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Jim and Them
Haley Joel's Mugshot - #860 Part 2

Jim and Them

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 25, 2025 114:31


Riff Raff: Back from the grave in terrible Cameo form, thanks to Erik, we have words from RIFF RAFF himself! Welcome Dan Tony. Character or Retarded?: One of our favorite games where we try to figure out if someone is in on the joke or not. This time is CHAOBET from TikTok and his new numbers. Haley Joel Osment and Linda Hogan: Haley Joel goes viral with bodycam footage of his arrest and Linda Hogan posts a hysterical video ranting at Hulk Hogan and her daughter. THE BEAR!, FUCK YOU, WATCH THIS!, DAVE BLUNTS!, QUAY QUAY!, LEAN!, NU METAL MIKE!, KATY PERRY!, SPACE!, ASTRONAUT!, CAN'T ALL BE BANGERS!, BAD CALLER!, CAMEO!, RIP!, CELEB FROM THE PAST!, BAD JOB!, RIFF RAFF!, SQUIRT!, LIL DEBBIE!, KREAYSHAWN!, V-NASTY!, KILLING THEM WITH KINDNESS!, MAX ALBERT!, DISASTER!, DEAD!, MUMBLING!, FAN!, BAD AUDIO!, WIND!, MIKE DAN TONY!, JIM DAN TONY!, JEFF DAN TONY!, ERIK DAN TONY!, MULLETS!, BRAIDS!, POPPIN' CULTURE!, THEO VON!, PODCAST!, N-WORD F-WORD RETARD!, TIKTOK!, RETARDS!, IN ON THE JOKE!, NEW MATH!, CHAOBET!, EDGY RETARD!, ENDLESS SERIES OF NAMES!, NEW NUMBERS!, NEW MATH!, DEMENTIA!, HEAVEN ON EARTH!, BIG PHARMA!, AINT!, FLOUR!, FEV!, FUN!, GOING CRAZY!, PEMDAS!, BAM!, ADDERALL!, DAREDEVIL DEB!, OLD LADY!, STUNT WOMAN!, GOOFY!, HALEY JOEL OSMENT!, DRUGS!, SNOWBOARD!, SKI RESORT!, FUCKED UP!, UNIDENTIFIED SUBSTANCE!, KINGDOM HEARTS!, SORRA!, RESISTING!, BEING ATTACKED!, ANTISEMITIC!, LINDA HOGAN!, OLD!, HAGGARD!, CRYING!, TMI!, BROOKE HOGAN!, HULK HOGAN!, JUNKER!, DUMP!, XANAX!, BLACKOUT!, BRUISED!, BOTOX!, NICK HOGAN!, BLIZZ PIZZ!, GAWKER!, BUBBA!, LAWSUIT!, VADER!, SHAWN MICHAELS!, KUWAIT!, INCIDENT!, DARK SIDE OF THE RING!, SOULJA BOY!, COURT!, SEXUAL ASSAULT!, ASSISTANT!  You can find the videos from this episode at our Discord RIGHT HERE!

John Fredericks Radio Network
Episode #1762 Mumbling, bumbling, & Whispering Biden's Farewell

John Fredericks Radio Network

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 16, 2025 47:42


1/16/2025 PODCAST Episodes #1762 - #1763 GUESTS: Col. John Mills, Brandon Weichert, Rep. Victoria Spartz + YOUR CALLS! at 1-888-480-JOHN (5646) and GETTR Live! @jfradioshow #GodzillaOfTruth #TruckingTheTruth Want more of today's show? Episode #1762 Mumbling, Bumbling, & Whispering Biden's Farewell Episode #1763 Save Our Republic Caucus     https://johnfredericksradio.libsyn.com/

John Fredericks Radio Network
Episode #1763 Save Our Republic Caucus

John Fredericks Radio Network

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 16, 2025 41:30


1/16/2025 PODCAST Episodes #1762 - #1763 GUESTS: Col. John Mills, Brandon Weichert, Rep. Victoria Spartz + YOUR CALLS! at 1-888-480-JOHN (5646) and GETTR Live! @jfradioshow #GodzillaOfTruth #TruckingTheTruth Want more of today's show? Episode #1762 Mumbling, Bumbling, & Whispering Biden's Farewell Episode #1763 Save Our Republic Caucus   https://johnfredericksradio.libsyn.com/

Armstrong & Getty Podcast
He's Mumbling Into His Jello

Armstrong & Getty Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 11, 2024 38:20


Hour 2 of A&G features... Biden is still President & our "unflagging" support for Israel Christmas is 2 weeks away! Get your A&G swag today! The Daniel Penny case & the crazed man on the subway Homeless or hard drugs? See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

KSFO Podcast
He's Mumbling Into His Jello

KSFO Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 11, 2024 38:20


Hour 2 of A&G features... Biden is still President & our "unflagging" support for Israel Christmas is 2 weeks away! Get your A&G swag today! The Daniel Penny case & the crazed man on the subway Homeless or hard drugs? See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

