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This week, Aaron and Leyla gather 'round for an epic poem with Bahubali: The Beginning. Join us for Aaron's musical improv, a discussion of men's accessories, and yet another step toward our inevitable right-wing pivot. -- Our theme song is "Obsolete" by Keshco, from the album "Filmmaker's Reference Kit Volume 2." Our other projects: Aaron's TTRPGs Aaron's TTRPG Reviews aavoigt.com

This episode, Aaron and Leyla cover the 2021 intergalactic, interdimensional point and click game, "Genesis Noir!" We power through our respective illnesses to discuss the difficulty of preserving an ending's momentum, as well as how much we liked the kamehameha gun. Links: Waypoint Radio Genesis Noir Conversation Nirvana Noir Leyla's Essay on Robert Jackson Bennett's "The Tainted Cup" Gorogoa Monument Valley -- Our theme song is "Obsolete" by Keshco, from the album "Filmmaker's Reference Kit Volume 2." Our other projects: Aaron's TTRPGs Aaron's TTRPG Reviews aavoigt.com  

"What do you mean I know you don't feel that way about me?"---You and your best friend have always had a flirty, friends-to-lovers kind of tension. After one too many drinks, you end up kissing him. Certain that it was just the alcohol talking, he says his goodnights and leaves. Mortified, you've stopped answering his texts and his calls. But… could it be that he does want something more? Are you willing to confront him and find out?---IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO HEAR THE FULL SPICY VERSION OF THIS AUDIO, YOU CAN LISTEN HERE Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Chapter 1: How can Tim Miller's blue balls get some relief?By LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.It was a Sunday morning, and my cock was hard in my hand. As an eighteen year old virgin, the strength of my erections was never in doubt, but their frequency was becoming distracting, to say the least. Hard when I went to sleep, hard when I woke up, hard at various impractical points throughout the day, my hormones were in a constant cascade down from my brain to my dick, swelling up my balls and begging to be released in an explosion of hot, white, euphoria.As warm water showered down my body, I worked toward that release. Eyes closed tight as I stroked up and down, my mind tried to organize the overwhelming stimulus it took in on a daily basis as a horned-up high school senior. Lori's cleavage when she bent over to pick up her pen, the way Tara's tight gym shorts framed her perfect ass, Michele's lips and tongue running over the tip of her pen while deep in thought. my cock screamed at me, throbbing, egging me on like my own personal drug dealer, pushing me to imagine how these young women, my classmates, my friends, might act if they were with me right now, their bodies consumed by the same fire as mine, and what depraved things they might do to reach their own satisfaction.But as I raced down the final straightaway toward ultimate pleasure, my mind's fantasies landed in the same place it always did. Instead of my hand sliding up and down my cock I envisioned a mane of fiery red hair bobbing back and forth, lips, tongue and hands touching me, sucking me, desperate to pull my climax out of my body. Then, right as I was approaching the edge, the mental image became the emerald green eyes of my next door neighbor Sarah looked up at me, her large, firm breasts pressed together by her arms as both hands pumped my shaft and kneaded my balls. Her breath was as labored as mine, her eyes burned with the fire of wanton lust. We both knew what was coming, and she wanted it, needed it, as badly as I did. Sarah's hands, lips and tongue coaxed me closer and closer. My balls churned, coiling tight, my breath got ragged, and then time seemed to stop as Sarah placed the trembling purple head of my cock on her bottom lip, stared me right in the eye, and whispered.Alexa Ruins My Moment"Hey, I'm coming in!" My eyes burst open, hand off my cock and quickly closing the gap in the shower curtain as I angled my rapidly deflating dick away from the bathroom door. The abrupt entrance of my step-sister Alexa snapped me right back to reality, instantly sending me lightyears away from that glorious precipice of pleasure."You know it doesn't really work if you knock, after, you open the door.""Eh, get over it, I wasn't looking, and besides, you've been in here for like half an hour. Other people need to use the bathroom in the morning too, you know!" Alexa was a bit older than me, and you'd think college would have taught her some new manners about sharing a communal space, but any tact she might have learned fell away as soon as she came home for a weekend, a holiday, or in this case spring break.I always used to lock the bathroom, automatically, but  when Alexa went off to college, I got out of the habit. That's going to changed immediately. "Why are you even up this early? You guys were out until like 2 am last night," I challenged my intruding stepsister."Stephanie and I are going on a bit of a road trip today, so we wanted to get a jump on things," Alexa said as she sat pissing in the toilet. I was just an arm's reach from her, only veiled by a cheap white vinyl shower curtain; But I stood there petrified by fear. Fear of Alexa's complete disregard of my privacy.Girls on the prowlAlexa was out Saturday night with her friend, Stephanie. Stephanie & her parents lived in our upstairs rented-out apartment. Stephanie and Alexa had been inseparable for as long as I could remember. As a night owl myself, I had heard them stumble home late many nights, and last night was no different. Straining cock in my hand, the sound of the closing front door, along with hushed whispers and giggles as they walked by my room, triggered momentary mid-masturbation paranoia. I froze in silence, mid-stroke, to make sure I gave no indication of what I was doing, but the pressure in my cock never abated. In that moment my horned-up mind wandered to Stephanie, a tall volleyball player with long toned legs and more than enough tits. Last night, as I surfed porn at 2 in the morning, I heard her footsteps coming down the hall. I wondered where she'd been. Had she sucked someone's dick? Had she swallowed their cum? My cock throbbed.Once I heard her bedroom door close, I thought the coast was clear & I started back up again. Thoughts of Stephanie lingered, and as I timed my orgasm to the cumshot clip I watched on my computer, in my mind's eye it was Stephanie's face I saw, mouth open in a slight smile, happily splattered in white.Just as the blast of cream abated, Alexa interrupted from the hallway; “What are You doing up so late?”"Nothing, just watching a movie."Her languid response of "Um Hmm" said she didn't believe me, but wasn't going to push it."Well just hurry up and finish, huh? You know mom hates it when you're late for church.” Her tone implied a double meaning.Back to this morning's shower.I heard the toilet lid close, followed by a strong flush. “Damn it!”  The sudden blast of scalding water led to my frantic overcompensation on the shower knobs, causing  my cock getting a blast of ice cold ‘therapy.'  I finally got the mix adjusted, but as I looked down at my now totally flaccid penis and frustratingly full balls, I knew the only thing being finished right now was my shower. I rinsed, turned off the water, and stepped out.As I toweled off, my mind drifted to all the things I had coming up in the next few months. After tucking in my towel around my waist, I opened the bathroom door to abate the steam, so I could eventually check my hair in the mirror. I brushed my teeth while thinking about things like finding a prom date, making sure my summer job was set up, and getting ready for college in the fall.As I went through the rest of my morning toiletry routine, several thoughts meandered through my head, but I was brought back to earth as my gaze fell on the bathroom window. The blinds were inexplicably drawn up so that this small window looked directly at Sarah's bedroom window, and as the fog cleared from the glass, it revealed the beautiful redhead whose lips I had just minutes ago been fantasizing were sliding up and down my cock. There she was, almost topless, with only a sheer black underwire bra shielding her perfect breasts from my eyes.She moved around her room casually, looking for a top for the day, but I froze. I'd caught a glimpse of her puttering around in her room from time to time over the years, but usually it was as a silhouette through curtains, and always fully clothed. Her curtains must have been broken now, as this was a straight shot right into her bedroom, the morning sun illuminating her pale cleavage like a beacon.I flicked off the bathroom light, shut the door, & clicked the lock. Standing there in the dark room, I could see Sarah, but all she saw was a screened dark bathroom window.Sarah and I were friendly, but I don't know if I'd say we were friends. We had lived only feet from each other for many years, and had grown up going to school together, but we never really traveled in the same social circles. Regardless, as the years went by she developed into the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I was just too petrified by her beauty, and my own inexperience, to really do anything about it. Outgoing but private, I had no idea if she had a boyfriend, a girlfriend or what. My hormone-addled brain was dying to know her sexual history, and I had spent many nights imagining all its details for my own pleasure.I felt the blood start to return to my cock, but another impatient knock on the door from Alexa snapped me out of it.“Use the other bathroom,” I yelled in a defiant tone. When I looked back, Sarah had gone, and instinctually my hand sprung to close the blinds, not wanting anyone to be privy to the magic portal I had just discovered.The image of those busty, freckled tits stayed fresh in my mind as I got dressed. I wondered what her nipples tasted like. What her tits would feel like wrapped around my cock. How slowly my cum would slide down between them. Jesus I just wish I had cum in the shower. I really needed to snap out of this.The smell of bacon brought me back to earth as I entered the kitchen. I looked toward the stove and saw another lovely sight; two long, athletic legs leading up to the shortest shorts humanly imaginable. Inside those shorts was an apple of an ass, and above that, a tight, spaghetti-strap tank top covered a long, tight back leading up to a messy bun of dirty blonde hair, with headphones on each ear.. The whole package gyrated slowly to a song only she could hear as she made herself breakfast. The blood once again started its pilgrimage to my cock."Hey, neighbor," I greeted Stephanie as I opened the fridge door in an attempt to hide my arousal."Oh, hey, Timmy!" she said as she whirled around to greet me. She knew I hated the name Timmy, but she never passed up a chance to tease me. It was clear when she turned around, that she had stayed the night, as her nipples were clearly visible through the tight fabric of the tank top. As the only man in the house, and not much of a threat at that, Stephanie was always very relaxed when she was here, which meant she had no problem hanging around in whatever she slept in. Alexa would usually follow suit, and their sleepovers generally meant a parade of unfettered tits and nipples covered only by the thinnest of garments. This was both heaven and hell for any boy my age. Even now my eyes couldn't help but lock in on her perfect tits, and she caught me staring before I could look away."Are you staring at my tits, Timmy?" she said with a wry smile. I scrambled and focused on something else to cover my ogling."Nah, I'm staring at that hickey on your uh, chest. You