himself in a conversation with someone who is the perfect example of, don't judge a book by its cover! This conversation altered something in Jordans mind, so much so that he'd love for us to have the chance to step into his shoes and witness it again!... It's that time of year again and the YOUKNOW team have cooked like they've never cooked before – their BLACKOUT SALE is live now! For 48 hours only, 40,000 garments will be up to 70% off! Plus get a Free Tee on orders over $149. You don't want to miss this! AND just for your Shifters! Use 'TMSBLACKOUT' for an extra 5% off!. Hit that link below to stay caught up with anything and everything TMS. ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.facebook.com/groups/3394787437503676/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ We dropped some merch! Use TMS for 10% off. Here is the link: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://youknowclothing.com/search?q=tms⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Thank you to the team at Chemist Warehouse for helping us keep the lights on, here at The Morning Shift... ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.chemistwarehouse.co.nz/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ 00:00 - Intro 2:17 - Check In 4:38 - Daily Bread 11:27 - King Of Things - Movie Villain 21:34 - Jordans Seat Mate 33:33 - Outro Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

On this week's episode of The Super Retro Podcast, we're lacing up with our Top 5 Michael Jordan kicks from the 80s and 90s, celebrating the sneakers that defined a generation. In our “This or That” segment, we build the ultimate 90s sitcom family, piece by nostalgic piece.Jordan Brand hooked us up with an epic mailbag, we dive into what dads were really like in the 80s, and we take a ride through the wood grain era that shaped every living room. Our first ever Super Retro Hotline segment drops with some heat, and we reminisce about the magic of Wendy's sunrooms that made every meal feel special.Fit checks were fire as always, Discord Drops came correct, and there's plenty more retro gold packed into this one.Tune in, kick back, and Keep It Super Retro.⸻Today's episode was brought to you by Salty Water. Hydrate Your Inner Warrior! Support our sponsors:IG: https://www.instagram.com/drinksaltywater/Buy: https://tinyurl.com/4c4kz9ceWebsite: https://drinksaltywater.com/⸻Arcade1upWebsite: https://arcade1up.com/Use "KeepinitRetro10" for 10% off Discord: https://discord.gg/superretroMaster list on our NES collection: https://superretropod.com/nes-game-list-super-retro/Join our channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCMP4yO-dFGayGUkT_MVYrhQ/joinEmail: SuperRetroPod@gmail.comAll things Super Retro: https://linktr.ee/superretroInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/superretropodcast/TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@superretropod

In the BDP studio we have Scott Anthony he shares his unbelievable journey from growing up poor in Chicago and leading a street gang at age 14, dealing cocaine in 80's which lead to him being fugitive on the run for five years while the DEA, FBI, and even Interpol were after him. By the 90's he became one of the biggest Cuban smugglers. Selling Cuban cigars to Michael Jordan, Richard Dent, Shaun Gayle, Donell Wolford so many others! Cigars didn't just become part of Scott's story, they changed it. For years, he lived inside a secret world few ever see, smuggling Cuban cigars into the U.S in the 90's, cutting deals in Havana, and moving boxes worth more than gold. After rebuilding his life with his fighter's mindset, he went on to build gyms, consult boxers, import fitness equipment worldwide. Now, he put his experiences on paper to write his first book Smoke: Confessions of a Cuban Cigar Smuggler, dropping this January!   Scott Anthony Website: https://www.scottanthonyog.com/ Instagram: @scottanthonyog    

Ben is at Heaven's Gate with the Jordans, Jace confronts a Westboro Baptist Church member at a parade, Devan christens a cornfed big bellied OSU boy going to trial, Ben shows the boys the future of hotel checkins, and they break down the new Gerblin Girl of Salt Lake City Utah... this week on lemonparty. bonus episodes ⁠⁠https://www.patreon.com/lemonparty⁠⁠ LP Tour ⁠https://www.lemonparty.life/ ⁠ Support the sponsors: ⁠https://www.drinkag1.com/lemon https://www.lucy.co/lemon http://factormeals.com/lemon50off use code lemon50off Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

The Bad Speakers are back with another hilarious and unfiltered episode!

Erandi Hernandez Aguilar joins us for a conversation about the challenges Latinx individuals face with finding a balance from maintaining our ancestral cultures to wanting to be accepted in this culture. The conversation is important for youth and those that have consciously denied their ancestry in hopes of acceptance. #sonomacounty #podcast #familia #migrantes #ancestral #family #culture #cultura #latinxcreated #latinxnow #latinxcreatives #latinx #latinoamerica #latino #latinos #latina #latinas #latoxica

Send us a textEver hear a single sentence change someone's life? That's how Jay Flake's story starts—cracking jokes in a corporate training room when an older coworker told him he'd missed his calling. One open mic later, the Nashville comic found his lane: high-energy, true-story material that feels lived-in, then sharpened it into a clean-comedy brand that books hard and lasts longer.We dig into the gritty rise that rarely makes the highlight reel: Zoom corporate sets, underground rooms, patio shows, and a pandemic album that hit festivals even as the video stayed shelved to protect the brand. Jay breaks down why some jokes belong to their moment, how cleaner material unlocked better gigs, and how to translate everyday chaos into bits that crush without cheap shots. The COVID talk is raw and hilarious—taste disappearing mid-breakfast, a hotel deodorant “taste test,” and the lonely, surreal weeks that turned survival into stories.The craft gets equal airtime. Jay salutes Bernie Mac's fearlessness, Dave Chappelle's ease with ordinary ideas, and Ali Sadiq's storytelling and business blueprint: drop on Patreon, expand on YouTube, then license to streamers for a third check. We also walk through Andrew Schultz's clip-first playbook and the discipline behind album timing—finding minutes, trimming fat, and protecting your voice. Plus, the green room rules nobody teaches: listen more than you talk, guard private shop talk, and treat owners and managers like the partners they are.Want the laughs and the ladder? This one gives both—part origin story, part strategy guide, and packed with practical moves any comic or creator can use right now. Tap play, then check Jay's 13-minute NateLand showcase and see the craft in action. If this conversation hits, subscribe, share it with a comedy friend, and drop a review with your favorite takeaway.Support the show