ExplicitNovels
Cáel and the Manhattan Amazons: Part 22

ExplicitNovels

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 22, 2024


Living the nightmare; hungering for a normal life. In 25 parts, edited from the works of FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the ► Podcast at Connected.. “If your heart starts the fight, you can lose without regret.”  (Thursday Night) It was well past the descent of Night's veil when the Havenstone jet landed outside of New York City. Naomi and team gathered us up and led us to the main building downtown. An unlooked for conflict developed. Naomi's team was there to present me to Hayden. Rachel's team was still focused on securing my wellbeing and they didn't like the attitude Naomi's squad was giving off. With Buffy (Helena was in a different car), there was no concealing Rachel's hostility toward the latest group of SD ladies. The new group was treating me like a 'package', not a Head of House, and that infuriated my First too. All of that ill-will simmered as we made our way to Havenstone. The situation was compounded by the elevator ride. Naomi, her team, Buffy, Rachel and I went into the first elevator. By the time we made it to the top few floors, it was clear that the rest were not immediately following along. The situation ratcheted up to nasty when Naomi demanded Buffy's firearm. Buffy looked ready to use it. "Buffy; gun," I held out my hand, palm up. Buffy reluctantly handed it over. I walked over to the nearest trash can, dropped out the clip, chambered out the first round then dumped the entirety into the trash receptacle. "If they touched it, the weapon would be fouled and not fit for a true Amazon," I explained to Buffy. "Best to save your noble tool the indignity and dispense with it instead." Buffy snorted with amusement, Naomi's crew pretended not to care while Rachel was deeply disturbed. It took a perfunctory gesture to stop Buffy outside Hayden's office. In I went to face Hayden, Katrina, Saint Marie and Troika of House Šauška alone. Šauška was the 'sister goddess' of Ishara; together they formed Ishtar in later incarnations. I didn't believe Troika was here for any sister solidarity this time around. "Why did you do this? Start a war; is this your hatred of Amazon culture shining through, trying to get us all killed in some global struggle against the other Secret Societies?" Hayden opened up with in an even tone. "No," I kept it succinct. They waited for more of an explanation. "Do you have anything you can say to defend your actions?" Troika glared. "I don't need to defend my actions," I regarded her as if she was of alien origin. "The actions speak for themselves." "Why don't you explain it to us, Ishara?" Saint Marie rumbled. Insulted yet again. As an equal, I warranted the use of my first name. "Do I have your permission to fully and completely lay out my reasoning without everyone closing in like a pack of hyenas on a leopard?" I looked to Hayden; not happy. She gave a curt nod. It wasn't like running away would get me far. "I will speak slowly because all of you appear to have become incredibly stupid," I started. "My parent and carrier of my Amazon ancestor's genetic heritage was murdered. The leader of the Amazon Security Detail identified herself, Then they were fired upon. Somehow you do not see those actions as Casus Belli. [cause for war] There are three possible reasons for your blindness: you are all cowards who bully behind closed doors, but fold up like gutless wonders when a true challenge presents itself. Or, the male penis renders you incapable of intelligent thought and induces irrational and unsustainable hostile deductions in your though processes. Or, you want me and the line of Ishara dead and are willing to accept any accident of fate that will render us so," I laid things out for them. "Or, you were in pain over your father's loss and used Havenstone as a tool to lash out at your perceived foes without concern for what price the other houses would have to pay for your personal vendetta," Hayden suggested. "Your gender bias is appalling, High Priestess  Saint James," I shook my head. "Have I been such an out of control, emotional male that yours is the logical assumption for how events unfolded?" I smirked. "Except for the meeting where I learned your secret; only Katrina caught that. I've risked death three times for Amazons; yet I hate all of you enough to kill those people and myself. Besides,  Saint James, your opinion has been rendered irrelevant." "You will call me Hayden," Hayden simmered. "I will when you and your lackeys get around to calling me Cáel," I countered. "I don't like being insulted any more than you do. I could keep up this childishness forever, but, as I was pointing out, we don't have forever. War is coming. Between my father's murder and my threats to the Condotteiri and Seven Pillars' emissaries, I've guaranteed that. Apologizing won't do any good. They won't believe you. Offering me up won't do any good. They think you hold male life to be worthless; the truth of which I am personally witnessing here and now. They are coming for you no matter what you wish. The best chance for an alliance rests with me. I can establish truly good will with the Nine Clans, Illuminati and the Earth  and  Sky. Without me, they don't trust you enough to do any good. I'm sure only Katrina believes this; I did all that alliance-building for Havenstone. I am House Ishara and the fate of the Amazons is my fate. Yet here I am, being insulted, being treated like a traitor; an infantile traitor at that, and being informed you will not honor your oaths and obligations to me," I shook my head. "Are there any other issues to discuss, or can I go home now? I'm beat." "You will be housed downstairs for your own safety," Hayden informed me. "Unless you arrest me, I'm going home," I shrugged. "Not only do I not want your protection, I have ceased to trust you. You do not treat me like a sister. Instead you accuse me of atrocities against MY people and layer on the petty insults. Goodnight." I made to leave so Saint Marie interposed herself. "That wasn't a request, Ishara," Hayden murmured with menace. "Beat me up," I chuckled, "and you will be more screwed than you know." The Golden Mare and I locked gazes. I tried to move around her so she put a hand on my chest. "Welcome to the consequences of being known liars and bigots, ladies." "I am tiring of your insolence," Saint Marie growled. "Runners'," Katrina sighed with melancholy amusement. "What about them?" Troika mocked. "The majority of the 'Runners' aren't going to see this as the Council punishing Cáel for starting the upcoming conflict," Katrina chided her cohorts. "They are going to see the Full-blooded shutting down the Only House letting them in. Going to war? They are willing to fight and die for our cause. They assume we are too," Katrina regaled her unwilling audience. "Pleased with yourself, Ish; Cáel," Hayden's eyes narrowed. "He has almost nothing to do with it, Sisters," Katrina chortled. "We were the ones who promised to let the 'Runners' join the houses then reneged on that promise. The worst you can say about Cáel was that only after we picked out, loaded and handed him the gun, did he use it for what it was intended for." "We are not punishing him for this 'Runner' insult," Troika spat. She meant my 'hasty' inductions. "Then why are we punishing him; and thank you for making Cáel's point for him; 'Runner' insult indeed. Since your disgraceful attitude is overwhelmingly common, the 'Runners' are not going to believe your excuse for dealing with Cáel." "Katrina," Hayden cautioned. "Hayden, as your 'First Bearer of the Sun Spear through the Halls of Night and Death', I am required to give you this news," Katrina bowed her head in reverence. "I tell you Cáel's actions have been a lightning rod for the 'Runners'. He gives them hope where there was none. Putting Cáel down will have repercussions you do not understand. They will then 'Know' for a certainty we look down on them and treat them little better than slaves; which is the truth," Katrina responded to the others. "Not only are we going to war, we are successfully convincing half our population that they Cannot trust the Council to spend their lives wisely." "How dare you?" Saint Marie seethed at me. "Are you seriously blaming me for keeping the oaths the rest of you made in my name; while Ishara was dead to the Council?" I laughed. "The 'Runners' are your idea, Saint Marie, not mine. You promised to bring them into the Houses ; and didn't. You lied and I chose to not perpetuate that lie, thus honoring my ancestors, my founder and my Goddess." "Do I need to remind you who Ishara is? The Goddess of Oaths; particularly military oaths," I added. "In case you missed it, I am implying that you have failed your ancestors;” and I went flying. Damn, Saint Marie was fast. I rolled as best as I could, ending bumping into Hayden's desk. No one said a word which I found tragically consistent. My follow-up pain wasn't 'Mare' induced. Spiritual flames consumed me internal organs, causing me to cry out in torment and vomit copious amounts of something. I was cradled inside a horror film as first my esophagus, then stomach and finally my intestines seemed to flush forth from my lips. The stench was beyond horrid; putrid and corrupt combined with the atrocious odor of bloated flesh left to rot in the Sun for weeks. Considering the minimal amount I had eaten on the flight home, I was even more baffled by what felt like 100 liter quantity of discharge. When the ordeal eventually ended, I half-rose then flopped backwards into darkness. I hurt. I hurt in the same way you have 'pins and needles', except mine were industrial capacity and giving it 110%. My head was resting at a slight incline and someone was flipping a lock of my bangs on and off my forehead. I opened my eyes into infinity; seriously worse agony consumed my brain pan. "That is too much for you to know, Cáel," she murmured. Those eyes had been feminine, just not in a human way and definitely filled with more joy and suffering than could be granted by a thousand lifetimes. The pain faded, so I tried the whole eye thing again. At the top of the lap that cradled my head was a really nice pair of boobs clothed in thin wool; lush, mature, yet firm like a young virgin's. "Thank you," she lilted. Mind-reading? "Do I want to know what has happened to me?" I groaned. I reached for a boob because if it was a toxin-induced delusion, what was the worst that can happen? "Careful, I haven't been with a male in 1800 years, my Preciously Odd Amazon," she laughed. "I like challenges," I bantered with my mental conjuration. Definitely mind-reading. "I am not the creation of your fevered dreams, my Cáel," she flicked my nose. "I have pushed you near death to place a curse on the Host. As a side benefit, I am able to have metaphysical contact with you." "To date you, I have to have a near-death experience? I don't know if I should admire 1800 years of male common sense, or that last guy who risked everything for one night with you," I shrugged. "So much compassion; and so little fear," she petted my scalp. "Since you clearly aren't getting into the name game and I am more than happy to doubt everything I've experienced in the past five minutes," I smiled at her, "what am I supposed to do?" "You know," she smiled back. "No, I don't," I insisted. "Something extra-concise that doesn't come from a fortune cookie." "I've always wanted to eat a fortune cookie," she looked away. "I'll start walking around with one in my pocket so next time you nearly kill me, you can indulge," I offered. "Save my people, Cáel," she placed her hand over my eyes. "Save their spirits." "A bit of help would be nice," I pressed forward blindly. "I've given you help," she whispered on my lips. Since I didn't consider that to be helpful, I opted to give a gentle twist to her nipple. Either something was really going on inside my head, acting as a conduit between me and something else, or I was experiencing a psychotic break with reality. If it was the former, I was a Class-A idiot. If it was the latter, it was me being me, rolling the dice with the pretty girl. "I wanted you to be brave," she laughed melodically, the echo of every woman I'd ever given a reason to sing out with joy, "yet now I find myself wishing you would expend a tiny bit more caution on my behalf." Sensing my dissatisfaction, she added "I cannot give you 'the' truth, so I will give you 'a' truth. Nothing is set in the future while much is foreseen." "As long as you know I've disappointed every women I've ever been with," I reminded her, my eyes still shielded and her lips tantalizingly close to mine. "Oh, you like to think you are selfish, Cáel Nyilas of Vranus and Ishara, but you justifiably take pride in the sensuality you bring to so many women's lives," she pointed out. "Many lovers are far more truthful yet far less giving," she said. "Pain heals while an education is forever," I countered. Another joyous note. "It is time for you to wake up, my Cáel," she sighed. "Go now." Wakefulness required a return to the putrid qualities of my current surroundings. I forced myself to my knees. No one did anything; no reaction, or assistance, so it fell to me to save myself. "What; what was that?" Troika nearly retched at the stench. Katrina stood, visibly pale and shaken. "Hayden?" Katrina requested of her leader. "Cáel, what have you done?" Hayden snapped. She also stood up so she could look down at me from her desk. I mumbled something. Even I wasn't sure what I was trying to say. The last touch of a lady far chillier than the one in Chicago caressed me and I knew the gist of what had happened. Why was I the one suffering at the hands of my Goddess? I was the easiest to get at because I was already devoted to her, her chosen children and I was Patron and Head of the house dedicated to her honor. The forecasted ass-kicking wasn't aimed at me, though. I was the necromantic shotgun barrel into this reality. Too many bitches had spat on me, her hand-picked patsy and punching bag, and her temper was beyond sending some vague signs and portents to the Host. I didn't know the particulars of this curse, yet I didn't doubt for a second it was both fiendishly evil and