fall asleep on the vacuum again?""Very funny," she chuckled, "I bet you'd love to know where I got it, wouldn't you, perv?" It was true. I blew it off and tried to seem cool, but goddamn it was true. The little deep red mark peeked out from the hem of her tank top, on the inside of her right breast and it was driving me mad. Did she get it last night? Did she get it. from Alexa?I'd never seen Stephanie with a boyfriend, and due to all the time the 2 girls spent together, I naturally wondered if Stephanie and Alexa were a little more than just friends. Stephanie's upstairs unit was laid out fairly similar to ours, so her bedroom was right above mine, which meant I could hear loud music and girlish giggles pulse through the floor every time they hung out. Then one night, when it was extra quiet, the sounds of faint moaning snuck their way through the floorboards, in through my ears, and directly down to my dick. I was too shocked to do anything but sit there with an intense hard on; Alexa wasn't home; was she up there with Stephanie? Did she have those long legs wrapped around my step-sister's head? The fact that I was over hearing something so personal, made it taboo and voyeuristic, and hot as hell. I tried to keep the incident out of my mind, but when I heard those sexy little whimpers trickle down a second occasion, a third, I couldn't ignore it. Sometimes Alexa was home, sometimes she wasn't, and I'd listen closely, stroking along, wondering if Stephanie was touching herself, or if Alexa was touching her, or licking her tight cunt, or even if that tight cunt was wrapped around a hard cock. I'd match her intensity, getting faster and faster as she lost control, until the sexiest sound a woman can make freed itself from her mouth in a unique short-short-long pattern of ecstasy, and I would cum so hard I almost blacked out."Have fun on your trip," I managed to choke out through a suddenly dry mouth. I grabbed a yogurt out of the fridge and went on my way. Today had been quite the test already, so heading off to church with my step-mom seemed like a great way to get my mind out of the gutter.Or so I thought.Despite working a dangerous job being a cop, my dad was never really one for religion. Neither was Kelly, my step mother, at least not until the night dad got injured in the line of duty. He passed away after two weeks in a coma, but Kelly's prayers never stopped. She found a great church shortly after we lost him, and the community of parishioners helped her, helped all of us, through a very difficult time. Alexa stopped going once she went off to college, but I continued to go with Kelly every week I could. I don't know if I believed any of it, but I knew me being there was soothing for Kelly, so I did it to make her feel good. I also did it because I missed my dad, and sometimes it really did help. One of the perks as well was a great youth ministry that introduced me to new kids from different nearby towns.When I arrived, late as always; I was greeted by a warm smile and a discreet wave from the pastor's daughter, Christine. A cute brunette Italian girl, with a sexy, smokey voice, I had developed a crush on her almost immediately. She had a style that was conservative, but definitely not prudish, a tantalizing dichotomy that was on full display the first summer we met. Big, baggy t-shirts would hang loose, revealing little form, while also giving just the slightest suggestion of the small, perky tits underneath. Below were short shorts, revealing long, strong legs formed by years of running track, and skin that seemed to have a warm, perpetual tan regardless of the season.A kind heart with a beautiful soul, Christine welcomed me into the church's youth social scene immediately and we became fast friends. I say emphasize friends, because I quickly learned Christine had a long time boyfriend named Eric. Eric was a good guy, but he wasn't a church goer, much to her father's dismay, and it was a source of much struggle for Christine as well. Having one foot in the godly world and one foot in the secular world can be very confusing, especially at our age. You see, despite being the pastor's daughter, Christine was still a red-blooded, 18 year old girl with wants and needs that boiled hot and furious just like everyone else. Christine trusted and confided in me, and while she never went into detail, I knew the pastor's daughter was doing SOMETHiNG sinful with her boyfriend; I just didn't know exactly what. This made my imagination run wild, but she was my friend, and doing her best to stay a good Christian girl, so I tried to ignore those thoughts as much as possible. I didn't always succeed.After the service my eyes scanned the congregation as everyone milled about. They fell on a face I hadn't seen in quite a while; a face that sent a slight tingle straight to my painfully full balls; Rachel. Tall, with long, strawberry blonde hair, Rachel was definitely what would be called thicc. Cute and innocent-looking with big doe eyes, Rachel by far had the biggest tits I'd seen of any girl my age. Sturdy bras held up her two talents while a tasteful sundress gave a hint of deep cleavage, and hung off the crest of a plump ass and thick thighs. Another longtime friend of mine, Rachel and her family belonged to two churches, so It was a rare treat to see her in person. To the casual onlooker it wouldn't seem like she and I had much of a relationship, as we generally didn't do much more than a smile and wave or a quick hello, but she and I actually had a very lively online relationship that saw us talking digitally almost every day. We'd chat about everything and anything as two teenagers growing up in the world. I enjoyed talking to her, but things never got particularly saucy. I'd complain about girls and she'd humor my grumblings, but when it came to Rachel and boys, there didn't seem to be much there to talk about. She was very clear she was saving her virginity for marriage, and that's generally where things would end. Even so, there was many a night where after one of our long digital conversations I'd massage my cock to completion, while wondering what she did with those magnificent, innocent tits when she was all alone.Making a bee line for me through the crowd now was Christine. After a big hug we chatted a bit, but I could tell something was off. It was a normal routine for Christine and I to take a drive and hang out after church, so we said our quick goodbyes, hopped in my car, and headed off to get milkshakes. Sitting in the parking lot, I decided to try and get to the bottom of what was bothering my friend."So what's up? You're being awfully quiet." I glanced over at her, taking note of her outfit. Today she was wearing a nice tasteful blouse, but her legs were on full display, reaching out from beneath a knee length skirt, which I noticed was currently bunched up tantalizingly at mid-thigh."It's nothing, it's just," she paused, shifting her legs together nervously,"it's just, Eric. Well, actually, it's really me.""Go on," I said, watching her pick the hem of her skirt."I'm just worried about what comes next. For us, Eric and me. College starts soon and we're going to be so far away from each other, and I'm. I'm worried there's not enough, you know, incentive to keep a long distance thing going."I thought I had a feeling where this was going."You mean you think because you're not having sex with him he'll find greener grass somewhere else?""Well, sort of, I mean. Can I; can I tell you something?" She started to blush."Of course," I said. My cock twitched."Well, Eric and I. we've always tried to keep each other. satisfied. but a couple of times it's just. the heat just got too much to bear, and we. had sex.""Oh no way!" I said, trying to play it cool while secretly my mind started racing. I shifted to hide my growing erection as any previous attempt to keep my thoughts of Christine chaste were instantly gone. I imagined her on her hands and knees, that tasteful skirt bunched up around her waist with her hot ass in the air, moaning in ecstasy as her tight, proper cunt got stuffed with a hot, throbbing cock. My fantasy was short-lived however."Yeah, only a couple times, because honestly. I just really couldn't enjoy it. He was a total gentleman and all, but the whole time I couldn't stop thinking that I was doing something wrong; something bad. And not in a hot way." My dick was deflating as I listened to my friend's legit crisis. "I was so uncomfortable every time, we could never really get going, and he wouldn't even. you know. cum."My cock twitched with life again slightly. Even though this wasn't a sexy situation, I couldn't help but note the hotness of hearing the pastor's daughter talk about cum."And so you're worried that he's going to get to college and find a girl who's not uncomfortable about it and forgets about you?""Actually no, I'm worried about me. I'm worried that this is my body telling me I'm not with the right person, and that I need to be with someone more; godly."Now don't get ahead of yourself, she wasn't talking about me; she knows I'm not much more than a weekend warrior for Christ, and this was something that was clearly weighing on her quite heavily. The sins of the flesh were bringing her to a serious cross road, and she had some hard decisions ahead of her."You know, one thing I know for sure is that I trust you. You've always had a great mind for my shit, and that's why I know that if you trust yourself, trust your gut, you're going to make the right decision." I assured her. She smiled that warm smile, and I thought I saw her tan thighs ever so slightly squeeze together.We finished our milkshakes, and I drove her home. Every so often I'd catch her eye and she'd smile again, as the late afternoon wind whipped her chocolate hair around in a frenzy. Before she got out, she leaned over, kissed me on the cheek, and said "thanks Tim. You're a good friend." I watched her sashay towards her front door, making sure to pull her skirt back down before she went in.Instant MessagesAs I drove home my mind raced again, and the tightness in my pants returned. I wasn't so much thinking of the awkward, uncomfortable sex Christine had had, but the thing she had said before that. Satisfied. They tried to keep each other satisfied? What did that mean? Was she jerking him off? Was he moaning in her ear as he spurt cum all over her hands? Had she tasted it? Had he tasted her? Was she regularly gripping the sheets and writhing around as he tongued her clit? Surely the pastor's daughter was keeping it respectable, but what was it like that first time? Maybe over-the-clothes dry humping just got so intense that they lost control. Maybe that sexy, smokey voice breathlessly cried out those two magic words. "fuck me."The stimuli of the day clouded my mind for the rest of the evening. Dinner and tv with Kelly was a blur; -all I could think about was getting upstairs and setting my blue balls free. I said goodnight to a returned Alexa, packing for her journey back to school tomorrow, headed to my room and fired up my computer. Waiting for me there was a message from Rachel. We chatted about nothing in particular for a while, and then, as the night grew later, quieter, she started to get a bit nosey."So where'd you and Christine run off to after church?" she inquired."Just went for a drive to get milkshakes; we do it almost every week.""Um Hmm; milkshakes. " Was this a little bit of sauce from Rachel?"Why, you jealous?""A little bit," she responded, "I love milkshakes. "I let it hang there, not sure how to respond. Not sure if this was innocent teasing, or if it were a double entendre from this proper, Christian girl whose family belonged to Two churches. I didn't have to wait long though as a new message popped up, changing the subject.

