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Welcome to the Manor!  This month, after a grueling month or two or so of Halloween Spooky Season wonderfulness, we're taking it easy with a month of episodes on food. Starting out, we'll talk about foods that others (specifically our closest of loved ones) don't like that we do. Mmmmm... anchovies! Next week's episode is about desert island foods. Get in touch with us at Podbean: https://www.podbean.com/media/share/pb-4pksr-a17e1a Or on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/twinterrorsmacabremanormeadmetalmayhe/ Or on twitter: @Terrors_Manor On Instagram: @macabremanormeadmetalmayhem You can also find our podcast on iTunes, Spotify, Amazon, and I Heart Radio; pretty much wherever fine (and our) podcasts are aired. Image courtesy of: James

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En este episodio Alf y Juan comentan los recién presentados MacBook Pro M5, iPad Pro M5 y Vision Pro con M5. Aún calientes, recién salidos de la web, vamos a saborearlos, mmmmm. 

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On this episode we discuss favorite books, the importance of reading (is listening to an audio book 'reading'?), and truth. Plus, why do Anne Frank's words from long ago resonate so strongly today, and why do immigrants get such a bad rap, considering the numerous biblical calls to welcome the stranger? We discuss!

Mmmmm, More Superman goodness. More soon.

Joined by our buddy, Hunter from Kent Cartridge, we dig into all sorts of fun duck hunting topics. We've worked with Hunter & the folks at Kent for a couple years now and man, they just keep getting better and better.  Here's a few highlights from the show: We continue our “Dog of a Lifetime” stories Hunter shares why his dogs are special to him and his family Discussing the future of bismuth Facts or Myths: Shooting bismuth through full chokes… How to dispose of spent shells Patterning guns, chokes and shells Traveling around and testing cool products from Kent You should expect big things coming from Kent… Support the Lone Duck Podcast | patreon.com/loneduckoutfitters Follow us on social media | Youtube and Instagram Use Promo Code | LDGD15 to save 15% on Marsh Wear Clothing Use Promo Code | LD10 to save 10% on Trulock Chokes Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Why isn't this a candle?

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Una visita Tesla, con la idea de comprar coche pero, sobre todo, de vivir esa experiencia de compra. ¿Un fiasco total? Mmmmm, puede ser. Pero repleta de aprendizajes que hoy te cuento.――――――――――――――――――――――Esto es MeLoDijoBraga El Podcast. Yo soy Mariano Braga y te espero cada lunes, miércoles y viernes con un nuevo episodio lleno de charlas, experiencias, curiosidades y consejos desde mi mirada del mundo del vino. Para más información, te invito a navegar estos enlaces:➡ Recibe gratis “El Boletín Serial”➡ Mi página web➡ Sé parte del club¡Me encantaría que seas parte de esta comunidad gigante de bebedores seriales, siguiéndome en las redes!➡ Instagram ➡ Facebook ➡ Twitter ➡ YouTube ➡ LinkedIn ➡ TikTok ――――――――――――――――――――――No te olvides valorar nuestro podcast ★★★★★ y suscribirte para no perderte nada y que sigamos construyendo juntos la mayor comunidad de bebedores seriales de habla hispana.――――――――――――――――――――――

Dans ce nouvel épisode de notre série d'été consacrée aux « délices du continent », nous partons pour Casablanca, à la découverte d'un sandwich populaire. Ce dernier convoque, pour des générations de Marocains, l'enfance, la plage, les vacances d'été… Vendu autour d'un euro, il est emblématique de la culture toujours très vivante de la street food à la marocaine. La suite vous est contée par Matthias Raynal. Il s'appelle le « thon o'lahrour », littéralement « le thon et le piment ». Ce sont les deux ingrédients phares de ce sandwich marocain. Mais il y en a d'autres… Sur son comptoir mobile, Imad, 36 ans, prépare des thon o'lahrour depuis treize ans : « Le plus important, c'est le pain ! Le croquant, le croustillant, c'est ça le secret ! ». Il poursuit : « Premièrement, le thon ne va jamais te rendre malade. Deuxièmement, c'est léger, c'est bien quand il fait chaud. Troisièmement, c'est le sandwich de toutes les générations, il convient à la fois aux petits et aux grands. » Voilà la recette du succès, qui ne s'est jamais démentie au fil des années. Kenzi vient de sortir du bureau. Elle prend sa pause déjeuner avec des copines : « Mmmmm, c'est très très bon, c'est mon enfance… Ce sandwich, tu le trouves à la plage, au stade, dans la rue, à côté des écoles… » Hicham, 43 ans, en est déjà à son deuxième thon o'lahrour ce midi : « On oubliera jamais ce sandwich, il fait partie de l'histoire. Le jour de l'Aïd, quand tout est fermé, il y a toujours un gars dans le quartier qui profite de ce moment pour se mettre à vendre des sandwichs, car le jour de la fête, les gosses reçoivent un peu d'argent de poche, quelques dirhams qui sont aussitôt dépensés ». À lire aussi« Cuisines d'Afrique du Nord » : recettes et récits intimes d'une identité retrouvée Parasol et sable fin, voilà le décor que préfère encore le thon o'lahrour. Imad reprend : « Il n'y a pas un Marocain qui est parti à la plage et qui n'a pas mangé ce sandwich. C'est un pan de la culture balnéaire au Maroc. » Ce monument de la street food marocaine a évolué à travers le temps : « Par exemple, il n'y avait pas de pommes de terre avant. Certains en ajoutent désormais, ils mettent aussi de la charcuterie halal, des sauces, du fromage… Son avantage, c'est qu'on n'a jamais marre d'en manger. Tous les jours, du lundi au vendredi, j'en mange deux au déjeuner. » Et si vous voulez goûter à ce fameux sandwich fait avec passion par Imad, sachez que son stand se trouve en centre-ville, sur la place Zellaqa. À lire aussiLes délices du continent en Côte d'Ivoire: l'alloco [9/10]

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Dave was convinced that he could convey his thoughts by simply showcasing his diverse range of "mmmmm"'s. What he didn't expect was how unintentionally risque they would sound, so naturally, hysteria ensued

Victoria and Emma run the podcast for the day and talk about their internships with SAFE on Main, their plans after high school, what safety is like for women and girls, and their connection to a caring adult (Queen Caitlyn).

Canadian PM insults Nitwit Nero to his face. Nitwit Nero is too far gone to even understand. Posse Comitatus is dead now. Martial Law on the Southern Border. MAGAT judge notes an American citizen has been deported, then sweetly licks Daddy's boot. Mmmmm, boot! Secretary HotMama gets grilled-n-schooled on Capitol Hill. Workers lose NIOSH protection. Anyone who doesn't speak English loses tornado warnings.   Head-ON with Roxanne Kincaid – May 6, 2025 Roxanne broadcasts live from WV with signature wit and fury. She covers everything from her upcoming CT scan travel plans to a sweeping critique of the current U.S. administration—mocking "Nitwit Nero" and railing against threats to democracy, human rights, and safety. Topics include: Canada's PM Mark Carney rejecting U.S. annexation talk, calling out the President's delusions. Real ID's creepy rollout and the erosion of constitutional travel rights. DHS stonewalling on due process and deporting a U.S.-born toddler to Honduras. MAGAT-appointed judges and unconstitutional fund withholding by the executive branch. Translation cuts at the National Weather Service leaving immigrant families vulnerable. Layoffs gutting NIOSH and halting worker safety certifications. New military zones at the border and migrant deaths rising in El Paso. Speculation on a third term via a 22nd Amendment loophole. Escalating India-Pakistan tensions and the U.S.'s waning global credibility. A blue wave in Texas local elections rejecting MAGAT extremists. Shocking prison deaths at Marcy Correctional and rare guard convictions. Sharp critiques of Abbott, Rand Paul, Mitch McConnell, and Trump's mental decline. Plus: movie recs, listener banter, glue jokes, and Vatican conspiracies. Password: carney. New call-in #: 844-THE-HORN. Show airs Mon–Fri, 5–8 PM EDT. Roxanne needs ~$700 to meet May's goal—support matters. https://www.headon.live/contribute/

Magic Sword, but you probably know it by it’s much more common name, Mmmmm-agicsword. We gather the power of the blackorb and use it call forth a brand new guest hold, one whom is well versed in all magics and swords most fowl – Xalnop! He has been a fan of this game from far … Continue reading → The post Ep. 814 – Magic Sword (M…! Ah! Gic Sword) appeared first on TADPOG: Tyler and Dave Play Old Games.

(00:00-33:54) A glorious weekend in st. Louis sports. Sending the Twins a-packing. Torpedo bats. Doug's got the Cardinals winning it all. Youngry is everywhere. No credit though. Doug's tired of all this taxation without representation. Raised on print journalism. Marc on the phone lines with a scorching hot Jordan Binnington take. Mmmmm, Clorox. Heck of an ending in Colorado. 9 in a row for the boys. (34:02-51:44) Texas Tech melting down late against Florida. Chalky Final Four. TMA Walrus Number One checking in with a Youngry story for us. Bar-K. Rough connection. Jobu is 2025's Gloria. Audio of Binner talking about Jobu's speech. Gerbil on the line with a navy cap nugget for Tim. Where's the bullpen in the bedroom? (51:54-1:04:15) Yankees doing some raking in the Bronx with their new torpedo bats. Poor Nestor Cortes. Get your text name changes ready for tomorrow. Be gentle. 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.