well-deserved. My jacket, shirt and tie were goners. The lower part of my tie which had been thoroughly drenched in my vomit was already decaying into filth, soon passing into nothingness. I tried speaking again. "Having exhibited no faith in me, you have committed apostasy to Ishara," issued the words from my acid-scared throat. "You are condemned to live with that choice. Good night." I fumbled and stumbled to Hayden's door, weakly opened one of the two double doors and left. The confrontation I had departed outside remained in force; Naomi and detail versus Rachel and Buffy. Helena, and a former 'Runner' named Madori who worked at Havenstone HQ with us, had not been sent up. "I am going home," I rasped. With no orders to keep me there, Naomi let me pass. Rachel and Buffy closed in. "Boss, you smell like;” Buffy searched for words. "A red tide," Rachel said. "All those dead fish floating on the water for days and days; it is that level of horrible smell." "Rachel," I stated as we got on the elevator, "thank you for the loyalty, intelligence and understanding you have given me in this trying time." "I am a member of the Host, Ishara. I would do no less for Hayden herself; but you are welcome," she sighed. "How about we postpone our date night until I've cleared up a few things with the Council and Ishara?" I suggested. Rachel nodded. I briefly talked to Helena over the phone, went with Buffy to the basement where she checked out a car then sat back as she drove me home. I must have looked like a disaster because Buffy didn't give me an ounce of grief. Home was home now. There was a house with my name on it now, but it wasn't my hearth; this mid-town, 'just above the poverty line' apartment was definitely home now. I would suspect that business travel was like a clothes dryer; you mystically pulled out less clothes than you put in. I was coming back with twice the amount of luggage I had departed with Odette would be home in an hour, so it was me and Timothy for a bit. "Hey Bro," Timothy greeted me. He set down one of those fanciful Asian vegetable mish-mashes that he liked from time to time, stood up and gave me a hug. "How bad was it?" "Let's just say I finished it up this evening by vomiting all over the Big Boss's rug, and that was the highlight of the trip," I mumbled. "That would explain your bare-chested look," Timothy snorted. I had been so out of it, I had spaced on the need to put on clothes like a normal human being. "Something to eat?" "Nah, my insides were spewed forth, so I'm foregoing food for a while," I mumbled. That reminded me. I went to the bathroom and gargled repeatedly with mouthwash. I could still smell the aromatic abomination, but at least I couldn't taste it anymore. "Do we want to go down the lists of women who have called you?" Timothy was trying to cheer me up. I wanted to be cheered up so I told him to go right ahead. Brooke and Libra; an immediate call back with the briefest of details; no weekend date for Brooke and I yet. Jason, the bar-back I had met chasing down Katy Lee, had called. I dialed his number and we had a short chat. He and his buddies were coming along well, I was invited back any time, and the Latin Kings had gotten the message because they hadn't been around since. I requested he and his friends keep their eyes open just in case and I'd be around for another pick-up game soon enough. Since most of those LK's were dead and the remainder scattered, I wasn't worried about Jason. Nikita; I called and she 'agreed' to come over. I was too fatigued to fight her off. Ulyssa called and I had to inform her that this weekend didn't look good for me; funeral and all. I initiated contact with Nicole. She was still wrapping up some of my business in Chicago and would be gone until Saturday morning. Timothy crashed for the evening, I was nibbling on some of his fodder and the doorbell rang. A check at the peephole revealed Nikita. She came in, hugged and I could sense something was definitely wrong. We were back to first date material. We hadn't been separated long enough; crap. I gave us space on the sofa. "That was incredibly fast," I groaned. "What tipped them off?" "What do you mean?" Nikita tried to scoot down the sofa to me. I held her off with one hand. "I am hardly one to uphold honesty in a relationship, but I normally consider it a selfish endeavor and not done for the benefit of a third, unrelated party," I sadly met her eyes. "Cáel, what do you?" Nikita stammered. "You are not a very good liar," I pointed out. "You are wearing a wire of some kind?" "Have you done something wrong?" Nikita evaded. "My loss," I moped. "All I wanted was the semblance of a normal life and now that's gone down the tubes." "Nikita, what do you want to drink?" I restarted the whole fiasco. Drinks were served and we kept to our separate ends of the sofa talking about mindless shit until Odette showed up. Then I could politely show Nikita the door and be with someone who did care about me. We made slow, passionate love. I gave her orgasms and giggles with the added benefit I felt more human when we finally fell asleep. (Friday) The morning started out with the same routine. I pulled up various routes for my bike ride into work, chose none of them and off I went in the pre-dawn dark blue/grey sky. I came within 20 seconds of my best time, so I was feeling pretty positive about what lay ahead. Security was a full 180 from their normally sour selves. "Good morning, Cáel Ishara," the security team (not Security Detail) leader greeted me. That was part 'thanks for letting my sister 'Runners' into a house' and 'maybe pick me next time.' "Good morning, Wilma Draper," I nodded back. I went to the counter and leaned in. I needed to fortify my supportive base and I knew how to do it. "You do realize I don't choose who joins House Ishara, don't you?" I addressed her softly yet loud enough for the two closest security women to hear. "You do not?" the woman appeared perplexed. "No," I shook my head in the negative. At that moment she wondered if this was a trick of the Council. Good girl. "The senior Amazons of House Ishara chose the next candidates. I make the ritual appeal to Ishara, of course. Selection remains in the hands of former 'Runners' who nominate the 'Runners' who have proven themselves. I was inspired to initiate Buffy and Helena because I had enough faith in them to believe they knew Havenstone and what House Ishara needed. The Amazons in the second ritual were all Buffy and Helena's choices. I think those two and the latest group Ishara has approved of, will make the perfect judges for picking future 'Runners' of accomplishment and worth; not only for House Ishara, but for the new Amazons who have risked everything for our People," I piled on the propaganda. She nodded. The two closest security guards nodded as well. Off I went to the gun range. With less than a minute worth of words, I had reinforced my perfection. I wasn't a male. I was a male with a passel of hardcore, praiseworthy Amazons working around me, insulating me from committing any errors and making all the important decisions while I behaved like a bobble-headed doll. The range was back to 'normal' except I could smell the chemicals this time out. Whatever concrete and surface coating substances they had used to repair my grenade-inspired damage left my nose with a terrible itch. I had a gun selection today. I had no instructor yet was hopeful. I packed up my 40 caliber, my back-up 3 80, the combat shotgun and my Personal Defense weapon then headed out. I patiently waited behind one of the stations, soaking up the view of medium gray yoga pants worn by a woman who presented a meticulously crafted, awesome bubble-butt to the world. After she finished off one magazine, the Amazons looked over her shoulder at me. Horn-dog time. The woman smiled as she motioned me forward. We put my weapons on the stand and prepared for school. "I am Wiesława of House Živa," she smirked playfully. By the Almighty, she had a thick Polish accent, rich lips, russet hair and 'come hither' eyes. I was prepping for some early 'nookie' time. "Hello, I am Ash Ketchum and I have an unhealthy relationship with free-roaming, anthropomorphic creatures," I replied as we clasped forearms Amazon-style. As Wiesława was trying to puzzle that out, an Amazon from an adjoining booth came over and punched me in the arm. I couldn't even recall this one's name though I knew that face and physique. "Stop that, Cáel," the woman chastised me. "She's new here." "I thought he was bringing me more weapons to use. Was this male being insolent?" Wiesława tried to put things in their proper place. "Should he be disciplined?" At least she wasn't taking me being beaten as her Goddess-given right. "No, Wiesława. This is Cáel Ishara, Head of House Ishara, he brought those weapons for His use and most likely came to your station looking for instruction," the unnamed Amazon stated. "Does this mean we are passed that whole 'grenade launcher' thing?" I inquired of the women. "We are not sure. For now we have decided to not pre-judge you since you remain consistently combative no matter what. Constanza is recovering," she tacked on. "Good," I grinned. "How soon can she return to duty? I imagine she makes a lousy patient." Pause. The 'Constanza' bit had been a test. I had a feeling that my emotional tendency to spare lives and show mercy was getting around. It wasn't the Amazon way, though it did mean Constanza would remain alive for a while longer when it was generally accepted she should not. "She will have to retrain her vision. Her doctors are hopeful," the woman responded. "That is for the best. I do hope there are no ill intentions toward Pamela," I warned her. "Such a vengeance would be personal and I would feel no obligation to treat those criminals as I would my fellow Amazons; are we clear?" "It has been made expressly clear that this issue is at an end," she bowed slightly. "Let us commit this to the 'nothingness'," was my suggestion. The two Amazons twitched. That was a phrase straight out of their cultural playbook. Both nodded, the familiar Amazon left and I turned back to Wiesława. "Do you still want a go at training me?" I asked the Pole. "Yes; yes, I would like that," she gave me a bright, toothy white smile. "I find you interesting." Off I went again. Wiesława was diligent and definitely 'hands-on'. Twenty minutes into the training one of my familiar SD firing partners showed up. "Don't let him take his clothes off," Felicité teased me. Her Congolese French contrasted erotically with Wiesława's Polish. "His clothes come off?" Wiesława seemed puzzled. "How is that accomplished?" "A deeply scientific, psychological process," Felicité teased my latest friend/fish in the barrel. "Cáel, take off your clothes," she commanded me. I gave her a haughty, condescending glare. "Please." My biking shirt came off first then my biking slippers and finally the shorts. "Your turn," I regarded Wiesława. She shot a look to Felicité. Her sports bra was millimeters from exposing her goodies when my Congolese tormentor stepped in. "You don't have to take off your clothes for him," she intervened. "But I like seeing you ladies naked," I protested. Felicité patted my package. "We like seeing you naked too. Now put on your pants before a hot shell casing creates yet another incident," Felicité teased me again. A great chasm of misunderstanding had been bridged since Friday. The grenade-launcher was part of it, yet I think Rachel and Velma were far more constructive than I could have been. Velma had seen me in crisis mode. I hadn't panicked. I had seen to my partner (though she was an inconsequential female) and been cool throughout the process in Katrina's office as Velma and her four team members had overheard. Rachel, Charlotte, Mona and Tiger Lily had probably given a different story; less professional and more human. That must have worked in my favor. A stone-cold bad-ass would have been more worrisome; a challenge. No, I had been shaken, irrational, brave and grieving. I had fought an assassin of the Nine Clans and not lost (thus not an embarrassment to a culture I didn't really belong to; until that moment). I had insulted the Condotteiri and the Seven Pillars, who were universally hated. I had been nice to the Earth  and  Sky and Illuminati, who they didn't like much, but could be handy if a war did break out. I had been 'friendly' to the Egyptians and Nine Clans, who the Amazon rank and file did approve of. The SD had no doubts; they were looking at a war. Unlike their leadership, the Security Detail was anticipating this, even anxious for the test. Fighting is what they spent their whole lives training for. Thirty years had passed since the last major clash between Havenstone and the others. For the youngest, this was the ultimate chance to prove their training had been perfect. For the oldest members of the SD, this was the culmination of a lifetime's devotion. 