One of the great funny folks, Kevin Farley stopped and will be at the Funny Bone the weekend.Welcome to KSHE Tim Virgin and please move your car.Man accused of disgusting behavior against female patrons at Delmar Hall‘City-killer' asteroid now on crash course with the moon after Earth likely to dodge a direct hitCashless society and changing savings habits for kidsWoman catches co-worker allegedly spiking her Coca-Cola can on spy camNorth Dakota mayor resigns after sending lewd video to city attorney by mistakeSt. Louis couple sued for staging U-Haul accident to claim insuranceFlorida man charged with exposing himself at state parkMachete-wielding cinnamon bun bandit caught mid-snack, Asheville police sayMiami woman steals police car after night of drinks with off-duty officer, authorities sayWife robbed two banks while eight months pregnant and duped unwitting husband to be her getaway driver after telling him he was collecting her from a check-up2 arrested when they stopped to put air in tires during police chaseFlorida man arrested for stealing $100,000 worth of frozen bacon‘Mortified' mum shares viral video of toddler eating his grandfather's ashes Follow us @RizzShow @MoonValjeanHere @KingScottRules @LernVsRadio @IamRafeWilliams - Check out King Scott's Linktr.ee/kingscottrules + band @FreeThe2SG and Check out Moon's bands GREEK FIRE @GreekFire GOLDFINGER @GoldfingerMusic THE TEENAGE DIRTBAGS @TheTeenageDbags and Lern's band @LaneNarrows http://www.1057thepoint.com/Rizz 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.

One of the great funny folks, Kevin Farley stopped and will be at the Funny Bone the weekend. Welcome to KSHE Tim Virgin and please move your car. Man accused of disgusting behavior against female patrons at Delmar Hall ‘City-killer' asteroid now on crash course with the moon after Earth likely to dodge a direct hit Cashless society and changing savings habits for kids Woman catches co-worker allegedly spiking her Coca-Cola can on spy cam North Dakota mayor resigns after sending lewd video to city attorney by mistake St. Louis couple sued for staging U-Haul accident to claim insurance Florida man charged with exposing himself at state park Machete-wielding cinnamon bun bandit caught mid-snack, Asheville police say Miami woman steals police car after night of drinks with off-duty officer, authorities say Wife robbed two banks while eight months pregnant and duped unwitting husband to be her getaway driver after telling him he was collecting her from a check-up 2 arrested when they stopped to put air in tires during police chase Florida man arrested for stealing $100,000 worth of frozen bacon ‘Mortified' mum shares viral video of toddler eating his grandfather's ashes   Follow us @RizzShow @MoonValjeanHere @KingScottRules @LernVsRadio @IamRafeWilliams - Check out King Scott's Linktr.ee/kingscottrules + band @FreeThe2SG and Check out Moon's bands GREEK FIRE @GreekFire GOLDFINGER @GoldfingerMusic THE TEENAGE DIRTBAGS @TheTeenageDbags and Lern's band @LaneNarrows http://www.1057thepoint.com/Rizz Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Today's talk: MORTIFIED! Growing up. Survivor... why? KWAYI: Dave the Diver. Patreon My Website.

We're dropping in a old episode to keep you sated during our brief hiatus. Enjoy our 2 year old thoughts on a 15 year old Rom Com! -- Our theme song is "Obsolete" by Keshco, from the album "Filmmaker's Reference Kit Volume 2." Our other projects: Aaron's TTRPGs Aaron's TTRPG Reviews aavoigt.com

We celebrate International Women's Day with the 2018 heist film, Ocean's 8! We talk about being gay for Cate Blanchett, the gender politics of all-women remakes, and put Nancy Pelosi on a team with Brennan Lee Mulligan and Crimew. Links: Anne Hathaway and Rihanna BTS where everyone is horny for Cate Blanchett in the comments P!nk high wire performance https://maia.crimew.gay/ -- Our theme song is "Obsolete" by Keshco, from the album "Filmmaker's Reference Kit Volume 2." Our other projects: Aaron's TTRPGs Aaron's TTRPG Reviews aavoigt.com

So there I was, wide awake at 5:15 AM in FREAKING NEW ZEALAND (yes, we're still traveling—more on that later!) with this message practically BURSTING out of me. My body was like, "Andee, get up RIGHT NOW and talk to your people!" So here I am, messy bun and all, coming in hot with some truth bombs about parenting that literally changed my entire life.The Big Juicy Secret I Can't Keep Anymore:Who you're BEING matters waaaaay more than what you're DOING as a parent.Think about it—you could say "time to wake up" with the exact same words but completely different energy:Option A: Frazzled, irritated, rushing (we've ALL been there)Option B: Grounded, present, compassionateSame words, totally different result! And guess what? Your kids have these amazing things called mirror neurons that pick up your emotional vibe INSTANTLY. They're like little emotional WiFi receivers!

