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To be continued in part 23, By FinalStand for Literotica. Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 23 Zane Spars with the minds of the Faculty In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels. "You are quite the James T. Kirk in this Undiscovered Country of Freedom Fellowship University," Doctor Scarlett eventually spoke up. I didn't know who that was but I had a feeling it wasn't a modern Christian author. "Who?" I asked. Doctor Scarlett blinked. "James T. Kirk, Captain of the Starship Enterprise, from Star Trek," she seemed confused that I didn't know who this guy was. "Wait, you mean that bald guy? I thought he was named something else," I wondered. "That's Jean Luc Picard, who was the captain in the second series called Star Trek: The Next Generation," she corrected me. It was somewhat amazing to me that the Vice Chancellor was a science fiction buff. Who knew? "Oh, wait, you mean that guy that Chris Pine plays?" I thought I figured it out. "Thank you; he is kind of hot." "No," she corrected, "that is the new series of movies, but it is the same character." I nodded as the pieces slowly came together. "Ah, the Green Orion Slave Girl," I finally clued in, "and that black babe who later showed up on Heroes." Sensing Doctor Scarlett's exasperation I added, "I remember ladies better than I do men." "Obviously," she noted. "I did not call you to my office to discuss trivia, Mr. Braxton, " "Please, call me Zane," I interrupted then, "and I apologize for interrupting. May I call you Victoria?" "Doctor Scarlett will do," she shook her head. "As I was saying, I asked you here to discuss your integration into this school so that we can avoid some of the problems experienced in the past." I looked at her; she looked back, expecting me to say something, but I didn't. "As the sole eligible male on campus, what do you see as your role here?" she pressed on. "Uhmm, Doctor Scarlett, I am a student here, that is my role. Are you implying that I'm looking for something special because I am a guy?" I questioned. "Mr. Braxton, Zane, you are a guy, you have remodeled your personal quarters into a bordello, and there is evidence of you having sexual relations with multiple female students," she responded. "How is that not 'something special'?" "The administration stuck me in the attic, then told me I could set up my room any way I saw fit," I clarified. "The vast majority of my room is set aside for my fellow freshmen to have a place to unwind and relax." "I've never violated any girl's Purity Pledge, though a few have reconsidered it after meeting me," I admitted. "I've been in a few fights, I'm not proud of that. I did as much as I could do to resist Chancellor Bazz, I am proud of that. What she was doing was ten shades of wrong and I don't run away from a righteous fight." "Zane, I am not condemning you for defending the women in your life, nor for having a healthy libido," Doctor Scarlett stunned me with a lack of blame being tossed my way. I worked that over in my mind until I figured out what was going on. "So, do you have any recommendations on what I could do differently to fit in?" I inquired. The problem was, this wasn't about me fitting in. She wasn't lauding my sexuality and she was trying to throw me off-center by the little annoying phone call game, followed by this sympathetic interpretation of my school life to date. I knew she wanted to manipulate me but I didn't know why. I had to get her to tip me her hand so I could figure out what the game was. "Are you familiar with the concept of Christian Female Tribalism?" Scarlett opened. "I get the feeling it has something to do with the six framed articles from non-Christian magazines hanging on your wall," I noted. "Also, you are clearly the darling of the Christian media," I added, as I tallied up the dozen other articles attesting to her fame. "I haven't dedicated my life's work for the sake of popularity," Doctor Scarlett smiled (sure, right). "I am looking into the relationship between Jesus Christ's teachings, men and women. My research has led me to believe that women exist in a more spiritually pure form when solely in the company of other women." "Where do men fit into this picture?" I questioned. "Men provide the ultimate guidance, of course, as well as their roles in procreation and raising male children past the age of eleven," Doctor Scarlett related. "Women are happiest and most effective when they form their own networks and hierarchies." "You don't date much, do you?" I had to ask. "Mr. Braxton, I have lived a chaste life in pursuit of my studies," she answered. "Outside of your father, Victoria, have you ever lived under a man's guidance?" I wondered. It was a calculated move to use her Christian name. "It is Ms. Scarlett, Zane, and I have relied on a variety of pastors for spiritual guidance over the years," she stated. "Okay," I stood up, "we have nothing to discuss then." She didn't yell at me as I headed for the door. "You've never been in love and I can tell you have a poor estimation of romance." "You would be incorrect, Zane; I have been in love but I chose purity over sinfulness," she countered. "My faith is based on God being love, without reservation, restriction, or guilt. I know exactly where you are coming from," I said with my hand on the doorknob as I looked over my shoulder. "You are seeking validation for the mistakes you've made over your lifespan and you are willing to sacrifice the young ladies at the school." I was getting angry. "I was hoping for something better but it seems like a different conductor but the same old music, Doc." "That is not so," Doctor Scarlett stayed calm. "I am not attempting to drive you or any other student off campus. I am not your enemy." "That is simple enough to resolve," I nodded. "What is your perfect women's society view and response to promiscuity?" "Lust is a sin; women should resist sin as vigorously as men," she countered. "The seven deadly sins are Catholic, not the words of Jesus," I grinned. "In fact, the first list wasn't even created until the 4th century after Christ." "That does not make them any less valid," Doctor Scarlett offered. "What is the cut-off date for Bible legitimacy?" I turned and faced her. "1000 Ace? Today, here, and now? Who is to say I can't create new scripture, then?" "I apologize, Zane," she mused, "but you hardly seem to be someone touched by the hand of God with a gift of prophecy." "Do I have to lay on hands to prove it?" I beamed. I had finally been able to interject sexual innuendo into the conversation. She didn't respond like a damn normal person, no. Doctor Scarlett stood up, walked around her desk and came to a stop barely a foot from me. I am not so easily deterred. I leaned into the doctor until my nose was at the crux of her neck and shoulder. I used my cheek to push her hair aside and sniff my way up to her ear. She was really ironclad in her control of her passions. I trailed my nose up to her eyebrow ridge, circled over the forehead, down past the other eye, and over to her lips. We didn't kiss but I did get what I wanted. "How about I call you Victoria when we are alone?" I tested her. "No; call me Ms./Dr./Vice-Chancellor Scarlett," she corrected. "You are my student." "Cool," I shrugged. "Is there anything more for us to discuss?" "I would like to discuss my plans for this school and the role I think you can take on," Scarlett persisted. "We've had that discussion, I chose a messy democracy over any sweet-smelling dictatorial existence," I declared. "Your belief system stands for the denial of self-determination." "It does not, Zane. If anything, it gives women more power over their lives," she explained. "But the basis for your system retains men in charge, with the added 'benefit' of women being more removed from the critical decision-making processes," I replied patiently. "Don't you enjoy being in charge of so many women here at FFU, Zane? You have certainly convinced dozens of women to do what you want, even to their own detriment," Doctor Scarlett drove her point home. I laughed; I couldn't help myself. "I might enjoy being in charge if any of the women would give me the opportunity, Victoria. Honestly, I allow the women here to safely experiment with their sexually," I explained. "Thing is, I really don't mind because I help these ladies become more comfortable in their skins, with their desires, and allow them to share things they have discovered about themselves. If I was with only one woman, what peer could she talk to? You've put your blinders on to the fact that women want to examine those urges they all have," I proposed. "They don't surrender to lust; they acknowledge it, explore those frontiers, and then decide how to use that knowledge," I continued. "Most of the women in my life here don't lose their virginity. I think by challenging their Purity Pledge, they become stronger in their convictions. I'm not taking any choice from them; they are exercising their own will concerning their bodies." "If you deny the male role in the Christian relationship, doesn't that emasculate you?" Victoria asked, and I noticed she didn't chastise me for using her first name this time. "I'm not going to fall into the trap of mistaking sexual activity for true masculine activity," I headed her off. "I would like to think I mediate disputes, help with our studies, and protect them physically if needed. I don't like to fight, but I will fight to defend my ladies. So no, I don't feel less of a man because I listen to, occasionally obey, and always try to respect women." "I see your point, Zane, and I will give it some consideration," Doctor Scarlett lied to me. "Oh, wow, that condescension was unwarranted, Doc," I shook my head. "You would never accept that I could be the man who would alter your lifelong path. You have an unrealistic expectation of what that man would be like but it allows you to pursue your goal without male guidance and still be a good Christian woman." "So now you think I am a hypocrite?" She gave a patient smile. "Nope. I think you believe the theory you are selling, Vic. You are clever, attractive, but somewhat annoyed that your looks give your ideas less credence though you still use your looks when needed. You are manipulative because you are sincere and you want to keep the argument based on rational discourse, not passion." "That would make you my opposite," she observed. "You embrace your gut instincts and allow your emotions to override what you think is the safe course of action. It is a pity you perceive me to be your enemy; I thought we could do great things together." "You are the enemy, but you are not the bad guy; I respect those who have faith, even if it is faith in something I don't agree with," I pointed out. "You believe women are better off without male interference in their lives. I believe there is nothing better in Creation than a man and woman in harmony with one another," I stated. "Don't you believe in safeguarding these young ladies' souls?" Victoria pressed on. "If the ladies were children I could understand your interference," I countered, "but they are adults, capable of making adult decisions, and you do them a disservice by stealing their destinies from them." "You see yourself as a better alternative?" she remained serenely calm, that's so hot. "Lady, my life is a mess," I grinned. "I have a hard time figuring out what I'm going to do much less what I should tell someone else to do." "But you are making the decision that my solution is the wrong one. How do you justify that?" she countered my grin with a smile of her own. "Just because I don't have the right answer doesn't mean I don't recognize the wrong one when I see it," I reposted. "As I said earlier, we have nothing to discuss." "Very well," she allowed, "but please tell me what the whole sniffing thing was about." "It was more than sniffing, Doctor Scarlett. I was looking for your pulse reaction, sweat, what kind of perfume and body soap you use, as well as facial tics and eye dilation." "That is certainly odd," she pointed out. "Well, it tells me you are a mid-thirties virgin who likes feminine things. Your skirt is finely woven wool, your shirt is silk, and your cross is 24 K, as is the necklace, with a real ruby inset. Your bra is a black half-cup, which is very nice if you are wearing a white shirt. Lastly, you are wearing stockings, not pantyhose." "Since neither you nor Ms. Reveal is a lesbian, you are wearing these clothes for your own enjoyment because you are not interested in any man right now," I told her. "You are still holding out for your Mystery Man which is oddly romantic for someone who denies romance." "Ms. Buchanan was right," Scarlett laughed softly. "You would be interesting to deal with." Right as I made ready to ask her what exactly Christina said, my stomach began rumbling. "I'm off to lunch unless you need me for anything right now," I sighed. Victoria turned me around and directed me out the door. Rio, Mercy and Vivian were waiting for me. It rapidly became clear that Rio was Doctor Scarlett's next appointment. "Ms. Reveal," I inquired of Doctor Scarlett's assistant who glared in response. "I'm heading off to the dining hall, and since I doubt you've been able to grab a bite to eat, do you want me to pick up something for you and the doctor?" I doubted that was what she expected. She typed away at her keyboard for a few second, checking out today's menu. "Mr. Braxton, could you get me the Caesar Salad and Doctor Scarlett the trout?" she said. "Zane," Rio snickered softly, "how far did you get? I'd hate to have to sex her up all over again when I can go straight for the main dish." "Smooth, Bro," I groaned while Marisol looked like she was going to staple Rio's ear to the desk. "The Doctor and I talked and that is all," I cautioned Rio. "I suggest you do the same and keep it simple." Rio snorted and followed Doctor Scarlett into her office. Before she dropped out of sight, Rio half-turned, pointed at Victoria's ass, and mouthed 'Wow' and made out the hourglass curves. She was really subtle; only Mercy, Vivian, Marisol and I saw it, which meant all of us. "Mercy, are you going to be okay?" I inquired once the door shut and Mercy had sat down on the bench outside the office. "I need to stay for Rio," Mercy sighed. "Vivian, can you wait for Rio while Mercy and I take a walk?" I asked my guardian. "Absolutely, Zane," Vivian nodded. She took a seat while Mercy followed me wordlessly out the door. "You don't have to do this, Zane," Mercy spoke up after a while. "Own up to all you do, Mercy," I replied, "and by that, I mean I brought you and Rio into a collision course so I am as responsible for your happiness as I am for Rio's." "I, umm, thank you," Mercy worked out the words. "Rio can be too much to handle at times." "Yes," I wrapped a very inappropriate arm around her shoulder, "she can be, but I feel she's worth putting up with the bull crap. Don't be discouraged by her fooling around with other women, or men; Rio is far more loyal than people give her credit for. She may do things to piss you off, that's a given, but she wants to be with you. In fact, who do you believe she was thinking of when she bought that ass plug?" "You?" she meekly mocked me. "Ha, ha, ha," I chuckled. "That is the reason I don't sleep on my stomach these days, Mercy. She plays rough. She loves rough too, so I feel it is an adequate trade-off. If you want to snuggle with someone else from time to time, you are welcome on my pillow any night." "Zane, do you think I'm a lesbian? What I am trying to say is, I think I may be a lesbian but I'm not sure," Mercy confided in me. "It doesn't matter what I think but in my experience, you are bi-sexual, not a dedicated lesbian. That could mean that you like relationships with girls but the occasional fling with a guy," I said. "You have had sex with me and I know you enjoyed it. You are not in an environment that allows many men so now that you are coming into your sexuality, you are confronted by women. Sexual orientation is one thing; sexual preference is another," I went on to say, "At Spring Break we should put your ideas to the test. Until then, don't worry too much about it." "Not being a virgin would be horrible enough," Mercy related. "If my parents thought I was homosexual, they would die, or kill me." "Mercy, do you think what you are doing is sinful?" I questioned. Mercy had to think about that for a while. We gathered up three trays and made our way back to the Vice Chancellor's office. "Yes, yes, I do, Zane," Mercy muttered. "I am afraid I'm going to Hell." "Mercy, you are not going to hell, at least not for what you've been doing the past few weeks," I comforted her. "Think