'Take themselves to the cliffs'? Not now. Now came the chance to make every burn, bullet hole, stab wound and piece of shrapnel worth it. Their Host lavished care and resources on the Security Detail; their Warrior Elite; and they were about to reward that glorification with a fervor only female's with 3000 years of martial tradition could match. Like me? Allowable yet not required. Respect me? Constanza was their lesson on respect. Obedience? No. Rachel had most assuredly related my contact with the 'Runners' and Buffy, so they could hit me like they could no other Head of Household; as long as it was 'appropriate'. Since they were not forced to give me full equality, they could stomach my 'almost' equality. Think of it as being able to punch your manager at work in the arm whenever you thought they were doing something stupid. Imagine how much worker morale would benefit. By stepping up and taking a punch, or two, I bought myself and House Ishara much more respect than a snippy insistence on etiquette would have ever done. Bringing 'Runners' into a First House? The SD wasn't jumping for joy. Here, the SD's sense of superiority worked in Ishara's favor. What did it matter to them that a few 'Runners' had been exalted to Full-blooded status? SD was the best of the best. That they were the best of the 'best available until now' hadn't occurred to them yet. All that circled back to Felicité playing with me, no one taking exception to me making a play for Wiesława and the return of the firing range to an educational platform for me. As I had told Oneida, 'defeat starts in the mind'. Along with that came 'Victory starts with a plan', and 'seize the moment'. I was aiming for seizing victory in the flesh. I bent over to put my pants back on. Since Felicité was departing for jobs-unknown, I ran the pants, and my hand, along Wiesława's inner right thigh. By the look in her eyes when I was finished, she didn't mind in the slightest. At the end of my allotted time period, my marksmanship had improved and Wiesława was mine for the taking. What bothered me was that it felt too easy somehow. Weird huh; that 'easy' would bother me. "You don't hang around men much?" I questioned the Pole as the weapons were being put away. "No," she sighed. "The last male in my hold died eight years ago. That is one reason I was re-assigned here," she informed me. "What department are you with?" I asked as we waited on the elevator. "Security Detail," she answered. "Fantastic," I murmured. "Elsa is a great boss. The two of us get along great." "Really? That is good news," Wiesława sounded upbeat. "How close are you?" Hint, hint. "Like the Cobra and the Mongoose," I grinned. Into the elevator we went. "I'll let you figure out which is which." "You are the Cobra," she patted my thinly covered cock. Yay! No personal boundaries. Less I forget I was still on the list of approved prey animals the door opened on the first floor and Brielle, her buddy, and Oneida stepped onboard. I had no clue where Wiesława was supposed to go. I guessed she was along for the ride. "Good morning, Cáel," Brielle greeted me before licking my left nipple. Wiesława was confused; could she have been licking me, and getting licked by me, half an hour ago? "What are you doing?" Oneida squawked. "Yum; someone has been to the gun range this morning," Brielle smiled at me. "Oh, and; sorry about your paternal person," she hastily added. "They are called Fathers," I sighed. To defuse Oneida, I slipped a hand to the small over her back then wiggled three fingers between the top of her skirt and panties. It was 'dangerous' enough to give her pause before going after the other women. "It is good to see your new, exalted status hasn't gone to your head, Cáel Ishara," Brielle looked very naughty. "Sisters first, last and always," I responded. "I'm not going to take credit for my ancestors being kick ass." "They must have been very courageous women," Wiesława stated. I snorted. "Wiesława, my Ishara lineage goes down the male side of the family, so those lethal ancestors were all male," I chided her. "When the Dacian-Thracians moved into the region, they joined with those tribes fighting the Celts. Later, they joined with the Dacian kings and fought against the Romans. Germans, Avars, Bulgars and finally the Magyars came their way; my ancestors impressed them all enough to be accepted. I know this because my Father's name was Nyilas, which means Archer in the Magyar tongue. We were fighters under the Arpad dynasty the same way we had gone to war with our Amazon War leaders thousands of years earlier. I also know this because of my bloodline; if the female folk had been raped, the bloodline would have perished," I explained. "Where exactly was your family from?" Wiesława inquired. "My grandfather said we Nyilas' were from Székelys Lands in Northern Romania," I replied. "My great-grandfather grew up under the Romanian King, hated it and died fighting as a Hungarian soldier against the Soviets in World War II," I continued. "That is why my great-grandmother took her children and came to America. They had lost their homeland in her opinion. Dad said she was bitter until the day she died," I sighed over my forerunners intransience. "She even wanted to be buried at her home town of Szászrégen," I let them know. "That never happened." The elevator door opened, I waved good-bye to friends new and old then raced to Katrina's bathroom. Katrina was at her desk, working away. "Cáel," Katrina acknowledged my passage with a wave of her hand. "Hayden and I have been examining a list of possible; " "That boat has sailed, Katrina," I cut her off. "I'll take care of my business without Hayden's help, thank you very much. I know you tried to warn her. I should have known there was no use dealing with the Council in any way, shape, or form. There isn't." I paused. "Tell your allies that there will be many in House Ishara and Warrior-Fathers too." "Aren't you worried in the least?" Katrina requested. "We both know that some of these bitches want to face their end like the lead characters in a Wagnerian opera. All we can do is remind them they are traitors to their Race, not patriots to some modern day concoction of a cult of gender blood purity," I stated, "as we work to save our people." "Those 'Old Guard' broads have forgotten what an Amazon is supposed to be," I explained. "And a man is going to show us the way?" Katrina studied me with emotionless intent. "Yes," I muttered. "A man who prefers love over hate and counts his worth by the lives he saves, not the one's he takes." "Do you ever fear this 'softness' will weaken your masculinity?" Katrina mused. That hurt; not because of her words, which could be true for any man. It hurt because the bastion against such thinking had just died. "My only fear is that I won't live up to my father's example," I responded. "Not only as a man and a father in my time, but as a human being," I delved into the wounded portion of my soul. "He never went to college, served in the military, or even got into a fight until that last minute of his life. He covered for co-workers with family issues, never failed to answer a call out to work in inclement weather, and did all that normal boring shit few here even understand. He let me be weak and let me be strong. His greatest lesson was that no matter where my life led, I had to take responsibility for it. The strong ask for help. The weak ask for someone to do the task for them. Love is not a word. Love is the star you chart your life by. The worst weakness is letting fear stop you from pursuing what you want. That is what I have to measure up to," I finished. In the interim, several of the new hires showed up and were observing the spiel. "I would think he would be happy if you measured up to what you wanted out of life," Katrina said. "I aim to do both," I grinned. I went to the bathroom and quickly changed into my work attire. The meeting started on time with the additional of a gnat-bite; Dora was two minutes late. At the time, nothing seemed out of sorts to me. It was a day on the job with Rosette. Around 3:30 pm, Pamela stopped our knife training (her with her wand and me with my weighted, wooden blade). She went to the corner of the room, ran her finger along the central point and drew back a finger with dust on it. She raised the finger so I could clearly see it. "It's dust?" I shrugged. "Normally they do a much better job," Pamela noted and back to training we went. The nightmare became real with one phrase in common usage: 'I'll get to it when I can', one Runner told Desiree when Desiree gave her a task. One of the most fascinating things in my book about Havenstone was that it hummed along like a well-oiled, organic machine. Tasks were completed, back-ups were always on call, and promptness wasn't a virtue; I was the absolutely expected. "What did you say?" Desiree asked for confirmation. "I said I'll get right on it," the woman sighed. I caught the look in Desiree's eyes. Something was wrong, but she couldn't put a name to it. Oaths and obligations; the lubricant for patently lethal Amazon society. Those words tossed out without too much consideration were now fraying around the edges. This wasn't the Plague, boils, lesions, leprosy, rickets, or the Home Loan bubble bursting. Those you could fight. How did you counter the devaluation of someone's word? Ishara's curse was crawling toward a very bad end unless I did something, but what? Personal respect would remain. Hierarchy? Amazons would begin to question why they were prioritizing their lives around someone they didn't know, or knew and didn't like. We weren't at that final destination, yet it was coming, and best of all, every woman in the company had a weapon, or quick access to one. A phone call grabbed me before I went in for the 'end of day' meeting. It was Brooke. "Christopher Cáel-umbos," I murmured. "Economy Class Oriental tours. How may I help you?" Laughter; and more than Brooke's. "Libra and I were getting ready to head out to the Hamptons and wanted to give you one last chance to come along," Brooke pleaded. An impressive dicking indeed. Thousands of reasons not to go; safety, responsibility, risk for other; "Sure, I'd love to come along. Can you pick me up at Havenstone at 6:10 pm? We'll make a quick run to my place to pick up some stuff and then head out, unless that's too late?" I offered. "See you then, Cáel," Brooke purred. "See you," Libra called out as well. It was a loathsome indicator of how out of control my life was ;  that me, a working class kid, was going on a romp with two rich, high society girls to some mansion for a weekend of hedonistic fun; because that was more 'normal' than my week had been. I entered the meeting, took my teasing and made for the gym. This hour was devoted to a hardcore workout and nothing but. Rapid repetitions, quick shifts, rolling through the muscle groups. Even a few of the dedicated lifters gave me appreciative looks. I didn't have the time today. I hit the showers and made the doors before I hit a snag. Security held me up yet again. They seemed nervous, so I asked and got a bottled water and made some jokes. These ladies were going to be my allies, damn it, before I was done. Troika caught up with me a minute later. She extended a handful of round, brownish-yellow balls in a necklace. Each ball had a symbol inscribed on it. "We received this and a message this morning," she snapped. "We have decided to reject it." "It is horse-hoof," Pamela whispered in my ear. The gears went spinning. There was one person I knew who would send me keratin scrimshaw jewelry. Those nasty bitches were piling on the stupid. I looked it over; it was old, maybe going as far back as Timur aka Tamerlane to the English-speaking world. The 'cord' was made of hair; probably horse tail hair. I had no reciprocal gift to offer; absolutely nothing this valuable. But wait, I did! Somewhere there was a Havenstone bureau, department, or office that hung on to the artifacts ALL the Houses had accumulated over the passage of years. Some of that shit was mine; Ishara's. Our house had expired before the colonies became states. That still equated to a long period of pack-ratting. I'd put a minion on it right away! I'd pray that they didn't have plans for the weekend; later. "It arrived this morning and you are only giving it to me now?" I grumbled. "That message was meant for me, not for any of the rest of you. Where is the rest of it? Oh, and you're on the list." "It was consumed in its examination," Troika blatantly lied. "You have a visual copy," Pamela sounded bored. "Give it to him." "I do not carry such things around on a handheld device," Troika parried. "Ah; that's theft," Pamela gave a slender grin. "Just so we are clear." "If Cáel Ishara wished to put forth such an accusation to Hayden, I will be prepared to defend my actions," Troika gave a hostile glare right back. "That won't be necessary," I snorted. "I'm good. Pamela, I'm out for the weekend. Have fun." I turned and walked away. "Count the days, Troika," Pamela menaced. "I'm not afraid," she countered. "I don't care, but in 21 days, Cáel's ban on internal conflict will be at an end. Like me, he will not go to a corrupted Hayden for justice. We will be exacting it in our own way and in our own time. That you should worry about," Pamela gave a tilt of the head, a feral grin and joined me in departing. In Hittite, she said;  "A matron, 21 Runners and one archaic mistake," Troika joked. In Hittite, she said; "But how many more 'Runners' can he recruit between now and then?" one of Troika's bodyguards worried. "More than enough to raise your daughters after you are all gone and forgotten," Pamela shouted over her shoulder. (Starting Friday Evening in the Wrong Damn Place) Waiting outside for me were two beauties and a small car. I hefted my bike, detached the front wheel for easier storage and climbed into the Lilliputian backseat. "Sorry," Libra in the passenger seat sounded embarrassed. "I'm not sure Brooke and I thought this through. Do you have a seat belt?" She was referring to the rear-mounted cup holder I was sitting in. "This is not rated for human occupation," I grinned back. What that really meant was there were three conflicting emotions pulling events along. Wanting me to fuck them; the easy one. Loyalty to your social/sorority sister; the relationship under stress. Me being a 'suitable' human being; the one that they were both stumbling toward which made the second emotional force such a problem. Had I solely been a fuck toy for either one, the other could have gracefully exited the field (with the occasional sharing). I was far from 'husband' material yet I was closing in on being the 'crossing a crowded club to greet me' kind of guy; already passed the 'not embarrassed to introduce me to their friends' phase. "You can sit in my lap," Brooke offered. With her driving and our height differential; we'd be lucky to be pulled by the PD before we wrecked. "How about you drive, I sit in Libra's seat and she sits in my lap?" I offered. "That's no fun," Brooke shot me a pout. "It sounds like fun for me," Libra giggled. "Now Libra remember, for the seat belt to be effective, you will have to sit facing me;” I sighed. "Facing you?" she winked. "Yes; facing me naked," I assured her. "Hey!" Brooke protested. "How come she gets to be naked in your lap?" "Otherwise me being naked would be pretty pointless," I explained. "Libra," Brooke demanded, "you get to drive." Petty arguments and playful exchanges followed. I left a message for Timothy and Odette, letting them know I was heading out to some address on the far end of Long Island. I even shot myself in