(00:00-33:54) A glorious weekend in st. Louis sports. Sending the Twins a-packing. Torpedo bats. Doug's got the Cardinals winning it all. Youngry is everywhere. No credit though. Doug's tired of all this taxation without representation. Raised on print journalism. Marc on the phone lines with a scorching hot Jordan Binnington take. Mmmmm, Clorox. Heck of an ending in Colorado. 9 in a row for the boys. (34:02-51:44) Texas Tech melting down late against Florida. Chalky Final Four. TMA Walrus Number One checking in with a Youngry story for us. Bar-K. Rough connection. Jobu is 2025's Gloria. Audio of Binner talking about Jobu's speech. Gerbil on the line with a navy cap nugget for Tim. Where's the bullpen in the bedroom? (51:54-1:04:15) Yankees doing some raking in the Bronx with their new torpedo bats. Poor Nestor Cortes. Get your text name changes ready for tomorrow. Be gentle. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

This week Devo brought coffee! What's that? He didn't bring enough for everyone? Well, that's just great. Not to worry, Silly Stu can pick us up some from Micky D's. Meanwhile, the great Luke Ski discovers that all roads lead to chicken! And The Consortium of Genius is cookin' up some barbecue. Mmmmm, smells good! 1. "Chicken!" by the great Luke Ski 2. "Zombie Apocalypse Barbecue Live at FuMPFest 2024" by Consortium of Genius 3. News of the Stupid! 4. "McDonald's in the Pentagon" by Silly Stu The great Luke Ski is at thegreatLukeSki.com The Consortium of Genius is at ConsortiumofGenius.com Silly Stu is on YouTube Thank you to our Patreon backers for making this show possible!!!

Recipe: 1-1/2 cup rice cereal 1 cup chocolate chips1/2 tsp. salt1/4 tsp. vanilla extract1/4 cup corn syrup1/2 can of 14 oz sweetened condensed milk1/2 cup light brown sugar1/2 stick of unsalted butter(Over medium heat.)1. Melt the butter in the pan. 2. After the butter is melted, add the brown sugar, and stir continuously until melted together.3. Add the condensed milk and corn syrup, and mix well. Let it sit until everything is combined. (~4 minutes in the video)4. Add salt and vanilla5. Turn off the heat6. Add the cereal, stir well7. Transfer to the lined/greased pan8. Sprinkle more chocolate chips over the top, and leave them to melt (~5 minutes), then spread the chocolate to cover the whole thing. 9. Let cool/harden for 3 hours, and then cut and serve! *** HAPPY HOLIDAYS! ***Amazon MP3https://www.amazon.com/s/ref=ntt_srch_drd_B01BAXDICM?ie=UTF8&field-keywords=GentleWhispering&index=digital-music&search-type=ssGoogle Play MP3https://play.google.com/store/music/artist/Gentlewhispering?id=Apc4txglf3f2siowzgqccttky5i&hl=enSpotify MP3https://play.spotify.com/artist/3gkB9Cdx4UuWQxjhelyd87?play=true&utm_source=open.spotify.com&utm_medium=openiTunes MP3https://itunes.apple.com/us/artist/gentlewhispering/id1077570705#see-all/top-songshttps://itunes.apple.com/us/artist/maria-gentlewhispering/id1048320316Disclaimer: *** This video is created for relaxation, entertainment and ASMR/tingles/chills inducing purposes only. For more information about ASMR phenomenon please click here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Autonomous_sensory_meridian_response This video cannot replace any medication or professional treatment. If you have sleep/anxiety/psychological troubles please consult your physician. Thank you :) ***PayPal (Donations): https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&hosted_button_id=RA5K2GG7687VJ Email: MariaGentlewhispering@gmail.com11/25/14

Hour 2 of A&G features... Trump tariffs & the economy Man shot outside of White House Fentanyl coming over the Canadian border Elon's ladies & the Bernie Sanders trans rally See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Hour 2 of A&G features... Trump tariffs & the economy Man shot outside of White House Fentanyl coming over the Canadian border Elon's ladies & the Bernie Sanders trans rally See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

GUESTING STARING CHARLES TELLING US ABOUT A SEXY BLACK DADDY MASTER AND CUMMING WITHOUT TOUCHING THAT COCK.. MMMMM!JOIN US!

Warning: This post contains satire. Proceed with extreme caution. Side effects include bouts of critical thinking and unintended laughter. If you find yourself taking it too seriously, please consult with your doctor immediately.In the hottest hell of our imaginations, two Fascists and a Communist escape into a corner bar, the Barbarossa.The black-haired man with a tiny caterpillar mustache sits in an empty booth. He is Adolf Hitler, known to his people as Mein Fuhrer. A shorter man with a thicker, fatter mustache sits at a table in the middle of the room. He is Joseph Stalin, known as Comrade or Generalissimo. And the third man doesn't know where to sit. Barrel-chested and wide-eyed, with a cleanly shaven face—no mustache—he is Benito Mussolini, known to his people as Il Duce.“Sit, Benito,” Hitler says, pointing to the bar. Mussolini does as he is told.A tiny woman with straggly grey hair flying everywhere appears but does not make eye contact with the three dictators. She hovers and awaits her orders, pulling on her white apron. Quivering in fear, she admonishes her considerable sins and accepts her fate.“What are we drinking?” Stalin says.“Tea for me in a porcelain cup,” says Hitler. “And something sweet. Pralines!”“I will just have the usual,” Mussolini says.“Same for me,” says Stalin.The woman scurries back into the darkness and emerges moments later with a bottle of vodka, a tall glass of milk, and a saucer of pralines, which she places before Hitler. He rubs his hands together excitedly like a schoolboy. “Mmmmm, my favorite!” Says Hitler, “But where's the tea!” The woman startles and nods furiously but must first place the vodka on Stalin's table with a shot glass and then finally serve Mussolini his tall glass of milk.As the wench turns to leave, Hitler stews. It's taking too long. He pounds his fist on the table, and the woman races off.“That's always been your problem, Adolf. You are too impatient,” Stalin says, pouring himself a glass. “Impatient and impulsive.”Hitler scoffs. “Enjoy your ‘water,' Joseph. Do you think we're that stupid?”The cursed woman returns, taking care not to spill the cup of hot tea on Hitler as she carefully places it before him. Hitler dismisses her with a wave.“Water,” Stalin says, “How would you ever know, even it was?”“We're already bored of your little tiresome games,” Hitler says.Now, Mussolini pounds his fist on the bar. “Will both of you SHUT UP? We have urgent business to attend to.”Hitler and Stalin share a look. Then, both break into giggles.“WHAT is so funny if I may ask?” Mussolini says.“You, uh, have a bit of a milk mustache, Benito; it looks like mine!” says Stalin.Mussolini slides his sleeve across his face, wiping off the milk, but remains defiant.“Stop laughing, Adolf!”Hitler covers his mouth to try to keep from laughing.“Ha Ha real funny,” Mussolini says. “I used to drink milk for breakfast. Now, It's for my stomach. A terrible ulcer.”“Settle down, Benito,” Hitler says. “We did not gather here to discuss your dietary preferences.”“You're one to talk,” Mussolini says. “Maybe if you'd laid off the sugar, you might have—” This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit sashastone.substack.com/subscribe

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

So.... please take a close look at the episode art and tell me if you see anything funny? Mmmmm hmmmmmm. Apparently it took us a YEAR to notice. I blame all of you, frankly. You know what you did. You've been listening to: Pete Barry as Bob Tim Sherburn as Colin and Emily Bonnie Brantley as Donna David S Dear as Dr. Theo Bromae and Tiberius Eric Perry as Howard, Joe, and Mr Southers Kevin Hall as Greg and Felonius Sarah Golding as Mrs Sheffield Shannon Perry as Olivia Sarah Rhea Warner as Pipistrelle Kyle Jones is your Narrator Two, and Chris Nadolny Gourley is your Narrator. John Faley is our music director, and our artwork is by Lucas Elliott. Oz 9 is written by Shannon Perry. Sarah Golding is our dialogue editor, and Mark Restuccia is our sound designer. Oz 9 is a proud member of the Fable and Folly Network. Please check out our sibling shows at fableandfolly.com and support our sponsors. Until next time, Space Monkeys, keep your chins up. It's far more flattering. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Mike Ferguson in the Morning 12-23-24 (7:05am) Governor-Elect Mike Kehoe talks about his agenda when he takes over as governor of Missouri on Monday, January 13, 2025. (7:20am) Another pandemic on the horizon? USDA says to watch out for bird flu. Mmmmm...where have we heard this story before? Do not comply. Story here: https://missouriindependent.com/2024/12/20/how-america-lost-control-of-the-bird-flu-setting-the-stage-for-another-pandemic/ (7:35am) Missouri Rep. Justin Sparks talks about his campaign for Speaker of the House vs. Jon Patterson. (7:50am) Do you prefer travelling to other cities to visit relatives over the holidays or would you rather have them visit you? This Christmas will probably see some record-breaking travel statistics. NewsTalkSTL website: https://newstalkstl.com/ Rumble: https://rumble.com/c/NewsTalkSTL Twitter/X: https://twitter.com/NewstalkSTL Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/NewsTalkSTL Livestream 24/7: bit.ly/NEWSTALKSTLSTREAMSSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

