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This week, Knuckles sits down with Dunc Heyde—afternoons on The Rock FM and co-host of Not For Radio—smack in the middle of The Rock 2000 mayhem. Dunc traces the countdown's glow-up: from wrecked-office afterparties (yes, actual fireworks and a U-shaped ceiling rail) to 6,500 punters belting choruses at Spark Arena. We get inside the machine—votes, curation, and the occasional “how did that get in?” curveball (“Love Shack,” we're looking at you). Dunc talks band wrangling, near-misses, and this year's live twists: Grinspoon onstage and Blindspott backed by a 30-piece philharmonic. Plus: how Not For Radio blew up, and why radio magic still hits different when a whole country's singing along. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Here's what we're reading, recommending, and revisiting this week.Catherine's library find is a pair of twisty, plot-filled novels. She recommends them both: A Very Inconvenient Scandal by Jacquelyn Mitchard and All the Other Mothers Hate Me by Sarah Harman.​Terri's random recommendation is another book: A memoir by TV and film producer Ed Zwick called Hits, Flops, and Other Illusions: My Fortysomething Years in Hollywood. Bonus content: You can hear our thoughts on Dancing with the Stars every Tuesday night on YouTube; here's our chat on this week's episode, Rock & Roll Hall of Fame Night. Mentioned: Mournful covers of "Hey Ya," "Take on Me," and "Love Shack.".​In the archives, we checked in on an episode from 2021, Parent Saving Time.Next week's lineup: Lost S4 E3, "The Economist," on Tuesday, November 11The Lowdown S1 E1, "Pilot" on Wednesday, November 12Weekly roundup on Thursday, November 13Until then (and anytime you're in need), the archives are available.

Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 26 A New Student (tribal) Council   In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             If you can't look in a mirror and laugh at yourself, cut off the light             "Can we put other restrictions on you?" Simone Brady prodded.   "This is not the 'Zane' show," Virginia Goodswell interjected. "We need to decide when the new Student government will meet, I suggest Tuesday nights, and how we are going to conduct business."   "We can start by deciding where we meet," Chastity spoke up. "I vote for Zane's place."   "What's wrong with the Assembly Hall, where we've always met?" Rhaine countered.   "Rhaine, you are drinking a Doctor Pepper, KayLeigh, you are drinking a grape juice, and Joy was eating a bowl of vanilla ice cream with chocolate syrup when I got here," Hope snickered. "You have hot plates and microwaves too, if needed."   Rhaine, Joy, and KayLeigh, all Traditionalists, looked guilty. They also looked like they treasured their creature comforts because they weren't running for the door.   "It is a nice place," KayLeigh admitted.   "And you don't get to come back up here otherwise," Rio grinned evilly. "This floor is devoted to the freshman class."   "There are a lot of upperclassmen up here right now," Rhaine pointed out.   "Those are what you would call 'friends'," Rio sneered. "If you weren't freaking evil, you might have some."   "Please don't put it that way," I requested of Rio. Rio had every reason to be cranky. Mercy looked even more exhausted sitting at her side.   "Zane will arrange the room to fit your needs," Christina finally spoke, "I guarantee it."   "You think you can control him?" Rhaine shot back.   "I'm not afraid of him; he's not some wild beast. I ask him to do things for me and he does," Christina chided Rhaine. "He is like any other freshman; it is that simple."   "He's rather mouthy for a freshman," Hannah joked.   "Well, maybe if you put my mouth to other uses," I bantered back. There was a moment of silence followed by Dana Gorman taking up her bottled water and walking over to me. She smiled down at my seated form while she poured out the remaining water onto my crown.   "Cool off, Casanova," Dana cautioned me playfully before returning to her seat.   "Exactly why do you keep her around again?" Rio slapped my shoulder.   "Can you imagine how insufferable Christina would be if Coach didn't keep her in line?" I smiled. Christina rolled her eyes while Rio chuckled. Virginia stood up and cleared her throat.   "I want to make sure that all the ladies, plus Zane, plan to make this experiment work. It is rather pointless to proceed if any of you can't be honest now," Virginia, my Spiritual Advisor, poled the audience. Most of the girls looked around to see who would do what but no one jumped.   "I think it is safe to say that we students will stay true to the Vice Chancellor's plan, though this is not an endorsement of Zane, his conduct, or even his continued presence here," Rhaine spoke for the group.   "With that settled, we can call it a night," Doctor Kennedy declared. "Ladies, consider what issues we need to deal with so we can bring them up next Tuesday night, 9 pm."   "Who do we send the itinerary to?" Simone inquired.   "Zane," Hudson Lane volunteered me.   "I nominate Faith De Young (of Christina's inner circle) to be our Secretary of Record, if she wants the job," I said. Faith looked completely taken off-guard but nodded quickly.   "I'll do it," she made clear. The meeting broke up soon after with most of the student leadership departing. Dana, Hudson, and Christina & company hung around a little longer.   "Not the Glamorous Gremlin?" Rio teased me on my choice of Secretary. She gasped and nearly fell over right after that. Iona smiled softly and shook her head. She realized that she was still a freshman and her day would come.   "Ah, here's one of the controllers," Heaven gave a devilish smile as she handed the device over to Rio. Miraculously, the other three sexual wonders were also handed over, ending the threat of torture for the day.   "I see a spanking machine in you bitches' future," Rio snarled at Chastity, Hope, Heaven, Faith, and Christina.   "I swear, I tried to get one of those damn things all day long," Valarie griped. "You would think that after setting this up, someone would have given me one, but no, I am a freshman so I don't get to play the game."   "It was you!" Rio screamed, and lunged at Valarie, who comically batted her away as Vivian and Mercy intervened.   "Yes," Val laughed, "but it was Iona who figured out how to have captured your days by enlisting the aid of classmates with video phones. I can tell today's footage is going to be a classic."   "Why did you do it?" Vivian asked Valarie.   "I had revenge on Rio and made Mercy ecstatically happy; it was a win-win," Val grinned vindictively. It was a credit to Rio's berserk nature that no one asked what Rio had done to warrant revenge; everyone automatically assumed that Valarie was justified.   "Everyone's sympathy is under-whelming," Rio grumbled. "Come on, Mercy, let's get these things off."   "Do we have to?" Mercy pleaded softly. Hell, I imagine she could barely stand but apparently, her limit to sexual overstimulation was unconsciousness. Rio used one finger to hook Mercy's collar and pulled her close.   "How dare you talk back," Rio whispered, but I was close enough to hear. "I was going to settle for the vibrating nipple clamps that arrived today but now I'm thinking a few dozen paddle blows, to each cheek, are in your future, you annoying little bitch."   Annoying was Mercy and Rio's code word for 'love'; Rio simply couldn't stand the 'L' word.   "Vibrating nipple clamps?" Christina was both confused and amused. "Where do you people come up with this stuff?"   "Adam and Eve," Rio shot back without batting an eye. "Wait until I have Mercy's nipples and lips pierced; then the real fun begins."   "I don't think Mercy should have her lips pierced," Vivian suggested forcefully. "They'd be glaringly obvious." Rio groaned and sighed.   "Not those lips," Rio clarified. "The other ones, you know, labia, cunt lips, cunt etc." There was a pregnant pause in the room. "Attach vibrator wires to those bad boys and Wow! Let the magic begin."   Mercy and Rio really were made for each other; they were both salivating at the prospect. Thankfully, I saw Cassandra hovering around and looking ready for me to start playing towel boy.   "Ladies, one last duty to perform and then my day is done," I attempted my exit.   "Zane, is it alright if I spend the night?" Hope ambushed me.   "Of course," I smiled, because I'm a fucking idiot who is an embarrassment to the very concept of the mentally challenged and a parody of every teen boy date flick. I was already spending time with Iona, Paige, Barbie Lynn, and now Hope.   Maybe I can find a way to have a secret government space array shoot an earthquake laser at my feet so a pit opens up underneath me and I plummet to a fiery death at the Earth's core. Maybe I watch too much bad TV.   "Iona, did my Viagra arrive yet," I teased my buddy. "I'm going to need a pill tonight."   "Oh, Zane, I don't think we have any but I'll go online and see what I can get for you," Iona replied in all seriousness.   "I know some guys who smuggle them in from Mexico," Valarie offered. "I'll make some calls."   "That is so cool!" Barbie Lynn clapped her hands. "Now he'll never go down. I can ride him all night long." She hugged me while a fearful vision of my desiccated, sperm-drained husk lying open-eyed and lifeless on my bed danced before my eyes.   "Zane?" Cassandra called out.   "Oh, yes, towel boy and bikini selection," I muttered. I gravitated her way, took her hand, and led her to my room.   "What's that about?" Vivian mused.   "Handmaiden's Duty," Iona informed the ladies. "He picks out a bikini for her and acts as pool boy while she's in the Jacuzzi."   "I hope someone cleans that thing from time to time," Faith shuddered.   "Every morning at ten o'clock it is drained and cleaned, and the filter cleaned every Monday," Iona droned on without even looking up. The rest of that exchange was lost as I retreated to my bedroom.   What followed could be blamed on Cassandra accidently dropping her drink in the Jacuzzi and me having to retrieve it; it was an unopened soda can. Or maybe it could be blamed on the surprisingly conservative (for my room) white and black striped bikini she wore. Whatever was the catalyst, inside five minutes I had Cassandra out of her suit, front to front, her crotch pressing me against the side of the Jacuzzi with my head barely above water while she rode my face in a pattern and energy that reminded me of Hawaii's North Shore.   Cassandra was pounding the back of my head against the wood wall as she drove her cunt over my lips and tongue again and again.   "Oh, Baby, you are so much better than my fingers," she communicated with an erotic growl. "Keep it up, keep it up!" She was the one in the control of the sexual rhythm so I was not sure what else I might do but keep licking and sucking as hard as I could.   I was finally able to run a hand along her chocolate flesh until I managed to push against her sternum and got her to roll her shoulders back. That allowed me to start massaging and stroking one of her breasts while my other hand got between her legs from behind and gently penetrated her cunt.   "Za, za, za, Zane!" she screamed out. Note to self: Add earplugs to my Must Have List.   Cassandra slathered my nose, lips, and chin with her rather scalding, light to the tongue and tasty fluids. If she wasn't still trying to give me a concussion with her hips I might have enjoyed it more. As her orgasm dissipated, she slid down my body with a sated sigh. Her legs were outside mine so as she descended, her cunt came to rest on my Speedo-encased cock. Saying that my cock was hard would be like saying snow is cold or the English love their soccer; pretty much a given.   Her eyes grew wide when she realized where she rested. She's a senior and a virgin in a Christian Girl's school, she began humping me, of course. Being Cassandra, she began humping me hard and thumping her way to another climax.   "Zane, I am totally rethinking you being allowed on campus," Cassandra panted.   "Is this a good thing or a bad thing?" I wondered. At this time I had one finger lightly in her cunt as my other hand tenderly tweaked one of her nipples.   "Oh, I think every junior and senior should have their own personal freshman boy to keep under control with a strong hand," she grinned while she kept working my rod over with her cunt.   "Wouldn't it be nice if we developed a peaceful, platonic relationship based on mutual trust and respect?" I suggested hopefully. Cassandra gave a deep, throaty laugh.   "You're funny, but no," she grinned evilly. "After all, if that was the case, I couldn't do this: Zane, suck my other nipple, suck it hard, while I play with your fat phallus." Oh yeah, I love the way this is going (insert internalized weeping).   She worked out my cock painfully fast and began rubbing it deeply between her labia, to the point I felt the tightness of her vaginal walls on my cockhead.   "Zane, you know a whole lot about the sex stuff," she stated. "What's a cock ring?" Oh, HELL No! I have enough difficulty ejaculating as is. The last thing I need is something that allows another to make the prospects of my ejaculation even dimmer.   "It's a device, a ring, that is placed over the base of the cock to restrict blood flow, thus allowing longer erections," I grudgingly confessed. "Thinking about getting one, as a Christmas present, for someone out of state?"   "So, you could have intercourse, for a long time, and not ejaculate, so a girl would be, safe, in fucking you raw?" Cassandra's voice was becoming more strained.   "Technically, yes, but a little music, some hand-holding, and dinner at McDonald's would suffice in getting me aroused," I tried to explain. "There is no need for, something like that."   "Zane, clearly God put you, on this campus as a test for, true believers," Cassandra related, "And every woman here needs, to be tested, A Lot!" she screamed out her second orgasm of the night.   My hands raced down to grab each luscious buttock before her spasms caused her to slip down my cock and make her virginity a thing of the past. When my cock slapped against my stomach, I held Cassandra tight until she calmed down.   "You need to stay on campus during the weekends," Cassandra moaned with content exhaustion, "so we can use you more often."   "Why do you think I flee campus every weekend?" I thought. If she had her way, I'd be walking around with an IV in my arm and popping Viagra like M&M's. I chose life! If you think I am a coward, step up and take my place. I'll sneak back into the cemetery at night and put a flower on your headstone. You can take that permanent smile etched on your face to your grave, He-Man.   "I have to ask: What brought this on?" I inquired.   "I received one of Mercy's controls and we shared the next class," Cassandra confessed. "She glowed with such pleasure I thought she would pass out. I was suddenly curious."   "I had nothing to do with that," I groaned. "I swear, it wasn't me." Cassandra placed one hand on each side of my face.   "Zane, it wasn't you, I know that," she smiled, "but it is your presence that allowed something like that, her ability to experience that level of pleasure, that I want to experience. I have to go now. I need to report to the other girls what it was like so we can figure out what to do with you next."   You know, if I had been paranoid, I would have been right, people are plotting against me. Cassandra stood up and stepped onto the bench so that I was once more facing her puffy, somewhat abused cunt lips before she swung one leg over me and exited the tub. I closed my eyes and let my head hang over the side, facing up.   "Towel boy," Cassandra taunted me. I looked at her. Cassandra was dripping wet and she was extending a towel my way. I pulled my own tired ass out of the Jacuzzi and tenderly buffed her excellent body until she was dry. She gave me one last kiss, dressed, and virtually skipped out of my domain, happy, arrogant and plotting my demise.   I cleaned up, dealt with the Jacuzzi, and took in my surroundings. The only witnesses to my congress and conversation with Cassandra were Dana Gorman and Hudson Lane, my voyeuristic adult female 'friends'.   Dana pulled me over as I walked passed her. Hudson Lane had gone off to get some drinks.   "You and Gabrielle, ?"   "You have no respect for my survival instincts, do you?" I chuckled.   "Not really," Dana smirked.   "Fine," I groaned in feigned annoyance. "She wanted to talk so we talked, nothing else happened."   "She beat you up, didn't she?" Gorman persisted.   Another deep sigh on my part came out before I confessed, "Yes. Why do you ask?"   "I wanted to smack you around from the first day I met you," Dana laughed. "I think Ms. Black has done admirably not beating you black and blue before now."   "Has yet another girl beaten Zane up?" Hudson angled around to sit next to Dana. "The consistency of the femdom attitudes at this school is frightening."   "Don't throw stones, Ms. Lane," Dana warned her. "You, Zane, and Ms. Messier, the lawyer Ms. Buchanan hired to help Zane when he went to jail, I was head of security when it happened and I know when Ms. Messier arrived on campus, where she stayed, and when she, and you, left this dorm."   "You never said anything to Chancellor Bazz?" Hudson worried.   "No," Dana responded. "You three are adults, and ruining your career here wouldn't have made expelling Zane any easier. I wasn't the sex police."   "Thank you," Hudson smiled. "I now have another reason to be happy Zane championed your cause with the Board of Directors." She touched Dana on her thigh.   "It's not going to happen, Lane," Dana informed the lawyer while opening her V-8. "I've had a long time to figure out that I'm not attracted to women." Wow, Dana knew that Hudson was bi-sexual and didn't care. That was another big plus for Dana in my book.   "That's what Brigitte Messier thought as well," Hudson winked. "It turns out a little bit of Zane goes a long way to loosening up a girl's morals and expanding their horizons."   "I repeat, it is not going to happen," Dana shook her head. "Zane's a student and I'm a teacher. Perhaps the day he graduates, I'll kidnap him for a long, frustration-relieving weekend. I haven't had sex in eight years and watching him work really stresses my resolve."   "You could always join me in the hot tub," I offered. I wasn't sure how serious I was. I also wasn't sure how bad a concussion Cassandra had given me.   "Zane, do you have any idea of what I would do to you if I focused all my pent up sexual fury onto that body of yours?" Dana threatened. I gulped.   "Does it start with me tying you down?" I suggested sweetly. Hudson was looking really intrigued by this. I was beginning to believe she had this erotic attraction to 'turning' straight girls, most likely mirroring her own Law School experiences.   "What do you think?" she glared. Dana was becoming seriously aroused.   "I guess my only other question is if I can outrun you," I joked. Dana kept staring.   "Zane," Hudson snickered, "do you realize that your swimsuit is basically transparent when wet?"   "No, I didn't," I gulped once more. My package was less than a foot from Dana's lips. "Sorry, I'll be going to bed now," I backed up.   "That's a really nice ass," Dana sighed as I turned away.   "It is even nicer to touch," Hudson commented.   "It's not happening, Lane," Dana grumbled.   "Oh, you will come around," Hudson Lane laughed softly. "I have faith in Zane." Dana growled in rebuttal.   When I rounded the first cut-back leading to my bedroom, I heard and smelled sex, suddenly, sneaking off to Gabrielle Black's place and hiding out for the night sounded like a good idea, barring her killing me, of course. I sorted out the noises as I moved around until the room came into full view.   Reminder number one: Check the God Damn air filters!   Where the fuck do I begin?   On the far side of the bed, Mercy was on her knees, head down on a pillow with her painfully ecstatic face looking toward me. That was how I could tell she had been gagged. Her wrists were handcuffed behind her back, she was moaning and sweating up a storm, and her whole aura emanated with tantric excitement.   In case you might be wondering where her Mistress was: Rio was straddling Mercy's back, ass resting on Mercy's neck (by the tension in her thighs, Rio wasn't pressing down hard thankfully) and facing her playmate's highly vulnerable posterior.   "Hold out a little longer, my slut," Rio egged Mercy on quietly as she paddled those beautiful exposed ass cheeks, apparently in a random fashion.   And now it gets weird(er): Behind Mercy, facing Rio, wielding a strap-on with firm, slow, and steady strokes, was Paige. For the love of the Almighty, should I be quarantined as an immorality contagion? It wasn't like Paige was an angel but she was taking a few giant steps to proficiently wielding an artificial cock into a bound girl's bunghole. The fact that Rio and Paige despised each other continued warping my perception of events.   Barbie Lynn (farthest away in the closest group), Vivian, and Valarie were on the near side of the sheets. They weren't actually having sex but were talking in low voices with the occasional running of a hand through a companion's hair or tracing a finger from hip to thigh. It was sensual without being pornographic. It also appeared to be something they all three were enjoying.   In the middle section of my sleeping platform (it is an awesomely big bed) was Iona and Hope, who were doing a little more than cuddling together in quiet conversation. Hope stroked Iona's head compassionately as Iona gently teased and suckled on Hope's left breast. Every ounce of my experience cried out to me that Iona had initiated the sexual contact. That boggled the mind, right up there with Hope allowing a near stranger such intimate contact.   "Hey, Lover," Barbie Lynn gifted me with a sultry leer, "are you going to take that off or are you going to allow him to bust out on his own?" Bathing suit, cock, raging erection; got it. I yanked off my speedo fast enough to make my skin burn. I wrapped it up in a towel before tossing them in the clothes hamper.   I quickly plotted out my journey, figuring out where I was supposed to end up. I was giving up the illusion that I controlled events because if I was created in God's image and that was the reason God wanted men to rule over women, then I think God was really Goddess and Heaven's soul had it right, change sides.   Valarie gave me a fearless grin as I climbed over her on my way to the middle. She shifted so that her breasts swayed from side to side. I took in the view before kissing her and moving on.   "Try to settle things down by eleven, Zane," Vivian requested. I nodded and then kissed the tip of her nose, which she returned by kissing my forehead. It was very motherly of her, barring the fact that the sheets barely covered her pubic region and every exposed bit of her looked scrumptious.   My last hurdle was Barbie Lynn, and that was an obstacle in more than just the physical sense. She knew how to stretch and yawn just right for making my blood boil with lust and my vision cloud with desire.   "You will come back to me, Zane," she said with brazen tenderness. "Now go on and take care of the others who need you now." Best Blonde Bombshell ever.   As I settled behind Hope who was still facing Iona, I took it slow to let her instincts understand that I wasn't a threat but desirous of her.   "What's going on here?" I inquired delicately. "Hope, I didn't think you liked Iona all that much? And Iona, you have become much more confident in the past month; I like it."   "Zane, Iona is one of the bravest freshmen I've ever met. She's never backed down from a challenge and is smart enough to fight the battles she can win and send others to win the one's she can't," Hope explained. "I have admired her for some time."   "I know you wanted Hope to be put at ease," Iona related. "She's surrounded by people she has minimal familiarity with. I reasoned that I could help her adjust by doing what you do."   "Sexy, clever, lethal girls; this is definitely going on my Santa Wish List," I grinned. I was trying to settle in behind Hope when she wiggled around onto her back and indicated she wanted me to move between her and Iona. I was hardly in the mood to refuse and soon, both ladies were nestled in my arms. I was thinking about the next step when the situation around Mercy increased in energy and volume.   Hope pushed halfway over my chest and Iona turned away from me so they could watch the proceedings. Mercy was shivering like a leaf in a thunderstorm. Rio moved up so that her face was inches away from Paige's. I could see Paige contemplating her next action before she leaned into Rio. They each placed a hand behind the other's head to keep them close as they kissed.   "You smart-ass hooker," Rio snickered. "What flavor is that?" Mercy was cresting toward her orgasm unattended while Rio made small talk with Paige.   "Mango, lip balm and mouth wash," Paige beamed triumphantly. Rio snorted.   "Really start hammering the bitch," Rio ordered/requested. Paige nodded. She slowly drew back until only the tip of the fake phallus remained in Mercy's rectum before savagely slamming it all the way in as hard as she could.   Mercy squealed through her gag and began to violently spasm. Rio dismounted Mercy and flopped beside her partner's head.   "Don't you dare lose it, Cum-Bunny," Rio pressed Mercy. "Disappoint me and you will get nothing until the weekend. I won't let you touch anyone, even yourself. Are we clear?"   Mercy sobbed and nodded while her body teetered on the precipice of total collapse. Paige was displeased with Mercy's resistance and began spanking her thighs and buttocks hard enough to leave imprints. Rio kept stroking Mercy's hair and urging her to hang on. At the pinnacle of the moment I knew Mercy could not go on, Rio spoke softly into her ear.   "You annoying whore," she said, "I am so proud to be with you. Don't ever leave, now cum." Mercy's resulting climax was so powerful that her muscle spasms knocked Paige back on her heels knocking the strap-on mostly out of her ass. Mercy squirted, really squirted, onto Paige's lap, with even more juice shooting and coating Mercy's thighs and my sheets.   Up front, Mercy was cursing up a storm through her gag, grinding the fabric between her teeth with tears streaming out of her clenched eyes. Before her thrashing subsided, Rio had pulled the gag off and was kissing her fiercely on the lips, again and again. Mercy curled into a ball and Rio immediately wrapped her arms and legs around her Sub, keeping her presence light but comforting.   Rio saw our attention being directed their way and mouthed: 'Best Bitch Ever!' using her eyes to exaggerate the force of the words. Paige was still looking over the sticky mess that she had become.   "Put the contraption to soak in the big sink and take a shower," I suggested. Paige could see no flaw in my suggestion so she gave me a wink, unstrapped the device, and made her way out of the room.   When my eyes snapped back from watching a naked Paige exit, I saw that Hope's focus was on me.   "That looked fun," Hope stated clinically. "It is not for me but it definitely looked like they all felt, cleaner in a spiritual sense when they were done. I would never have suspected. In fact, I thought being bound was debasing and weak."   "It is called bondage and it is part of a sexual practice called BDSM, bondage, discipline, sadomasochism," I explained. "It definitely isn't for everyone, and certainly isn't as bizarre as Iona's furry fetish."   "Zane," Hope glared, "I saw a CSI episode on furries and you can't be an Asian or Asian-American high school girl in the United States and not know about cosplay; Iona and I are not into either one of those lifestyles I'm pretty sure."   