about the good you've done for Rio." "I am still steeped in perversions," she moped. "Trust me on this; the battle between Heaven and Hell will not be decided by the playful use of a dildo, ass plug, or vibrator," I whispered into her ear. Mercy rewarded me with a wicked little smile. "What matters is the happiness you bring, the trust you earn, and the powerless you protect. Don't knock yourself out because you too are feeling pleasure." Mercy stopped walking which brought me up short. She worried her lower lip as she worked some things out in her head. "Do you think I'm really Rio's best hope at salvation?" she asked softly. "You more than anyone else," I responded. I could see a weight lifting off her shoulders. "Thank you, Zane," she smiled at me. We entered the Administration building and headed for the Vice-Chancellor's office. "I'm going to have to tell Rio about his conversation," I told her. Mercy looked uncertain. "Someone deserves a spanking, don't you think?" That wonderful little lusty smile crept onto her lips once more. More Monday Mornings   Doing the correct thing is good; doing right and confounding your enemies at the same time is golden. Blow & Arrow "You are getting better, Zane," Molly Travers told me after my rotation to the shooting line. "If you say so," I shrugged. "I've yet to hit the rings twice in a row." "But you are hitting the target every time," she pointed out. "Great," I chuckled, "if I ever get attacked by a rhino or a barn door, I'll do fine." "If it is a big barn door, a really big barn door," she snickered in sympathy. "So, uhmm, what do you think your chances against Hope are?" "Huh," I looked to her, "are you betting on me and Hope's sparring match?" "It's not really a bet, more like a wager," Molly grinned. "Betting and wagering is the same thing, Molly," I pointed out. "Okay, fine, we are betting on the outcome," Molly admitted. "So what do you think the odds of you winning are?" "Barring the intervention of large fighting robots, I'd bet on the cute Asian chick to win," I joked. "Arrows," Chastity called out. It was my job to retrieve all the expended arrows from the field, being the junior member of the team. After that we did one more round, then we cleaned up and made our way to either study period or our next club. Chastity held me back so that we could go to Karate class together. "Don't be too hard on Hope," Chastity abruptly told me. "I'm not all that sure I can beat her, Chastity," I confided. "Oh, there is no chance of that," Chastity assured me. "She's going to destroy you. I only want to make sure you are a good sport about it because she really likes you and she's worried you might take this beating the wrong way." I stopped and stared at her somewhat incredulously. "Oh, come on," I grumbled. "I have some sort of chance. She's not that good." "If thinking that makes you feel better," she patted me on the back. "Well, if you believe I can't win, you will be willing to make a wager on the outcome then," I challenged Chastity. "What would it be?" Chastity mused. "You in a little, itty-bitty French Maid's outfit for twelve hours of my choosing," I said. "What do I get if Hope wins?" Chastity countered. "What would you want?" I grinned. "Any one favor to be decided on later," was what she came back with. "Oh, please, my favor is relatively precise while you want the world," I pointed out. "Okay, I want one 'forgiveness' in advance," Chastity offered. I groaned. "You just have to keep busting my chops, don't you?" I sighed. "Fine, I'll make the bet." For a private sparring match, Hope and I drew a great deal of attention. Christina, Heaven, Chastity, and Faith were expected, as was Coach Gorman. I had kind of hoped Cappadocia would hang around so we could hook up when the fight was over. Everyone else was rather distracting. Both Hope and I went shirtless, me bare-chested and she with a black sports bra, as well as barefoot. We set up four meters apart with Hope doing something that mimicked warm-up exercises. It took a second of eye contact for the fight to begin. I kicked out viciously; she collapsed beneath the blow and swept my legs. My back slapped the mats and before I could move or mount much of a defense, Hope was all over me. It was arm bar and she had my head in a scissor lock and that was that. I tapped out before she could render me unconscious. No one said anything as I regained my feet. I was careful not to make eye contact until I'd backed up a bit. I had no clue to what kind of Monkey Kung-fu she had just worked on me but I knew that what little Thai Kickboxing I had wasn't cutting it, but I knew even less Karate and even less of what Gorman and Black had shown me. It boiled down to making use of what I did know to the best effect. This time I danced to the left using a little trick Gabrielle Black had taught me (with some pain added). At first Hope mirrored my movements so when I lashed out with my first kick it caught her off-guard since I'd also been slowly closing the distance between us. She tried to snake within my reach but I kept shifting and kicking to hold her at bay. When she finally did get inside, I hit her with every fist/arm/elbow strike I knew. I knocked her back, pursued her, and for a moment it looked like I had a chance. Hope kept maneuvering with the grace of a gymnast so I couldn't pin her to the mat. Once she got to her feet I sensed I was rapidly running out of options. I certainly didn't expect a chop to my temple and that was pretty much all she wrote. She jumped up, put her knee into my diaphragm and rode me to the ground. I managed to block twice against her strikes as she straddled my stomach. I almost knocked her aside, we wrestled, and that was the totally wrong thing to do. I knew crap about wrestling. My tapping out was a foregone conclusion once she got me on my stomach. For a second I lay there marveling how quickly I'd gone down, twice. I noticed that Hope was still standing astride my body so I rolled over in place and looked up. For a second she had this look that reminded me of staring into the pitiless depths of the ocean. "My head hurts," I emphasized with a deep breath. That set off a flash of light in her eyes. "The important one or the one on top of your neck?" she smiled from above. Hope crossed her arms and helped me stand. "Are we okay?" she suddenly seemed worried. "Oh, hell, no," I gasped. "I've got to learn me some of those moves. You were freaking awesome." That outburst gained me a snort of amusement on her part. "I am not a master so I would have to consult my master before taking on a student," Hope informed me. "Your Father?" I was curious. "No; my Father had to get permission to teach my sisters and me. My Master is back in Korea," she answered. Hope and I parted ways and various friends now felt free to join the party. "Damn, Bro, she kicked your ass. I'm ashamed to call you family," Rio mocked me. "Rio, now you know how he feels about you every day," Valarie shot back. "I think he did pretty good, all things considered," Coach Dana Gorman stated. "I don't believe Zane's ever fought against a 'soft' or passive style." "Fifteen or twenty more years and I would have had her," I chuckled. "You are right, Coach; I've never seen her precise style. I've tried some of the exercises monks use but those were primitive compared to what Hope showed me today. Now I think I'm going to take a shower." "Everyone will clear out now," Coach ordered as I made my way to the showers. ZETAS "Honestly, Zane," Sahara lectured me deliciously, "did you have to flush my phone down the toilet?" "Technically, I only dropped it in," I corrected. "I didn't hit the handle. Besides, you know your husband would only annoy us with his incessant phone calls." "I still feel a little guilty," Sahara sighed. "He knew when I would be over and where we would be going if he wasn't going to be kind enough to be there," I pointed out. "The only reason to call you would be to ruin the moment he could have pre-empted by showing a little consideration for your feelings." "That is not fair," Sahara countered. "My husband is a community leader with many responsibilities." "So would you be if people would wake up and see you as I do," I answered. "Zane, I don't want any misconceptions about me," Sahara stared at me intently. "I am loyal to my marital vows." "I don't doubt that for a second," I agreed. "Betrayal leaves its own scars and I don't see any on you." Sahara didn't immediately react to that, instead taking a long sip of her tea. "Certainly you have heard the rumors by now?" she said softly. "Yes, and I believe them," I responded gravely. I let that hang there for thirty seconds. "Aliens did land in Roswell, New Mexico in 1947, and they interred the bodies at Wright-Patterson Air Force Base before finally moving them to Area 51." Sahara didn't know what to make of that for a second but slowly began to smirk. "What? Was there another rumor that I should be giving a damn about?" I concluded. "Some people compromise for the easy way out, some people remain mostly steadfast and take the hard road, but you are the only man I know who gladly skips through a minefield because even the hard road is too much of a compromise for you," she commented. "I can only be me," I replied. "I couldn't be you; I doubt the clothes would fit." "Oh, you are such a strange individual," she tilted her head. Before she could explain our food arrived and she felt it prudent to wait until there were fewer prying ears. "Do you think it is appropriate for me to, ask about Ms. Vickers?" "No," I responded patiently. "If you ever feel like it is your business, she's in church every Sunday and she's nice, if a bit nervous considering the current circumstances." "It is only that I hear things about you when my husband talks to other people and, much of it doesn't make sense," she added. "For instance, I believe I'm the only one who sees it but I'm sure you are having an affair with Rochelle Wellington." "I'm neither confirming nor denying anything but how does that make you feel?" I countered. "Infidelity is a crime," she answered after a few seconds, "but Mayor Wellington is a horrible, horrible man." And this was coming from the woman married to that bastard, Pastor Bill. "I confess that I find the whole thing very amusing, to the point where I pray to Christ for forgiveness virtually every night. That includes using me as a distraction for Kendra's nosey little self." "That was not my intent if that's any consolation," I sighed. "I simply thought we had a lot in common." "Such as?" she smiled. "Well, before we moved here, we had no idea where Lancaster, Virginia was," I started. "We both know that waving a Bible around doesn't make someone holy; a custom may be fine for you but it isn't for everyone and we know what it is to be judged by people who have never gotten to know us," I completed. "I also wanted you to know that I know about Bill and we are not alone." "Know? What do 'we' know?" she asked confidently enough. "We know why he let them think you were the one who was unfaithful," I clarified somewhat. Sahara stared at me, her face torn by a plethora of warring emotions; loyalty, anger over being betrayed, and relief that she didn't bear this terrible burden alone anymore were all there. "Men handle such things differently than women," Sahara told me in a distant voice. "My father wanted boys." "I imagine your Father-in-Law wishes he had raised his boy to be a man too," I joked. "That's unfair," I corrected myself. "I have nothing against men of a different persuasion. It is bastards I have a problem with." "Please, Zane, he is still my husband," Sahara admonished me. "Well, he had better start treating you better or I may re-familiarize him with Deuteronomy 23:1 (ty-jw)," I responded. "Your loyalty to him should be met with respect. That is the deal we make when we get married." "What makes you think you know so much about marriage?" Sahara inquired after a bite, some savory chewing and a gulp. "I'm smarter than I look. Okay, that's not too difficult, but I'm usually smarter than people give me credit for." "Smart things like inviting Ms. Kennan to services yesterday?" she taunted me. "I actually didn't invite her but don't tell anyone; I revel in people's opinion that I'm irreverent," I grinned. Sahara tried and failed to fight down her own smile in response. "I've actually invited Belle, Ms. Kennan, to live with me and Jill as well as giving her a job." "I, I don't know what to make of that," Sahara worried. "She's very pretty, I imagine." "Sahara, you need to become a better judge of people," I said. "I wouldn't trust Belle with my car keys or my favorite cuff links, but I'd trust her with Jill's life or my own." "Sometimes it helps to remember we are still listening to the words of a poor carpenter's son who suffered through exile," I pointed out, "who wouldn't do what the authorities told him to do, died because he was betrayed by a close friend, and went to the grave abandoned by all those who said they understood him; not most people's first choice for founder of the world's largest religion." "When you put it that way, it sounds depressing," Sahara agreed. "It also sounds exactly as it played out. It often does not occur to most believers that the flame of Christianity almost fluttered out before it ever really came to life." She looked for me to say something but all I did was grin. A few seconds later I saw that flicker of understanding come alive in her eyes. "Here you are, the star of multiple on-line sexual misadventures, sitting with the preacher's disreputable wife in the most romantic restaurant in town and we are discussing morality and religion," she chuckled. "No one will believe us despite this being the truth. I find your perverse and bizarre sense of humor very enchanting, Zane." "The important thing is that you are having a good time, Sahara," I explained. She laughed out loud, drawing attention to our little candlelit alcove of the eatery. I doubted she cared and I certainly didn't. We finished our meal, I paid, and we headed straight back to her place. The game was, we left zero time for any possible hanky-panky to take place. We wanted the people who were going to accuse us of impropriety to make real asses of themselves when we revealed our timeline established by my filling up of gas right before picking her up, our valet ticket at the restaurant, and finally, our credit card receipt for the restaurant itself. I had outlined my plan to Sahara and she heartily approved. Unlike the time her husband had screwed her over, she could fight this scandal. I pulled into the Penny's driveway and I rushed around to get her door for her (thank you, Heaven, for that bit of etiquette). We walked through the front door only to see Pastor Bill a few steps away from the door. "Where have you been?" he growled. Sahara dutifully lowered her head. "We were at Zetas," I stated calmly, "right where I told you we would be." Bill ground his teeth and glared at Sahara. "What have you been doing?" he snapped. "Nothing," I now grinned. "I accidentally left the lube and the box of condoms on your kitchen counter." Pastor Bill was rendered speechless. "I was the one who dropped her phone into the toilet; don't blame Sahara," I told him. "Sahara, this was fun. I don't often get to have an adult conversation about the basis of Christianity. I do appreciate your insights. I gotta go now. You two have a good evening and I guess I'll see you on Wednesday night, Sahara. Bill, I'll see you on Sunday." "I doubt you will be seeing my wife again," Bill finally ground out. "Sahara, please give me and your husband a moment alone?" I asked her. "Of course, Zane, and thank you again for an intellectually stimulating night," was her own way at rebelling. I could tell ol' Bill didn't appreciate her pleasant tone to me one bit. When she had moved out of sight I leaned into my so-called religious leader. "Bill," I whispered to him, "between you, me and God, if something happens to Sahara, I'm giving you one year and a day, then they'll never find your body. You know the kind of low-lifes I hang out with. I'm not bluffing. The only other injustice will be that you won't suffer nearly enough. Am I absolutely fucking clear?" "I'm not afraid of you, you sleazy scumbag punk," he hissed. "Whatever, Bill, but you might want to know that the circuit board for your home security system is manufactured by a company I own," I lied. I had no idea if there was a circuit board for his system or who the hell manufactured it, but I was pretty sure he didn't know either. Bill and I were at an impasse. He was a bully and a liar who was used to manipulating people using both other people's faith and sins to get what he wanted. My advantage