MMmmm, The Orgasmic Potato Technique made you curious, right? Leave it to a seasoned copywriter to make you look! Kim Kiel, a seasoned copywriter & brand voice expert with over 17 years of experience, unleashes her expertise today. Because... Even though AI has become our friend and may keep us from starting at a blank page… Writing GREAT copy still requires your brain. And there's no need to feel intimidated or put it off one more minute. Kim shares her recipe for writing tantalizing sales copy that gets your prospects begging for more with a cheeky, fun approach. Listen to learn how to lead your audience through a sales journey, from getting to know you to red hot & ready to buy. We chatted about: -When it's time to work with a copywriter -Copywriting trends & common copywriting mistakes you can avoid -Her favorite framework formulas that help you capture your audience's attention and let your unique voice come through -Learn Kim's practical wisdom to create compelling copy without the overwhelm. PLUS: Get access to Kim's "Sales Copy Scorecard" to assess and elevate your own copy here at https://www.kimkiel.com/scorecard Find Kim here: Website: www.kimkiel.com Instagram: www.Instagram.com/kim_kiel_copy LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/kimkiel/ Ill Communication Podcast: www.kimkiel.com/podcast And THANKS for leaving a review if you enjoyed this podcast! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Mmmmm...catalogs. Is there anything better to arrive in the mail? Sears. JC Penney. Spiegel. Consumer Distributors. J Peterman. Even The ToysRUs Look Book. Missy takes us down mail-order memory lane as a sweet antidote to the daring political discussion of early voting in our two battleground states. Then, it's Tom Hardy's dog's voice. Subtitles. And a fullsome dissection of the Netflix hit Nobody Wants This. Super bouncy this week, Dear Listener. Give us a play. You won't regret it!

Mmmmm… Tuna is delicious. Mmmmm-mm! And bluefin tuna is very delicious! 黑鮪魚太好吃了。 Bluefin tuna fish are big. They can be from one and a half meters to three meters long! They can weigh from sixty kilograms to four hundred fifty kilograms! 黑鮪魚身體巨大，牠們可以從1.5到3公尺長，60到450 公斤重 ! In Taiwan, fishermen are very good at catching bluefin tuna. That's great! They can catch all of these fish! But wait a minute! What about next year? There won't be any bluefin tuna! 台灣的漁夫很會捕撈黑鮪魚，他們可以把黑鮪魚全部抓完。等等! 要是都被抓完了，明年怎麼辦? Well, that won't happen. Taiwan has a rule. Two thousand tons of bluefin tuna can be caught every year. Then Taiwan's fishermen have to stop catching these fish. 好險這件事不會發生，因為台灣有規定，每年只能捕撈總共兩千噸的黑鮪魚。 This year, fishermen caught two thousand tons very fast! Everyone was surprised. Some fishermen wanted to catch more. They can get lots of money for bluefin tuna. But they had to stop. 今年，漁夫很快就補到了2000噸，他們很驚訝，雖然很多人想要多抓幾條來賺錢，但他們必須停止。 Taiwan's rule is smart. Now these fish can grow bigger. They can have more babies. And every year, fishermen can catch bluefin tuna again. 這項規定很聰明，沒有被抓的魚會長更大，生出更多鮪魚寶寶，這樣就一直可以有魚捕。 We can have delicious bluefin tuna for many years now! _______________________________ Vocabulary 黑鮪魚可以捕撈，但是必需有上限，不能超過。 fish 魚。 I'm going to the Bluefin Tuna Festival next year! 我明年要去黑鮪魚節! A festival of fish? 魚的節慶? Sounds like fun.聽起來很好玩。 delicious 美味的。 Are you going fishing? 你要去釣魚嗎? I wish. No, I'll just be there to eat the fish. 我希望去呢! 但我只是去那兒吃魚。 Must be pretty good. 一定很美味。 It's delicious! 非常好吃! lots of 很多。 You've been there before? 你以前去過? Yeah, I have. In Pingtung.去過，在屏東。 Did you pay lots of money for it? 有花很多錢嗎? want 要。 For the fish? Not at all.花錢吃魚嗎? 完全沒有。 I only paid for the souvenirs I wanted.我只花錢買了我要的紀念品。 Lucky you! 太幸運了! 你也想嚐嚐黑鮪魚的滋味嗎? fish魚 delicious美味的 lots of很多 want要 _______________________________ Quiz 1. How many meters long can bluefin tuna be? a. Three b. Thirteen c. Thirty 2. How much bluefin tuna can be caught here every year? a. Sixty tons b. Four hundred tons c. Two thousand tons 3. Why can't all bluefin tuna be caught? a. It takes lots of money. b. There won't be any next year. c. The fish is delicious. Answers: 1. a 2. c 3. b -- Hosting provided by SoundOn

====================================================SUSCRIBETEhttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCNpffyr-7_zP1x1lS89ByaQ?sub_confirmation=1=======================================================================VIRTUOSADevoción Matutina Para Mujeres 2024Narrado por: Sirley DelgadilloDesde: Bucaramanga, Colombia===================|| www.drministries.org ||===================16 DE SEPTIEMBRECIENTOS DE OTRAS RAZONES«Porque para mí, seguir viviendo es Cristo» (Fil. 1: 21).El pastor Craig Groeschel se reunió con un joven profundamente deprimido, que todo el tiempo pensaba en quitarse la vida. «No soy bueno en nada. Nadie me quiere. Nunca me casaré», eran las frases que salían de su boca.-Dame cien razones que tienes para vivir -le pidió Groeschel.El joven se quedó mirándolo, sin reaccionar, mientras el pastor escribía en un papel los números del uno al cien.-¿La primera razón?-No tengo ninguna razón para vivir.-Entonces, dime algo que se te dé bien -cambió de pregunta el pastor.-Escribir.-Ahí lo tienes lo reafirmó Groeschel-. Dame la número dos.-Ya se lo dije...-La número dos -interrumpió Groeschel.-La gente dice que soy muy gracioso.-¿Número tres?-Me parezco mucho a Robert Redford.-Mmmmm, pues sí que eres muy gracioso. ¿Número cuatro?Esbozando una sonrisa, el joven estaba ya comprometido con el ejercicio. El pastor iba escribiendo al lado de los números, hasta que llegaron al cien. Como el joven iba a mudarse a otra ciudad, Groeschel le recomendó consejería cristiana, le hizo entrega de la lista de «cien razones para vivir», y separaron sus caminos. Doce años después, tras una predicación, un hombre se acercó al pastor, le presentó a su esposa y a su hijo, y le entregó un papel arrugado. «Ya no lo necesito. Dios ha escrito en mi corazón cientos de otras razones», le dijo.*No sé cuál es tu estado de ánimo esta mañana; tal vez tus pensamientos no colaboran contigo en el camino de la vida y estás en guerra contigo misma, porque nos convertimos en aquello que pensamos. Virginia Wolf escribió que «no se puede encontrar la paz evitando la vida»; por eso, escoge la vida como camino hacia tu paz mental y espiritual. La Biblia te regala una promesa: «Dios te dará su paz, que es más grande de lo que el hombre puede entender; y esta paz cuidará tu corazón y tus pensamientos por medio de Cristo Jesús» (Fil. 4: 7). Eso es lo que necesitas: darle a Dios la oportunidad de obrar en ti, ayudándote a cuidar de tus pensamientos por medio de Cristo. Ahora quizás no lo puedes visualizar, pero esa paz de Dios te alcanzará, y escribirá en tu corazón cientos de otras razones.«Ama la vida que tienes, para poder vivir la vida que amas». Hussein Nishah.* Craig Groeschel, Desintoxicación espiritual (Miami: Vida, 2013), pp. 71-73. 268 

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In this episode we address common questions about salt in horses' diets. Dr. Rambo discusses the different types of salt available, such as Himalayan salt, table salt, and sea salt, and emphasize that plain white salt is the most economical and effective option. Additionally, we explore whether to offer salt in block or loose form, how much to add to a horse's diet, and the importance of salt in maintaining hydration. Dr. Rambo also debunks myths related to salt intake and leg swelling in horses, and provide guidance on what to avoid when choosing salt products. For personalized equine feeding plans, listeners are encouraged to reach out through various contact methods provided. You can learn more about these topics by visiting our expertise page HERE If you have any questions or concerns about your own horse, please contact us HERE This podcast was brought to you by Tribute Superior Equine Nutrition