While Hope was distracting me with her knowledge of other sexual subcultures, Iona snuck a hand beneath me and pinched my right ass cheek.   "Ow," I jumped. "What was that for, Beautiful?" I pleaded to Iona.   "I wanted to?" she responded meekly.   "That sounds like a perfectly good reason to me," I smiled. I would be somewhat offended if it was someone else but Iona was special; like Rio, she would always have my back, but unlike my chaotic fiend, she never abused my trust (or so I thought).   "Do me a favor?" Iona requested.   "Sure, anything for you," I answered right off the bat.   "Make her happy," Iona's eyes sparkled as the flickered to Hope. "Tickle my ear when you finish."   "Sure," I sighed with feigned regret, "if I have to."   "Thank you, Iona," Hope snorted in amusement, "I've got it from here."   "Nite-nite," Iona yawned, then rolled over and pretended to drop off to sleep. Like that was going to happen anytime soon!   "What no-, Hope got out before I rolled on top of her. I used one leg to wedge hers open, then settled between them as I lowered my body down. Hope looked at me quizzically.   "Touch me wherever you like," I instructed. I showed her what I meant by kissing her cheek, then edging around to suck on her earlobe.   Hope led off with her fingertips running along the muscles of my forearms and following a twisted trail up to my shoulders. With equal care, she began rubbing her toes along my calves, up to my knees and lower thighs. This had the added benefit of rotating her hips so that her pubic hair scratched along the veins of the base of my cock.   "You know this is going to make field work with you far more difficult," Hope murmured.   "Now you know what I've been going through for a month," I teased her back. "Now you know how I feel naked under your touch and so do I."   "You touch yourself much?" Hope giggled. Iona did her best to smother her own mirthful reaction.   "Maybe you should come to my bed more often to keep my hands otherwise occupied," I suggested. Hope arched her back, thrusting her breasts into my chest and laughed lyrically.   "Touch ," Hope conceded. "I wondered if I was imposing on your hospitality, wanting to spend tonight with you. Now I'm feeling as if I've been lured in and seduced by your masculine wiles."   "Zane, manipulating somebody!" Valarie gave a comedic gasp. "Well, there is always a first time for our ham-handed Lothario to launch a plot that doesn't involve him getting an extra fish stick for dinner."   "Ham-handed," Barbie Lynn mused. "His fingers are smoking but hardly ham-like," which she emphasized by rubbing her hand over her crotch.   "Do you often stick smoked country ham between your thighs, Barbie-Baby?" Valarie taunted.   "Only when your magic tongue and fingers aren't available," Barbie Lynn volleyed right back.   "Oh, you did not say that!" Valarie choked. She vaulted on top of Barbie Lynn and the two started wrestling. Vivian scooted toward the edge and fended off the combatants from rolling over her.   "When we graduate and drag you back to our dungeon to live, are you going to miss other bed partners having these mid-coital conversations?" Hope smirked.   "You underestimate your ability to focus my attention," I countered. When you are in bed with someone, you are in bed with THAT person, or so I believe. Hope's look sizzled, her body heated up, and she pulled me so close and tight, I couldn't make out any details beyond her eyes.   "I hate them," Hope purred.   "Who?" I worried. You don't want one good friend to hate another good friend. You really don't want a good friend with marksmanship skills out the ass not liking someone you have become attached to.   "Christina and Heaven," she sighed, but I knew she wasn't serious. "Christina because you would rather be with her and Heaven because she has you."   "Hope," I maneuvered so I could stroke her cheek, "I can't promise you or anyone else anything beyond this school year. Neither one of us qualifies as 'normal' by any definition of the word. I certainly like being with you, if that matters, and not just in bed. You are beautiful, intense, and serious in a way we shouldn't be."   "Serious is not the most intimate of descriptions," Hope joked, "but I think I know what you mean. As chaotic as your life is, I think we balance each other out." I didn't need words to agree with that; I let us return to our game of touch, kiss, and lick. We were getting back into a playful tempo when the fight between Valarie and Barbie Lynn ended.   There was no hot, spontaneous lesbian eruption; it devolved into Valarie having Barbie Lynn pinned with her wrists on the pillow held over her head. Valarie was trying to administer a 'Wet Willy' (sticking a finger, or tongue, into your opponent's ear) and finally succeeding.   "I give, I give," squealed Barbie Lynn. "Anything, just stop."   "Anything?" Valarie prodded suggestively. Barbie Lynn's very ample bosom heaved with each deep breath she took, which had the effect of rubbing them in circles against Valarie's dangling breasts.   "Come with me to the Southwest this summer," Valarie demanded. Barbie Lynn was still giving it serious thought when Paige came traipsing back in, drying her hair.   "Where in the Southwest?" Paige inquired. Valarie sat up on Barbie Lynn and looked over her shoulder at the albino lass.   "West of Laredo, East of the Pacific, South of Denver and North of Mexico," Valarie answered. "Sant Fe, Vegas, the Painted Desert, places like that." I didn't see coming what happened next.   "Valarie, would you consider allowing to me come along?" Paige asked politely.   "You really want to impress Zane that much?" Valarie divined Paige's intention.   "That, and he's most likely going with Rio as well," Paige responded, "so you are going to need all the help you can get." Rio didn't respond verbally, Mercy was still recovering, but glared with venom.   "What do you add to our little expedition?" Valarie asked.   "I'll do it," Barbie Lynn interjected. "I wasn't sure what I was going to do after graduation but seeing more of the world will do me good, and I hear it is cold in the desserts at night and I don't want Zane to catch a chill," she adds with a smile.   "I speak Spanish, plus a strong understanding of electronics, botany, and computers," Paige continued with a twinge of annoyance toward Barbie.   "Fine, both are in. We are getting our rides tomorrow afternoon at five," Valarie announced.   "Zane," Hope whispered, "I appreciate the silence of our first date now more than ever."   "We can go back to your place?" I offered.   "Oh, Chastity would love that," Hope snickered playfully. "I'm afraid if you don't ravish her in the next few weeks, she is going to rape Heaven."   "I'll keep that in mind, but right now I want to be where I am, with you," I kissed Hope's nose.   "Can I try something, Zane?" Hope turned serious and introspective.   "Of course," I said.   "Paige, come over here with me," Barbie Lynn suggested. The blonde wiggled over so that Valarie fell to the far side and indicated that Paige should join her.   "You only want to sex up my body," Paige accused Barbie Lynn, as she hopped onto the foot of the bed and put her fists defiantly on her hips.   "But of course I do, Paige-shugah," Barbie Lynn licked her lips, "now get over here and give me a taste."   "Oh. In that case, Paige scampered over and reclined next to the dynamite blonde. Barbie Lynn had a strong, subtly alluring persona while Paige was constantly aggressive.   "A naked Paige Zeller sexual molesting an equally naked Barbie Lynn Masters will go down as yet another thing I never thought I'd see," Hope mused.   "Be careful who you think is molesting who," I cautioned Hope. A few seconds later Paige shook and fluttered. Barbie Lynn had slid a stealthy hand between Paige's thighs.   "Oh, someone's been a bad little kitty," Barbie Lynn cooed, "A bad, soaking wet little kitty." Paige hiccupped, then shuddered again. "Does kitty need to be petted," Barbie asked as she stroked Paige's love box, "or does kitty need to be spanked?" And Barbie Lynn spanked Paige's cunt lightly, making Paige jerk.   "Master, I stand corrected," Hope nodded her head to me in respect of my sexual insight.   "You wanted to do something?" I brought Hope back on track.   "Yes, Zane, yes I did," Hope smiled. "Please lie on your back and close your eyes." It was my turn to nod as I complied with her wishes. She settled her haunches on my crotch and waited a moment.   First was a kiss, followed in slow progression by a finger, nose, earlobe, toe, two fingers coated in her juices, two fingers coated in Paige's juices, a nipple (most likely the right), her other nipple coated in Barbie Lynn's juices, Valarie's tongue (given away by the movement toward me), Hope's tongue, her other big toe, and ending with her lips and tongue. The anticipation of what was coming next was fun. As Hope reclined on top of me, Mercy finally began to stir.   "Were you a good little tramp tonight?" Rio panted hungrily at her partner.   "Yes, I, was I?" Mercy rasped. She was fighting to stay awake, her fatigue a heavy burden to bear.   "The Slut will say 'Yes Mistress; yes I was allowed to be good tonight'," Rio nuzzled Mercy's neck, ear, and jaw.   "Yes, Mistress," Mercy purred. "My wonderfully annoying Mistress allowed me to be good tonight." Rio spanked Mercy's burning hot ass flank hard. Mercy flinched and cried out in pain.   "Did I tell you to adlib, you annoying, frustrating skank," Rio taunted her, "or is my whore clever enough to sneak in an undeserved spanking?"   Mercy buried her face in a pillow but I could swear she was smiling.   "Nipple clamps for you in the morning, and I'm getting those bitches pierced on Saturday, got it?" Rio clarified the point by rolling each nipple between her forefinger and thumb. Mercy nodded but kept her face in the pillow. "Fine, let's get underneath the covers. Snuggle up with me to keep me warm, and you had better suckle my nipples.   Rio took up her normal sleeping area, avoiding the wet spot, with Mercy at her side, her tongue playing with Rio's left nipple.   "Mercy," Rio whispered. Mercy kept tongue-flicking the nipple but looked up.   "You rock," Rio said even softer. Mercy pulled more of her weary body over Rio as the nipple play continued and Rio began stroking her paramour's hair lovingly. In that relationship, it was getting harder to determine who the 'better' half was.   I searched around blindly for some lube, which had 'mystically' migrated under Barbie Lynn's pillow.   "Hope, put some oil on my cock and on your ass cleft," I told my Korean princess. She barely broke her iron mask of indifference before taking the bottle and doing as directed. I caught sight of Valarie, Vivian, and Barbie Lynn all peeking my way.   I imagined it was the curiosity about my apparent decision to 'break' Hope in anally.   "Hope, point my cock up and mount it," I directed. In theme with the game the two of us played, Hope took my commands without question, even to the point where her virginity was in question.   "Push it back," I stopped Hope's decent as it contacted her rather moist slit. She pushed back a little. Being a virgin, she probably wasn't sure where in the cunt, a cock should penetrate. "Farther back," I insisted, then again, "no, still farther." I felt my rod separate her ass cheeks as Hope slid on down. Only when her now soaking mound settled on my pubic bone did she figure out the game.   "Ah, that's cold," Valarie whispered to Vivian and Barbie Lynn.   "No ass sex for Hope tonight," lamented Barbie Lynn. My precious blonde really loved anal sex. I put my hands on Hope's hips to support her.   "Now ride me, Hope," I smiled. "Give me everything you've got."   Hope started out slow, working out a rhythm that pushed my shaft and cockhead as deep along her ass crack as possible. She even stopped for a moment and applied more lube. Soon she was thrusting hard back and up quickly, then allowing a long, leisurely ride back to my crotch. She bounced down on me again and again, her resounding impact on my crotch becoming a wetter, smacking sound.   Hope was powerful, vibrant, and strong; she needed little of the guidance provided by my hands on her hips. I decided to move my right hand to her finely groomed pubic hair, then to her soft pubic flesh itself. I alternated between splitting her lips open and massaging her clit. With my left hand, I coaxed stimulation from her right areola and nipple.   This time, instead of scarring me, Hope wrapped her fingers in her hair. She gave a few desperate convulsions, then her whole body tensed backwards.   "Zane! Oh, fuck!" she screamed. Her ass cheeks tried to squeeze my cock in a steel-tight vise but fortunately, the lube caused it to pop free before those buns of steel could turn my man-meat into ground beef (sometimes I visualize too graphically).   "I wouldn't believe it if I wasn't seeing it with my own eyes," Vivian sighed. "A girl comes to a boy