was that I was well known to be willing to inflict pain to get what I wanted (I just wanted to protect my ladies) and he was averse to actual physical confrontation. Belle brought a whole new definition to the conflict at First Anointed Free-willed Fellowship of Christ Church. There were a growing number of people willing to resist the order Bill had crafted for his own power. Now people defied him and the normal techniques of censor had little effect. His best hope was that Zane Braxton would get hung in another bizarre encounter and remove himself from the equation without Bill's interference. That was his hope, anyway. ON The CRUX OF CHANGE "Hey, Briana," I told my buddy from Colorado State. I was standing outside the door that led to my floor once more. "Hey, Future Slave to my Desires," she giggled back. She was a whole lot more playful than the last time we'd talked. "Gak!" I played with her. "I'm pleased to find you in higher spirits tonight. I hope that means you are doing better?" "Actually, I had a freaky weekend," she sighed. "I met my boyfriend's other girlfriend, it was a totally psycho-girlfriend moment too. She came at me when I was training with some sisters for a 5K run. She appeared in the parking lot and started screaming at me. It was scary. I had three sisters and she brought two wacked-out friends. A pair of off-duty firemen broke it up; sadly, one is married and the other is gay." "Briana, I have a confession: I'm a gay man in denial and I'm tired of hiding the real me," I stated sincerely. Briana's laughter rocketed through the connection, followed by some off-screen conversation, then the phone being handed around. "If you want that lie to be believable, tell us you are secretly a lesbian," Jarunee snickered at me in her native Thai tongue. "Give me a second and I'll come up with something more believable," I chuckled back in the same lingo. "How have you been?" "Pretty good; better than you since that little Korean girl wiped your ass all over the mats," she responded in English. "Okay, she's not so little, and I have it on good authority she was a champion on the Tijuana Midget Fighting Circuit while still in preschool," I covered my ass, then a fear began clawing its way inside me. "Is there any suggestion that she and I may have gone to bed together?" "Of course; this morning's upload," Jarunee informed me. "Oh, in that case, please tell the rest of the Kappa Sigmas that I won't be doing Spring Break after all," I groaned. "What, why?" Jarunee gulped, wondering what she'd done wrong. "Her dad is going to kill me," I related jokingly. "I won't make it to the end of this semester, much less to March. It was a nice dream, though." "Are you serious?" Jarunee worried. "Apparently Hope's, that's Hope Song who kicked my ass, father is some sort of a South Korean superman who eats two-bit punks like me for breakfast," I shrugged. "It can't be, and the phone was taken away. "Oh, my God! Was that one of Yeong Song's daughters you banged that can now be seen all over the internet?" a different girl babbled. "You really are a dead man." "Ooo-kayyy, who are you, by the way? I'm Zane," I started off. "Sorry. I'm Chrissy and my father is in the Navy and he does, stuff. I don't know how bad that man is but I've seen SEALs scramble to get out of that man's way faster than they would for any admiral." "What? That's absurd," I joked. "No one is that much of a bad-ass." Except for Gabrielle Black, I am so going to die at this man's hands, aren't I? "All I know is that the Navy decided it was safer to put him up at our house as opposed to a motel. Mom got upset because apparently the North Korean government put a huge bounty on his head since he killed so many of their Special Forces guys, no lie." I said nothing for the longest time. "Maybe he'll think I'm good son-in-law material," I tried to sound upbeat. "Yes," Chrissy tried to sound positive as well. I, of course, was desperately trying to remember how many times I had made Hope suck my cock, and our discussion of anal sex wasn't worth mentioning. Curling up into a fetal ball wouldn't do anyone any good either. "Very well, Chrissy. Can I talk to Briana one more time?" I asked. "Of course, Zane, and don't worry; the whole Kappa Sigma Sorority will start working on this problem. We will figure out something," she assured me. "Hey, guy," Briana sounded apprehensive, "are you going to be okay?" "Babe, it is just another day ending in 'y'. I've got this," I said confidently. "Good night, now." Briana said her good-byes and I took a moment to get my thoughts together before heading upstairs. It turned out I had over seventy ladies in my place, none more surprising than Coach Dana Gorman. She was paired with Valarie against Millicent and Raven in what looked like a close match up on the pool table. Another totally bizarre image was Vivian and Rio laying stomach first on the floor near one of the TV's, calves kicking in the air with Vivian helping Rio with something oddly akin to schoolwork. Mercy, Opal, Brandi, and Brigit were gathered around the closest table having formed some sort of study group as well. Magically enough, in the twilight of my life (no, I am not over-reacting!) it is good to see one of my plans actually work in almost the way I had intended. No one had noticed me arrive so I turned to go to the drink bar, and walked right into Paige. "Hi!" she squealed in excited delight. Her tight little albino body vibrated with orgasmic energy. "Hey, Babe," I kissed her on the lips lightly. She kept her hands tightly clasped behind her back. "You don't smell like sex," she grinned. "I went out to eat with the preacher's wife, Paige," I groaned. "Not every date is an inevitable sexual hook-up. We had a nice meal and talked about our church, morality, and religion, honest to God." "I believe you," Paige wouldn't stop grinning. "Cordelia is in your room, waiting for you, and thank you, thank you, thank you." Paige was undoubtedly ecstatic over the red marker on Cordelia's face that read 'Paige is smarter'. To see that was one of Paige's deepest desires. Cordelia was working away on her tablet as I slipped into my room. She was fully on my sleeping stage, lying on her back and tablet held up over her head as she worked on it. "Hello, Zane," Cordelia said. "I like your place; it is very you." "Cordelia," I managed to say back in a civil tongue. "Did you know who Yeong Song is?" "Of course I do," Cordelia answered without looking away from her work. I didn't say too much because I had little polite to say to the girl at the moment. After a minute she finished up working on her computer, put it down, propped herself up on her elbows, and smiled my way. Her pigtails swayed as she looked me over. "You are upset," she noted. "Why are you here?" I inquired curtly. "Oh, now we are in the 'you are angry with me but doing an admirable job controlling your violent impulses and going to reduce your interactions with me yet not going to let me alter your lifestyle in any way' phase," Cordelia sighed. "I am not fighting the fact that you are the smartest person on campus, maybe the smartest person I've ever met, but I think we are done playing around. When I drive out of these gates for the last time four years from now, I'm going to forget you and go on with my life," I told her. Cordelia smirked, then laughed. "Zane, I made you, you are my creation," she giggled. I was about to get pissed, then I got another boot to the head. "I was drawn to your family's tragic death years ago, saw your return to the United States as an excellent opportunity for us both, created several identities, talked to your aunt on-line about FFU, altered the admissions software so your application would be accepted, and made sure your medical records weren't examined until you were on campus." "You put me and Rio together," I pieced together; Cordelia nodded. "Iona?" "Ah, she's loyal to you, but it was easy enough to put her in your class. She is the type of girl who runs across traffic to save a turtle crossing the road," Cordelia smiled. "I knew she'd rally to your side, just like I knew that would be enough to keep you here until other events unfolded," she seemed terribly pleased. "Now the sorority and Christina are all you as well as the run-ins with the law, but you are my weapon to use on this campus, Zane. I could never beat Chancellor Bazz without creating a scandal that would break the school apart," she informed me. "Your rebellion was a possibility I explored but your ability to enlist Christina and the freshmen wasn't something I could facilitate; again, that was all your doing." "I have respected you and Heaven," Cordelia pointed out. "Because Christina and I would kill you," I countered. "No; I kept her secret because I am not needlessly cruel," she said. I almost believed it. "Wrong, Cordelia; you didn't betray Heaven because Christina and I would leave FFU," I stated. "Your game would fall apart; not because either one of us is special but because you don't like playing with dumb people, there is no challenge to it." Cordelia's smile only got wider. "You don't disappoint," she remarked, without a hint of shame or guilt. "Am I forgiven?" It occurred to me that no matter how absurd on the surface, Cordelia wanted someone to know and, in a way, understand her genius. "I think we may be past that," I murmured. "How about this; the Time Lord Mafia needs, I need your help," she confessed, but I was wary. "When Ms. Black came here I was suspicious that her record was too clean," Cordelia related, "so when you gave me that warning, I began digging very carefully. Well, this morning something happened." "Oh, crap," I muttered. "How bad and how likely is it that you will be tracked back to here?" "I set up a blind station in Lima, Peru," she said matter-of-factly, "all paid for in cash by people who don't know the real me. I had surveillance on the place as standard practice. Late last night, Lima time, three armed men broke into the small room and tore the place up." "Who were they?" I was now more intrigued. "They spoke perfect Spanish so I had no clue until one of them screwed up and a cheap shelf fell on him. He cursed in Hebrew." Cordelia exhibited real shock. "They were Mossad. I check up on some other stuff and I really think they are Israeli intelligence." What in the hell was Mossad doing hunting Gabrielle? What the hell was the only guy in an all-girls university doing getting involved with all this? Fuck it all, I'm a horny eighteen-year-old boy with more girlfriends than any two sane men would want. Wasn't talking to yourself one of the signs of mental instability? I was saved by the phone, sort of. "Zane, this is Doctor Scarlett," the Vice Chancellor said, "I am at your door and I need to come up and talk to you for a bit." "Of course, Doctor Scarlett," I responded as I caught Cordelia's eye. I hung up and the two of us headed into the main area. As soon as we exited the screens, Cordelia went toward the closest group of students to warn them and I travelled down the stairs. "Hey, Doctor," I greeted my latest guest. I screened the keypad from her view, asked the system for a new password, and read it off to her as it popped up. Doctor Scarlett reentered the code and had it scan her thumbprint without comment. "Thank you, Zane," Victoria greeted me politely. "I would like to see your domicile as well, if that is convenient." "Sure thing," I told her. "We have about forty-five minutes before curfew so it's pretty occupied." "It is your room," she nodded. "I have every reason to believe you are responsible with its use." I wouldn't say that, but then in the past five minutes my life had gone to hell anyway, and I had to put up a good face until bedtime. "Ah, the pictures I've seen do not do the view justice, Mr. Braxton," Doctor Scarlett exhaled. "Relax, take a walk around, and/or help yourself to some food, Doc," I offered. "After nine o'clock you may call me Victoria, Zane," she allowed in return. I was a little stunned. No one seemed overjoyed that Victoria was here but they weren't stampeding toward the door either. "You provide a great deal of stability," she told me softly. "Your presence provides your guests with a sense of peace and safety." "Perhaps you missed Coach Gorman giving two of your students pool lessons right over there?" I suggested. "Dana is your guest too, though I doubt her mood is swayed one way or another by your sense of calm," she grinned, then was brought up short. "Zane, there are two women in, bikinis in your, " "It is a hot tub," I provided the identification, "and I also provide the swim suits for those who need them." Victoria stared at me for a few seconds and I could sense her ready to finally explode on me with some righteous rage toward my overtly sexual ways. "Why would you have women's swimsuits?" she asked patiently. "I have one-pieces as well," I responded. "What would be the point of installing a hot tub, showers, and a sauna if I don't also supply the girls with swimsuits and towels?" Those words put her back on an even keel. Still -- "Doc, I have women coming in my second-story bedroom window back home in the middle of the night for the purposes of sexual intercourse," I sighed. "I hardly need to give students here revealing clothing to feed any vicarious thrill. Do you want a suit to take a dip?" "Let me think about that," she replied quickly. "How long does it take you to obtain a girl a suit?" "I have a suit for you already; you are virtually Vivian's size. And I even have one in red if that is your preference," I said. "Do you really want me to be in a red bikini?" she wondered. It was a trick question. "It is a one-piece, and all I want is for you to be as happy as you can be without trampling on the aspirations of others," I answered. "So you feel responsible for all the girls at this school," she stated. It took me a moment to realize this was a statement, not a question. "Good night, Zane," Victoria smiled. "Good night, ladies," she called out to the room. A chorus of 'good night's' were returned. She disappeared down the stairs and I felt a deep desire to be alone. Peace and quiet sounded good, yeah, I know. "Bro?" Rio snuck up on me. She gave me a quick once-over, then tenderly wove her arms around my waist and hugged me tightly. "I'm okay, Rio," I muttered. "Don't lie to me," she squeezed me tighter. "Trust me; I know that desperate, hopeless look well and I can see it creeping up behind your eyes. Zane, I don't know what's wrong and I'm not going to ask, but I want you to know that I'm here for you." I tilted my upper body back and met her gaze. "Who are you and what have you done to my Rio?" I grinned weakly. "Hey," she remained scarily compassionate, "you've soaked up my pain often enough. It is about time you let me carry some of yours." "What can I do?" Iona wiggled up to my side. A further miracle was delivered when Paige appeared within my field of vision at over five feet away. "Guys, do you think I can have the night to myself? I need to work out things in my head," I begged. "Consider it done," Rio and Iona stated together. Iona departed to spread the word. Rio departed as well, but doubled back to give me another hug. "Zane, don't leave me," she whispered into my chest. "Three seconds ago I was going to knock you out, roll you up in a blanket, and take you with me when I scaled the walls and ran home," I sighed. "To the bitter end," I gave Rio's and my own little motto. "To the bitter end," she mumbled back. After that, going to bed was surprisingly easy. "Zane," Gabrielle greeted me with a ghostly voice. I had called her and said we needed to talk. "Someone did some poking around on you," I told her, "and as a result, three Mossad agents broke into a false station they had in Peru. Is there anything we need to know about why Israeli Intelligence sent three armed men looking for you?" "Three," she mused. "The back-up squad was outside. Since you made no mention of a grenade, I assume they wanted me alive. What are the odds of them tracing the search back to Freedom Fellowship?" As she talked, she sat down on the bed next to me, next to my hip. "Since I have no clue as to what resources they can bring to bear, I would feel safe enough remaining here if they were after me," I answered. "What's your next move?" For a reason that went way beyond insane, I suddenly didn't want her to leave. "I wait. I do not have infinite exit plans or resources," she told me. "You are taking this awful well," I noted. "As opposed to wasting energy becoming pointlessly annoyed? You will keep me apprised of further developments," she commanded then rose to leave. "Gabrielle, do you know a guy named Yeong Song?" I blurted out. "I know of him but I've never met him," she stop