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Black Soldier Flies Fight Climate Change Many people eat pork and chicken. Pork comes from pigs. Chicken comes from… well, chickens! Pigs and chickens eat lots of corn, soy, and fish. 很多人會吃豬肉跟雞肉，而豬跟雞吃很多玉米、大豆跟魚。 We need lots of big corn farms, soy farms, and fish farms to feed them. But these farms are bad for our land, air, and water. They make climate change worse. 所以要餵豬跟雞，我們需要很多玉米田、大豆田跟魚類養殖場，但是這些農場對土地、空氣跟水都不好，讓氣候變遷惡化。 But a company in the UK is fighting climate change with soldiers … black soldier flies! The company helps farmers and others make fly farms. Fly farms are better for the environment than corn, soy, and fish farms. But, who eats flies? Yuck! 有一間英國公司想要用黑水虻 (m?ng ㄇㄥˊ)來對抗氣候變遷。他們幫農夫打造養殖場，因為它比種玉米、大豆以及養魚還要環保，但是誰要吃呢? Pigs and chickens eat fly larvae. Larvae are good food for these animals. Scientists found that pigs grow better! Their pork is also better! Mmmmm! 豬跟雞會吃黑水虻的幼蟲，這些幼蟲對牠們是好的食物，科學家發現吃幼蟲的豬，長得比較好、肉質也比較好。 In fly farms, larvae eat lots of food waste. That's the food we don't eat. When it's thrown away, it makes gases. These gases make climate change worse. Larvae stop food waste from making bad gases. 黑水虻的幼蟲吃很多廚餘，這樣可以減少廚餘釋放的氣體，阻止氣候變遷惡化。 Black soldier fly farms can do so much to fight climate change! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Vocabulary 科學家想出各種辦法來延緩氣候變遷。 1. pork 豬肉 。 What are you having? 你要吃什麼? I think I'll go for the grilled pork chop with potatoes. 我想要選烤豬排加馬鈴薯。 Oh, that sounds great! 聽起來真不錯! 2. chicken 雞肉。 And I would like to have crispy chicken with tomato salad. 我想要脆皮雞加番茄沙拉。 Yours sounds even better. 你的聽起來更棒。 3. food 食物。 Good, then we can share some of our food.那好，我們可以分享食物。 You're not on a diet, are you?你不會在節食吧? 4. eat 吃。 No, I just don't want to eat too much.沒有，我只是不想吃太多。 With me around, you really don't need to worry about that。有我在，你真的不用擔心。 今天的單字經常用到。pork豬肉 chicken雞肉 food食物 eat吃 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Quiz 1. What do pigs eat a lot of? a. Corn b. Pork c. Chicken 2. What makes climate change worse? a. Black soldier fly larvae b. Big corn, soy, and fish farms c. The company in the UK 3. What is food waste? a. Food cooked for us b. Bad gases c. Food we don't eat Answers: 1. a 2. b 3. c