Ben Rogers, Jeff “Skin” Wade, Kevin “KT” Turner, and Krystina Ray dive into a viral Reddit thread that exposes the weirdest, creepiest, and most baffling things men have done on first dates.

In the Nick of Time, Phil & David are sharing take two of their jazzy, improvised, epic conversation with the legendary music producer, artist and timelessly cool cat Don Was. Don shares wonderful stories about working with the great Bonnie Raitt on albums that changed both of their lives, building "Love Shack" with The B-52's, how Don helped bring together John Mayer and Bob Weir. Then, Don tells the story of starting The Pan-Detroit Ensemble and offers a quick, fun track-by-track trip through the group's excellent new album, "Groove In The Face Of Adversity." For more on Don, go to https://donwas.com.  To learn more about building community through food and "Somebody Feed the People," visit the Philanthropy page at philrosenthalworld.com

Chef Tim Love is a celebrated Texas chef, restaurateur and TV personality known for pioneering “Urban Western” cuisine and shaping Fort Worth's food scene. Best known for his flagship Lonesome Dove Western Bistro, he's built a culinary empire that includes Woodshed Smokehouse, Love Shack, Gemelle, Caterina's, Ático, White Elephant Saloon, Tannahill's Tavern & Music Hall and more. Tim Love rose to national fame after defeating Morimoto on Iron Chef America and appearing on Top Chef Masters and Restaurant Startup. His restaurants have earned national praise—including a Bon Appétit “Best New Restaurant” nod—and he's been featured in Food & Wine, Esquire, and Texas Monthly. Chef Tim Love: https://www.cheftimlove.com/Enjoy The Jarrod Morris Vibe? Please leave us a review and follow the show on ⁠⁠⁠⁠Apple⁠⁠⁠⁠ & ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Spotify⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠The Jarrod Morris Vibe Links:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Patreon⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ | ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠TikTok⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ | ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ | ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Facebook⁠⁠⁠

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Nigel's guest today is Kate Pierson. Kate is one of the founding members of the legendary group The B-52s, who have entertained the world for decades with songs like Planet Claire, Wig, Roam, Love Shack and the ground-breaking Rock Lobster. The band became one of the biggest breakthrough successes from the US underground music scene in the late 1970s bringing their unique style of quirky, fun, camp, kitsch music to the world. Music to dance to and love, all featuring Kate's unique vocals. Kate is a bisexual woman now making great solo music too with her album Radios and Rainbows bringing her even more fans.This series is a celebration of a beautiful queer community; people of all ages, people who have had to tread their own path to live their real truth, who have fought with their emotions and emerged victorious, who inspire, who aspire and always entertain. Hosted by Nigel May. Every episode Nigel speaks to a person from the LGBTQIA+ rainbow to hear their story; one person, one life, one conversation. And it always guarantees A Gay Old Time!Follow the podcast on TikTok @agayoldtime and on Instagram @agayoldtimepodcast Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Welcome back to The Driveway!!  Another full crew in The Driveway this week as we had our penultimate episode.  We catch up with each other as we prepare for the 90 can Old German challenge at the Labor Day Gathering at the Love Shack.  We preview the AFC for the upcoming season and read some email.  Pour yourself a cold one and join us in The Driveway.

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The midlife crisis continues... Did my Mom fall for a memoir scam?? I'm not sure if I created All Paws Home or it created itself... ASK MY MOM: Little Weed Football League Become a Certified Fan! Help support the podcast and get our Thursday show, More Mama's Boy! Adopt An Episode! Want to show us a little extra love? Adopt an Episode and get a personal shoutout in an upcoming show! This episode was adopted by the amazing Amanda C. from San Diego, CA. Thank you!! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

“Is it still love if it leaves a mark?” That's the provocative question at the heart of this unforgettable episode of The Ben and Skin Show, where the crew dives into the controversial and eye-opening topic of intimacy, consent, and the blurred lines of modern romance.Join hosts Ben Rogers, Jeff “Skin” Wade, Kevin “KT” Turner, and Krystina Ray as they open the doors to the infamous Love Shack—a segment where no topic is too taboo and no joke is off-limits. This time, they tackle the rising trend of choking during sex, its normalization among younger generations, and the serious consequences that can follow.

Here's Tuesday's show, featuring the most controversial Loveshack segment that we've had in a long time, a somewhat concerning Mavs injury, a new burger coming to Dallas that's expected to ramp up the burger wars, and KT's explosive fireworks segment. 

A 102 year old lady at a nursing home wanted…THIS…for her birthday.