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Join newly minted Dispatch contributor Megan McArdle as she joins Steve Hayes, Jonah Goldberg, and David French to discuss the Trump administration's strikes against alleged drug runners in Latin America, the confusing messaging over Russia and Ukraine in the space of one week, and the freak out over the East Wing remodel. The Agenda:—Some good news and bad news—Breaking down Article II—Reading the Trump tea leaves on the Russia-Ukraine conflict—White House East Wing remodel and billionaire pals—Meaty discussion about meat and beyond Show Notes:—War on the Rocks podcast—Ukraine: The Latest podcast from The Telegraph—Heat: An Amateur's Adventures as Kitchen Slave, Line Cook, Pasta-Maker, and Apprentice to a Dante-Quoting Butcher in Tuscany The Dispatch Podcast is a production of The Dispatch, a digital media company covering politics, policy, and culture from a non-partisan, conservative perspective. To access all of The Dispatch's offerings—including access to all of our articles, members-only newsletters, and bonus podcast episodes—click here. If you'd like to remove all ads from your podcast experience, consider becoming a premium Dispatch member by clicking here. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In this heartfelt episode, Steve Rhode — the original Get Out of Debt Guy — and Damon Day — the new Get Out of Debt Guy — talk about The Meaty Mama, a hardworking YouTube creator juggling gig work, family, and $50,000 in debt. Steve and Damon explore the emotional and financial challenges she faces, including burnout, unstable gig income, and whether selling her condo is really the answer.Together, they unpack what it means to rebuild your financial life without shame — highlighting compassion, smart strategy, and forgiveness over fear. This episode goes beyond quick-fix advice and looks at how personalized financial recovery can help you protect your assets, your health, and your hope.Read more at https://getoutofdebt.org and connect with Damon for a free consultation at https://damonday.com.