This week, Aaron and Leyla continue their journey outside their 2010s comfort zone with Love For 1000 More! Join us for Aaron's first (and last?) foray in to K-Dramas, unlikeable romantic leads, and as always, everything coming back to Naruto. -- Our theme song is "Obsolete" by Keshco, from the album "Filmmaker's Reference Kit Volume 2." Our other projects: Aaron's TTRPGs Aaron's TTRPG Reviews aavoigt.com

On this episode of Mortified, Aaron and Leyla kick off our month of romance with the 1940 romcom, "His Girl Friday!" We talk about the importance of tension in comedy, the contradictions of 40s gender expression, and try to pull our mental states out of their steady nosedives.  Watch His Girl Friday on Wikipedia! -- Our theme song is "Obsolete" by Keshco, from the album "Filmmaker's Reference Kit Volume 2." Our other projects: Aaron's TTRPGs Aaron's TTRPG Reviews aavoigt.com

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This week, Aaron and Leyla return to Piltover with Arcane Season 2! We struggle through the plots of 17 load bearing characters, praise the power of vibes, and enjoy a cameo from special guest, Toulouse! -- Our theme song is "Obsolete" by Keshco, from the album "Filmmaker's Reference Kit Volume 2." Our other projects: Aaron's TTRPGs Aaron's TTRPG Reviews aavoigt.com

This week, Aaron and Leyla are so clucking back with Chicken Police: Into the Hive. Join us for yet another hour of being critical of something we ostensibly liked, noir pastiche, and MICK!!!  Jazz theme is Podcast Jazz Music by Denis Pavlov Music on Pixabay: https://pixabay.com/music/traditional-jazz-podcast-jazz-music-168726/  -- Our theme song is "Obsolete" by Keshco, from the album "Filmmaker's Reference Kit Volume 2." Our other projects: Aaron's TTRPGs Aaron's TTRPG Reviews aavoigt.com

Send us a textSo, we were planning on saving this one for Episode 100, but let's face it--there's a pretty good chance we don't make it that far....  We welcome half of big-time rock band feegee--the ones who do our theme song--Alex and Paul.  They did a great job, but somehow, Jim found the need to talk way too much.  The Ascertainers theme, live and unpluggedAwkward IntrosTop-notch Kids In The Hall ReferenceNewt's--Lovely BurgersFriendship ForensicsMusical RootsRadio GameSummerfestCa$ualOutroContact us:  TheAscertainers@gmail.com#Newt's#WelcomeToTheTwinCities#feegee#TVForDogs#Ca$ual#Pierre#BungtrackVOICEMAIL - FEEGEE | MUSIC VIDEO  (our guests, Alex on guitar, Paul on bassMolly's Worst Enemy- "Incubus" Live at Little Elephant (Paul on drums, Alex on bassCasual - Solidtude / Already Down / Spent / Come Around (Live From Garth's Living Room)  (Paul on drums)Pierre - "Mortified" (Alex on steering wheel)Bungtrack - Killing in the Name (RATM Cover) @ Benderz Bar (Alex on bass, Paul sharing vocals)

 You've likely heard of a food bank, but a furniture bank? We sit on a donated sectional with the founder. Then, a sports journalist seeks to make Nuggets superstar Nikola Jokić less enigmatic. Plus, making homes less vulnerable to wildfire. And host Ryan Warner is "Mortified." 

Nick welcomes writer Marnie Shure to the podcast for her monthly "Horror Report," featuring reviews of Thanksgiving and The Visit. They also chat about the upcoming Mortified show, the best food trends of 2024, the weirdest podcasts of the year, and Twizzlers Merry Berry Punch Twists. Then, Esmeralda Leon joins Nick to fulfill a Steely Dan Magic Megaphone request, continue their snack journey through time, and dive into a lively discussion about New Year's Eve traditions. Esma also explains the intriguing concept of "Chip Decision Making." It's a fun, flavorful, and festive episode! [Ep311]