Summer of ‘65: Part 1 English boarding school boy shares a lake, and more. By Slowandeasy47 - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The closeted life of a boy's boarding school in Yorkshire, with its Dickensian regime, and early morning runs, had ill prepared me for contact with the opposite sex. I knew the physical differences of course, Harrison Marks and Health and Efficiency were the sex educators for boys in the early nineteen sixties. So what did we know way back then. Well, Health and Efficiency had ensured we knew about breasts, that they came in different shapes and sizes and they almost always involved the throwing of a beach ball at some nudist camp. How he ever managed to get those pictures in our climate completely eluded us but that didn't matter. We had pictures of breasts, or tits as we called them. The word boobs was years away in the future.It was the lower half of the pictures that failed us, the men always had their backs to the camera and the girls just had a uniform, airbrushed area between their legs. Not a pubic hair in sight, and certainly no hint of a vagina. Did girls grow pubic hair? We didn't know for sure, and what went on between their legs was a complete mystery. Actually, in the mid sixties, that was pretty irrelevant as our interest was focused on breasts. We all longed to touch one, to feel its texture and marvel at it, was it soft and squishy, or was it firm and hard? The thought of actual sex was still considered as something girls would allow only once they were married, as an unwanted pregnancy was going to ruin both your lives. It certainly never occurred to us that girls might enjoy it. By now you must be getting a picture of the public face of sex in the early sixties. Among teenage boys there was no knowledge, no porn worthy the name, not even soft core magazines, and definitely no internet. We hoped for a fumble at a party, and the absolute height of our ambition was to be allowed to feel inside her panties, but that was less likely than a moon landing then. Actually just to touch the thigh above the silken top of her stockings was the stuff of many a masturbation fantasy and masturbation was something we were quite expert at. Term had just ended and I was looking forward to the long summer holiday in my new home. While I was at school my parents had moved to a remote corner of the countryside, six miles from the nearest village and with very few other houses around. It was not only remote, it was actually an island. It all sounds very Robinson Crusoe but it wasn't really like that. Several other families lived on the island which was joined to the mainland by a causeway. There was plenty to explore and do, including an old monastery, rabbits to shoot at, if not actually hit, boats to mess about in and so on. So life for a teenage boy was pretty good and it was about to get a whole lot better. Walking over the hills one sunny afternoon I was hailed by a female voice. “Shot anything then?” “No,” I replied. “I'm much better at hitting bottles than rabbits.” And that is how I first met Jenna. Jenna was short and petite with a beguiling smile that produced dimples in both cheeks. Her very dark hair framed her boyish face and her eyes sparkled. I, of course, was just about completely tongue tied. This apparition was a girl! A girl who was chatting to me as if we came from the same planet, which in those days, we most certainly did not. Anyway, somehow I got over the shock of talking to a real girl. We introduced ourselves and over the next few weeks actually became friends. We walked over the hills together, boated together and spent a lot of time in each other's company. We were the only two youngsters, of our age group, for miles around. Late in July, Jenna suggested we take the boat to one of the many other islands for a picnic. Most of these islands could be walked around in an hour, had ruins of long forgotten farms and were simply fun to explore. A little more Robinson Crusoe, if you like. It was a stunning day with clear blue skies and the promise of being a real scorcher. I naturally, took a big towel and my swimming trunks along with our fairly rudimentary picnic. We got into our craft, which was little more than a fibreglass rowing boat with a tiny outboard engine, and put putted for about fifteen minutes to the largest of the nearby islands. I, of course, as the boy, sat at the back in control while Jenna lolled about in the bow trailing her hand in the water. I tried not to look. I tried so hard not to look, but there was an awful lot of leg on display right up to the frayed edges of her skimpy shorts, and my mind set about wondering what went on just out of my sight. What was it that was only just hidden by those shorts? I realised my thoughts were running away with me as I felt the stirring of an erection. Oh no! Fuck it, please no. Not now. Not here. So I looked around at the scenery, the water, actually anything that would take my mind of those silken thighs. It worked: just, and by the time we reached our destination my penis was behaving itself. This could have been such a disaster as Jenna was my only friend and she was really good company. She was also very self assured, which I put down to her being a couple of yeas older than me. We ‘explored' the island, wandering through the deserted ruins, wondering who lived here, when and what they did for a living. The island was so small it can hardly have provided an income. We ate our rudimentary picnic in the sun, sheltered from the breeze coming up the lough, by the corner of a ruined barn and chatted idly about nothing in particular. It was a hot sultry afternoon and I don't remember who made the suggestion, but it was agreed that a swim would be a really good idea, to cool off. The lough was hardly known for its warm waters as most of it was replaced each high tide by water straight out of the ocean, but it would certainly cool us. So we went for a swim, after modestly changing into our swimming kit with the aid of large towels and convenient walls. The water was cold: bloody cold, hardly surprising in mid July, but what had seemed like a great idea quickly turned into something of a torture session. We swam around for a while and, as expected, the water was freezing. “Bit refreshing!” Said Jenna, as she made a few powerful strokes away from the rocky shore, “in fact a little too refreshing for me.” And she struck out for the shallows again. I, not being conscious of any etiquette, got to the shore first. She struggled a bit over the larges pebbles and, as she passed me, I couldn't help noticing how much her nipples were sticking out. I'd never heard of this phenomenon before and certainly never witnessed it. I was fascinated: too fascinated. “Hey! Stop staring at my tits will you.” “I wasn't.” I lied, somewhat unconvincingly. “You were too! I saw you. Eyes out on stalks!” “No really.” I blustered trying vainly to cover my embarrassment. I had grown very fond of Jenna, in a brotherly way. OK I admit it: I fancied her but I wasn't about to ruin our friendship by being stupid. I loved spending time with her: she was so worldly, such fun to be with and now I was in danger of spoiling it all just by ogling her tits. Her rather delightful, and obviously delicious looking, tempting to touch, young tits. “Actually, I was. I'm sorry. You just took me by surprise. I'm really sorry. I'm such a wolly.” “Don't worry. It's no big deal. It's not as if I was naked or you were peeking at me getting changed or anything.” That, of course, sent the image of her standing there dripping wet totally naked, dancing through my brain. What were those lovely little breasts like to ogle or even to touch? What went on between her legs? What did a vagina look like in real life? My day dream would have had a disastrous effect on my cock had the water not been so cold. I climbed out and we dried ourselves off. We spread our towels out, side by side, on the long grass in order to warm up with a bit of sunbathing. “Anyway, it's natural to be curious,” she continued, “it wouldn't be normal not to look.” The relief at being let off the hook was enormous and I stammered something inane before she came out with. “So what do you call a man looking at a naked girl?” She continued. The brazenness of the question took me by surprise and I failed to register that it was a joke. “Don't know.” “Anything you like! He's not listening.” She chortled at her own wit and I joined in. She lay face down on her towel and unhooked the top of her bikini. This was too much, I immediately rolled on to my stomach so as not to reveal my growing excitement. “No peeking at my tits now.” “No of course not.” “Lying bastard!” “Jenna?” “Yea?” “How come you're so confident and relaxed?” “What do you mean?” “Well you just caught me ogling you and now you're making it a bit of a joke.” “Probably because you are a bit prudish.” “Prudish! Me?” “Yes you. You were ogling my tits and then tried to deny it. I've got tits, you haven't, you're curious. So what's so wrong with that. Don't think I haven't taken a peek at the front of your swimming trunks from time to time. Anyway I know things about boys from Paula.” “Paula?” “Paula is my big sister. She's six years older than me and we chat. You know girl stuff.” “Mmmm?” “Paula got married a year ago and we still chat about girl stuff.” “Mmmmm?.” “I'll tell you more, if you tell me stuff about you.” “What sort of stuff?” “Well I'll tell you about my chats with Paula if you promise to keep it a secret for the rest of your life and if you tell me, absolutely honestly, the answer to the next questions. OK?” “Sure.” I said feeling a little vulnerable but a too curious to turn down such an offer. “Paula told me that the doctor gave her the pill just before she got married and that when they went on honeymoon they did it all the time. First thing in the morning, last thing at night and several times in between. She said the feelings were fantastic and much better than just touching yourself.” I am lying on my stomach, next to a pretty girl who is, at best, half naked describing her sister's sex life. The tension was nearly unbearable. “So my question is. When you are, you know, excited and touching yourself. I mean rubbing your thingy, what do you think about?” Shocked! And trapped! She had just asked me about my fantasies, and I had agreed to play a truth game. “Do I have to answer?” I said, playing for time. “Of course you do. You promised. That was the bargain.” I summoned up my courage with all my strength. “Mostly breasts.” I said with a dry mouth. “You naughty boy. I bet you are going to rub yourself tonight and I bet my tits will feature in your fantasy.” “Sorry, but you did ask.” Ducking what could be a very awkward moment. “Paula says she rubs Dave when she's on the curse. He plays with her tits while she rubs his cock and…….er by the way what do you call it? Your cock, your dick or what?” “Harry.” I said the first word that entered my head. She burst out laughing. “HARRY! You call it HARRY!” More peels of laughter. “No not really, that was just a joke. I suppose cock or prick usually.” “Well from now on it's Harry to me.” And she dissolved into laughter again. “Just think of the fun I can have with that. I can say 'How is Harry today?' Anytime, anywhere and only the two of us will know that I'm talking about your cock. That's priceless!” “It was supposed to be a joke. You were telling me about Paula.” “Yea, well she rubs his 'Harry'.” More laughter, “till he,……….you know,………. Jizes then touches herself until she's satisfied. So next question. How often do you play with Harry?” “What?” “You heard. How often do you play with Harry! You have had two bits of information so I get two questions. Out with it: how often?” “Quite a lot.” “Quite a lot is not a number. You promised me an answer. Now give.” “Well, probably most days.” “Oh good, I'm normal then.” “What!” “Me too. So it's normal. I thought I might be over doing it, but it's such a delicious feeling I just can't resist.” This was getting out of control. I was having a conversation, with a lovely girl, both half naked, and we were discussing our masturbation habits: bizarre. “Have you ever sunbathed in the nude?” I was definitely not ready for this question. “No, I haven't.” “Well you really out to. It's such a wonderful feeling having the sun on your bare skin, particularly your bum. I do it all the time by our pool. "We could do it now, staying on our stomachs of course. I mean you have a bum and I have a bum. Bums are just bums after all, not particularly interesting.” “I'm not sure that's a good idea.” I croaked, lying on my now full blown erection thinking that Jenna's bum would be far from 'not very interesting.' “Cowardy, cowardy custard. I tell you what, I'll take my bottoms off first if you promise me, on you honour, you will do it too.” And she slipped her thumbs into her bikini bottoms and eased them over her buttocks, such taught, firm, exercised, firm buttocks, and somehow got them off without revealing anything more intimate. “Your turn!” “Hang on. I never agreed to this.” “Well you didn't disagree: so you agreed. Now off with them or I'll tell Paula what a spoil sport you are.” This was my first introduction to the somewhat woolly area of female logic. I knew I had agreed to no such thing, but she was lying there naked, admittedly face down, but naked, and I found the idea very stimulating, and so did my errant cock, who found the whole experience extremely erotic. I followed her example and slipped my trunks down to my knees, having struggled to get the waist band over the rather obvious protrusion. I shifted sideways, back towards her, to complete the task and dropped onto my stomach as quickly as possible: stark naked and with the firmest, most rigid erection of my young life. “Good, isn't it?” She said and I had to admit that the warmth of the sun on my bum was a truly delicious feeling: so wickedly naughty. “You know what happens next, don't you?” By this time I was getting truly concerned as to what might happen next. A few years later and with more experience, I would have been delighted with this situation, but this was my first encounter with a naked girl and I have to admit I was petrified, but in a most enjoyable way. Without waiting for an answer she continued. “We go skinny dipping!” My jaw must have fallen a foot because she burst out laughing. “Oh your face! What a picture! Only joking, but the look on your face was priceless. I told you you were a prude.” Before I could muster my thoughts I fell straight into the trap. The words “I am not a prude.” Escaped my lips just as I realised what I had said. “Prove it!” “How?” “Show me Harry,” she chortled. “I will not!” “Prude!” “Well you're a prude too, lying there face down.” I retorted. “Not at all. I'll roll over if you roll over!” And I'd just fallen into another trap but it was my turn to seize the advantage. “You first!” I thought I'd gained the upper hand, but it was short lived. “No both together. On the count of three we both roll right over, as quickly as we can, back onto our tums. There will hardly be time to see anything: OK?” “Er……” “Prude!” “No. No. OK.” “One, two.” “No, stop. Stop. I'm not ready. Give me a second or two. Er……OK” “One, two, THREE!” The next few seconds seemed to last a lifetime and are emblazoned on my memory for ever. The swiftest of rolls presented me with a view of my first real pair of tits. Oh such beautiful, magnificent tits. Small, pert, little tits, that were to become my favourite shape and size for ever. Such is the power of that first encounter. A much more impressive surprise however, was the mass of pubic hair, dark brown, curly hair in a perfect triangle, that concealed the secrets at the join in her thighs. How I managed to register this much information in the time available is a credit to the power of human observation, but register it did. I was so intrigued by the whole spectacle that I temporarily forgot about my own nakedness. My teenage penis sprang free from the safety of its lair between my stomach and the ground and with all the enthusiasm that only a teenage penis can muster, pointed proudly skywards to the full scrutiny of Jenna's curious gaze. The exposure, mercifully, was short lived as I completed the roll over on to my stomach, trapping my errant member once again between the ground and my stomach. Jenna was the first to react with a characteristic chortle, but my teenage brain was still trying to compute what it had seen. The flashes of breast and pubic hair caused all my reproductive urges to go into overdrive and without so much as a touch a familiar feeling mounted in my groin. I knew what was about to happen and had no way of controlling it. The feeling intensified rapidly and I ejaculated violently into my towel. I still remember the intensity. I had had orgasms before, but only through masturbating. This was on a whole new level: the sensation was indescribable and within seconds my cock, having done the job nature intended it to do, shrank back to its flaccid state. You may recall that Jenna and I had taken a small boat to a nearby island for a picnic. Jenna is older than I, and much more worldly wise, because I had been closeted in a boys boarding school. Jenna was the first person from 'planet girl' I had really ever got to know. Somehow we had wound up sunbathing naked, face down of course, when Jenna trapped me into exposing myself while she did the same. By the time I was face down on the towel again I had seen my first real pair of tits, my first glimpse of female pubic hair and the whole experience had been too much for my teenage brain. I had ejaculated into my towel, with some considerable force, and was now lying on my flaccid cock in a damp patch of semen. “Are you OK?” She asked. “Yea fine,” I lied. “You just look worried all of a sudden.” “No I'm fine, honestly.” “I suppose we ought to be getting back.” And she wriggled into her bikini bottoms, fastened her top behind her back, stood up, picked up her towel and flicked me on the bum with it. “Ouch!” “Come on then, get Harry tucked away, and let's go.” I managed to get decent somehow, without exposing my obvious problem, and we puttered back towards home in our tiny craft. “That was a great afternoon.” She said,“ I really enjoyed it, and it was such fun to see your face when I suggested skinny dipping!” “Yes, well I'm glad you weren't serious.” “Are you really?” She said with that cheeky smile that showed off her dimples. “I bet you'd really enjoy it if you tried it. I do it all the time at home, it's such a delicious feeling. Just like the nude sunbathing but ten times better.” “Maybe next time.” I said with more confidence than I felt. “Ha ha!” Was all she said as we pulled in to the slipway where the boat was kept. We tidied up, turned the little boat upside down against the hedge to keep the rain out, and put the tiny outboard motor in the boat house. As we said our goodbyes she leaned forwards and gave me a peck on the cheek. I think I even blushed. “I really did enjoy it,” were her parting words. To be continued.. By Slowandeasy47 for Literotica