the foot with the Nerf gun and told Timothy so he'd feel better. Brooke and Libra were dressed similarly. Red and khaki almost 'short-shorts', white/yellow bikini tops under white wife-beaters covered with a denim shirt (sleeves rolled up) and white cargo short-sleeved shirt, tennis socks and canvas shoes. In a way, I was a victim of my own success. Both ladies wanted to fuck me bad, but their desire to prove to me I was more than a fuck toy meant I didn't get sex at my place. If you are a girl, that will make much more sense. The car ride out was an issue. If I drove, Brooke and Libra promised to put on a Sapphic display for the ages. If Libra drove, I promised to publically molest Brooke at every stop. The reverse went for Brooke driving. The solution was that the girls would take turns driving and I would be a truly diligent cunnilinguist, with a strong background as an anatomically astute Braille harpsichord player. Our destination turned out to be the hamlet of Sagaponack, aka the most expensive place to live in the United States. Why was I doing this to myself? For starters, Brooke thought our host, Brennan Sulkanen, lived in one of those $50+ million homes; funny, I thought those were called estates. The girls laughed when I told them that. My utter lack of forethought, underutilized intelligence gathering capabilities, and even not acting my age were coming back to chew a huge hunk off my heine now. Brennan was a fraternity brother of Trent; warning indicator #1. Brennan didn't actually do anything, but his father was loaded; situation getting worse. Brennan was the youngest of the three sons from the first marriage with three other children from two other marriages waiting in the wings. A quick search revealed that the third and current Mrs. Sulkanen, was very elegant for a thirty-two year old lady. His current Mom being the same age as his oldest brother could be an issue. I was living proof how good parenting could help build up a child. Improper parenting; could do the opposite. Nothing was guaranteed though. "So, why are we going to Brennan's?" I hazarded to inquire as we cruised down Highway 27 through East Patchogue. In the back of my mind, I realized I was due south of scenic Doebridge and their frisky policewomen/Stasi law enforcers. "Oh, we met in college when I came up for one of Trent's; that loser; frat functions," she told us. "He was very drunk and tried to hit on me," the tale continued. "How and where did he 'hit' on you?" I prodded. "He stumbled into the Ladies' room, knocked my drink over and tried to give me his, but I was insulted by his inebriated pawing and left," Brooke said. Lone drunk men DO stumble into Ladies' rooms; usually to vomit. Frat brothers hit on each other's girls; men are pigs. Greeks are pigs with tie pins and secret handshakes. Drunk people do not demolish another person's drink then offer up their own. The spilling of alcohol is a drink-worthy event which you can't do if you have given your drink away. Man math: Brennan stalked Brooke, ambushed her in the bathroom and tried to roofie her with his drink because our host was a dirt bag and a total ass-bandit. How had I failed to do some basic 4 1 1 on this bastard? Oh yeah, brought an extinct First House to life, multiple threats to my well-being, treated like crap by most of my co-workers and then my father was murdered. "I repeat; why are we going to this guy's house?" I asked. "He's been persistent ever since Trent bailed and he sounds so worried about me," she answered. "Oh, I don't want you to think I'm using you as Brennan-deterrent, Cáel," she added. "I wanted to get out of the city and be with you; and Libra." I was more than Brennan-deterrent alright. I was a 'Highway Closed Indefinitely' sign for his edification. This was okay with Brooke (and me) because of all the sex we were going to have. "Thanks," Libra teased her pal. My dilemma was that despite all the positive emotions wafting my way, I wasn't one of 'them' yet. I couldn't simply say 'this dude is a scumbag. Let's go somewhere else.' This was going to take some tact and pretty much annihilated my hopes for a weekend to unwind. I had to play nice and at the first opportunity pull our host aside and politely inform him that I was going to floss his teeth with his still functioning intestines if any of us partook of something we hadn't asked for, ended up in some spot we hadn't wanted to go to, and/or doing something we didn't want to do. My diplomatic approach was from some movie that was way before CGI. It was ('you' meaning 'me': 'I want you to be nice; until it is time; to not be nice.') I was going to give Brennan's survival instincts the benefit of the doubt. I felt certain he wasn't enchanted with the idea of personal pain and I was going to let him know there wasn't a bank account deep enough to protect him from my wrath. If there was ever any doubt; I'm an idiot. We pulled up to the gate right before eight. Yes; one of those nice wrought-iron, automatic opening double gates. Brooke answered the security screen and in we went. Two people, definitely staff, met us as we parked. There was six cars present already, all variations of the high-performance, turbo-charged, 'Daddy/Mommy don't love me so they gave me this deathtrap instead' ideal. Cargo space? Fuel efficiency? Excessive safety features? Not a concern for this crowd. There was a momentary bout of confusion as the male staffer came for my baggage. I thanked him. He looked at me funny. Brooke insisted the female staffer give directions to where her/Libra's luggage was going so I did the same with the guy. My stuff was not only not heading to Brooke's room, I was being banished to another branch of this sprawling villa. "Take my stuff to their room," I directed the man. "Sir, a different room has been set aside for the gentleman," he insisted. "Oh; okay," I nodded. I took my bags from him, much to his surprise, and followed the 'maid'. Brooke and Libra laughed at my obstinacy and tagged along. Our introduction to the 'pack' was delayed and, by his look, Brennan wasn't happy with my detour. I wasn't happy either, but for a different reason. "Brooke; Libra, right? Cecil?" he clearly was disrespecting me straight out of the gates. Brooke and Libra said 'hi'. I was a little less diplomatic and I was staring down the barrels of a serious crimp in my main battle plan. There were two dissipated young ladies, three men of the same caliber and two guys I identified hangers-on. Most likely rich; just not rich enough to be treated as equals by the majority. Then there was this one girl who was certainly the unsuspecting party favor. You can learn all kinds of thing about the darker side of male-female relationships at Spring Break if you pay attention. The vacation can be wonderful, but seeing fuck-head bottom-feeders getting girls wasted for the eternal glory of Girls Gone Wild and the ability to stick their prick into someplace it doesn't belong, and they haven't earned the right to be in, truly sucks. For the moment, I had to look past her. The focus of my anxiety was a couple, both African-American and from a different mold than everyone else there. I knew the guy because he was somewhat famous. "Hey Bitch," I replied in an off-handed manner. "What?" Brennan hammed up his confusion. The 'Home Alone' gasp. What had he done wrong? "What?" I responded. "Did you just call me a 'bitch'?" he clarified. "No," I lied. "I didn't even know you were talking to me. Hi, I'm Cáel Nyilas. Who are you again?" "I think you called me a bitch," Brennan watched his whole weekend plan to dispose of me coming gift wrapped here in the opening round. He looked to the 'famous' guy. I am an idiot. "Well, with your family money, I'm sure you can hire top notch Otolaryngologist to handle that hearing problem of yours," I grinned. "Orlando, what do you think Kibble here said?" Brennan indicated the guy. "Orlando Keyes," I smiled. "Man, you are one mean son of a bitch. That fighter from Ecuador; missed his name; you broke his left cheek with one hit during that MMA bout in New Orleans last Thanksgiving. The only thing almost as impressive was that guy managed to stand up afterwards." No, I wasn't buttering this guy up. There was no point. I only knew about him because the whole 'martial ardor' doesn't have to be yours to get some tail. Girls who like watching physical combat; MMA, Kick-boxing, Boxing, and the NHL (WWE if they are somewhat gullible); will jump on your bones at the completion of that match. "I think this cunt called you his bitch," Orlando came my way. I gently pushed Brooke and Libra aside to give me space. "You are mistaken," I kept smiling at Orlando. "I was calling that lady over there," I pointed at the lady he had been talking to, "my bitch for tonight. The acoustics in this place must suck." Outdoor pool; the Atlantic Ocean crashing less than 100 meters away; this place rocked. "You are going to die," Brennan laughed at me. Keyes kept coming. "Right, or left?" I asked him in a pleasant tone. He glared yet hesitated. "What does it matter?" Orlando studied me. He had stopped being a hired thug and returned to being a modern day gladiator. "I'm packing so I wanted to know which knee you can live without," I stated. "He's got a gun?" one of the other males mumbled. "Gun?" Orlando's eyes narrowed. "Knife," I corrected. At this point, everyone but Orlando and I felt better. In that snippet, Orlando and I exchanged a vital piece of information; I was going to hurt him. No matter what he did, I was going to put a knife into him. How did he know? I had warned him and I laughed at Death. I wasn't bluffing and Orlando made his life's work piercing his opponent's deceptions. "That's my fiancé," Orlando grumbled. I extended my hand. "I apologize then," I said as he shook my hand. "That was rude of me and uncalled for. Not only is she one of the classiest ladies here, she was hanging out with you, a man not known for accepting anything short of the perfect match. Besides," I whispered, "we both know who I was truly talking about." Orlando wasn't happy with me, or forgiven me. What he did accept was that I'd given him an out. I had backed down and apologized. Brennan was frowning. Orlando and I didn't care; we were both fighters and we'd both ponied up on the promise of pain. If there was to be a conflict, he wasn't going to do it for Brennan. He was going to do it because he always wanted to know how tough the other guy really was. Names floated around. The only people that mattered to me were Anima and Casper. Anima was Brennan's 'girlfriend' which I translated as a debauchery enabler. She was under the delusion that life was boring and pointless, so she should punish the world for her ennui. Her life's cup had been emptied at twenty-three? Bitch, I worked with real women who couldn't even consider such nonsense. Casper; Casper was going to be a problem. For starters, Anima had taken Casper under her wing; was going to show Casper the 'ropes'. Casper proudly proclaimed that. Casper was also not as rich as the 'in crowd' and not a hanger-on; she was the weekend's amusement, or would have been if Brooke hadn't shown up. And, of course, she couldn't see the danger, she was so eager to be with the super-rich. After the name game came the initial party shuffle. Who was aiming for whose bedroom tonight and how would they get what they wanted. Brennan sent two backup boys cruising for Libra while he angled in for Brooke. Anima and Casper were supposed to keep me busy. Libra promptly showed she'd thumbed through my Book of Social Fugliness. "I only date real men," she shredded the 'second-stringers' to pieces. The blast socially staggered them. "If you have to think about it, boys, you are not a man. Don't strain yourself trying to be something you can't even comprehend. Now one of you go get me a drink while I think about what Cáel and I are going to do to Brooke tonight." In social parlance, that was shooting someone with both barrels of a shotgun then using the stock to tenderize the remains. That was one flank secure. Next, Casper and Anima. Anima had the feeling I didn't like her; good for her. "Would you really have cut Orlando?" Casper asked me softly while she ran a fingernail over my right forearm. "Casper, to begin with, call him Mr. Keyes. There will come a time when you can freely use his first name, but you ain't there yet," I cautioned her. "To answer your question: yes, I would have sliced down and across, cutting his right hamstring." Keyes heard me, as I had intended. "Brennan says you are a co-worker of Trent," Anima cooed. "Kind of," I shrugged. "Trent is a big-shot with the Far East Unit while I remain in Personnel in the city (Manhattan)." They both looked disappointed then Casper handed me a plum. She wasn't stupid, just willfully blind. "Where did you learn to use a knife then?" Casper tried to 'salvage' me. She was doing herself a favor by trying to make me look better to the rest; doing me a favor. Nice. "I'm with the Records Redaction Unit of Havenstone's Executive Services," I lied. Blink. "That doesn't make any sense," Casper's brow furrowed. "You delete records?" "No Casper," I returned her arm rub, "someone creates a list with names on it. I am part of the team that reduces the number of those names on that list to zero." Blink. "You fire people?" she remained uncertain. She had to believe I was playing with her, which I was. "No," I shook my head. "That implies extra paperwork. We take a more ergonomic approach. No termination rigmarole; no traceable termination at all." "That sounds vaguely like you murder people," Anima murmured. "Murder is a crime. Converting all the data of a given person into one, misplaced file is a way of circumventing the whole 'exit interview/providing references for other jobs/pension' process." If you believed that this nation, nay, the whole world, was run by soulless corporate monsters that made scary sense. "What do you do with the people?" Anime was showing the tiniest bit of enthusiasm for this conversation. "What people? People have names," I smiled. "Bodies with no records are normally handled as John and Jane Does and are buried in Potter's Field, or used at medical schools." "Do you enjoy sex with multiple partners?" Anima smiled; veering the conversation off in a different dir