Preciousness is only revealed to one worthy of such things. By Erozetta. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. What's a girl to do when everyone has been hinting that her boyfriend is going to propose in front of his family on Christmas Eve?  Then, upon receiving my gift, instead of a ring I found a note. Not a promise of a ring to come, but a note folded to fit into the slot of a beautiful ring box that read: Rin, I've thought long and hard about this. I know you were expecting something else, but I think we should see other people. We've always been on different paths and I don't think long-term is going to converge those two wildly different walks of life. I would appreciate it if you kept up appearances until after we leave my family gathering. They're expecting me to propose, but I just don't feel it's the right move with you. We can pretend this is a placeholder then part after we get back home. So sorry,             Tommy I didn't pretend.I lifted my gaze to him as he had the gall to kneel on one knee in front of me while his family looked at me expectantly. The tears in my eyes were quickly found to be the unhappy variety as I said, “Are you fucking kidding me, you asshole?” Pushing him away from me, I dropped the note and box on the floor in front of one of Tom's brothers as I fled the cabin where his family was celebrating Christmas Eve. I noticed, during my escape, the oddly placed mistletoe hanging in the door frame past the front entrance. I was the only unrelated person present at this gathering, the image of expectant kisses should I get caught by his family under the decoration made me irrationally angry. I slammed the door behind me before running out into the snow. Mortified and put on the spot, I didn't really care where I went or how heavy the snowfall was. I headed down the driveway without grabbing my coat, or even my shoes. My heavy wool socks became soaked as the snow melted around my feet and I jogged away with tears burning my eyes as the cold wind threatened to freeze the evidence of heartbreak to my face. James, Tom's youngest brother, ran after me, quickly catching up and grabbing my hand to stop me. I pulled out of his grip and fell into the soft snow, laughing at the absurdity of the whole thing. James leaned over and picked me up. My protests fell on deaf ears as he lifted me over his shoulder and carried me back toward the cabin. I hit his back, pushed off of him, squirmed and tried to get him to drop me, but he held onto me with ease. He might've been Tom's younger brother, but he certainly wasn't smaller or weaker than the man I thought I was getting engaged to. “Put me down!” I snapped amidst a choked sob. James sighed and dropped me back to the ground a few hundred feet from the cabin, “It's freezing and there's nowhere to go for five miles in any direction unless you want to hang out with some lonely old local men that probably wouldn't even see you as human or a grizzly or two, should you decide to venture into the woods. My brother's an asshole, but the rest of the family ain't. Mom sent me after you and everyone is tearing into Tommy for breaking up with you the way he did.” I looked up into the sky as large fluffy snowflakes landed on my face and eyelashes, “So, are you offering to let me sleep in your bed instead?” I asked without shifting my eyes to him, “Or I can share a bed with your parents, I suppose.” “Tommy's on the couch, you're getting his room,” he replied with zero emotion to his tone. “Why's mistletoe hanging in the doorway?” I asked as James grabbed my hand and pulled me back to my feet before putting his coat over my shoulders. “What?” “I'm the only one in the house that isn't related to anyone else, so why hang mistletoe?” James huffed, “We don't actually use it. Mom likes how it looks.” I laughed, “Well, maybe I'll put that to the test and hang out under the mistletoe. See if anyone's willing to bite and help me get back at your brother.” The scowl that had been lingering on his face faded to a smirk as he glanced up at the house, “Is that an invitation to taunt my big brother, Rin?” My gaze lowered over his frame, “Older brother, J. Not so sure he's the bigger brother.” We headed back to the cabin, but before we went inside, he turned me and planted a gentle kiss between my cheek and the corner of my lips. “My brother's an idiot,” he whispered as he turned the knob and pulled me back into the warmth of the cabin. Tommy's mom was pacing inside the front entry and grabbed me, pulling me into a big hug. James stood aside and tilted his head as he watched me accept his mother's apology for her oldest son, “Dorin, I'm so sorry Tommy did that to you…” “Rin,” I said. “Please, Irene, call me Rin? I kinda hate my given name.” The older woman smiled and took my hand, “My goodness, you're freezing. Let's get you into some dry clothes.” I glanced back at James and smiled as his mother walked me through the front entrance and under the mistletoe. Wasting no time, he grabbed my hand and pulled me away from his mother. His lips were soft and wet on mine. They were also much warmer than mine as he closed his eyes and his tongue passed between my parted lips. Irene stared, her jaw-dropping open as her youngest son planted a much more intimate kiss than I'd anticipated on me. My hand lay against his jaw and cheek and I drew in a deep breath as he released me. James's gaze broke from mine and he turned to his mom, planting a kiss on her forehead. “She was under the mistletoe,” he said as he walked back into the living room. He smiled as he endured the penetrating glares of his other brothers, his father and a few aunts and uncles while Tommy scowled at me. Oh, he didn't like that. I smiled and Irene led me through the front room and into Tommy's room, where she closed the door and tilted her head. “Do… Rin,” she corrected herself, “I'm not happy with what Tommy did, but I also don't like the idea of taunting him with his younger brother…” I looked at the older woman as I opened a drawer and pulled out dry socks and warm pajamas for myself, “Then you should talk to James about it because I didn't know he was going to do that.” She nodded and left the room as I gathered the things I needed to shower. My fingers went up to my lips once she left, that wasn't only a show for his brother. There was something behind that kiss for James and I really wanted to know what. I showered while the family bickered. After my shower, I changed into my pajamas and went out into the living room. Sitting by the fire warmed me up a little more. I was by myself on the floor, uncertain of how to handle the giant pink elephant in the room. The feeling of pity emanating from Tommy's family was suffocating, but I didn't want to hide in the bedroom for the rest of this trip either. Their cabin was basically a log-mansion with giant windows giving breathtaking views of the Rockies, conifers and snow along steep ridges as far as the eye could see. Which wasn't far on that night as the storm was kicking up and limiting the view to the few trees surrounding the cabin. Tommy and Rick, one of his brothers, sat on the couch behind me. Their youngest sister, Jaime, came over to sit next to me as James sat on a chair nearby and one of their uncles stared at me from the front entryway, where the mistletoe hung. Leering old pervert. “You can do better than any of my brothers,” Jaime said as James came over to the couch and leaned over, swatting his sister on the head. “Ow,” she snapped with a laugh, “it's true and you know it.” “Doesn't mean you have to lay it out for her,” he retorted as he glanced at me. A soft blush covered my cheeks but the orange glow of the fireplace covered it. Jaime was older than me by a few years and younger than Tommy by a dozen. She was also James's ten-minutes-younger twin sister. My attention turned back to Tommy, but he intentionally looked anywhere but at me. It was dumb of me to think a suave and successful thirty-five-year-old was about to propose to a naive and immature twenty-year-old. But my family and friends thought it was going to happen. I'd been dating Tommy for a couple years and it started off with people calling me Tommy's flavor of the month. Nothing but a barely eighteen-year-old piece of arm candy to his friends and co-workers. Six months in, I graduated to flavor of the year. After a year there were whispers that he was getting serious about me. None of his other relationships lasted more than a few months at a time. As the two-year mark approached, the whispers of proposal began swirling even among his friends. I should've known better. I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up, but I did. It was easy to get into the mindset of that being a possibility since he'd never wanted to bring me to his family gatherings before. What else would make him change his mind about bringing me? Proposing made more sense than bringing me there to publicly dump me. “It's a bunch of dull old people bragging to each other. You'd hate it,” he'd said the year prior. Thinking the next year would be no different, I'd already made plans with friends when he called me up and asked me to come to the cabin with him to meet his family. Maybe that was the problem, they all liked me right away and started teasing him that I could do better even while I clung to his arm our first day there. It didn't take me long to start relaxing around them while it took a few dozen dates for me to get comfortable around him. Did he feel threatened by me liking his family? He had a ring box, so the ring had to be around somewhere, he simply changed his mind before giving it to me. Maybe he didn't want me to get comfortable with his family. I'd ruined it by joking with them instead of finding them to be the insufferable bores he made them out to be. I lay my head on Jaime's shoulder, “Would one of his sisters be more worthy of me?” I asked. Never felt a person stiffen so fast before. She stammered as she pulled herself away from me. James moved down to sit beside us. Jaime's cheeks were almost crimson and her eyes were wide as a deer's in headlights. I smiled, “I'm teasing. I'm only kinda into girls.” Tommy had sweat building on his forehead as I glanced back at him, “Into them enough to put on a show for Tommy's birthday this past year, though.” James put his hand on mine, “Oh, really?” he asked as he smiled at his brother, “Did you know part of this gathering will be celebrating my birthday?” “And mine,” Jaime said as she hit her brother's knee, “so don't get any gross ideas about a show…” James smirked, “Maybe a private show? A boy only turns twenty-three once in his life…” “Twenty-three isn't a special birthday,” Tommy snapped as he came around and took my hand, pulling me from between the twins. I yanked my hand away and fell onto my hands and knees before I lifted my head to look at him then turned to his brother, “When's your birthday?” “Twelve forty-one AM,” he said with a smile. “Christmas Day?” I asked. James nodded and Tommy reached out to me again and I smacked his hand away from me, “I'll wear a fucking bow,” I said before I got up and went into Tommy's room alone. I didn't hear the whole argument, but I know Jaime got between them more than once as she whined for them to knock it off. I should've gotten upset at Tommy for trying to control my interactions with his family after he broke up with me. But, honestly? I was horny from sitting between the twins and kinda enjoyed the idea of James's interest in me making Tommy jealous as fuck. Though, while I lay in Tommy's bed my mind was less on my ex being an ass and more on offering his younger siblings myself as a piece of ass. I fantasized about putting on a show for the twins where both took an intense interest in me. Making myself a tantalizing present for each of them as their hands and lips explored my body and I took my time with theirs. The thought of lying between them, James behind me and Jaime in front, her brother pushing into me as I kissed and fondled his sister was tantalizing. The icing on the cake, of course, would be Tommy sitting on the sidelines. His cock in a cage and unable to turn away as his siblings got me off in a way he never had. At least, not in a way he ever had without help from one of his side dishes. I guess it should've been a clue that I didn't get off unless he brought a girl home for me to help him fuck. Or, maybe it should've been a clue that he was bringing home girls for me to help him fuck. I was naive enough that when he said he wanted me to try new things I believed him. The girls he brought home were always older than me and often treated me like a pathetic little cunt until he finished with them and instructed them to get me off while he watched. Thinking you're in love can blind you to the most obvious red flags, I suppose. I didn't want to lower myself to Tommy's level of meaningless use of people for his own pleasure. But, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't intrigued by the idea of using James to get even with Tommy. I fell asleep with my mind on my ex watching me suck off his youngest brother, which led to a plethora of inviting dreams. I only felt partially asleep when a hand curled over my hip from behind and lips came down on the side of my neck. My thoughts were on James, but