If you ordered a fancy $640 Trump watch, you would expect it to have been made with spellcheck. A shopping trip to a Lowe's hardware store resulted in a discovery inside a storage shed that was not expected...which included a naked man & Vasoline. A beloved score bug seen on TV for years when 2 rival baseball teams played is being put to rest in a solumn salute.In this Episode...A Guy Steals His Roommate's Cake...Has an Allergic Reaction...& Accuses the Roommate of "Poisoning Him"Brilliant or Stupid? Wash Your Crocs in the DishwasherWoman Can't Flush Toilet Paper in Her Newly Built HomeWoman Drives Through Street Fair, Hits Cop–While Trying to Get to WorkA Guy Pleasured Himself in a Display Shed at Lowe'sAmazon Driver Caught With Pants Down Relieving Herself on Porches While Delivering PackagesGrandpa Faces Felony Charge Over Burrito DisputeHow Not to Tow a Car: Have You Seen This Crazy Video Out of Houston?School Choir Performance EXPLODES Into Violent Brawl Between ParentsRhode Islander ticked off by An Unfortunate Typo on a "Rump" WatchNJ State Assembly Candidate Selling Foot Pics as Subscription Online Adult ContentOH Man Cited With His 20th “Operating Vehicle Impaired” While Allegedly Driving DrunkDad's Theory on Parents With 3 Kids Has Internet in Stitches: 'So Carefree'Male Owner of a Massage Parlor Tried to Give 5 Men a Happy EndingHospital Refuses To Let Alabama Parents Give Girl This Unusual Name: “Xfrgolszzzxy”Women Leave Their Kids in a Car with a Bag of Weed for Hours While They Went to a BarFL Man Tries to Stop His Rolls-Royce From Being Repo'd Wearing Only a TowelShirtless, Shoeless Man Steals Party Bus & Hits Multiple VehiclesPhillies Pay Tribute to 'P00P' Scoreboard Before a Wild Win Over PiratesA Drug-Smuggling Cat Was Caught Trying to Break Into PrisonTikTok Prank Gone Too Far?....Teens Are Pretending to Rob You With ‘Apple Pay' PrankPancho was in PA for an in-person visit when this episode was recorded, so this is a special weekend episode that has the content of the Midweek episode so we've got the stupidest current events with the Insane Week In Review, and our Genius Awards this week!

Welcome back to The Driveway!! We record live from the Love Shack during the Memorial Day gathering.  A cast of 1,000's join us including the return of the Silent Assassin and Call Sign Lightning and the first appearance by The Gambler Kenny Rogers.  We discuss the Memorial Day Breakfast, the passing of George Wendt, the NBA and NHL Playoffs and the fellowship of family being together along with a lot of hemorrhoid cream discussion.  We finish up with a an email from Papa Statistician.  Pour your self a cold one and join us in The Driveway!

Send us a textYou're not angry. You're not yelling. You're just… tired.The kind of tired that sinks in so deep, you're not even fighting anymore, you're just holding it together in silence, hoping things will somehow fix themselves. If love feels like a burden lately, if you find yourself walking on eggshells or wondering why it's so quiet at home, you're not alone. In fact, you're living through one of the most common, yet least talked about, relationship struggles of our time: emotional exhaustion.Welcome to Love Shack Live, the podcast for anyone at a relationship crossroads. Whether you're trying to save your marriage, navigating space and separation, or aching to reconnect with your partner, we're here to help you rebuild something real and lasting. I'm Staci Bartley, joined by my partner Tom and our daughter Brooke. Together, we'll get honest about what's actually happening when couples stop fighting, not because they've healed, but because they've run out of gas.Here's what we're unpacking this week:Why “peace and quiet” can actually be a danger signThe real-life symptoms of emotional burnout most people missHow magical thinking (“we'll get to it later”) quietly sabotages connectionThe invisible emotional labor that wears us down, especially for over-functioners and the quietly checked-outWhy punishing your partner (or yourself) for not “fixing it” never worksHow modern life is straining our capacity for love, and what to do about itPractical ways to refuel your emotional gas tank (even when you feel totally spent)Why play and joy aren't optional, they're the medicine your relationship desperately needsThe single most important skill you were never taught about love (and how to finally practice it)If you're exhausted from trying to keep your relationship together, or just tired of being the one who always tries, this episode will help you name what you're feeling, and finally offer a way forward. We'll share the science, the stories, and the skills that can help you stop spiraling, reconnect, and rebuild.Here's our big question:What if “not fighting” isn't a sign things are getting better, but the clearest warning that your relationship needs help, now?It's not your fault. You just haven't learned the skills yet. Join us in the Love Shack, let's talk about what no one else is saying, and get you the relief you deserve.

KT opens the gates to the Love Shack, sharing a story so outrageous it sounds made up: Australian content creator Annie Knight claims she had sex with 583 men in six hours as part of her quest to reach 1,000 partners in 2025. The crew breaks down the logistics, the math, the ethics, and the sheer absurdity of it all—“There's gotta be a bullpen, right?”—while questioning the viral culture of shock-value notoriety.

Jim Rome's Daily Jungle 5/13/25 The Dallas Mavericks somehow won the NBA Draft Lottery with less than a 2% chance. Is this a victory lap for all conspiracy theorists? Then, Jim listens to a Love Shack parody for Arena Club. Jim is joined by UFC Hall of Famer Daniel Cormier and The Athletic's NBA Senior Writer Joe Vardon. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

The Jim Rome Show HR 2 - 5/13/25 Jim takes some calls from the Clones and then listens to Rob in Reno's Love Shack parody , "Slab Pack". Then, Jim gives us the latest Knicks fan postgame video from outside Madison Square Garden. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

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Saif and Sweet T conclude their mini-series on time (finally). They discuss relativity and the film Interstellar as a means of getting everyone on the same page (0:20). Things get interesting as they imagine your brain being the key to it all (8:42). The guys go on a tangent about the symphony (21:55) before playing hypothetical time-travel games and recapping the history of the show (29:56). T poses an interesting question before they further discuss time travel movies and the energy question (44:20). We learn who's currently working on this and what's next (50:33).Thank you for tuning in and giving us your continued support. Please follow Catch The Sky Podcast on ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Facebook⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠YouTube⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, or ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@CTSTerry⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ on Twitter to interact with us on social media or subscribe wherever you listen to podcasts.Music by ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Emby Alexander⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Recorded April 26, 2025#CatchTheSky #Podcast #Sweet #T #Time #Travel #HotTub #Machine #BackToTheFuture #Interstellar #Inception #Nolan #TENET #Kubrick #Clarke #SpaceOdyssey #Butterfly #Effect #Space #Einstein #Past #Present #Future #Energy #Brain #Jazz #Music #AlwaysBeComing #TrashRocket #EmbyAlexander

Kate Pierson is a founding member of the B-52s, which has been around for nearly 50-years with such hits as "Rock Lobster," "Love Shack" and “Roam.” They just finished their latest Las Vegas residency at The Venetian and were seen as part of the SNL50 music celebration.Nine years after her solo debut, 2015's "Guitars and Microphones," Pierson's new album is "Radios and Rainbows." Pierson has crafted a diverse collection of songs – filled with personal reflection, activism, and dance musicKate is here this morning to talk about the new album and her gig at City Winery Hudson Valley in Montgomery, NY on Friday, May 2nd, 2025 at 7:30PM.

How do tapes work? Who's back (for the first time even though we don't see them)? And what's set way back in the middle of a field? We record the answers to these questions and more as we deconstruct Season 1, Episode 8 of Family Matters. Alex Diamond, David Kenny, and John McDaniel heard that the long-running network sitcom Family Matters ends with side character Steve Urkel going to space. And the best way to figure out how that happened - obviously - is to watch the last episode first and make our way backwards through nearly ten years of television.Join our countdown to number one (and our slow descent into madness) in all the places you expect internet people to be:Website: jumpingtheshuttle.spaceEmail: jumpingtheshuttle@gmail.comInstagram: @JumpingTheShuttle / @ThatAlexD / @dak577Twitter: @JumpingShuttle / @ThatAlexD / @dak577TikTok: @JumpingTheShuttle / @ThatAlexD / @dak577Brought to you by Smooth My Balls

Train Sweet Soul Sister, B52's Loveshack, Level 42 Something About You, Peter Gabriel Red Rain, Hall & Oates Private Eyes,  Kenny Loggins Footloose and more are discussed.  Join Patreon for extra episodes at Patreon.com/jimflorentine Join Youtube for extra episodes at https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCymIVy0JLL1qoVaQ3wbsGoA/join  

By Michael Thompson

Tonight we sit down and talk to Louisiana Tech Infielder Colton Coates. He talks to us about the current season so far, what to expect in Conference play, and if he can hit the train at "The Love Shack!"