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ExplicitNovels
Cáel and the Manhattan Amazons: Part 8

ExplicitNovels

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 8, 2024


Cáel's tombstone: For the love of women, women put him here.In 25 parts, edited from the works of FinalStand.Listen and subscribe to the ► Podcast at Connected..

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Midlife Pilot Podcast
EP101 - Information Whiskey: ATC Mumbling, Mountains & Mediocrity

Midlife Pilot Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 5, 2024 57:27


Ben, Brian, and Ted share stories and adventures from their recent non-event gathering in West Virginia, including Ben's memorable "seven-mile base" skywriting approach with a fuel leak, Brian's encounters at unique mountain airports, and various flying experiences in challenging terrain. The hosts discuss their stops at small airports like Logan County (6L4) where they discovered classic cars and met fascinating local aviation enthusiasts. Ted provides audio clips of memorable radio exchanges from the trip. Hear your listener feedback about getting back into flying after breaks, chair flying techniques used by the Blue Angels, and the growing international reach of their aviation community. The hosts also tease plans for a future spring meetup while reflecting on how their impromptu airport visits often lead to the most memorable experiences in aviation. Mentioned on the show: * pepperoni rolls from Country Club Bakery: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pepperoni_roll * Woody's Hot Dogs: https://wvhotdogblog.blogspot.com/2019/07/fairmont-hdj-review-woodys.html * Bunyan's BBQ, Muscle Shoals: https://www.bunyansbarbeque.com/ * 4G7, Fairmont WV, great airport (with difficulty) to learn at: https://www.airnav.com/airport/4G7 * SJS, Big Sandy, Prestonburg, Kentucky: https://www.airnav.com/airport/SJS * 6L4, Logan County Airport, WV: https://www.airnav.com/airport/6L4 * C130 assault landing strips near 6L4: https://bit.ly/3Cf6CX5 * Luke's Landing, epic segment on on hot dogs: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wYPGV1egrdk

The Jeff Ward Show
Feel sorry for “Mumbling” Mike.

The Jeff Ward Show

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 29, 2024 9:15


M. McCarthy is left with a mess.   To advertise on our podcast, please reach out to sales@advertisecast.com or visit https://www.advertisecast.com/TheJeffWardShow

The Jeff Ward Show
No reason to fire Mumbling Mike, yet.

The Jeff Ward Show

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 14, 2024 16:11


Why Dallas is circling the drain.   To advertise on our podcast, please reach out to sales@advertisecast.com or visit https://www.advertisecast.com/TheJeffWardShow

WorkLife with Adam Grant
John Legend on the creative process and "mumbling" his way to a hit

WorkLife with Adam Grant

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 27, 2024 35:23


Before John Legend was coaching The Voice and winning Emmys, Grammys, Oscars and Tonys, he was a twenty-something consultant living in Boston. In this episode, John sits down with Adam to share how he hustled from the boardroom to the studio and crafted the creative career that led him to the top of the entertainment industry. John also talks about how he maintains creative vision at the core of his business, and why family and advocacy work are vital to his artistic mission.Available transcripts for ReThinking can be found at go.ted.com/RWAGscripts

Taken for Granted
John Legend on the creative process and "mumbling" his way to a hit

Taken for Granted

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 27, 2024 35:23


Before John Legend was coaching The Voice and winning Emmys, Grammys, Oscars and Tonys, he was a twenty-something consultant living in Boston. In this episode, John sits down with Adam to share how he hustled from the boardroom to the studio and crafted the creative career that led him to the top of the entertainment industry. John also talks about how he maintains creative vision at the core of his business, and why family and advocacy work are vital to his artistic mission.Available transcripts for ReThinking can be found at go.ted.com/RWAGscripts

The Jeff Ward Show
Dak is better off out of Dallas. / Embarrassing news for “Mumbling” Mike.

The Jeff Ward Show

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 29, 2024 21:11


Why Dak would leave/stay in Dallas./ Cowboys head coach is shamed by a new ranking.    To advertise on our podcast, please reach out to sales@advertisecast.com or visit https://www.advertisecast.com/TheJeffWardShow

The Ricochet Audio Network Superfeed
What's Bugging Me: Biden’s Implosion Sponsored by CNN

The Ricochet Audio Network Superfeed

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 28, 2024


Mumbling, incoherent and confused… but enough about our debate experience. Let’s talk about the mess in Atlanta at the earliest Presidential Debate on record. It was President v President and the media was not happy with Joe Biden’s performance. We cover the other news of the week and touch on a new development in the […]

What's Bugging Me
Biden's Implosion Sponsored by CNN

What's Bugging Me

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 28, 2024 35:37


Mumbling, incoherent and confused... but enough about our debate experience. Let's talk about the mess in Atlanta at the earliest Presidential Debate on record. It was President v President and the media was not happy with Joe Biden's performance.We cover the other news of the week and touch on a new development in the MMTLP saga.

The Charlie James Show Podcast
Hour 1 | Mumbling, Bumbling Biden; Fact Checking Biden; Politicians Stealing People's Mail; Where's This Dark Money Coming From? | 06-17-24 | The Charlie James Show

The Charlie James Show Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 17, 2024 32:21


“Mumbling, Bumbling Biden” “Fact Checking Biden” “Politicians Stealing People's Mail” “Where's This Dark Money Coming From?”

The Charlie James Show Podcast
Left, Right, And In-between | FULL SHOW | 06-17-24 | The Charlie James Show

The Charlie James Show Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 17, 2024 127:47


Hour 1 “Mumbling, Bumbling Biden” “Fact Checking Biden” “Politicians Stealing People's Mail” “Where's This Dark Money Coming From” Hour 2 “Spying On People, How Is This Legal?” “Why Both Parties Like Illegals” “Republican On Republican Violence” “Money And Politics” Hour 3 “Biden Is Losing The Black Vote” “Making Sense Of These Local Elections” “Blame It On The Bump Stocks” “Why Your Vote Matters” Hour 4 “Where Your Money Goes” “Liberty Under Siege” “A Disgusting Display Of Veteran Home Neglect” “What's Going On In District 3”

Mock and Daisy's Common Sense Cast
Hunter Biden Is GUILTY, Joe Biden Is Mumbling Again, And Diversity Is Kind Of A Big Problem

Mock and Daisy's Common Sense Cast

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 12, 2024 70:50


Today the Chicks chat about Hunter's verdict, BIden's latest mumbles, and why diversity is not our strength.Sign up for Zach's special “Inflation” Webinar June 27th at https://knowyourriskradio.com. Eliminate odors with EdenPURE. Use code CHICKS3 to save $200 on the Thunderstorm Air Purifier 3 pack at https://edenpuredeals.comShow Dad the love with the Father's Day gift packages starting at just $89 with code CHICKS at https://omahasteaks.comSupport your eyes with Eye Health from Healthycell. Visit https://healthycell.com/chicks and use promo code CHICKS for 20% off your first order.

The Ricochet Audio Network Superfeed
Chicks on the Right: Daily Dish: Hunter Biden Is GUILTY, Joe Biden Is Mumbling Again, & Diversity Is Kind Of A Big Problem

The Ricochet Audio Network Superfeed

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 12, 2024


Today the Chicks chat about Hunter’s verdict, Biden’s latest mumbles, and why diversity is not our strength.

Let's Talk About It with Will Johnson
BIDEN MUMBLING HIS WAY TROUGH ANOTHER SPEECH

Let's Talk About It with Will Johnson

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 27, 2024 13:51


BIDEN MUMBLING HIS WAY TROUGH ANOTHER SPEECH

The Tim Jones and Chris Arps Show
H2: Joe Biden is now mumbling through cue cards 04-26-24

The Tim Jones and Chris Arps Show

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 26, 2024 41:09


THE TIM JONES AND CHRIS ARPS SHOW  0:00 SEG 1 Free Kia security updates in St. Louis this weekend | Joe Biden is now mumbling and bumbling through cue cards Today's Speaker's Stump Speech is brought to you by https://www.hansenstree.com/ and is about a letter from Brenda Talent of the Show Me Institute regarding the budget  18:02 SEG 2 AARON HEDLUND, Chief Economist at The Show Me Institute and former Chief Domestic Economist and Senior Advisor at the White House Council of Economic Advisors, talks about the weaker-than-expected GDP numbers | Inflation data and what it means for next week's Federal Reserve meeting  https://aaronhedlund.com/  https://twitter.com/aaron_hedlund 34:37 SEG 3 Why won't Biden Admin provide RFK Jr. security? | Kamala and the secret service | Joey recommends the 8 episode Amazon Prime show 'Fallout'   FOLLOW TIM - https://twitter.com/SpeakerTimJones    FOLLOW CHRIS - https://twitter.com/chris_arps    24/7 LIVESTREAM - http://bit.ly/newstalkstlstream    RUMBLE - https://rumble.com/NewsTalkSTL   See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

NewsTalk STL
H2: Joe Biden is now mumbling through cue cards 04-26-24

NewsTalk STL

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 26, 2024 41:09


THE TIM JONES AND CHRIS ARPS SHOW  0:00 SEG 1 Free Kia security updates in St. Louis this weekend | Joe Biden is now mumbling and bumbling through cue cards Today's Speaker's Stump Speech is brought to you by https://www.hansenstree.com/ and is about a letter from Brenda Talent of the Show Me Institute regarding the budget  18:02 SEG 2 AARON HEDLUND, Chief Economist at The Show Me Institute and former Chief Domestic Economist and Senior Advisor at the White House Council of Economic Advisors, talks about the weaker-than-expected GDP numbers | Inflation data and what it means for next week's Federal Reserve meeting  https://aaronhedlund.com/  https://twitter.com/aaron_hedlund 34:37 SEG 3 Why won't Biden Admin provide RFK Jr. security? | Kamala and the secret service | Joey recommends the 8 episode Amazon Prime show 'Fallout'   FOLLOW TIM - https://twitter.com/SpeakerTimJones    FOLLOW CHRIS - https://twitter.com/chris_arps    24/7 LIVESTREAM - http://bit.ly/newstalkstlstream    RUMBLE - https://rumble.com/NewsTalkSTL   See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The Rollercoaster Podcast
Viral Mumbling TikToker Inspiring People's Dream | Easton Simpson