as the fingers slid beneath my pajama bottoms, I noticed they were slender, dainty. Then the moans against my neck were soft and feminine, as well. With my hand on theirs, I pulled them into the bed with me. I turned over, still in a fog of sleepy haze, to see Jaime biting her lip, her fingers frozen on my mound as her big brown eyes conveyed her fear of rejection. I reached out and ran my hand over her cheek, pushing her hair over her shoulder as I did so, “I don't love you or anything,” I said. She nodded and lowered her lips to mine, “Not asking you to love me, Rin.” Her voice was much deeper than I knew it to be. Something felt off as she lifted her eyes to meet mine and her thigh pressed between my legs while her fingers lowered, parting pussy lips and rubbing along either side of my clit. I closed my eyes and fought off a shiver. Her fingers were delicate and teasing. Jaime's head tilted to the side as I opened my eyes and watched her smile grow as her fingers entered me. “What do you want, then?” I asked, staving off a loud moan by whispering in a breathy exhale. She brought her lips down by my ear and pressed her knee to me, pushing her fingers tighter against my aching pussy, “To warm you up,” she whispered before kissing my jaw. My hips lifted to her hand, grinding myself against her palm as her thigh pushed tighter to me and my knee rubbed against her. My eyes fluttered between open and closed as my gaze lifted to her, “Warm me up?” I asked. She nodded then looked over her shoulder, “We want to make you forget all about Tommy, Rin.” James stepped forward and climbed onto the bed behind me. His fingers turned my head to him and his lips were on mine in a flash as I moaned. The bed depressed again and I opened my eyes mid-kiss to see Rick and Nate, Tommy's other brothers, climbing onto the bed. They pulled the blankets off me and helped their sister get my pajamas off. But, it was James who grasped my jaw and made me look at him as he brought his lips back to mine and parted them with his tongue. I turned over to him and began to grind on his knee. He smiled and moaned as his hand grasped the back of my neck. I moaned and felt him smile as he pushed closer to me, my thigh rubbing against the hardness between his legs. His deep voice was gentle in my ear, “Are you awake, Rin?” I was awake, I was certain of it. The feel of Jaime and the other two brothers faded and James's moan against my ear made me force my eyes open. My pajama-clad thigh was rubbing against his, still clothed, cock and my hands grasped his hip and behind his neck. The rocking of my hips seemed involuntary as I pressed myself to James's thigh, grinding myself against him. He pushed my hair from my face and a blush crossed my cheek, “I didn't expect you to pull me into bed with you,” he whispered as his lips brushed against my cheek. “I what?” “You were tossing and turning in your sleep, tears on your cheeks, so I put my hand on your shoulder to wake you up. You pulled me into the bed and started grinding on my thigh,” he groaned and I realized I still was. “Sorry,” I whispered and started to pull away from him. He grabbed my hip and pulled me back to him, “I didn't ask you to stop. I wanted to make sure you were awake. It felt like I was taking advantage without being certain.” “I…” James brought his lips to mine again and pulled my body tighter against his thigh as I resumed grinding myself against him. My own thigh rubbed against his cock as his hips matched my movements. A moan escaped my lips and he groaned as my hips bucked against him. My body trembled as he held me against him. When his lips pulled away from mine he pushed my hair away from my face again, “Feel better?” he asked. My cheeks were burning hot as my gaze connected with his. A quick nod made him smile. He was still hard against my thigh and he started to get up but I grabbed his hip and held him there, “I lied,” I whispered, “I don't feel better yet.” My hand slid over the waist of his jeans and along his lower stomach, “Rin…” his voice was soft as I unfastened his jeans and slid my hand into his underwear. He groaned as my hand wrapped around him and stroked upward, “I don't think you feel better yet, either,” I whispered as I looked up at him. James reached down and helped me get his jeans down around his thighs as his lips came down on my neck, “I'm close though,” he whispered as his lips dragged along my ear. I slid my body down his leg until my lips were even with his cock. I didn't anticipate how close he was as my gaze locked on his and I took his cock into my mouth. His cheeks flushed red and his hands grasped my head and neck, guiding me to take his dick as he groaned. My eyes watered and he yanked me down, the head of his cock lodged against the back of my throat as his dick twitched. A salty-sweet rush flooded my mouth. My stomach tensed as I swallowed, taking both the thick fluid and his cock into my throat. His moans got louder and his hands trembled as he gripped my hair. After a moment his grip eased and I pulled my lips from him, gasping and wiping the rogue trail of cum from my face as he smiled at me. James grabbed me and pulled me up into his arms, “My brother's going to hate me,” he whispered. “Your brother's going to be jealous. I never let him cum in my mouth.” James ran his fingertips over my cheek, “Is that all you never let him do?” A smile crossed my lips as I looked into his eyes, “I never let him fuck me without a condom on. Your brother's a bit of a slut.” He turned with me and got me onto my back, his hands ran over my soft pajamas before he undid the buttons on my top, opening it to reveal my breasts to him. My fingers curled beneath his balls and his lips came down on my right nipple. Between his sucking and the way my breast fit in the curve between his thumb and forefinger as he lifted and groped the lower swell, he made me ache for him. James's hands moved down my body and grasped my pajama bottoms, pulling them down my hips. He didn't even get them past my knees before his lips were on me and his tongue curled over my clit. My hips lifted to him and I gasped as he smiled. His fingers pushed into me as his tongue flattened and wriggled against the swollen and sensitive flesh. My hips rolled against his lips and my moans became a little louder before he lifted himself up my body to kiss me again. His mouth was wet with my flavor and I groaned as he pulled away from me. “Can…” “Fuck me, please?” I begged as I grabbed his hips and pulled him to me. He got my pajamas around my ankles before he climbed between my thighs and pushed himself into me. His lips were on mine, muffling my cries of ecstasy as his thick, bare dick pushed into me. The weight of his hands on my hips made me whimper. He pulled my body to him as much as he pushed into me. “James…” I whispered as his thrusts became hurried and his grip on me tightened. His lips muffled me but I couldn't help but moan, “God, fuck me.” His hips bucked into me and my hand slid between us, rubbing my clit as he kissed me and groped my ass. James lifted me to him and his lips moved, biting down hard where my shoulder met my neck. I cried out, my body trembling as my thighs gripped his hips and my pajamas fell off of one foot. My pussy rocked against him, pulling him deeper as my cunt contracted on his dick, squeezing and milking his cock into me as it twitched and he grunted in my ear. We collapsed onto Tommy's bed, James's dick still deep inside me as I stroked the back of his head and he kissed my neck. “Am I still dreaming?” I asked in a breathy gasp. My heart raced and sweat dripped along my body. His sweat or mine, I wasn't sure. James lifted his head, a big smile on his face as he rubbed my ass, “I really hope not because if you're still asleep, I'm in trouble.” His fingers trailed over my cheek as he looked up. I followed his gaze to the mistletoe that was now pinned above my ex-boyfriend's bed. James's lips came down on mine, “I guess,” he said before kissing me again. “We have to,” another kiss further delayed his comment, “uphold tradition ourselves.” My chest rose and fell in rapid succession as I tried to catch my breath. I blocked him from kissing me again, which made his lips shift course until they latched onto my neck. His biting and sucking on my sensitive skin was distracting. “This isn't a relationship,” I said as his hips pressed against mine. His hand slid up my outer thigh as he pulled me a little closer to him. “It will be,” he whispered before his lips connected with the back of my jaw. “No,” I moaned, “it's only rev-revenge,” I groaned as I felt him begin to rub in gentle circles between us, caressing and teasing my clit with his thumb. “It feels so good, though,” he whispered as his hips pushed toward mine again. He wasn't hard, but his lips connected with my neck again and I moaned. “Just…” he bit hard and I winced, “just revenge,” I repeated. “Just revenge,” he said in a softly mocking tone as his lips trailed back to mine. A gentle kiss to my lower lip before he pulled away, looked into my eyes and said, “You feel so fucking good, though, Rin,” made my heart flutter as a few tears streaked from the corner of my eyes. I didn't want this to be anything more than revenge, but he was finding it extremely easy to work me into wanting more with him. He was starting to get hard again and his lips came down on my left nipple as his hips began slow thrusts, “Rin,” he said as he closed his eyes and bucked his hips toward mine, “What else wasn't my brother allowed to do with you?” “He…” I groaned as his hips hit against my thighs hard, “wasn't allowed to…” My hips lifted and met his thrust, making me whimper and tighten my fingers on his shoulders. “Yes? What wasn't he allowed to do that I am?” My head shifted and I looked him in the eye, “Harder,” I choked out. His hips thrust harder against me and I whimpered as my body arched beneath him, “Something tells me you let him fuck you hard, Rin. What wasn't he allowed?” I gasped and lifted my hips. His thrusts were powerful and deep, pushing his brother's bed against the wall with each connection of our hips, “I don't know,” I cried out. James pulled out of me and turned me onto my hands and knees before pushing himself back inside. His dick hit deep and hard and my hand grasped behind his neck as he fucked me, “Was he allowed to have pictures of you, Rin?” I shook my head and he bit down on my shoulder before lifting his lips to my ear, “Am I?” An especially hard thrust made my knees weak as I trembled and a sudden rush of fluid sprayed from me, “Yes,” I moaned, “Fuck yes…” My voice trembled as he held me to him, unloading more cum into me as he sucked on my neck and grasped my body. James pulled me firmly against him, my back tight to his chest. With his arm around my chest and my head leaning back on his shoulder, he took photos of us. Many of his photos had his lips on my cheek or neck and my lips partially open with my eyes closed. He lowered his arm from my breasts and opted to tease my throbbing clit as I shivered, causing his cock to fall from me and a flood of his cum to fall onto his brother's bed and my thighs. He let go of me and I looked over my shoulder at him. The corner of my lip caught in my teeth as I blushed at him, “Not just revenge, right?” he asked. I shook my head. James smiled and got off the bed, fixing his jeans before picking me up. I wrapped my arms behind his neck and lay my head against his shoulder as he cradled me. He leaned down and whispered to me, “You can sleep in my bed, Rin.” “Your mom…” I started, but he rubbed my hip as he pulled the pajamas off my other foot and left them on the soiled bed. “Will understand.” He carried me out of Tommy's bedroom. Tommy was sitting up on the couch down the hall and James grasped me a little tighter, changing direction from the bathroom and moving toward his brother instead. My grip on James tightened as I was completely exposed from the waist down and had no doubt his cum was still leaking from and drying on my body. Tommy lifted his eyes as James carried me over and sat on the couch beside his brother with me still in his arms, “You can't…” Tommy started before James cut him off. “Despite what you complained to me about the other night, she has no trouble orgasming and your sheets need changing if you want to sleep in your bed.” Tommy's cheeks flushed red as he looked away from me and I scowled at him, “You said what?” I asked. “I never said…” Tommy started. “You told me ‘For someone so hot, she's a cold dead fish in the sack.' Was that to kill any interest Rick, Nate or I might muster up after you planned to break up with her? You knew she was going to be stuck here for days after you broke it off. Lonely, with three other guys she could hook up with on a rebound…” “She's my fucking girlfriend and you're my brother. You're not supposed to go after her…” “You broke up with her, right?” he asked Tommy. Tommy scowled but nodded. James smiled, “She's not your girlfriend anymore, then. For years you've given me nothing but hand-me-downs on my birthday. In all that time I never thought I'd genuinely say thank you for one. But thank you, big brother. I don't think there's a brand new expensive present available that will top your hand-me-down this year!” By Erozetta for Literotica