In this heartfelt episode, Steve Rhode — the original Get Out of Debt Guy — and Damon Day — the new Get Out of Debt Guy — talk about The Meaty Mama , a hardworking YouTube creator juggling gig work, family, and $50,000 in debt. Steve and Damon explore the emotional and financial challenges she faces, including burnout, unstable gig income, and whether selling her condo is really the answer.Together, they unpack what it means to rebuild your financial life without shame — highlighting compassion, smart strategy, and forgiveness over fear. This episode goes beyond quick-fix advice and looks at how personalized financial recovery can help you protect your assets, your health, and your hope.Read more at https://getoutofdebt.org and connect with Damon for a free consultation at https://damonday.com.The post we talk about in the podcast is The Comprehensive Case Against “The Dave Ramsey Way Is The Only Way”

aka The 2025-26 Men's Basketball Preview, Part 1 2 hours and 26 minutes The Sponsors Thank you to Underground Printing for making this all possible. Rishi and Ryan have been our biggest supporters from the beginning. Check out their wide selection of officially licensed Michigan fan gear at their 3 store locations in Ann Arbor or learn about their custom apparel business at undergroundshirts.com. Our associate sponsors are: Peak Wealth Management, Matt Demorest - Realtor and Lender, Ann Arbor Elder Law, Michigan Law Grad, Human Element, Sharon's Heating & Air Conditioning, The Sklars Brothers, Champions Circle, Winewood Organics, Community Pest Solutions, Venue by 4M where record this, and Introducing this season: Radecki Oral Surgery, and Long Road Distillers. 1. The Backcourt Starts at 1:00 Out: Tre Donaldson, In: Elliot Cadeau, who is a much better creator, and that's what this team needs. Cadeau and the general UNC'ness of North Carolina are hard to separate but he was a five-star who plays hot and should benefit from not having to fight for usage with RJ Davis. Defensively his size puts a cap on what he can do but he gets after it: more Xavier Simpson than Eli Brooks. LJ Cason is the backup point, we guess, though he may defer to Gayle as the on-ball player in those sets just because Cason is more of an off-ball threat than Roddy. Cason was a three-star because he was coming in unready, but could take that huge jump. This year is the freshman Jordan Poole year, not the sophomore Jordan Poole year, IE frustratingly forgivable. Gayle isn't going to shoot 9% in the Big Ten again, but he's what he is at this point: a guy who can get to the rim and create fouls/hit his free throws. We kinda want him coming off the bench since he can fill in for a lot of what any given starter leaves, but isn't a great fit with the other projected starting four. The other wild card is their new five-star. Trey McKenney lost 20 pounds in the offseason so he might not as much of a burly 2/3 as he seemed at OLSM. He's still Gayle at this point in his career, though with some big point upside. Not a one-and-done but should be ready by Tournament time. [The rest of the writeup and the player after THE JUMP]  2. Hot Takes, Wings and Frontcourt Starts at 32:15 Starting at the three again will be Nimari Burnett, who is Nimari: a usage soak who is there to end good possessions not start them. He began to show a bit of creation late last season but that only got him from 90% points assisted to 84%. He is very good at what he does, and unlikely to do more. His backups are extra guards, and Winters Grady, who should be Just a Shooter at this stage, and more down the road. Oscar Goodman arrived midseason last year, but he's supposed to need another year of development. Patrick Liburd is the kind of guy we wish was 2 years older right now. At the four is Yaxel Lendeborg, the #1 player in the portal, who is going to be a cross between Danny Wolf and Johni Broome, though not better than either of them. He is very strong and impossible to stop once he has you off your feet, but he's coming from an offense where he had to be the alpha creator every play and he's better as the second option. Can he guard up to three? Probably in the Big Ten; there was some distance at the Combine between him and Wolf in the agility drills, but Yaxel came out like Johni: agile enough to be among the who can play the four in the NBA. Backup to Yax is Will Tschetter, the rarest bird in college basketball these days as a five-year player who stuck around despite the likelihood of less playing time than last year. They were working on making him a shooter on the move. He has to be hidden away defensively, but this lineup has plenty of defenders to do that. Frontcourt is two guys instead of 1.5 now. We are obsessed with the upside of Aday Mara, who is 7'3" with impossible length. He would have had the highest block rate in the country by some distance if he played enough to qualify; he didn't because he got sick (Mono?) but when he returned they had him playing 21 mpg and UCLA got much, much better. Then he got benched. Sometimes he plays soft—was that a sick thing, a Cronin thing? He's also got a soft touch and a good feel for passing. May be as good as Yaxel if he hits his ceiling. Mara's platoonmate, and the probable "starter," is Morez Johnson from Illinois, a crazy rebounder with great ups and shot-blocking ability. Offensively he's a finisher. Defensively there's some hope he can be switchable. Going to make it very hard to go inside and give Michigan an edge from the five that they haven't had since...? 3. How It All Fits Starts at 1:11:34 Can they play the bigs together? Matt D says the NBA is going back to three forwards, and Michigan's best attribute is they're Old North Carolina, where they're just going to out-size everybody. That's doable if they can get Mara to be the player we think he could be, since he can create and so can Yaxel, and you can get away with blow-bys when you have a guy like Mara who blocks shots without leaving the floor. Speaking of floor, this team at worst looks like a four-seed, with considerable upside if a) Mara can play more and maintain his numbers, b) Cadeau cuts down on turnovers, c) Gayle finds his shooting, d) Cason blows up, or e) McKenney blows up. Think they can cut down on turnovers from last year because Wolf just had a bunch that were unforced, and because instead of forcing everything to the rim they can shoot bad twos and rebound them. They also just have more room to pass to. 4. Around the Big Ten with Jamie Mac Starts at 2:02:19 Oregon 30, Penn State 24 Penn State could do nothing on offense until the 4th Q when they had went on an Oregon-is-exhausted march, then hit a great PA shot. The INT that ended it was that pyramid formation Lanning loves. Frames punted from the plus-36.  Ohio State 24, Washington 6 Went about how you might expect a team whose OL/DL are their issues would go against OSU, IE they got six points out of three red zone trips and then it was 17-6 in the 4th Q and they had to go for it on 4th down. OSU did a great job containing the QB run. Indiana 20, Iowa 15 I know that touchdown; that's the Anthony Carter play!  Iowa had chances to win this but lost their QB near the end and also went Cover Zero one too many times.  USC 32, Illinois 34 This felt like two good teams going at it, though USC was short on guys in the secondary and played bend-don't-break until they either broke or Illinois pulled out a Philly Special. Coulda been a blowout but Illinois fumbled in the endzone twice. Minnesota 31, Rutgers 28 Rutgers hits their program high when they have to play a Big Ten West schedule. Good solid quarterbacking until Athan Kaliakmanis had to face pressure, which is like Pedro Serrano trying to hit a curve. Northwestern 17, UCLA 14 Down 17-0 to Northwestern was probably UCLA's best shot at winning a Big Ten game this year. MUSIC: "Surefire"—Wilderado    "See You Again"—Tyler the Creator "I Believe She's Lying"—Jon Brion “Across 110th Street”—JJ Johnson and his Orchestra   