Hop into the car with me as I recount a hilarious ride with my daughter and her friend, where our clashing music choices led to unexpected moments of joy.Prepare for a star-studded flashback as we recount the SNL 50 Homecoming Concert, where the unexpected twist of Jimmy Fallon launching the night with a Blues Brothers-style act set the tone for the evening. As the stage lights flickered, Eddie Vedder delivered heartfelt tributes through the tunes of Tom Petty and Pearl Jam, while the B-52s, transported us back to the '80s with "Love Shack." And just when you think the night couldn't get more magical, Devo, David Byrne, Post Nirvana, and Jack White made us all fans again.Our journey wouldn't be complete without delving into tales of classic music that shaped generations. Led Zeppelin's ambitious "Physical Graffiti" offer tales of musical genius and legacy. We reminisce about Tom Petty's chart triumphs, The Smiths', and Tears for Fears 'Songs from the Big Chair' album. With a nod to the power of timeless lyrics, we celebrate the enduring beauty of music, inviting listeners to share their thoughts and memories with us."Music in My Shoes" where music and memories intertwine.Learn Something New orRemember Something OldPlease Like and Follow our Facebook and Instagram page at Music In My Shoes. You can contact us at musicinmyshoes@gmail.com.Send us a one-way message. We can't answer you back directly, but it could be part of a future Music In My Shoes Mailbag!!!

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We live in a culture that's not only made sex outside marriage acceptable -- it's made sex outside marriage the norm. The world tells us that the purpose of sex is for mere enjoyment without boundaries, but God tells us He created it for a special purpose, to be experienced within the covenant of marriage. Scripture's always been clear and consistent about God's design, and our response to His Word should be the same -- unwavering and unchanging, no matter what other people say or think.

God designed sex to stay within marriage, yet we live in a culture that has made it normal to be used for mere enjoyment without boundaries. No matter what other people say or think, the Bible is clear and in order to keep ourselves from consequences we must choose to live our lives in obedience to God and His design and encourage others to do the same. To support this ministry financially, visit: https://www.oneplace.com/donate/640/29

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Watch on Philo! - Philo.tv/DTHIt's Valentine's Day in the big city, and everyone is in love... everyone except for Hannah. But Hannah is surrounded by Valentine's Day cheer because she works for Alouette Chocolate. She claims she's not over Valentine's Day, but we all know the truth.We then meet Finn, an artist who also works as an Uber driver. Hannah ends up getting into his car and has to sit in the front because she's feeling sick. While riding, Hannah finds an engagement ring on the floorboards! Whose ring is it?! Finn suggests he'll just bring it to his boss—someone will get it back eventually. But Hannah insists that won't do! "They probably need it for tonight—it's Valentine's Day!" she says. So, Finn reluctantly agrees to help track down the ring's owner, but they have to make some stops along the way, including picking up a massive bouquet of roses.They first go to a cooking class to track down a couple, but there's no luck. Then they head to a club to find a single woman, but still no luck. Finn keeps getting calls from his business partner, reminding him that he's supposed to be at an event for his latest photo exhibit. But who cares? Because the sparks are flying! They dance together to Love Shack in the club—by now, they're basically married.This night has everything: police escorts for no reason, a bakery food truck, and a silly wire in Finn's car that keeps getting loose. He remembers his night started when a guy got into the wrong car for no reason. He also remembers the guy was supposed to be going to a restaurant, so they rush over there, climb the stairs (because the elevator is broken), and find him just in time! The guy proposes, she says yes, and fireworks start going off outside!Well, they did it. So, now what? Both of them have work events to get to, so... I guess that's that.But it's not. They can't stop thinking about each other. As Hannah goes to leave, Finn is waiting outside, and he shoots his shot—they kiss! 

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Episode 63: Don Was.Don Was is undeniably one of the most influential figures in music. For the past 31 years, he's been producing The Rolling Stones, while also working with legends like Bob Dylan, Bonnie Raitt, The B-52's, and John Mayer. Beyond that, he's the President of Blue Note Records, plays bass with Bob Weir, and now fronts his own band.In this episode, Don sits down with Elmo to share how he balances running Blue Note Records, producing iconic albums, and touring. He opens up about the challenges of managing a record label in today's rapidly changing industry and shares some gold on how he makes it all work. We also dive into how Blue Note has stayed relevant, from Robert Glasper's game-changing projects to rising stars DOMi and JD Beck.One of the highlights is Don's 30-year journey with The Rolling Stones. He breaks down what it's like to produce for rock legends and how he's maintained strong relationships with the band. Don also reflects on his friendship with jazz icon (and Elmo's cousin) Joe Lovano, studio sessions with Bob Dylan, and his early days with Was (Not Was)—including how "Walk the Dinosaur" became a life-changing hit.Don shares how he introduced John Mayer to Bob Weir which led to Dead and Co. and tells us how he produced The B-52's, including the making of “Love Shack.”This episode is packed with incredible stories and insights from a producer who's helped shape the soundtrack of generations. Plus, Don's about to hit the road with his Pan-Detroit Ensemble Tour—don't miss it. Let's go!‘Go with Elmo Lovano' is a weekly podcast where Elmo interviews creatives and entrepreneurs in music on HOW they push forward every day, got where they are in their careers, manage their personal lives, and share lessons learned and their most important insights.Please SUBSCRIBE / FOLLOW this podcast to catch new episodes as soon as they drop! Your likes, comments and shares are much appreciated! Listen to the audio form of this podcast wherever you get your podcasts: https://rss.com/podcasts/gowithelmoFollow Don Was:https://www.instagram.com/donwas/Follow Go With Elmo:https://www.instagram.com/gowithelmo/https://www.tiktok.com/@gowithelmohttps://x.com/gowithelmopodFollow Elmo Lovano:https://Instagram.com/elmolovanohttps://x.com/elmolovano

My love, do you love the shabby chic, Ralph Lauren, Martha Stewart, Ina Garten, Love Shack Fancy, hydrangeas & Nancy Meyers films? Well does Jadyn have good news for you... In this episode your host, Jadyn Hailey takes a deep dive into this styles plus the perfection inspirion to embody this aesthetic. Not only is this a style but a LIFESTYLE. Tune into this episode with an iced matcha as you feel inspired to live your own Nancy Meyers movie. Current Obsessions: - sparkling water  - ina garten memoir!!  - focus on growing your business Shopify                 Become your own dream girl with me!! : - 7AM MORNING ROUTINE | hot pilates, healthy breakfast & working from home - Instagram: Jadyn's Instagram & Busy, Yet Pretty Instagram - Busy, Yet Pretty Groupchat  - Tiktok: @Fairyjadyn - My Amazon Storefront: Jadyn's Storefront - Outfit Details: My Closet    