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Nick welcomes food writer and horror fanatic Marnie Shure to the podcast to dive into her latest horror film reviews (including a Jamie Lee Curtis classic!) and discuss the upcoming Mortified event. They also chat about some fun food stories, like McDonald's secret menu Birthday Cakes and the fact that Mickey D's can now repair their own McFlurry machines. Plus, just in time for the holiday, they rank five Thanksgiving-flavored foods! Then, Esmeralda Leon joins Nick to chat about Pluto's 90's Movie Channel, her love of Jonny Lee Miller, the unfortunate sitcoms of Chuck Lorre, and the classic TV trope of "The Interchangeable White Guy." They also taste another delicious snack from Italy! [Ep299]

This week, Aaron and Leyla visit an American classic with the 1939 film, "The Wizard of Oz!" We discuss mystics from Montana, the unconquerable power of practicals, and the fucked-upedness of dyeing horses with jello powder.   Links: The Snow Queen (1957) Madewell X Alpha Industries Jacket Go Back to the Club --- Our theme song is "Obsolete" by Keshco, from the album "Filmmaker's Reference Kit Volume 2." Our other projects: Aaron's TTRPGs Aaron's TTRPG Reviews aavoigt.com

Hear part 1 of our Most Mortified Tournament of Teen Angst finale.  Segment 1: the diary of Chanel Ruth. Segment 2: A conversation with 3 members of the Mortified Chicago team that covers such topics as: creative ways for closeted young lesbians to use the Josie and the Pussycats soundtrack, kids who fear they'll go to hell for watching an Al Pacino movie, and finding out your great grandma has a smutty side.This episode is made with the support of Squarespace. Use this special link to receive a discount just for Mortified fans.

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This week, join Aaron and Leyla in celebrating their birthdays with another Scorpio Season special. Join us for increasingly hot wings, a healthy dose of hubris, and some insight into our own creative projects. --- Our theme song is "Obsolete" by Keshco, from the album "Filmmaker's Reference Kit Volume 2." Our other projects: Aaron's TTRPGs Aaron's TTRPG Reviews aavoigt.com

Get ready for a Halloween episode that will leave you cackling in your coffin! Air Fried & Mortified is hosted by the ghoulish duo Ella Vira and Vincent Fright, who present Graveyard Shift: Twisted Tales for Twisted Minds. Brace yourself for a lineup of hilariously twisted skits, including The Spirit Slammers Paranormal Investigators, where Randy Macho Man Savage leads a team of wrestlers on a ghost hunt that takes a supernatural suplex turn. Don't miss the Alien Abduction Gone Wrong, Zombie Job Interview, and Monster Police Squad. There's even more spooky fun with Bootleggers Training Academy, Monster Family Feud, and the return of the unstoppable Monster Truck! Get your snacks—preferably air-fried—and tune in, if you dare!

You won't believe the nostalgia trip we took this week as Jay and Beck reminisced about the wild world of old-school wrestling! From epic tales of Sergeant Slaughter to the legendary antics of the Honky Tonk Man, we shared some laugh-out-loud memories and hilarious stories such as the infamous "plane ride from hell." Do you love the thrill of the eerie and the unknown? In our "Dark Discussions on Death and Horror," we kick things off with spine-chilling tales about mysterious text messages and creepy occurrences on American highways. We then shift gears to talk about bizarre desert weather phenomena and revisit the infamous "Faces of Death" films that haunted our youth. From questioning their authenticity to reflecting on their psychological impact, this chapter promises a hauntingly reflective journey that intertwines the real and the staged. What's the fastest animal you could ever hope to outrun? Get ready for a thrilling and humorous exploration as we debate the speeds of apex predators like mountain lions and grizzly bears. If that's not wild enough, we also ponder the absurdities of religious rituals, from divine oversight to the quirks of being an altar boy, including some laugh-out-loud moments involving church wafers and wine preferences. Wrap up the episode with a whimsical struggle to decipher old journal entries, proving that sometimes, our greatest challenge is understanding our own handwriting. Don't miss this eclectic mix of laughter, mystery, and candid reflections! Contains : *Adult Language *Adult Situations Thank you for listening, you Maniacs! If you like the podcast tell a friend. Please rate it 5 stars on Apple Podcasts and leave us a review. Follow us : Contact us : ⁠⁠⁠umbrellaholics@gmail.com⁠⁠⁠ Instagram⁠⁠⁠@umbrellaholics⁠⁠⁠ Facebook@⁠⁠⁠https://www.facebook.com/Umbrellaholics-110265711126471⁠⁠⁠ Twitter⁠⁠⁠@HolicsUmbrella⁠⁠⁠ Youtube@⁠⁠⁠https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCguHLT224fCg9iCOasS8pjw⁠⁠⁠ Find us on all the major platforms!

Have you ever laid awake at night, cringing at something your younger self did or said? So why is it that when we hear other peoples' memories from their own awkward phases, we're free of judgment? Dave Nadelberg and Neil Katcher are the co-founders of Mortified — a comedy podcast and live show where people read old diary entries from their childhoods. They're experts in turning embarrassing stories into hilarious, heartwarming ones. David and Neil tell Chris their own quirky/eccentric/teenage anecdotes, and share how you can also learn to find the irony, joy and hilariousness in your own cringe. 

This episode, we continue our Halloween coverage with the 2023 Nic Cage action comedy horror film, "Renfield!" We snort centipedes, contemplate what "good" means for media critics, and Leyla reveals a part of their tragic backstory that could not have been waterboarded out of me. Links- Aaron Lim on "Bittergourding" --- Our theme song is "Obsolete" by Keshco, from the album "Filmmaker's Reference Kit Volume 2." Our other projects: Aaron's TTRPGs Aaron's TTRPG Reviews aavoigt.com

Stories include: At the height of the Carter-Reagan election, a 10-year-old girl, Alex, imagines experiencing a future with a female President. A broken hearted teen, Erica, unleashes her romantic fury by writing her ex a 24-page letter. A girl in the 1970s, Rhonda, wrestles with who she ought to be in pages of her journals after reading a book about being a proper young woman, The Fascinating Girl.This episode is made with the support of Squarespace. Use this special link to receive a discount just for Mortified fans.