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In this episode Paul John and will discuss meat. It particular the health effects of red meat and Processed meats. It is good, bad or indifferent?Find out on the LiverHealthPOD.don' t forget to sen you questions through to LiverHealthpod@gmail.com. Like and subscribe.

It's easy to get hooked on those gold bars in your Amazon seller app, the quick sales, the dopamine hit, the “I'm really doing this” feeling. But what happens when the screen refreshes at the end of the month and the profits aren't there? In this Coach's Corner episode, Brian and Robin Joy dig into the difference between chasing sales volume (the empty calories of your business) and building around high-quality, profitable ASINs (the meaty beasts that actually feed you long-term). You'll hear: Why lowering prices for more sales can quietly starve your profits The common trap of comparing your “gold bars” to everyone else's highlight reel How to use the Profit Profile coaching session to see what's really happening in your margins The mindset shift from incremental growth to exponential breakthroughs Practical ways to hunt for ASINs with real staying power instead of chasing every small win If you've ever felt like you're working harder but not getting ahead, this episode will help you reset your focus—and start building a business that actually pays you. Special guest at the conclusion of today's show, Jeff Schick of https://JeffSchick.com answers the question: "Are Walmart policies changing and maturing?"   Watch this episode on our YouTube channel: https://youtu.be/VgoJPAapSSc   Show note LINKS:   SilentJim.com/bookacall - Schedule a FREE, customized and insightful consultation with my team or me (Jim) to discuss your e-commerce goals and options.   My Silent Team Facebook group - https://www.facebook.com/groups/mysilentteam 100% FREE! Join 82,000 + Facebook members from around the world who are using the internet creatively every day to launch and grow multiple income streams through our exciting PROVEN strategies! There's no support community like this one anywhere else in the world!   ProvenAmazonCourse.com - The comprehensive course that contains ALL our Amazon training modules, recorded events and a steady stream of latest cutting edge training including of course the most popular starting point, the REPLENS selling model with two courses available on this topic alone. The PAC is updated free for life!   SilentJim.com/thesystem  - (aka as 3P Mercury) - The complete workflow software we created on our team. "The System" automates your Amazon reselling/wholesale business the same way Khang (the creator) automated his $3million reselling business and made it HANDS FREE!   SilentJim.com/kickstart - If you want a shortcut to learning all you need to get started then get the Proven Amazon Course and go through Kickstart.            

We've got a win to talk about and we're delighted to welcome Alex Russell aka Distant Glover to the podcast to chat about Yeovil's 1-0 win at Solihull Moors on Tuesday night! We look ahead to York City, get Alex's thoughts on the manager situation and take your GCQs. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Shark Hootery. Karen Adjacent. Sausage Morning Dog. Park silly, booze for the kids. Everywhere a Subaru. Bloody Marygaritas. Christopher Lloyd Squared. Everything is pickled. Hard breathing at World Market. Decompress Your Tongue. What Is Epoxy? Lose Your Hootie. String dignity. Reading in binary with Amy. Don't Chase A Duck With A Stick and more on this episode of The Morning Stream. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Shark Hootery. Karen Adjacent. Sausage Morning Dog. Park silly, booze for the kids. Everywhere a Subaru. Bloody Marygaritas. Christopher Lloyd Squared. Everything is pickled. Hard breathing at World Market. Decompress Your Tongue. What Is Epoxy? Lose Your Hootie. String dignity. Reading in binary with Amy. Don't Chase A Duck With A Stick and more on this episode of The Morning Stream. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

On this episode, catch up with Chris Cayden, McCrank, Jake Payne, "Big Daddy" Tyler Prince, & "Meaty" Mike Gagne! We spoke about the incident at KnokX Pro Wrestling; the horrible event in Minneapolis and local incidents around Rochester - Do not forget we play popular and local tunes throughout!

Join Trevor and his buddy Brad from the Cinema Speak podcast as they share some of the longest movies in their collections in a discussion that is sure to be "Thick 'N Meaty"!Brad's Picks:5:30 - The Brutalist (2024)30:00 - In Search of Darkness Part III (2022) and The Irishman (2019)56:30 - The Seven Samurai (1954)1:20:30 - King Kong (2005) and The Lord of the Rings TrilogyTrevor's Picks:18:30 - Crystal Lake Memories: The Complete History of Friday the 13th (2013)41:30 - Heat (1995), The Godfather Trilogy, and Scarface (1983)1:06:30 - Sekigahara (2017), Terrorbytes: The Evolution of Horror (2025) and FPS: First Person Shooter (2023)1:37:30 - Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice (2016), The Batman (2022), No Tme to Die (2021) and John Wick: Chapter 4 (2023)1:45:45 AND ALSO, stick around for the Speed Round, wherein Brad, Travis and Trevor discuss the various titles that they didn't have time to get to in the main discussion.Check out Brad's podcast, Cinema Speak on ⁠Libsyn at ⁠Cinema Speak⁠⁠, or on ⁠⁠Twitter⁠⁠ and ⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠. Follow us on ⁠Instagram ⁠@catchinguponcinema⁠⁠ Follow us on ⁠Twitter ⁠@CatchingCinema

Laura and Xhafer come up with shipper names for Cally and Tyrol. Laura questions Baltar's debate prep strategy. Xhafer brings the energy. This episode covers Battlestar Galactica Season 2, Episode 19: Lay Down Your Burdens, Part 1.Discord: https://discord.gg/MUHKDDk6TNMerch: https://www.etsy.com/shop/WhatHappenedHerePods

In this episode, we go over a real life case study, giving insight to a coach looking to build his slow-growing online fitness business. We also discuss banned books, pick-up artists, haircuts, and more.We hope you enjoy this episode and if you'd like to join us in The Online Fitness Business Mentorship, you can grab your seat at https://www.fitnessbusinessmentorship.comThank you!-J & MWATCH this episode on YouTube: https://youtu.be/tSElsSCizTATIMESTAMPS:(00:00) — Intro(00:11) — Jordan's eventful morning(03:23) — Meaty hands & Neanderthal strength(07:12) — This is an absolute peak neck stretch(08:46) — New research on intra-workout carbs(12:16) — An undermentioned benefit of procreation(14:28) — Should I throw in the towel? An online business case study(33:27) — Broken brains & why Mike should probably avoid buzz cuts(43:24) — Why the double standard?(46:28) — The REAL lesson from the pick-up forum days (what all young men should focus on)(54:49) — Wrap-upYou can find a full transcript of this episode by clicking hereFollow the show on social:YouTube - https://www.youtube.com/@personaltrainerpodcastInstagram - https://www.instagram.com/personaltrainerpodcastTikTok - https://www.tiktok.com/@personaltrainerpodcastJoin our email list & get our FREE '30 Ways To Build A Successful Online Coaching Business' manual: https://bit.ly/30O2l6pCheck out our new book 'Eat It!' at https://www.eatit-book.comIf you have any questions you'd like to have answered on the show, shoot us an email at info@fitnessbusinessmentorship.comIf you enjoyed the episode, we would sincerely appreciate it if you left a five-star review.----Post-Production by: David Margittai | In Post MediaWebsite: https://www.inpostmedia.comEmail: david@inpostmedia.com© 2025 Michael Vacanti & Jordan Syatt

On the 247th episode of The Chronicle News Dump, hosts Aaron VanTuyl and Eric Schwartz discuss the grand closing of the 2025 SWW Fair, the livestock sale and all the money local 4-H kids got for their meaty pals, yet another lawsuit filed against the county over the exact thing everyone told the Commissioners would get them sued, several thinkpieces from the Opinion page regarding the fair, a Weekend at Bernie's election, and a red scare at the courthouse.Email us at chroniclenewsdump@gmail.com.Brought to you by SUMMIT FUNDING, CHEHALIS OUTFITTERS and THE ROOF DOCTOR!Listen to past episodes or subscribe here: https://apple.co/3sSbNC5. 

In this MEATY episode, Sam and James discuss Sam's recent post that many bodybuilders took issue with. They deep dive into why focussing on how you look isn't healthy, and talk about an alternative approach. If you enjoyed, feel free to leave a rating and review! 

Seth goes wild on white beans and caesar salad for his birthday and Shain can't handle his meaty tortellini.  Real hot boner clap on the patreon! https://www.patreon.com/posts/boner-clap-41-131722806

Watch the best scene reading: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UJaOxm5dyWk Mark Tyler gets out of prison after twelve years for a robbery gone awry. The loot is still out there. A corrupt cop, a local grifter, a femme fatale and the partner he left for dead all come marching out of his past to come for it. Get to know the writers: What is your screenplay about? Jeremy Hogan: To me it's about time. Lost time, how we spend our time, the futility of trying to catch up or outrun it. Aaron Krygier… Lost people looking for something to fulfill that emptiness. Whether it's something tangible or not. Love, revenge, greed. What genres does your screenplay fall under? JH: Neo-noir or crime thriller AK the same Why should this screenplay be made into a movie? JH: I'm biased, but I think it's well written. Meaty characters that actors might relish playing, and it's true to its genre, while subverting conventions and expectations in interesting or surprising ways. AK it wears its influences on its sleeve and its simplicity offers a ton of options for outlandish Ness. How would you describe this script in two words? JH: uncertain redemptionAK… Evoking humanity. What movie have you seen the most times in your life? JH: Probably a tie between “The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly” or “Miller's Crossing,” though “Adaptation” is catching up. AK… Heat, Blade Runner, Alien, Se7en are all contenders. Subscribe to the podcast: https://twitter.com/wildsoundpod https://www.instagram.com/wildsoundpod/ https://www.facebook.com/wildsoundpod

Alice is unfortunately ill this week, but Will.he.is has (figuratively) stepped into her shoes to co-host with Doug this week. They'll discuss a bunch of questions only...ahem, Will can answer, as well as the debut of the game "Meat or Myth."They cap off the episode with every single delicious and/or weird thing imminently coming to you at restaurants and store shelves with "New Yum City." Other discussion topics may include:- Do men brag about the amount of pee that comes out of them?- How Hello Kitty can make anyone interested in wearing makeup- Testicular bicycle dangers, featuring the Meaty Blues- Does anyone REALLY like cotton candy?- The (hopefully) upcoming Blue Mouthed Food Club