The Rollercoaster Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 16, 2024 56:51


Easton Simpson, better known as the "Mumble Kid," a lively Utah native making big waves in the world of social media! With his talent for creating entertaining content, Easton has won over audiences with his clever pranks series, and his side-splitting antics of mumbling to strangers in public places. As one of Utah's most rapidly rising influencers, Easton's rise to fame shows no signs of slowing down; with each new achievement, he shines even brighter in the spotlight, leaving his mark on the digital landscape.On this episode of the Rollercoaster Podcast Easton and Tyler dive in the journey of life or the pursuit of crafting compelling content, consistency is the key that unlocks the door to success. The sole path to achieving your goals is by faithfully showing up every single day, unfailingly committed to your craft. It's not just about talent or occasional bursts of inspiration; it's about the relentless dedication to putting in the work, day in and day out. Whether it's honing your skills, building your brand, or simply staying true to your vision, the only reliable strategy is to show up consistently, ready to pour your heart and soul into what you do. This steadfast commitment is the cornerstone upon which greatness is built, ensuring that each step forward brings you closer to the pinnacle of achievement. So, embrace the power of consistency, for it is the only way to truly thrive, both in life and in the realm of content creation.In Easton's captivating journey of content creation, each day is a meticulous blend of inspiration, filming, editing, distribution, and securing lucrative brand deals. It begins with the fertile ground of creativity, where ideas are nurtured and shaped with passion and vision. As director, Easton meticulously captures moments, breathing life into his vision through shooting. With expert precision, he crafts each frame during the editing process, weaving together a narrative that captivates and inspires. Upon distribution, his creations find their audience, sparking connection and resonance. Finally, through strategic partnerships, Easton's talent is recognized and rewarded with lucrative brand deals, marking the culmination of his dedication and artistic vision.In Easton's story, he talks about how doing the "75 Hard" challenge changed his life a lot. He shares how this tough challenge made him much stronger and helped him grow as a person. Through his videos and posts, Easton shows us that the real meaning of life isn't just about achieving big goals, but it's also about learning about ourselves and bouncing back from tough times. He encourages others to see challenges as chances to become better versions of themselves. By sharing his journey and the lessons he's learned, Easton wants to help others discover their own purpose and potential in life.-Where to find Easton Simpson:Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/es.imps/?hl=enTikTSirva SoundbitesExplores the latest trends and topics on global talent mobility and the future of work.Listen on: Apple Podcasts Spotify-Where to find Tyler Hall: LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/tylerchall/ Newsletter: https://www.linkedin.com/newsletters/the-tyler-hall-archives-7018241874482122753/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/sirTHALL Work with Tyler: https://www.tylerchristianhall.com/

Stinchfield with Grant Stinchfield
Joe Biden is Back Off his Meds Mumbling and Bumbling Through his Leftist Talking Points

Stinchfield with Grant Stinchfield

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 11, 2024 26:16


"Illegal" vs. "Undocumented." The idea that we shouldn't call people who are here illegally "illegals" is absurd. Especially those accused of murder and other crimes. Joe Biden proves once again he is a pawn to the radical left. We also have proof he is off whatever meds he took to get through his State of the Union Address. Plus the Ozempic weight loss drug craze continues. The problem isn't the drug, it's that Americans have lost self respect. 42% of America is overweight. That is driving the health care crisis. And, Robert De Niro pushing bogus conspiracy theories about President Trump.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In The Arena with Benny Johnson
Biden Mumbling, Stumbling Right NOW At The State of the Union as ENTIRE Nation CRINGES | 3/7/24

In The Arena with Benny Johnson

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 7, 2024 180:22


Benny Johnson covers Biden's State of the Union address.

Fruitless
[Preview] Mumbling Safdies (feat. Dylan Weaver)

Fruitless

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 29, 2024 12:31


THIS IS A PREVIEW. IF YOU WANT TO LISTEN TO THE FULL EPISODE, CHECK OUT FRUITLESS ON PATREON HERE: https://www.patreon.com/user?u=11922141EPISODE ON PATREON: https://www.patreon.com/posts/mumbling-safdies-99383330Dylan Weaver (@DJWeaver29, WODFAMCHOCPOD) joins me in a final defense of Mumblecore (I promise I'll drop this subject next month) by discussing the Safdie brothers' first two films, The Pleasure of Being Robbed (2008) and Daddy Longlegs (2009). Also just some broader discussions about Mumblecore.Follow today's guest on Letterboxd @djweaver29 or Twitter @djweaver29Music by SHADE08

ArmaniTalks Podcast
Is Mumbling The Norm?

ArmaniTalks Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 25, 2024 4:22


Dudes Talking Freedom
DTF116 Freedom Freestyle: Trump Keeps Winning, Haley Keeps Losing, Texas Keeps Standing Strong, Alex Soros Keeps Mumbling

Dudes Talking Freedom

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 25, 2024 58:49


MAGA shows up hard at the polls for Trump in Iowa and New Hampshire. Nikki Haley is basically just hanging around for cash at this point, but one of her biggest donors just bailed. Will she primary Trump? Or will she back out at the behest of...just about everyone? Kari Lake is bribed by the GOP in Arizona to get her "on the team." Are people ever going to wake up the the massive widespread levels of corruption worldwide? God Bless Texas and the rest of the states backing their stand at the border. This is shaping up to be a good 'ol fashioned Mexican standoff. What will Bidan do? Is civil war on the horizon? Alex Soros sounds like Biden...and his dad, George, who may or may not have had a stroke during his remarks at the World Economic Forum in Davos.Follow us on Social Media! Like/Subscribe/Share!MerchandiseSponsor: Warriors for Freedom[INTRO/OUTRO]“Stomp It Away” by Silent Partner is licensed under CC-BY-NC 2.5“Ever Felt pt 2” by Otis McDonald is licensed under CC-BY-NC 2.5

The Lowdown from Nick Cohen
Ep 26: The Post Office scandal & the curse of British managerialism with economist Chris Dillow

The Lowdown from Nick Cohen

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 21, 2024 32:32


Nick Cohen gets The Lowdown from Chris Dillow, the economist, and author of the Stumbling and Mumbling blog.Chris -  @CJFDillow - is a keen commentator on  British managerialism - the curse of incompetence and privileged entitlement that led to the Post Office scandal and blights much of modern Britain today.Chris explains how modern Britain seems to reject competent management - opting instead for psychopaths and incompetents - often a combination of the two - who practise "managerialism" rather than efficient management that prioritises the good over bad.All too often, today's hirers prize over-confidence - preferably relayed with private school tones - over quietly stated and competent management.  The result is a UK - beset by management scandals - where nothing seems to work. Support the showListen to The Lowdown from Nick Cohen for in-depth analysis of the issues and events that shape our lives and futures. From Ukraine to Brexit, from Trump to the Tories - we hope to keep you informed - and sane! @NickCohen4

Shot & A Beer Show
Season 2 Episode 4: Betty Smithsonian HATES BLUEBERRY BAGELS

Shot & A Beer Show

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 17, 2023 39:36


Maniac invites in comedian Betty Smithsonian to the program. The two DIEHARD Birds fans talk a little football, Bagels and a lot of other rationale topics. Mumbling incoherently until the end of the episode, the two truly share a love and admiration for one another. This is one you dont want to miss.

The Dana Show with Dana Loesch
Absurd Truth: Mumbling & Word Salads & Video Games

The Dana Show with Dana Loesch

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 10, 2023 25:56


Another day...another montage of mumbling & word salads from the two most powerful people in the country. Also, Dana is upset that Kane doesn't play video games with her. Plus, Dana hides her phone in a secret Faraday bag after her content from YouTube got taken down.Please visit our great sponsors:After Deathhttps://angle.com/danaSee a never-before-seen glimpse into what the next life could entail in After Death in theaters now. Rated PG-13Black Rifle Coffeehttps://blackriflecoffee.com/danaChange the lives of Veterans and their families with the Boot Campaign with every purchase of the Ready-to-Drink Coffee!Headrest Safehttps://theheadrestsafe.comUse code DANA for an exclusive $50 off. Hillsdalehttps://danaforhillsdale.comHillsdale College: Developing Minds. Improving Hearts. KelTechttps://KelTecWeapons.comSign up for the KelTec Insider and be the first to know the latest KelTec news. Patriot Mobilehttps://patriotmobile.com/danaGet FREE activation with the offer code DANA. Wise Food Storagehttps://preparewithdana.comSave $50 on your 4-Week Survival Food Kit plus free shipping when you order today!

The Rush Limbaugh Show
LIVE: Joe Biden in Maui: A Stumbling, Mumbling Disaster (Aug 22, 2023)

The Rush Limbaugh Show

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 23, 2023 74:15 Transcription Available


Sean discusses today's trending news, including: Biden brings another disaster to Maui. Himself Ukraine–the slow march to WW3 continues Lockdowns and Mask Mandates are making a comeback!   Follow Sean on Instagram - @officalseanparnell Follow Sean on Twitter - @SeanParnellUSA Get your Battleground apparel at www.officialseanparnell.com   Thank you to our show sponsors: https://deepwellservices.com/ https://cabotguns.com/Follow Clay & Buck on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/c/clayandbuckSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Sean Parnell Battleground Podcast
LIVE: Joe Biden in Maui: A Stumbling, Mumbling Disaster (Aug 22, 2023)

Sean Parnell Battleground Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 23, 2023 74:09


Sean discusses today's trending news, including: Biden brings another disaster to Maui. Himself Ukraine–the slow march to WW3 continues Lockdowns and Mask Mandates are making a comeback!   Follow Sean on Instagram - @officalseanparnell Follow Sean on Twitter - @SeanParnellUSA Get your Battleground apparel at www.officialseanparnell.com   Thank you to our show sponsors: https://deepwellservices.com/ https://cabotguns.com/

Dungeons and Dragons Podcast: Fumbling 4 and the All Mighty Crit
The Mumbling 4 & The All Mighty Chat Season 2

Dungeons and Dragons Podcast: Fumbling 4 and the All Mighty Crit

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 18, 2023 47:12


Our fumblers and all mighty crit talk season 2.  Welcome To Dungeons and Dragons, Fumbling 4 & The All Mighty Crit style! Join us in our live play D&D 5E exploration of the Homebrew world of Altaris. So many amazing stories to share. Come Chat with us and keep up to date on all our content at Twitter: @4_Crit Facebook: Fumbling 4 and the All Mighty Crit Discord: https://discord.gg/c3bAuPJCv4 Email: Allmightycrit@Gmail.com For all our how to homebrew advice go to Youtube: Fumbling 4 and the All Mighty Crit. Patreon: Become a Patron! National Suicide Prevention Hotline- 1-800-273-8255 ***Get yourself 10% off their awesome products*** Promo Code: ALLMIGHTYC10 Fan Roll Dice: https://fanrolldice.com **Check Out This Site And Save Yourself 10% Off Your Purchase Of Switch Accessories** NYXI Joy-Pad Pro Controller For Nintendo Switch (nyxigaming.com) Promo Code: LOZLORE Check Out Our Merch: https://www.fumbling4store.com/ Please Rate us, Share, And Enjoy! All sound effects and BGM were created and belong to the respective parties below: Sonniss.com Monument Studios Check them out at: https://www.monumentstudios.net/ Tune Pocket: https://tunepocket.com Joseph McDade- Wasteland, Mirrors, Winters Mist,and Backplate https://www.patreon.com/josephmcdade/posts Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

The Get More Smarter Podcast
Mumbling and Bumbling in Colorado (feat. Christy Powell)

The Get More Smarter Podcast

Play Episode Play 34 sec Highlight Listen Later Aug 14, 2023 59:18


This week on the Get More Smarter Podcast, the State Republican Party met to vote on ending its participation in Colorado's open primary…but that failed and they're spending big money on a lawsuit about it anyway. Lauren Boebert gets called out, again, for taking credit for things she actually opposed; she's also very confused about the meaning of sarcasm. Aurora Mayor Mike Coffman may have pantsed himself ahead of his re-election effort this November, and Republicans around the country keep burning their hands on the same hot stove, over and over again.