Nick welcomes food writer and horror fan Marnie Shure to the podcast to discuss the upcoming "Mortified" event at The Music Box Theatre, the *Halloween* movie franchise, and some food stories, including California's new regulations on food labels, the oddity of McDonald's Chicken Big Mac, the trend of "Fridgescaping," and the latest M&M flavor rankings. Later, Esmeralda Leon teaches Nick about the fabulous Spanish term "tocaya," and they chat about Gene Hackman being grumpy, vampires avoiding humidity, and why people should just leave Gary Oldman and Winona Ryder alone. They also taste test some incredibly tasty buttery pretzels from Korea. [Ep290]

This week, Aaron and Leyla say each others' names three times in a Beetlejuice double feature! Learn us for discussions of the Tim Burton Effect™, bisexual demons, and a lot of praise for the young actresses playing Lydia. --- Our theme song is "Obsolete" by Keshco, from the album "Filmmaker's Reference Kit Volume 2." Our other projects: Aaron's TTRPGs Aaron's TTRPG Reviews aavoigt.com

The Most Mortified tournament has reached the semifinals!  In this head to head clash of titans, the Mortified Chicago chapter battles the Mortified Portland chapter.  Stories include: Inspired by the diary of Anne Frank, a girl sets out to keep an adolescent diary that will be remembered for the ages.The epic tale of a shy kid who works up the gumption to talk to girls.This episode is made with the support of Squarespace. Use this special link to receive a discount just for Mortified fans.

The rebellious, fury-filled journals of a Korean-American boy who was caught in the midst of a culture clash at school and at home.Watch Robert's performance in the The Mortified Guide to Family in The Mortified Guide TV mini-series on Tubi and Freevee(Amazon Prime). The Mortified Podcast is a proud member of Radiotopia from PRX.  This episode is made with the support of Squarespace. Use this special link to receive a discount just for Mortified fans.

Nick welcomes back Marnie Shure to the podcast for a fun chat about food, horror, and being "Mortified." Marnie shares her thoughts on a couple of new horror movies she's seen and discusses some futuristic fast-food drive-thrus that are being built, the introduction of the MINI-McFlurry, and the quirky fact that Shaq is now selling candy gummies shaped like his face. They also taste test a new Reese's item. Later, Esmeralda Leon joins Nick to fulfill a Magic Megaphone request, chat about the Emmys, and discuss the desperate need for an animal-themed awards show. They also share stories about the joy of pissing off a nerd. The episode wraps up with more taste tests from their snack journey through Africa. [Ep280]

The Most Mortified tournament has reached the semifinals!  In this head to head clash of titans, the Mortified Denver chapter battles the Mortified DC/Baltimore chapter.  Stories include: A grade school boy goes to great lengths to win a classroom election.  A catholic school girl ventures into dating with very limited sex education knowledge.A boy determined to land a coveted cabbage patch doll transforms himself into a budding entrepreneur. A liberated teenager moves to a small religious town where her hormones clash with her desire to fit in with her conservative surroundings.This episode is made with the support of Squarespace. Use this special link to receive a discount just for Mortified fans.

Mortified celebrates 20 years with a friendly beer-league-level competition that pits city vs city.  This week, Mortified's Chicago chapter faces off against Mortified NY as well as Mortified Boston in an epic three-way battle for the coveted last spot in the tournament's semifinals.  Stories include: A 2nd grader's misguided essay aimed at making retirees go back to work and pay taxes.  The diaries of a middle schooler crushing on the receptionist from The Office. Oddly religious fan letters to Katherine Hepburn. This episode is supported by Squarespace. For a special discount, check out:  https://www.squarespace.com/mortified.

Two tales of midwestern kids with BIG dreams. Featuring the rap lyrics of a Detroit girl growing up in the 90s; and the journals of a Fargo teenager with dreams of working for Disney World.  You can find Justin Jorgensen's Dapper Day at DapperDay.com or @dapperday on insta/tiktock.Get a 14 day free trial and save 10% off your first purchase of a website or a domain at squarespace.com/mortifiedCREDITS: Podcast produced and hosted by Neil Katcher and David Nadelberg. Stage show created by David Nadelberg. OTHER PROJECTS FROM MORTIFIED MEDIA:// STAGE: We currently have local chapters in 9 US locations. See upcoming events at getmortified.com/live. // TV: Watch our concert film, Mortified Nation, and our 6-part mini series, The Mortified Guide, now on Tubi and other platforms. // KIDS PODCAST: We also made an awesome podcast for kids 9-13 called Ooh You're in Trouble. It's kind of like we made Mortified Jr. Each episode features a true story about a moment when someone broke a rule growing up, and what happened when they did. It's an educational and comedic series that delivers exciting stories while helping kid's define their sense of ethics. // BOOKS: We've also got a guided journal, My Mortified Life, that prompts you to compare your life to your childhood self.  We've also got 2 Mortified anthologies.  // GAME: Check out our confessional card game, I Can't Believe I Did That.  

Mortified celebrates 20 years with a friendly beer-league-level competition that pits city vs city.  This week, Mortified's LA chapter faces off against Mortified's DC/Baltimore chapter.  Stories include: The high school diary of Cynthia, a girl who wrote poems about things like pap smears and fell for guys who weren't exactly into girls. Also, hear the story of Sascha, a girl who uses lists as a way to make sense of a scandalous phase. (May not be appropriate for younger audiences).Love Cynthia Dorsey's story?  You can find her @soulactorcynThis episode is supported by Squarespace. For a special discount, check out:  https://www.squarespace.com/mortified.

Full House star Jodie Sweetin shares the poetry she wrote as a teenager for the first time ever.CREDITS: Podcast produced and hosted by Neil Katcher and David Nadelberg. Stage show created by David Nadelberg. OTHER PROJECTS FROM MORTIFIED MEDIA:// STAGE: We currently have local chapters in 9 US locations. See upcoming events at getmortified.com/live. // TV: Watch our concert film, Mortified Nation, and our 6-part mini series, The Mortified Guide, now on Tubi and other platforms. // KIDS PODCAST: We also made an awesome podcast for kids 9-13 called Ooh You're in Trouble. It's kind of like we made Mortified Jr. Each episode features a true story about a moment when someone broke a rule growing up, and what happened when they did. It's an educational and comedic series that delivers exciting stories while helping kid's define their sense of ethics. // BOOKS: We've also got a guided journal, My Mortified Life, that prompts you to compare your life to your childhood self.  We've also got 2 Mortified anthologies.  // GAME: Check out our confessional card game, I Can't Believe I Did That.  

Today's Masked Speaker knows his fiance would be MORTIFIED if she ever learned about the big mistake she made right after their engagement... it involves an intimate gift and HIS DAD...See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Segments include: A boy, Mat, fears he might become a sidekick. A girl, Keri, struggles with feelings of being overshadowed by a classmate. Finally, a teenager named Cassandra pines to be seen as anything more than a friend. CREDITS: Podcast produced and hosted by Neil Katcher and David Nadelberg. Stage show created by David Nadelberg. OTHER PROJECTS FROM MORTIFIED MEDIA:// STAGE: We currently have local chapters in 9 US locations. See upcoming events at getmortified.com/live. // TV: Watch our concert film, Mortified Nation, and our 6-part mini series, The Mortified Guide, now on Tubi and other platforms. // KIDS PODCAST: We also made an awesome podcast for kids 9-13 called Ooh You're in Trouble. It's kind of like we made Mortified Jr. Each episode features a true story about a moment when someone broke a rule growing up, and what happened when they did. It's an educational and comedic series that delivers exciting stories while helping kid's define their sense of ethics. // BOOKS: We've also got a guided journal, My Mortified Life, that prompts you to compare your life to your childhood self.  We've also got 2 Mortified anthologies.  // GAME: Check out our confessional card game, I Can't Believe I Did That.  

Mortified celebrates 20 years with a friendly beer-league-level competition that pits city vs city.  This week, Mortified's Denver chapter faces off against Mortified's SF/Oakland chapter.  Stories include: The diary of Lori, a rebellious high schooler who joins the cotton judging team. Also, the story of a girl, Katie, who uses a big lie to land her first girlfriend.