Concerning this we have much to say that is hard to explain, since you have become hard of hearing. For though by now you should be teachers, you need someone to teach you again the first principles of the oracles of God and have come to need milk rather than solid food. Everyone who lives on milk is unskilled in the word of righteousness, for he is a baby. But solid food belongs to those who are mature, for those who through practice have powers of discernment that are trained to distinguish good from evil.”‭‭Hebrews‬ ‭5‬:‭11‬-‭14‬ ‭WE LIKE EASYWE LIKE THE PATH OF LEAST RESISTANCE WE LIKE SMOOTHWE LIKE AMICABLEWE ARE BY NATURE NON-CONFRONTATIONAL (except online)WE AVOID TENSION OR FRICTIONWE LIKE THE ECHO CHAMBERWE ARE SPIRITUAL INFANTS WHO LIKE MILK AND MASHED POTATOES THAT'S WHY WE HAVE CHRISTIAN MEN WHO: GO TO CHURCHES FOR THE TED TALK AND ROCK CONCERT PREFER PASTORS WHO ARE PRESSED, PLEATED, and PUSSIFIED STILL SIT IN FRONT OF COMPUTER WITH PANTS AROUND ANKLES WHO STILL CANT DO 20 PUSHUPS WHO CAN'T FIND THEIR BIBLE BUT HAVE THEIR MONSTER TRUCK MAG SUBSCRIPTION 5 STEPS TO SUSTAIN SPIRITUAL SUSTENANCEGET SCRIPTURAL STOP TAKING A BUTTER KNIFE TO A SWORD FIGHT Sword of the Spirit is the Word of God EPH 6:17 “For the word of God is alive, and active, and sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing even to the division of soul and spirit, of joints and marrow, and able to judge the thoughts and intents of the heart.” Hebrews‬ ‭4‬:‭12‬ ‭GET UNCOMFORTABLE HEALTHY TENSION“In this you greatly rejoice, even though now, if for a little while, you have had to suffer various trials, in order that the genuineness of your faith, which is more precious than gold that perishes, though it is tried by fire, may be found to result in praise, glory, and honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ,” 1 Peter‬ 1‬:‭6‬-‭7‬ ‭ ‭ “We can rejoice, too, when we run into problems and trials, for we know that they help us develop endurance. And endurance develops strength of character, and character strengthens our confident hope of salvation.” Romans‬ ‭5‬:‭3‬-‭4‬ ‭GET LOWSUBMITTED & HUMBLE “Humble yourselves under the mighty hand of God, that He may exalt you in due time.” 1 Peter‬ ‭5‬:‭6‬‭“Then He said to them all, “If anyone will come after Me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross daily, and follow Me.” Luke‬ ‭9‬:‭23‬ ‭GET HONESTBOLDLY COME TO THE THRONE“If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” 1 John‬ ‭1‬:‭9‬ ‭ “Confess your faults/sins/fears to one another and pray for one another, that you may be healed. The effective, fervent (AGGRESSIVE) prayer of a righteous man accomplishes much.” James‬ ‭5‬:‭16‬ ‭GET CONVICTED ASK GOD TO REVEAL IT | LEARN TO LET SCRIPTURE OFFEND U “Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. Point out anything in me that offends you, and lead me along the path of everlasting life.” Psalms‬ ‭139‬:‭23‬-‭24‬ ‭“Listen, all the earth! I will bring disaster on my people. It is the fruit of their own schemes, because they refuse to listen to me. They have rejected my word.” Jeremiah‬ ‭6‬:‭19‬ ‭“To whom can I give warning? Who will listen when I speak? Their ears are closed, and they cannot hear. They scorn the word of the Lord. They don't want to listen at all.” Jeremiah‬ ‭6‬:‭10‬ ‭

1. Sam's life-changing strategies for (reluctantly) interacting with humans. 2. How we use humor to hide the lava of rage churning beneath our surface. 3. Sam's friendship theory and why she doesn't need a deep soul connection with every “lowercase f friend.” 4. Sam's embrace of JOMO (Joy of Missing Out)–and why she genuinely believes no one else is having a better time (except maybe Abby). 5. The behind-the-scenes story of the “Fat Babe Pool Party” Shrill show–and why that episode was one of the most important things she's ever written. About Samantha: Samantha Irby writes the "Bitches Gotta Eat" blog, and is the author of WOW, NO THANK YOU; WE ARE NEVER MEETING IN REAL LIFE; and MEATY. She has been a writer and/or co-producer for TV shows including And Just Like That, Work in Progress, Shrill, and Tuca & Bertie. IG: ⁠@bitchesgottaeat To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

THURSDAY HR 5 The K.O.D. - His Highness likes large plates. Then Deisi imagines naked serving. News From The Headlines Come to find out gladiators did fight animals. Monster Messages & Hot Takes

Catch up with Chris Cayden, DJ Lu, "The Moshpit Monster" McCrank, & Jake Payne! Plus, "Meaty" Mike Gagne, and Tyler Prince!!! Talk, what was Wrestlemania Week! Not to mention rock out to some good tunes!!!!

Wes has a question for all the women out there and it just leads to all out ridiculousness! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoicesSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Wes has a question for all the women out there and it just leads to all out ridiculousness! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Today's Talmud page, Makkot 14, delivers a charming little story of three of the most important rabbis of the Talmud talking Torah while buying meat at the butcher shop. What can this slice of life anecdote teach us about the rabbis style of leadership? And what time management skill can we still learn by following their advice? Listen and find out.

Welcome back! This week, we're only covering one chapter because these chapters are MEATY, y'all! Also, we talk for quite a bit about The OC.

House Hunting, Self Help Over Fantasy F*ck Books & A Meaty Beige What?The Round UpFantasy F*ck Books & Self HelpHistory Or Her StoryRed Light Green LightHotlines Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Welcome to Jake's Happy Nostalgia Show, the podcast where nostalgia comes alive!In this episode, we're joined by the incredibly talented Kanja Chen—puppeteer, puppet builder, and writer! Kanja's journey in the puppet world began with performing the title character in Slick Silly and working on series like Mr. Meaty and Big & Small. He later brought to life the puppet version of Otto from Odd Squad and has become best known for his work on Fraggle Rock: Back to the Rock on Apple TV+, where he performs the non-binary Fraggle, Pogey, along with various background characters. Beyond performing, Kanja is also the founder of Chensational Productions, where he continues to push the boundaries of puppetry and storytelling. Join us as we chat about his incredible career, the art of bringing characters to life, and the magic of puppetry!

We decided to have a little fun today and turn the tables on Tori asking her the internets top podcast questions for guests. We pulled quick fire, dark and creepy, and light hearted questions to see if they actually work to get guests talking. Find out how a Ouija board session still remains a MissTori till this day, how creating a savory ice cream flavor can be a MisStep, and the one thing Tori would leave in her past, that filled her with MissDoubt. These questions definitely helped us to get to know our MISSPELLING a lot more. Follow @MisSpellingPodcast on Instagram and TikTok!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

We decided to have a little fun today and turn the tables on Tori asking her the internets top podcast questions for guests. We pulled quick fire, dark and creepy, and light hearted questions to see if they actually work to get guests talking. Find out how a Ouija board session still remains a MissTori till this day, how creating a savory ice cream flavor can be a MisStep, and the one thing Tori would leave in her past, that filled her with MissDoubt. These questions definitely helped us to get to know our MISSPELLING a lot more. Follow @MisSpellingPodcast on Instagram and TikTok!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

We decided to have a little fun today and turn the tables on Tori asking her the internets top podcast questions for guests. We pulled quick fire, dark and creepy, and light hearted questions to see if they actually work to get guests talking. Find out how a Ouija board session still remains a MissTori till this day, how creating a savory ice cream flavor can be a MisStep, and the one thing Tori would leave in her past, that filled her with MissDoubt. These questions definitely helped us to get to know our MISSPELLING a lot more. Follow @MisSpellingPodcast on Instagram and TikTok!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

We decided to have a little fun today and turn the tables on Tori asking her the internets top podcast questions for guests. We pulled quick fire, dark and creepy, and light hearted questions to see if they actually work to get guests talking. Find out how a Ouija board session still remains a MissTori till this day, how creating a savory ice cream flavor can be a MisStep, and the one thing Tori would leave in her past, that filled her with MissDoubt. These questions definitely helped us to get to know our MISSPELLING a lot more. Follow @MisSpellingPodcast on Instagram and TikTok!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Ped & Burk kick off this episode welcoming on Burk's oldest daughter Kennedy for her pod debut! The boys and Kennedy hash out all the deets of life as a teen nowadays. Then the show gets DOUBLE MM! MEATY. Chad from Vista Paints joins the show to break down our annual March Madness bracket. The topic this year is Home Cooked Meals. An incredible discussion, sometimes arguments, ensues as the boys discuss the tournament seeding, regions, snubs, their predictions and more! Hut Hut! Intro Music "Upbeat" by Jon Luc Hefferman (No changes  were  made)  License Link    (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/3.0/legalcode) Outro Music    "Quittin' Time" by Patrick Lee (No changes were made) License Link    (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/legalcode)

Weekly sermon from Trinity Church Denver

#RingRust with my #EliminationChamber, #TNAsacrifice & #AEWrevolution chat... & I Disagree with X's Crazy Mask, in this week's #3WayDanceOff! #TagMeIn  ~ ~ ~ I'd like to hear from you! Please drop me a line @ ring-rust@hotmail.com {Subject Line: Ring Rust} & let me know what you like {or dislike} about my show! I'm always on the lookout for constructive criticism {if you want playlists again, start giving me feedback, people!}  ~ ~ ~ Check out my #Unboxing videos, all that snazzy anti-social media & support all my shows http://markjabroni.mysite.com/ ~ ~ ~ RECORDED LIVE @ the Holy Smackdown Hotel in Sunny St. John's NL! Learn more @ https://www.chmr.ca/ If you want to contribute to Betty Cisneros' Stage 4 Cancer treatment, please donate @ https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-betty-battle-her-cancer-away & if you wanted to contribute to the surgeries of wrestling veteran Lufisto, you can check out her store @ http://www.lufisto.com/store-1/ Anybody interested in helping raise funds to get the late "Viking King" Vince Austin home to us in Newfoundland, can donate @ https://www.gofundme.com/f/in-memory-of-vince-austin SHOW NOTES... 0:04:55 Pay-Per-Review: WWE's Elimination Chamber: Toronto 1 0:08:18 Musicular Interlude 1 0:17:20 Pay-Per-Review: WWE's Elimination Chamber: Toronto 2 0:21:09 Musicular Interlude 2 0:33:55 Pay-Per-Review: WWE's Elimination Chamber: Toronto 3 0:37:47 Musicular Interlude 3 0:45:10 Pre-Per-View: Total Nonstop Action Wrestling's Sacrifice 1 0:47:16 Musicular Interlude 4 0:55:21 Assuming the Intermissionary Position   0:59:21 This Week's Macho Fact 1:05:46 Pre-Per-View: Total Nonstop Action Wrestling's Sacrifice 2 1:07:34 Musicular Interlude 5 1:18:48 Pre-Per-View: Total Nonstop Action Wrestling's Sacrifice 3 1:20:58 Musicular Interlude 6 1:28:27 This Week's 3-Way Dance-Off: Poppy Goes the Weas- Err, the Brain 1:39:57 Pre-Per-View: Total Nonstop Action Wrestling's Sacrifice 4 1:42:07 Musicular Interlude 7  1:50:39 Podcast Extra: Oopsie Doodle! 1:54:11 Musicular Interlude 8 