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EP295 In this episode of the Hard Parking Podcast, host Jhae Pfenning dives into Acura's recent decision to discontinue the ZDX electric SUV after less than two years on the market. He shares his thoughts on its design, GM collaboration, and why EV SUVs like the ZDX and Rivian often struggle to turn profits in a shifting automotive landscape. Then, special guest Dre Mullins joins for "Dre Day Volume 3," recounting their separate epic NSX road trips from Phoenix to Tacoma for NSXPO 2025. From scenic detours through Lake Tahoe, Napa Valley wineries, and Oregon's Redwoods to mishaps like speeding tickets, soaked Jordans, and near-misses with gas shortages, they swap hilarious stories of adventure, traffic woes, and group dynamics in high-performance Acura NSXs. After Dre's exit, Jhae wraps up with solo tales from the NSXPO—including track days at The Ridge, casino nights, and a nail-biting return trip —plus a teaser for next week's chat with Acura's Jonathon Rivers. Sponsored by Spark Forge AI for streamlined business communication. Perfect for Acura enthusiasts, EV fans, and road trip lovers!Main Show Sponsors:Right Honda:⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://righthonda.com/Right Toyota: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.righttoyota.com/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Arcus Foundry: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://arcusfoundry.comAutocannon Official Gear: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://shop.autocannon.com/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Contact Hard Parking with Jhae Pfenning: email: Info@HardParking.com Website: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.Hardparking.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Patreon: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.patreon.com/hardparkingpodcast/Instagram: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠instagram.com/hardparkingpod/YouTube: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://youtube.com/@HardParking

In this episode, Travis and producer Eric dissect the troubling rise of “buy now, pay later” schemes—from renting Jordans for 53 payments to financing Chipotle burritos with Klarna. Together, they break down the dangers of weekly payment plans, the psychological tricks behind small recurring payments, and the growing $82B debt problem fueled by these fintech innovations. The rise of “buy now, pay later” apps like Klarna and Affirm, now offering financing for everything from shoes to lunch—why this is NOT financial freedom Why weekly payment structures psychologically lure customers, obscuring actual costs (“just $19 a week” means more than $1,000 over a year for a pair of shoes) Klarna's CEO admits most shouldn't finance small purchases—yet the option is everywhere, and millions fall for it How buy now, pay later debt is now practically invisible to traditional credit monitors, with 90–100M Americans using these services and $82B spent in 2024 alone The discipline myth: Why sustainable wealth and financial self-control depend on removing temptation, building habits, and automating savings over time Weekly or daily payment plans are a predatory marketing tactic—real wealth is built by delaying gratification and refusing to finance wants as needs. Buy now, pay later isn't a “hack”—it's the same as a credit card, minus visibility, with consequences just as severe if payments are missed. The solution: erase easy credit temptations, automate real savings, and focus discipline on building income, not propping up short-term purchases with debt. “If anybody is offering you weekly payments for shoes, it's because it's a ridiculous idea.” “You haven't earned the right to convenience purchases until you're financially free—build habits, not more recurring payments.” “No one will care for your financial health except you. Take accountability—and avoid the Klarna burrito trap.” ✖️✖️✖️✖️

Have you ever wondered how prayer works? Of course, we won't ever have all the details, but as we continue through the book of Daniel, this passage gives us a behind-the-scenes look at how prayer works and demonstrates why prayer is so important.

How would you describe your attitude toward the future? Is it an attitude filled with peace, or one full of overwhelming stress at what might happen? As Pastor J.D. moves into the prophetic portion of the book of Daniel, he shows us how it's Daniel's prophecy about the future that makes the difference between those two attitudes.

Join us for an illuminating episode of Braving Business as we dive into the entrepreneurial journey of Cody Grandadam, affectionately known as the "Flashlight Guy." As President of Promier Products, Cody has carved out a niche in the portable lighting industry with brands like LitezAll, Kodiak, Illumibrite, and Handsfree. From his early days mowing lawns to buy his first pair of Jordans, Cody's story is one of resilience, innovation, and strategic thinking.Key Topics Covered:Cody's entrepreneurial beginnings and the lessons learned from leveraging assets for financial growth.The challenges of rebranding after a vendor trademarked his company name, costing him $250,000.Overcoming operational hurdles, such as re-labeling products by hand in a rented LA warehouse.Insights into the bootstrapped method and the importance of perseverance in entrepreneurship.Guest Background:Cody Grandadam's journey started in the 5th grade with a lawn mower and a dream. Now, as the head of Promier Products, he's a testament to the power of grit and adaptability. His story has been featured in the Chicago Journal, highlighting his path to success.Main Insights:Cody emphasizes that entrepreneurship is about enduring challenges and leveraging them as catalysts for growth. His experiences underscore the importance of strategic thinking and adaptability in business.Actionable Takeaways:Embrace setbacks as opportunities for growth and learning.Leverage assets to create cash flow and invest in your business.Maintain resilience and adaptability in the face of unexpected challenges.Tune in to discover how Cody's journey can inspire your own path to success. Whether you're a seasoned entrepreneur or just starting out, this episode offers valuable insights and actionable strategies to light your way forward.