Summer of ‘65: Part 1 English boarding school boy shares a lake, and more. By Slowandeasy47 - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The closeted life of a boy's boarding school in Yorkshire, with its Dickensian regime, and early morning runs, had ill prepared me for contact with the opposite sex. I knew the physical differences of course, Harrison Marks and Health and Efficiency were the sex educators for boys in the early nineteen sixties. So what did we know way back then. Well, Health and Efficiency had ensured we knew about breasts, that they came in different shapes and sizes and they almost always involved the throwing of a beach ball at some nudist camp. How he ever managed to get those pictures in our climate completely eluded us but that didn't matter. We had pictures of breasts, or tits as we called them. The word boobs was years away in the future.It was the lower half of the pictures that failed us, the men always had their backs to the camera and the girls just had a uniform, airbrushed area between their legs. Not a pubic hair in sight, and certainly no hint of a vagina. Did girls grow pubic hair? We didn't know for sure, and what went on between their legs was a complete mystery. Actually, in the mid sixties, that was pretty irrelevant as our interest was focused on breasts. We all longed to touch one, to feel its texture and marvel at it, was it soft and squishy, or was it firm and hard? The thought of actual sex was still considered as something girls would allow only once they were married, as an unwanted pregnancy was going to ruin both your lives. It certainly never occurred to us that girls might enjoy it. By now you must be getting a picture of the public face of sex in the early sixties. Among teenage boys there was no knowledge, no porn worthy the name, not even soft core magazines, and definitely no internet. We hoped for a fumble at a party, and the absolute height of our ambition was to be allowed to feel inside her panties, but that was less likely than a moon landing then. Actually just to touch the thigh above the silken top of her stockings was the stuff of many a masturbation fantasy and masturbation was something we were quite expert at. Term had just ended and I was looking forward to the long summer holiday in my new home. While I was at school my parents had moved to a remote corner of the countryside, six miles from the nearest village and with very few other houses around. It was not only remote, it was actually an island. It all sounds very Robinson Crusoe but it wasn't really like that. Several other families lived on the island which was joined to the mainland by a causeway. There was plenty to explore and do, including an old monastery, rabbits to shoot at, if not actually hit, boats to mess about in and so on. So life for a teenage boy was pretty good and it was about to get a whole lot better. Walking over the hills one sunny afternoon I was hailed by a female voice. “Shot anything then?” “No,” I replied. “I'm much better at hitting bottles than rabbits.” And that is how I first met Jenna. Jenna was short and petite with a beguiling smile that produced dimples in both cheeks. Her very dark hair framed her boyish face and her eyes sparkled. I, of course, was just about completely tongue tied. This apparition was a girl! A girl who was chatting to me as if we came from the same planet, which in those days, we most certainly did not. Anyway, somehow I got over the shock of talking to a real girl. We introduced ourselves and over the next few weeks actually became friends. We walked over the hills together, boated together and spent a lot of time in each other's company. We were the only two youngsters, of our age group, for miles around. Late in July, Jenna suggested we take the boat to one of the many other islands for a picnic. Most of these islands could be walked around in an hour, had ruins of long forgotten farms and were simply fun to explore. A little more Robinson Crusoe, if you like. It was a stunning day with clear blue skies and the promise of being a real scorcher. I naturally, took a big towel and my swimming trunks along with our fairly rudimentary picnic. We got into our craft, which was little more than a fibreglass rowing boat with a tiny outboard engine, and put putted for about fifteen minutes to the largest of the nearby islands. I, of course, as the boy, sat at the back in control while Jenna lolled about in the bow trailing her hand in the water. I tried not to look. I tried so hard not to look, but there was an awful lot of leg on display right up to the frayed edges of her skimpy shorts, and my mind set about wondering what went on just out of my sight. What was it that was only just hidden by those shorts? I realised my thoughts were running away with me as I felt the stirring of an erection. Oh no! Fuck it, please no. Not now. Not here. So I looked around at the scenery, the water, actually anything that would take my mind of those silken thighs. It worked: just, and by the time we reached our destination my penis was behaving itself. This could have been such a disaster as Jenna was my only friend and she was really good company. She was also very self assured, which I put down to her being a couple of yeas older than me. We ‘explored' the island, wandering through the deserted ruins, wondering who lived here, when and what they did for a living. The island was so small it can hardly have provided an income. We ate our rudimentary picnic in the sun, sheltered from the breeze coming up the lough, by the corner of a ruined barn and chatted idly about nothing in particular. It was a hot sultry afternoon and I don't remember who made the suggestion, but it was agreed that a swim would be a really good idea, to cool off. The lough was hardly known for its warm waters as most of it was replaced each high tide by water straight out of the ocean, but it would certainly cool us. So we went for a swim, after modestly changing into our swimming kit with the aid of large towels and convenient walls. The water was cold: bloody cold, hardly surprising in mid July, but what had seemed like a great idea quickly turned into something of a torture session. We swam around for a while and, as expected, the water was freezing. “Bit refreshing!” Said Jenna, as she made a few powerful strokes away from the rocky shore, “in fact a little too refreshing for me.” And she struck out for the shallows again. I, not being conscious of any etiquette, got to the shore first. She struggled a bit over the larges pebbles and, as she passed me, I couldn't help noticing how much her nipples were sticking out. I'd never heard of this phenomenon before and certainly never witnessed it. I was fascinated: too fascinated. “Hey! Stop staring at my tits will you.” “I wasn't.” I lied, somewhat unconvincingly. “You were too! I saw you. Eyes out on stalks!” “No really.” I blustered trying vainly to cover my embarrassment. I had grown very fond of Jenna, in a brotherly way. OK I admit it: I fancied her but I wasn't about to ruin our friendship by being stupid. I loved spending time with her: she was so worldly, such fun to be with and now I was in danger of spoiling it all just by ogling her tits. Her rather delightful, and obviously delicious looking, tempting to touch, young tits. “Actually, I was. I'm sorry. You just took me by surprise. I'm really sorry. I'm such a wolly.” “Don't worry. It's no big deal. It's not as if I was naked or you were peeking at me getting changed or anything.” That, of course, sent the image of her standing there dripping wet totally naked, dancing through my brain. What were those lovely little breasts like to ogle or even to touch? What went on between her legs? What did a vagina look like in real life? My day dream would have had a disastrous effect on my cock had the water not been so cold. I climbed out and we dried ourselves off. We spread our towels out, side by side, on the long grass in order to warm up with a bit of sunbathing. “Anyway, it's natural to be curious,” she continued, “it wouldn't be normal not to look.” The relief at being let off the hook was enormous and I stammered something inane before she came out with. “So what do you call a man looking at a naked girl?” She continued. The brazenness of the question took me by surprise and I failed to register that it was a joke. “Don't know.” “Anything you like! He's not listening.” She chortled at her own wit and I joined in. She lay face down on her towel and unhooked the top of her bikini. This was too much, I immediately rolled on to my stomach so as not to reveal my growing excitement. “No peeking at my tits now.” “No of course not.” “Lying bastard!” “Jenna?” “Yea?” “How come you're so confident and relaxed?” “What do you mean?” “Well you just caught me ogling you and now you're making it a bit of a joke.” “Probably because you are a bit prudish.” “Prudish! Me?” “Yes you. You were ogling my tits and then tried to deny it. I've got tits, you haven't, you're curious. So what's so wrong with that. Don't think I haven't taken a peek at the front of your swimming trunks from time to time. Anyway I know things about boys from Paula.” “Paula?” “Paula is my big sister. She's six years older than me and we chat. You know girl stuff.” “Mmmm?” “Paula got married a year ago and we still chat about girl stuff.” “Mmmmm?.” “I'll tell you more, if you tell me stuff about you.” “What sort of stuff?” “Well I'll tell you about my chats with Paula if you promise to keep it a secret for the rest of your life and if you tell me, absolutely honestly, the answer to the next questions. OK?” “Sure.” I said feeling a little vulnerable but a too curious to turn down such an offer. “Paula told me that the doctor gave her the pill just before she got married and that when they went on honeymoon they did it all the time. First thing in the morning, last thing at night and several times in between. She said the feelings were fantastic and much better than just touching yourself.” I am lying on my stomach, next to a pretty girl who is, at best, half naked describing her sister's sex life. The tension was nearly unbearable. “So my question is. When you are, you know, excited and touching yourself. I mean rubbing your thingy, what do you think about?” Shocked! And trapped! She had just asked me about my fantasies, and I had agreed to play a truth game. “Do I have to answer?” I said, playing for time. “Of course you do. You promised. That was the bargain.” I summoned up my courage with all my strength. “Mostly breasts.” I said with a dry mouth. “You naughty boy. I bet you are going to rub yourself tonight and I bet my tits will feature in your fantasy.” “Sorry, but you did ask.” Ducking what could be a very awkward moment. “Paula says she rubs Dave when she's on the curse. He plays with her tits while she rubs his cock and…….er by the way what do you call it? Your cock, your dick or what?” “Harry.” I said the first word that entered my head. She burst out laughing. “HARRY! You call it HARRY!” More peels of laughter. “No not really, that was just a joke. I suppose cock or prick usually.” “Well from now on it's Harry to me.” And she dissolved into laughter again. “Just think of the fun I can have with that. I can say 'How is Harry today?' Anytime, anywhere and only the two of us will know that I'm talking about your cock. That's priceless!” “It was supposed to be a joke. You were telling me about Paula.” “Yea, well she rubs his 'Harry'.” More laughter, “till he,……….you know,………. Jizes then touches herself until she's satisfied. So next question. How often do you play with Harry?” “What?” “You heard. How often do you play with Harry! You have had two bits of information so I get two questions. Out with it: how often?” “Quite a lot.” “Quite a lot is not a number. You promised me an answer. Now give.” “Well, probably most days.” “Oh good, I'm normal then.” “What!” “Me too. So it's normal. I thought I might be over doing it, but it's such a delicious feeling I just can't resist.” This was getting out of control. I was having a conversation, with a lovely girl, both half naked, and we were discussing our masturbation habits: bizarre. “Have you ever sunbathed in the nude?” I was definitely not ready for this question. “No, I haven't.” “Well you really out to. It's such a wonderful feeling having the sun on your bare skin, particularly your bum. I do it all the time by our pool. "We could do it now, staying on our stomachs of course. I mean you have a bum and I have a bum. Bums are just bums after all, not particularly interesting.” “I'm not sure that's a good idea.” I croaked, lying on my now full blown erection thinking that Jenna's bum would be far from 'not very interesting.' “Cowardy, cowardy custard. I tell you what, I'll take my bottoms off first if you promise me, on you honour, you will do it too.” And she slipped her thumbs into her bikini bottoms and eased them over her buttocks, such taught, firm, exercised, firm buttocks, and somehow got them off without revealing anything more intimate. “Your turn!” “Hang on. I never agreed to this.” “Well you didn't disagree: so you agreed. Now off with them or I'll tell Paula what a spoil sport you are.” This was my first introduction to the somewhat woolly area of female logic. I knew I had agreed to no such thing, but she was lying there naked, admittedly face down, but naked, and I found the idea very stimulating, and so did my errant cock, who found the whole experience extremely erotic. I followed her example and slipped my trunks down to my knees, having struggled to get the waist band over the rather obvious protrusion. I shifted sideways, back towards her, to complete the task and dropped onto my stomach as quickly as possible: stark naked and with the firmest, most rigid erection of my young life. “Good, isn't it?” She said and I had to admit that the warmth of the sun on my bum was a truly delicious feeling: so wickedly naughty. “You know what happens next, don't you?” By this time I was getting truly concerned as to what might happen next. A few years later and with more experience, I would have been delighted with this situation, but this was my first encounter with a naked girl and I have to admit I was petrified, but in a most enjoyable way. Without waiting for an answer she continued. “We go skinny dipping!” My jaw must have fallen a foot because she burst out laughing. “Oh your face! What a picture! Only joking, but the look on your face was priceless. I told you you were a prude.” Before I could muster my thoughts I fell straight into the trap. The words “I am not a prude.” Escaped my lips just as I realised what I had said. “Prove it!” “How?” “Show me Harry,” she chortled. “I will not!” “Prude!” “Well you're a prude too, lying there face down.” I retorted. “Not at all. I'll roll over if you roll over!” And I'd just fallen into another trap but it was my turn to seize the advantage. “You first!” I thought I'd gained the upper hand, but it was short lived. “No both together. On the count of three we both roll right over, as quickly as we can, back onto our tums. There will hardly be time to see anything: OK?” “Er……” “Prude!” “No. No. OK.” “One, two.” “No, stop. Stop. I'm not ready. Give me a second or two. Er……OK” “One, two, THREE!” The next few seconds seemed to last a lifetime and are emblazoned on my memory for ever. The swiftest of rolls presented me with a view of my first real pair of tits. Oh such beautiful, magnificent tits. Small, pert, little tits, that were to become my favourite shape and size for ever. Such is the power of that first encounter. A much more impressive surprise however, was the mass of pubic hair, dark brown, curly hair in a perfect triangle, that concealed the secrets at the join in her thighs. How I managed to register this much information in the time available is a credit to the power of human observation, but register it did. I was so intrigued by the whole spectacle that I temporarily forgot about my own nakedness. My teenage penis sprang free from the safety of its lair between my stomach and the ground and with all the enthusiasm that only a teenage penis can muster, pointed proudly skywards to the full scrutiny of Jenna's curious gaze. The exposure, mercifully, was short lived as I completed the roll over on to my stomach, trapping my errant member once again between the ground and my stomach. Jenna was the first to react with a characteristic chortle, but my teenage brain was still trying to compute what it had seen. The flashes of breast and pubic hair caused all my reproductive urges to go into overdrive and without so much as a touch a familiar feeling mounted in my groin. I knew what was about to happen and had no way of controlling it. The feeling intensified rapidly and I ejaculated violently into my towel. I still remember the intensity. I had had orgasms before, but only through masturbating. This was on a whole new level: the sensation was indescribable and within seconds my cock, having done the job nature intended it to do, shrank back to its flaccid state. You may recall that Jenna and I had taken a small boat to a nearby island for a picnic. Jenna is older than I, and much more worldly wise, because I had been closeted in a boys boarding school. Jenna was the first person from 'planet girl' I had really ever got to know. Somehow we had wound up sunbathing naked, face down of course, when Jenna trapped me into exposing myself while she did the same. By the time I was face down on the towel again I had seen my first real pair of tits, my first glimpse of female pubic hair and the whole experience had been too much for my teenage brain. I had ejaculated into my towel, with some considerable force, and was now lying on my flaccid cock in a damp patch of semen. “Are you OK?” She asked. “Yea fine,” I lied. “You just look worried all of a sudden.” “No I'm fine, honestly.” “I suppose we ought to be getting back.” And she wriggled into her bikini bottoms, fastened her top behind her back, stood up, picked up her towel and flicked me on the bum with it. “Ouch!” “Come on then, get Harry tucked away, and let's go.” I managed to get decent somehow, without exposing my obvious problem, and we puttered back towards home in our tiny craft. “That was a great afternoon.” She said,“ I really enjoyed it, and it was such fun to see your face when I suggested skinny dipping!” “Yes, well I'm glad you weren't serious.” “Are you really?” She said with that cheeky smile that showed off her dimples. “I bet you'd really enjoy it if you tried it. I do it all the time at home, it's such a delicious feeling. Just like the nude sunbathing but ten times better.” “Maybe next time.” I said with more confidence than I felt. “Ha ha!” Was all she said as we pulled in to the slipway where the boat was kept. We tidied up, turned the little boat upside down against the hedge to keep the rain out, and put the tiny outboard motor in the boat house. As we said our goodbyes she leaned forwards and gave me a peck on the cheek. I think I even blushed. “I really did enjoy it,” were her parting words. To be continued.. By Slowandeasy47 for Literotica