Samantha Irby, best-selling author of several hilarious books of essays, is one of the funniest and most delightful people you're likely to come across. In this episode, we talk about all the things she likes to buy as well as the things she avoids on a routine trip to her local drugstore. We even comb through some of the newspaper circulars for her favorite store to see what she would like to toss in her cart and what she'd leave on the shelf. Look, there aren't any shocking revelations here, no huge reveals, just a very friendly trip to the Walgreen's that will have you chuckling off to sleep.Learn more about Sam Irby and her books by visiting her website, www.SamanthaIrby.com.Hey Sleepy Heads, is there anyone whose voice you'd like to drift off to, or do you have suggestions on things we could do to aid your slumber? Email us at: sleepwithcelebs@maximumfun.org.Follow the Show on:Instagram @sleepwcelebsBluesky @sleepwithcelebsTikTok @SleepWithCelebsJohn is on Bluesky @JohnMoeJohn's acclaimed, best-selling memoir, The Hilarious World of Depression, is now available in paperback.Join | Maximum FunIf you like one or more shows on MaxFun, and you value independent artists being able to do their thing, you're the perfect person to become a MaxFun monthly member. 

Vidcast:https://www.instagram.com/p/DF_AxX3RDOw/Regularly consuming hot dogs and bacon could increase your chances of developing dementia by 13%. Eating those steaks consistently leads to a 16% higher risk of cognitive decline.  A new study by researchers from Mass General Brigham and the Harvard School of Public Health followed more than 133,000 (133,771) individuals for up to 43 years.As few as two slices of bacon consumed regularly accelerates your cognitive aging by 1.6 years and triggers a cognitive decline that is an early marker of dementia.  Why?  Saturated fats, salt, and a gut-derived compound called TMAO, trimethylamine N-oxide, are the brain-damaging culprits.The good news.  Substituting fish, nuts, or legumes for the franks, bacon, and t-bones could reduce your dementia risk by 19%.https://www.massgeneralbrigham.org/en/about/newsroom/press-releases/red-meat-increases-risk-of-dementiahttps://www.neurology.org/doi/10.1212/WNL.0000000000210286#dementia #redmeat #bacon #hotdogs #tmao

1)     What is the difference betweenYisgadalveYiskadash andYigadeil veYiskadeish?[1]2)    What may I do to dispose of bread that won't be eaten?[2]3)    I have a choice between daveningMaariv with a minyan before nightfall, or to daven after nightfall alone. Which is advisable?[3]4)    I have a hotplate upon which I sometimes place food direct. Does it requireTevila?[4]5)    My chapped lips sometimes bleed. May I swallow that blood?[5]6)    I bake bread in a Meaty oven and label it as such. Is that allowed?[6]7)    What be necessary to make Parev bread in an erstwhile Meaty oven?[7]8)    We have outsourced some of our work to an Israeli company, based in Eretz Yisroel. They are notShomer Shabbat. Are we allowed to use their services?[8]9)    I regularly visit patients in hospitals. I've been told that one shouldn't water that was in a house – or in the immediate neighbouring houses – when a person had passed away. So, if I know of such in the hospital, may Idrink water from my bottle?[9]10)  Feedback on thePesukim for one's name(s) at the end ofShmoineEsrei, re. a Yiddishtranslation; also, re. Dovber:[10][1] ראה הדיון בסדור החדשח"א ע' רמ בהערה.[2]ראה פסקיתשובות סי' קעא אות ג.[3] ראה חידושי צמחצדק על הש"ס, א, ג-ד.[4] לא צריך טבילה. ראהשו"ע יו"ד סי' קכ ס"ד ובדרכי תשובה שם ס"ק לח; ס' טבילת כליםפי"ג הע' ס - לענין כיריים, שאע"פ שלפעמים מניחים אוכל ישר על הכיריים,אבל רוב תשמישו הוא בסירים. לכן אין צריכים טבילה.[5] ראה שו"ע יו"דסי' סו ס"י; שו"ת משנה הלכות חי"ג סי' קי.[6] ראה שו"עיו"ד סי' צז ס"א; פסקים ותשובות שם אות י – שבזמנים עברו הניחו הלחם ישרעל רצפת התנור, אבל עתה שהוא רק חשש זיעה, מותר לאפות בכה"ג.[7] ספר הכשרות(פוקס) פ"א סמ"ג.[8] ראה פסקיתשובות סי' רמד סוף אות ח. ועכ"פ יש לבקש מהם שלא יעשו מלאכתו בשבת.[9] עיקר הדין –בשו"ע יו"ד סי' שלט ס"ה. בס' דברי סופרים (שם אות לג) הביא להקלבכלים חתומים. אבל לא בכיסוי בעלמא. בנשמת אברהם (שם אות יא) כתב שאין נוהגיםלשפוך מים בבתי חולים. ותמה על זה, דחמירא סכנתא מאיסורא.[10] בס' תפלת ישראל הנ"ל מדובר על כינוי שאינו נקרא בולתורה. ועצ"ע לענין שם דובער, אם לומר פסוק אחד או שנים. ומזה שהרבי האריךבענין ההרכב בכתב ולא אמר שיש נפק"מ לנדו"ד, משמע שצ"ל ב' פסוקים.והכי מסתבר לענ"ד.

The boys are back in town (even though Bobby is recording from out of town) with a MEATY, 90+ minute episode filled with Houston Cougar sports happenings to talk about: Cougar men's basketball's jam packed 3-game week, with a super close OT loss to Texas Tech sandwiched in between workmanlike wins over WVU and OK State. Previewing Colorado and Baylor in the week to come '25 football schedule talk & one co-host has issues with the lack of a schedule release Catching up with Track's indoor season and the past couple of meets Women's golf has their spring debut & previewing the '25 spring season for men's golf A TRIUMPHANT Cougar Tennis corner off a 3-0 start to the season

1. Sam's life-changing strategies for (reluctantly) interacting with humans. 2. How we use humor to hide the lava of rage churning beneath our surface. 3. Sam's friendship theory and why she doesn't need a deep soul connection with every “lowercase f friend.” 4. Sam's embrace of JOMO (Joy of Missing Out)–and why she genuinely believes no one else is having a better time (except maybe Abby). 5. The behind-the-scenes story of the “Fat Babe Pool Party” Shrill show–and why that episode was one of the most important things she's ever written. About Samantha: Samantha Irby writes the "Bitches Gotta Eat" blog, and is the author of WOW, NO THANK YOU; WE ARE NEVER MEETING IN REAL LIFE; and MEATY. She has been a writer and/or co-producer for TV shows including And Just Like That, Work in Progress, Shrill, and Tuca & Bertie. IG: @bitchesgottaeat To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Episode #683: Bryan & Krissy get into deep discussion about Bryan's crawlspace (not a euphemism), which triggers Christina's leak-related trauma. But, at least there are crispy peps to keep us happy! Things are going array today! Fishtank Live Galaxy Gas The hippie crack mafia Freon theft Bryan's crawlspace Nico The Ghost Dog RIP Brave Bryan & a water leak A Meaty P Trap Bryan almost ruins everything Envoy to Hollywood? Chuck E. Cheese Don't be cheap at the cheese IYKYK on the crispy peps The Munch Pack Daddy's getting you tokens Text us or leave us a voicemail: +1 (212) 433-3TCB Follow Us: IG: @thecommercialbreak TikTok: @tcbpodcast YT: youtube.com/thecommercialbreak www.tcbpodcast.com Executive Producer: Bryan Green Hosts: Bryan Green & Krissy Hoadley Producer: Astrid B. Green Producer & Audio Editor: Christina Archer Christina's Podcast: Apple Podcasts & Spotify To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Join Kish, Sam and Don as they salute the big man who came back this week to make Fulham's midfield great again. The gang relish our return to winning ways at Leicester and chew over whether we'll finally turn up against a relegation threatened opponent at the Cottage when Man Utd come to town this Sunday.

Connor analyzes last night in the Big Ten and how we've reached the end of the line for Indiana head coach Mike Woodson, and Creighton's chance to get into the top group of the Big East standings.

You know when you go to the good butcher? Get the good meat? The good cuts? That's this episode. We got internet reviews for a fancy beach shirt, Gallagher's Pizza in Green Bay, Megan's Snoball Stand in Louisiana, Tina's Sweet Bake Shop in Cleveland, and The Citadel Theater in Illinois. You could say we're on location! And for the segment, we dive into some unfinished business over on Craigslist. Meaty. Want more party? Check it out at https://www.reviewpartydotcom.com/ !

From WWE's Oba Femi and Bronson Reed to AEW's Lance Archer, big boys are back in style in pro wrestling...ENJOY!Follow us on Twitter:@SimonMiller316@WhatCultureWWEFor more awesome content, check out: whatculture.com/wwe Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Goddamn, Samantha Irby is the best! This was a delight from moment one to moment 100, so strap in, folks... for fun! And now, you know Samantha from her books Meaty; Wow, No Thank You; We Are Never Meeting in Real Life and her latest, Quietly Hostile, or from her work as a TV writer on shows like Shrill, And Just Like That... and Tuca & Bertie, and we get into a lot of what she's written about on today's episode: shame, meeting her wife as a fan first, growing up in Evanston, IL and so much more! PLUS, obvi, we answer YOUR advice questions! If you'd like to ask your own advice questions, call 323-524-7839 and leave a VM or just DM us on IG or Twitter!Fill out the survey so that we don't play awful ads! Support the show on Patreon (two extra exclusive episodes a month!) or get yourself a t-shirt or a discounted Quarantine Crew shirt! And why not leave a 5-star review on Apple Podcasts? Or Spotify? It takes less than a minute! Follow the show on Instagram! Check out CT clips on YouTube!Plus some other stuff! Watch Naomi's Netflix half hour or Mythic Quest! Check out Andy's old casiopop band's lost album or his other podcast Beginnings!Theme song by the great Sammus! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.