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Soothing Soundzzz
Dark Cafe Tavern W/Old Coffee Grinder & People Mumbling

Soothing Soundzzz

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 13, 2023 60:00


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FUMC Bentonville Podcast
May 28th, 2023 -”Playlist - Folk Music: A Mumbling of Tongues” - Dr. Ray Wheeler

FUMC Bentonville Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 6, 2023 21:08


Pure Opelka
Joe makes it official... he's a mumbling, lying dolt - Plus Miranda Devine on Hunter's hideout

Pure Opelka

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 26, 2023 38:35


No shock...Joe Biden is running even though 70% of the people do not want him there. To mark his campaign video, Joe creates a new and easily verified lie. The press Secretary can't explain ANYTHING. Miranda Devine layouts out why Hunter is in hiding. Jim Stovall is back to inspire ua

Soothing Soundzzz
Metro Ride w/ Earbuds & People Mumbling All Around You

Soothing Soundzzz

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 22, 2023 60:34


Metro Ride w/ Earbuds & People Mumbling All Around You _____ Please subscribe for *DAILY* videos: https://bit.ly/31YtQPc Link to video: https://youtu.be/k60mFwS5rgw ========= BEST 4 EARBUDS FOR LISTENING EXPERIENCE: ➤ Most affordable but still high-quality sound, noise-canceling Bluetooth earbuds - https://bit.ly/3AQohjH ➤ Premium 180Hr Playtime Bluetooth earbuds w/ overall best sound & quality construction - https://bit.ly/3KJIFqW ➤ Affordable in-ear style Bluetooth earbuds w/ great sound - https://bit.ly/3BbAalk ➤ Affordable over-ear style exercise Bluetooth earbuds w/ great sound - https://bit.ly/3CWrwc2 _________________ SOOTHING SOUNDzzz ON SOCAL MEDIA: TikTok https://www.tiktok.com/@soothingsounds000?lang=en Instagram https://www.instagram.com/soothingsoundzzz/ Facebook https://www.facebook.com/Soothing-Soundzzz-271614694688828/ Spotify (Podcast) https://open.spotify.com/show/6vHMEcA5DQdriv4SBNePwe ______________________ ABOUT: This channel is dedicated to making soothing audio, nature sounds, and relaxing ambiance to help people sleep better, fight insomnia, reduce stress, relieve anxiety, focus, study, read, ASMR, meditate, and more. #sleepmeditation #cozyambience #fallasleepfast #relaxingambience #relaxingsounds #soothingsoundzzz #metroride #trainsounds

Advisory Opinions
A Mumbling Indictment

Advisory Opinions

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 5, 2023 70:52


Sarah and David are back for a Wednesday (!) episode to give the people what they want: a review of Trump's indictment. The verdict? Not great. Also: A Twitter user convicted over trolling Hillary Clinton supporters SCOTUS back-scratching? The Justices are taking their time Justice Ketanji Brown Jackson's praiseworthy approach to equity Show Notes: -What You Need to Know About the Trump Charges -Social Media Influencer Douglass Mackey Convicted of Election Interference in 2016 Presidential Race Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

HiddenTracks
HiddenTrack #139 SPACESHIPS (Nathaniel FitzGerald)

HiddenTracks

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 23, 2023 69:34


On this week's we show we welcome Nat FitzGerald from the South Bend, Indiana-based post-gaze outfit SPACESHIPS. SPACESHIPS is set to release their fourth full-length album, Ruins, on March 24 via Friend Club Records. Recorded by lead vocalist/guitarist Nat FitzGerald with the other members individually throughout 2021 and 2022, Ruins is a collection of songs born out of the social polarization of the pandemic, protests, and political upheaval of 2020 and the fractured relationships with those standing on the other side of where the dividing lines were drawn. Join Nat and as we look upon "Shared Graves" while "Mumbling" pleasantries in our "Chatroom!"SPACESHIPS -  "Ruins"      OUT  TOMORROW !!!!!!Thanks for listening!!! Please Follow us on Instagram @hiddentracks99

Sleep and Relax ASMR
Head Massage, Ear Attention, Mumbling Whispers

Sleep and Relax ASMR

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 25, 2023 33:22


Head Massage, Ear Attention, Mumbling Whispers for over 30 minutes. Enjoy! --- Tip / Buy us a coffee! buymeacoff.ee/sI5ZB4N --- SHOW PARTNERS My sponsor, Betterhelp: https://Betterhelp.com/Relax 10% off exclusive offer to Sleep and Relax ASMR listeners. BetterHelp is the largest online counseling platform worldwide. They offer convenient, discreet, and affordable access to a licensed therapist. Available worldwide Jupiter Organic CBD Get 10% off your order of Jupiter CBD by visiting GetJupiter.com and using code ASMR at checkout https://www.getjupiter.com/sleepandrelaxasmr --- DOWNLOAD: Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/sleep-and-relax-asmr/id1133320064 Anchor: https://anchor.fm/sleepandrelaxasmr Radio Public: https://radiopublic.com/sleep-and-relax-asmr-6pAPm8 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/4VvI482AIUgKZGfOWqjuyw Stitcher: http://www.stitcher.com/podcast/sleep-and-relax-asmr Castbox: https://castbox.fm/channel/id356618 TuneIn Radio: http://tunein.com/radio/Sleep-and-Relax-ASMR-p899136/ Pobean: https://www.podbean.com/podcast-detail/tvjti-4fcb7/Sleep-and-Relax-ASMR-Podcast --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/sleepandrelaxasmr/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/sleepandrelaxasmr/support

The Jeff Ward Show
Jerry Jones knows the real reason to hang onto Mumbling Mike will be embarrassing.

The Jeff Ward Show

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 12, 2023 21:07


Jerry's sticking with his guy no matter what, he says, but the reason is about saving face.

The Jeff Ward Show
Dating a murderer./ Maybe Mumbling Mike is the only coach that wants to work for Jerry Jones?

The Jeff Ward Show

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 11, 2023 30:30


Would you tell everyone you dated the guy that's accused of killing four college kids?/ Could it be that Mike McCarthy is Jerry's only option?

The Tom and Curley Show
Hour 1: No one is waiting in line for Black Friday

The Tom and Curley Show

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 26, 2022 35:17


3pm - New sub variants, family gatherings may bring more COVID-19 // Amazon warehouse workers stage global Black Friday strike across 40 countries including US and Germany over pay and working conditions // No one is waiting in line for Black Friday // If the price ended in 99, you probably overpaid for it // Ry Curley on Seahawks vs. Raiders matchup // CBS' Jim Nantz jinxes Detroit Lions kicker to miss 29 yard field goal // 30 Cringe Seconds of Dead Air and Mumbling as Biden Makes Tech-Plagued Call Into NBC During Thanksgiving ParadeSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The Tom and Curley Show
Hour 3: Amazon warehouse workers stage global Black Friday strike

The Tom and Curley Show

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 26, 2022 32:50


5pm - New sub variants, family gatherings may bring more COVID-19 // Amazon warehouse workers stage global Black Friday strike across 40 countries including US and Germany over pay and working conditions // No one is waiting in line for Black Friday // If the price ended in 99, you probably overpaid for it // Ry Curley on Seahawks vs. Raiders matchup // CBS' Jim Nantz jinxes Detroit Lions kicker to miss 29 yard field goal // 30 Cringe Seconds of Dead Air and Mumbling as Biden Makes Tech-Plagued Call Into NBC During Thanksgiving ParadeSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The MVM Show
Ep. #220 Hearing Pro, Calling with Tetras, Everyone is Mumbling

The MVM Show

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 14, 2022 31:07


Harrison and I talk about getting Tinnitus at a young age, calling with hearing pro on, using Tetra Alphashields, and why everyone is always mumbling. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio
"The Mumbling Game" Creepypasta

CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 26, 2022 30:14


CHECK OUT THE AUTHOR'S BOOK► https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0B...AUTHOR'S SUBREDDIT► https://www.reddit.com/r/Verastahl/CREEPYPASTA STORY►by Verastahl: https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comm...Creepypastas are the campfire tales of the internet. Horror stories spread through Reddit r/nosleep, forums and blogs, rather than word of mouth. Whether you believe these scary stories to be true or not is left to your own discretion and imagination. LISTEN TO CREEPYPASTAS ON THE GO-SPOTIFY► https://open.spotify.com/show/7l0iRPd...iTUNES► https://podcasts.apple.com/gb/podcast...CREEPY THUMBNAIL ART BY►Angelo Peluso: https://www.artstation.com/artwork/3o...SUGGESTED CREEPYPASTA PLAYLISTS-►"Good Places to Start"- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g7YCb...►"Personal Favourites"- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AEa2R...►"Written by me"- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gX6RA...►"Long Stories"- https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list...FOLLOW ME ON-►Twitter: https://twitter.com/Creeps_McPasta►Instagram: https://instagram.com/creepsmcpasta/►Twitch: http://www.twitch.tv/creepsmcpasta►Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/CreepsMcPastaCREEPYPASTA MUSIC/ SFX- ►http://bit.ly/Audionic ♪►http://bit.ly/Myuusic ♪►http://bit.ly/incompt ♪►http://bit.ly/EpidemicM ♪-This creepypasta is for entertainment purposes only-