Mmmmm lalalalala throaaattt chakra. This time is all about getting clear on our discipline, discernment, and boundaries for the sake of keeping our channel clear for divine expression. We can only operate from our highest place when we aren't being depleted - and only we can set the boundaries on that which does so. It's supportive to create a safe space for playful exploration where these blocks can arise and be worked with. So line up your stuffed animals on your bed and put on a show. Spiral Revival's InstagramAlai's InstagramThat's Just Reality bookMuch love & blessings, Alaï Margarita Canyon Miel'aqua Malaika Delmaré Zaela Starshine

In the second hour, the boys dive into the 'Paris Jewellers Inbox' where you can kick your best chance to try and win a $20 A&W gift card with the A&W 'Text of the Day'   From the Popeyes Louisiana Kitchen, Dusty and Lt. Eric share what they think the Oilers need to do next game to win.   They both share their thoughts on the post-game response of the Oilers and what it would mean if the team lost the next game.   Dusty then lays down the 'Coolbet Hotline of the Day' where he goes to the Dallas Stars!   Midway through the hour Dusty opens a mystery package...   The fellas play a playoff pump-up song for Sportball to hype you up!   They then get into 'MMMMMMM That's Good' for the Italian Centre Shop! The Italian Centre Shop received this year's Canada's Best Companies award! MMMMM that's so so good! What's also good is that the Oilers vs Canucks series now HAS to be a 7-game series for the Oilers to move on!