Send us a textHave you found yourself in the unsettling quiet of giving your partner the space they asked for, wondering if you're doing the right thing, or if you're losing them altogether? The silence can be deafening, filled with questions: Am I helping or hurting? Is this space tearing us apart, or could it actually bring us closer?Welcome to Love Shack Live, the podcast for anyone standing at a relationship crossroads, unsure of how to bridge the growing gap. If you're facing daily conflicts, emotional distance, or moments of doubt about whether love can survive the strain, you're in the right place. Together, we uncover the skills and strategies to rebuild bonds that are genuine and lasting.In this episode, we tackle the burning question: How much space is too much? We'll explore how to honor someone's need for space while maintaining a connection, and why this time apart might be the very thing your relationship needs to grow.By the end of this episode, you'll walk away with practical tools to create clarity during times of separation, establish healthy boundaries, and navigate the emotional uncertainty with intention and confidence.And here's the twist: we're not just talking about “giving space” to your partner. We're diving into how to use this time to reconnect with yourself, strengthen your foundation, and discover the opportunities hidden within the discomfort.So, grab your headphones and step into the Love Shack, where we'll guide you through this challenging season with wisdom, hope, and actionable insights.Your journey starts here.Chapters: 00:00 Introduction: Navigating Relationship Crossroads01:14 Understanding the Need for Space02:04 The Challenges of Giving Space02:58 Learning Relationship Skills04:47 Facing the Reality of Relationship Issues07:39 Common Misconceptions About Space19:23 The Importance of Clear Communication20:25 Healthy vs. Unhealthy Space29:30 Understanding the Need for Space30:22 The Emotional Struggle of Asking for Space31:36 The Pressure of Using Space Correctly35:25 Creating a Plan for Space37:12 Setting Agreements and Expectations40:08 Navigating No Contact Periods42:30 The Importance of Clarity and Communication53:32 Tools and Resources for Separation55:41 Reflecting on Personal Needs and Agreements57:14 Closing Thoughts and ReflectionsHas your partner asked for space? Don't panic. It doesn't have to mean the end of your relationship. Instead, it can be the start of a transformative journey toward clarity, confidence, and connection.✨ Start Your Self-Paced 30-Day Roadmap: This flexible, step-by-step guide is designed to help you navigate emotional distance, honor your partner's need for space, and rebuild trust—on your own terms and timeline. Learn more and get started today: https://stacibartley.com/self-paced/30-day-roadmap✨ Download the Separation Survival Kit: Your must-have resource for staying grounded, managing emotions, and gaining clarity during this uncertain time. Get your free guide here: https://stacibartley.com/separation-survival-kit/optin✨ Explore All Our Programs: From expert mentorship to proven strategies, discover the tools and support you need to navigate this chapter of your relationship. Browse here: https://stacibartley.com/programs/index/

Send us a textHere in Episode 204 of the No Name Music Cast, it is Tim's turn to pick the topic and he chooses to talk about The Pointer Sisters, Shania Twain and Gloria Estefan calling it The Ladies of Pop!We cover their hits such as Slow Hand, Conga, Jump and Man! I Feel Like a Woman.We also cover the Kennedy Centre Honours, Sponge Bob, Garth Brooks and Taxes!Tim also has a Love Shack update!https://www.facebook.com/NoNameMusicCast/Support the show

Send us a textFeeling stuck in the space between staying and leaving?That painful limbo, where your relationship isn't thriving, but it's not over either, can feel like a roller coaster of hope, despair, and confusion. Whether your partner has asked for space, filed for divorce, or you're simply feeling emotionally disconnected, you might be asking yourself: Can this relationship be saved, or am I fooling myself?Welcome to Love Shack Live, the podcast for anyone at a relationship crossroads. Hosted by Staci Bartley, along with her husband, Tom, and daughter, Brooke, we're here to help you navigate the complexities of love and partnership with honesty, compassion, and practical tools.In this episode, we're diving into what we call The Land of Maybe—the uncertain, emotional space where relationships are tested to their core. We'll explore:Why this space feels like “hell on earth” and how to find peace amidst the chaos.How letting go of control (not hope) can create powerful new possibilities.What needs to happen for healing, even when one partner seems resolved to leave.Real stories of couples who found clarity and growth, whether together or apart.If you're holding on, unsure what to do next, this episode is for you. Discover how to shift from fear and confusion to clarity and strength. Because space doesn't have to mean the end, it can be the beginning of transformation.Let's uncover what's possible. Join us in the Love Shack.Timestamps: 03:19 Listener Question: Avoiding Divorce05:13 Emotional Rollercoaster of Uncertainty07:31 The Importance of Honest Communication11:35 Navigating Emotional Pain and Discomfort21:02 The Power of Letting Go29:29 Creating Emotional Safety33:45 The Consequences of Avoiding Difficult Conversations35:52 The Importance of Honest Communication37:22 Learning to Communicate Effectively39:00 Personal Stories and Examples41:25 The Lifelong Journey of Relationship Skills44:10 Navigating Relationship Challenges47:58 The Power of Self-Reflection53:23 Envisioning a Future of New Possibilities57:38 Conclusion and ResourcesHas your partner asked for space? Don't panic—it doesn't have to mean the end of your relationship. Instead, it can be the start of a transformative journey toward clarity, confidence, and connection.✨ Start Your Self-Paced 30-Day Roadmap: This flexible, step-by-step guide is designed to help you navigate emotional distance, honor your partner's need for space, and rebuild trust—on your own terms and timeline. Learn more and get started today: https://stacibartley.com/self-paced/30-day-roadmap✨ Download the Separation Survival Kit: Your must-have resource for staying grounded, managing emotions, and gaining clarity during this uncertain time. Get your free guide here: https://stacibartley.com/separation-survival-kit/optin✨ Explore All Our Programs: From expert mentorship to proven strategies, discover the tools and support you need to navigate this chapter of your relationship. Browse here: https://stacibartley.com/programs/index/

Steph's Love Shack dance in the same episode as Kimmy's unicycle riding?! That's right, it's the season 3 finale and it's PACKED with entertainment! Ever wonder why Kimmy is riding a unicycle, of all things, in this episode? We'll tell you! Don't forget Jodie's dance performance! We have every behind-the-scenes memory you'd ever need! Plus, Andrea brings a surprise with her to this podcast recording... Join us for the season 3 finale right here on How Rude, Tanneritos! See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

As they rewatch PLL season 4 episode 15 ""Love ShAck, Baby"", Ashley and Hayley become obsessed with a featured extra who was born for the screen - a scene-stealing starlet named Bev. They also want to vom at Ezria's DISGOOSTIN' little hand dance, and unfortunately, Toburky Give Ick (and Toburky In Tank!)

John 00 Fleming presents JOOF Radio 058 (Tracklist below) With a run of festivals out the way where I' ve been playing shorter sets, I' ve been recalibrating for my many extended club sets ahead, digging more into my Deep hypnotic playlists and put a mix together of some of my favourite releases I' ve been loving this year. There' s some truly outstanding music out there. The harder side comes in the form of the guest mix from Daniel Weirdo from Hungary who' s currently on fire at the moment in the studio. Guest mix: Daniel Weirdo [Hungary] Tracklist: ---- John 00 Fleming ---- 1 Ruls - Higher High 2 Digital Mess - Connect The Head 3 Kebin Van Reeken, Topo Larocca, Undermove - Vagabund 4 Mike Koglin, Moodfreak, Sudhaus - Pulse (Kebin Van Reeken Remix) 5 Aphasia ofc - Fractured Shadows (Maarten Spoor Remix) 6 Milkwish & Van Dope - River (Jerome Isma-Ae Extended Remix) 7 Exotek — Arrival [JOOF Recordings] 8 Sphera - Echoes of a Previous Life [Iboga Records] 9 Sphera - Forever [Iboga_Records] 10 Basil O' Glue - Remember 98 [BAGRUHM] 11 Rick Pier O Neil & Elan Myles - Eternal Transit [JOOF Recordings] ---- Guest Mix ---- Guest mix: Daniel Weirdo [Hungary] --- Tour Dates ---- Sept 26th // Warehouse 3000, Melbourne [Australia] Sept 27th // Lucy' s Loveshack, Perth [Australia] Sept 28th // Chinese laundry, Sydney [Australia] Oct 05th // Lost in sound @ The mothership, Aukland [New Zealand] Oct 06th // Lemon & Lime @ The Triffid, Brisbane [Australia] Oct 12th // The Prog Lab, The Loco Klub, Bristol [UK] Oct 19th // Fleming & Lawrence @ Discopussy, Las Vegas [United States] Oct 25th // The Journey @ Shuffle Club, Calgary [Canada] Oct 26th // Ozmozis, Toronto [Canada] Oct 27th // Afraid Festival, Puebla [Mexico] Nov 16th // INCOGNITO, Los Angeles [United States] Dec 06th // ORA Nightclub, Seattle [United States] Dec 08th // Galaxy Station Festival, Houston [United States] More to follow tbc... *********************************************************** For JOOF merchandise and T-Shirts head to our shop here: https://john00fleming.tmstor.es ***********************************************************

The B-52's Fred Schneider joins panelists Eugene Cordero, Luke Burbank, and Paula Poundstone to talk Christmas albums, thrown ham, and singing "Love Shack" at karaoke.