BayCon 1993. A roadtrip through the southwest on I-10. The Thing outside of Tucson.  Marion Zimmer Bradley. Pitney dives under a table to hide from Tricia.  And Russians. Mmmmm, delicious Russians. Because things like this only happen to us. Hop in the backseat, next stop El Paso! Promo: Our True Crime Podcast podfollow.com/1404686511 @OurTrueCrimePod (Want to swap show promos? Email us!)   We love you for listening! Please take a moment to rate and review us, and earn a STICKER! (Everyone loves stickers!) And please subscribe or add us to your favorites list on your favorite platform so you never miss a show! And share us with your cool friends, not the lame ones.     Questions? Comments? Complaints? Write to us at PitneyAndAmelia@gmail.com!  Tweet at us at @bitchenboutique! https://twitter.com/bitchenboutique Stay up to date by liking our Facebook page! https://www.facebook.com/Pitney-Amelias-Bitchen-Boutique-1082838478590821/   If you want to be supportive without a lot of stuff cluttering your feed, follow us on Instagram at @pitneyandamelia! https://www.instagram.com/pitneyandamelia/ And if you're feeling generous, buy yourself a little something at our merch shop and help to support our show! (Turn off that Content Filter to see the "uncensored" stuff!)  https://www.teepublic.com/stores/bitchen-boutique?ref_id=30433&utm_campaign=30433&utm_medium=affiliate&utm_source=Bitchen%2BBoutique     Who the heck are Pitney and Amelia? A gay guy and his fat friend talking about everything! We've got 40 YEARS of stories to share about stuff we love, stuff that annoys us, people we've known, places we've been, and things we've seen. Geeky, silly, and always opinionated. NAMES ARE CHANGED TO PROTECT THE GUILTY!   We may be awful, but we're right!  Here, queer, and in your ear. Every other Friday.     The Bitchen Boutique is all about mental health and openness and honesty and if you're in crisis and in the US, call or text 988, or go to 988lifeline.org to reach the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline.  And if you just need some friends, you've got two right here. LGBTQIA+ | Comedy | Pop Culture | Fandom | Horror | Spirituality | Mental Health #BayCon #MarionZimmerBradley #Roadtrips #TheThingAZ   #LGBTQIAplus  #Comedy #PopCulture #Fandom  #Horror  #Spirituality #MentalHealth

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Week 27 July 2-8, 1990 and we discuss everything that was happening during the 18th week of 1990. Which movies were at the theater? What music were you hearing on the radio? What news was hitting the headlines? What were you watchin on T.V.? We have the answer to all these questions and so much more! Die Hard 2 - Die Harder, Shout out to Matt, Dream On, Hey Dare Buddy, MMMMM Peggy Bundy.

Mmmmm yeahhhh we're gonna have to give you this episode on Office Space which is turning 25 years old. Chris Chatham came in on his day off to chat about printers and TPS reports with us. We had a blast and y'all can cheer yourself up by listening to it cuz it sounds like y'all have a case of the Mondays. Enjoy!

Mike has a new lady to ogle on YouTube... and she's German and she cooks.  Mmmmm.  Oscar has a broken eagle and there's another situation at the ol' gas pump.  Oscar and Robb discuss their showbiz weekend... and Robb declares a "citrus revolution".  This Episode Is Sponsored By: Liquid IV: Boost hydration with Liquid IV. Use "TMOS" for a special discount at Liquid IV:  https://liquid-iv.com/. Your backing of our sponsors fuels this podcast's engine. We appreciate each and every one of you!

Things sure have changed for Pee-wee Herman (Paul Reubens RIP). He's moved to a small town filled with elderly people to work in his lab with his pig Vance (Wayne White), on a secret formula to eliminate world hunger. This all changes when the Cabrini Circus literally blows into town, bringing with it a colorful cast of characters led by Mace Montana (Kris Kristofferson) and his horny lil' wife Midge (Susan Tyrrell). They're invited to stay on the farm and Pee-wee is smitten by the girl on the flying trapeze, Gina Piccolapupala (Valeria Golino), but what to do about his fiance with the bad hair, Winnie (Penelope Ann Miller)? Pluck a couple glizzies from the hot dog tree and feel the discomfort with us as the luckiest boy in the world gets laid in Big Top Pee-wee, this week on Doom Generation.  Support this show at patreon.com/doomgeneration

These days you can't just ask your congregants for money, you have to do it under the guise that God wants you to be richer than them! It's called creativity, people.  90 Day Fiance Oops! Bryan said transsexual but he means transgender “Trust me” Dive bars! An outhouse with a bar TCBCon Who would you dress up as? Bryan can't rejoin the restaurant industry (please subscribe & review us on itunes) The 700 Club A new kind of prosperity preacher Mmmmm prowess Just give the glory to god and it's fine The Church of TCB Catholicism LINKS: Send us show ideas, comments, questions or concerns by texting us at: 1.855.TCB.8383 Call 626.ASK.TCB3 and leave us a voicemail Speak to TCB LIVE by calling 775.TCB.LIVE (1.775.822.5483) Tuesday-Thursday 12pm-5pm EST Watch TCB on YouTube Creator: Bryan Green Co-Host: Bryan Green Co-Host: Krissy Hoadley Written By: Bryan Green Exec Producers: Bryan Green & Krissy Hoadley Content Production & Research: Tina Khano YouTube Producer & Editor: Morgan Please Producer & Audio Editor: Christina A. Executive Director: Astrid B. Associate Producer: Gustavo Episodic Contribution: Marianne, Diane, Natalie, Will The Champ, Will D**

-       Y a este país le pondremos el nombre de “Sombrerolandia”. -       Mmmmm. No sé. ¿Qué tal “Burritolandia”?   ¡Hola! Soy Óscar. Gracias por acompañarme en un nuevo episodio del pódcast de unlimitedspanish.com. Recuerda que puedes conseguir el texto de este episodio en mi página web: www.unlimitedspanish.com sección pódcast. ¿Sabías que cada nombre de los países latinoamericanos tiene un significado? Hoy voy a presentarte el origen del nombre de varios países. La verdad es que el origen de estos nombres es fascinante. Así que viajaremos virtualmente por los diferentes países. Empezamos con Argentina, cuyo nombre proviene del latín "argentum", que significa "plata". Los primeros exploradores europeos, maravillados, pensaron que el país estaba lleno de este preciado metal. ¡Incluso hay una ciudad llamada Mar de la Plata! Nuestro próximo destino es Bolivia, bautizada en honor a Simón Bolívar, el líder militar y político que jugó un papel decisivo en la independencia de varias naciones latinoamericanas. Luego nos dirigimos a Brasil, cuyo nombre tiene raíces en la naturaleza. Proviene del "pau-brasil", un árbol cuya madera de color rojo fue altamente valorada por los colonizadores portugueses. Así, la región tomó el nombre de este árbol. Pasamos a Chile, donde no hay certeza absoluta sobre el origen de su nombre. Sin embargo, una teoría interesante sugiere que proviene de la palabra indígena "chilli", que podría traducirse como "donde la tierra termina". Un nombre bastante poético para este país de geografía única. Y hablando de nombres con historia, Colombia debe su denominación al famoso explorador Cristóbal Colón. Aunque nunca pisó el territorio colombiano, su descubrimiento de América fue el catalizador de la colonización europea en el continente. Continuamos hacia Costa Rica. Según la teoría más aceptada, su nombre proviene del mismo Cristóbal Colón, que quedó asombrado por la abundancia de adornos de oro que portaban los indígenas. ¿Quién no pensaría en riquezas al ver tanto oro? Nuestro siguiente destino es Cuba, cuyo nombre proviene de la palabra taína "cubao", que significa "lugar de tierra fértil". Es un homenaje a los taínos, los habitantes originales de la isla. En cuanto a Ecuador, su nombre es bastante evidente, ¿no crees? Este país se encuentra justo sobre la línea ecuatorial, que divide al mundo en dos hemisferios. Al parecer, no necesitaron mucho tiempo para pensar un buen nombre. El Salvador, por su parte, toma su nombre de una antigua fortaleza española ubicada en lo que hoy es la capital, San Salvador. Su nombre completo es "República de El Salvador".   Recuerda que puedes conseguir el texto de este episodio en mi página web: www.unlimitedspanish.com sección pódcast.

Because we love you (and also cuz we feel overwhelming guilt for missing your birthday this year), we present to you the gift of new music! Tune in and while you're at it- take note on what to get Andy for his birthday. And what's this? No one is featured on the Interview Hour this week?! That's right. It's all Andy & Nick for a solid hour of boy talk. Mmmmm yeah, you like that don't ya? We're here to spread joy and prioritize pleasure, y'all. So buckle up cuz this one's a doozy.  RIP Slinky. You are forever a good boy and we'll all miss you. Watch this episode streaming now!! Psyched to partner up with our buddies at Volume.com! Check out their roster of upcoming live events and on-demand shows to enrich that sweet life of yours. Call, leave a message, and tell us how you really feel: (720) 996-2403  Check out our new single, You Do You streaming on Spotify and Apple Music now! And while you're at it, give a big middle finger to the bigots in your life Follow us on Instagram @worldsavingpodcast For more information on Andy Frasco, the band and/or the blog, go to: AndyFrasco.com Check out our good friends that help us unwind and sleep easy while on the road and at home: dialedingummies.com Produced by Andy Frasco, Joe Angelhow, & Chris Lorentz Audio mix by Chris Lorentz Featuring: Andy Frasco & The U.N.