Podcasts about OJ

The one and only Jonathan Van Ness returns to the show this week!! Drew and JVN talk about their Oscar wishes for Wicked: For Good, meeting Beyonce, figure skating lore, college cheerleading, being fascinated with the OJ trial as a kid, Titanic hyperfixations, when smoking people out goes wrong, and so much more. JVN IG: https://www.instagram.com/jvn/JVN Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@jvn_official?lang=enFollow The Comment Section on IG! https://www.instagram.com/thecommentsection/ Discover more on www.disaronno.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

OJ at golf tournament, Hendrie & Supertalk, working at WQAM, Virgin Mary art

Miami Dolphins Legend OJ McDuffie joins Game On. The Dolphins offense is really good at running the ball is De'Von Achane that good or is Tua that bad and they have to rely on the run game? Who does OJ think is the best Wide Receiver in the NFL, Who is saving OJ's fantasy team this year?

Monica Torres discusses getting on BLVD Skateboards, leaving Brazil for the USA, skating and meeting people at Biebel's park, getting a job cleaning the Berrics, winning Women's Battle At The Berrics, Sean Cliver reaching out to her to skate for Strangelove Skateboards, getting on Asics Footwear, Reptiles & Animals, overcoming serious injuries and much more! Monica TorresInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/monicatorrsBecome a Channel Member & Receive Perks: https://www.youtube.com/TheNineClub/joinNew Merch: https://thenineclub.com Sponsored By: Bubs Naturals: Live Better Longer with BUBS Naturals. For A limited time get 20% Off your entire order with code NINECLUB at checkout. https://www.bubsnaturals.com AG1: Get a FREE Welcome Kit worth $76 when you subscribe, including 5 AG1Travel Packs, a shaker, canister, scoop & bottle of AG Vitamin D3+K2. https://drinkag1.com/nineclub LMNT: Grab a free Sample Pack with 8 flavors when you buy any drink mix or Sparkling. https://drinklmnt.com/nineclub Woodward: Save $100 off summer camp with code NINECLUB. https://www.woodwardpa.com Monster Energy: Monster Energy's got the punch you need to stay focused and fired up. https://www.monsterenergy.com Skullcandy: Feel the music with Skullcandy's custom-tuned audio—from the lyrics in your soul to the bass in your bones. https://www.skullcandy.com Yeti: Built for the wild, Yeti keeps you ready for any adventure. https://www.yeti.com Richardson: Custom headwear for teams, brands, and businesses crafted with quality in every stitch. https://richardsonsports.com Etnies: Get 20% off your purchase using our code NINECLUB or use our custom link. https://etnies.com/NINECLUB éS Footwear: Get 20% off your purchase using our code NINECLUB or use our custom link. https://esskateboarding.com/NINECLUB Emerica: Get 20% off your purchase using our code NINECLUB or use our custom link. https://emerica.com/NINECLUB Find The Nine Club: Website: https://thenineclub.com Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/thenineclub X: https://www.twitter.com/thenineclub Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/thenineclub Discord: https://discord.gg/thenineclub Twitch: https://www.twitch.tv/nineclub Nine Club Clips: https://www.youtube.com/nineclubclips More Nine Club: https://www.youtube.com/morenineclub I'm Glad I'm Not Me: https://www.youtube.com/chrisroberts Chris Roberts: https://linktr.ee/Chrisroberts Timestamps (00:00:00) Monica Torres (00:04:15) Blvd Skateboards - leaving Brazil for the USA (00:09:29) Mom was sick - economic troubles - Blvd was done (00:16:55) Brazilian Olympic team (00:21:08) Biebel's park (00:25:44) Kasper & Asics Footwear (00:31:14) Cleaning the Berrics (00:32:49) WBATB (Women's Battle At The Berrics) (00:53:04) Sean Cliver reached out to her for Strangelove Skateboards (00:59:37) Strangelove - Her pro board (01:13:13) Reptiles & Animals (01:28:53) Battling injuries (01:40:40) Started filming for her OJ wheel part as soon as she got better (01:44:01) ACL injury (01:50:14) How long was the healing process (01:56:35) The search for the broken lens clip - Crobs YouTube thumbnail service for hire (02:06:51) What's she working on now Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Det finns många nya, spännande sätt att använda AI för att bli bättre på språk. Jag själv använder ChatGPT väldigt mycket i mina språkstudier.  I det här avsnittet går jag igenom 5 sätt du kan använda AI för att öva din svenska.  Om du vill stödja podden och bli patron - klicka här.    Transkript   Hej där min kära lyssnare, hur är läget med dig idag? Med mig är det ganska bra. Ja, jag sitter här i mitt hem i Valencia och det blåser väldigt mycket idag. Så det känns lite som att jag är tillbaka i Göteborg. För i Göteborg så blåser det väldigt mycket. Men jag tror att det är antagligen lite kallare. Vad är det.. Göteborg..väder.. Minus en grad! Oj, oj, oj   Ja, riktigt så kallt är det inte här   Här är det faktiskt 15 grader   Ja, så idag ville jag berätta om fem sätt du kan använda AI för att lära dig svenska   Men innan vi börjar med det ska jag såklart tacka några nya patrons. Det är Amelie, Barbro, Roz, Dominique, Elena, Barry och Marina. Tusen tack till er för att ni stödjer podden. Och den här veckan så startar vi med Swedish Pro League. Och det här är det helt nya programmet för dig som vill göra dina svenska studier lite mer spännande, lite mer intressanta och göra det mer som ett spel och samla poäng genom att göra olika uppdrag. Alla uppdrag är designade för att maximera din svenskainlärning helt enkelt. Och den här månaden fokuserar vi på hörförståelse. Den här första omgången är bara tillgänglig för patrons så om du är patron så kan du göra det här programmet den här första omgången Om du vill bli patron kan du gå till www.patreon.com/swedishlinguist   Och ja, vi startar igång den här Swedish Pro League nu. Det ska bli kul att se.   ..för hela transkriptet - klicka här

Stāsta Jāzepa Vītola Latvijas Mūzikas akadēmijas profesore, JVLMA Muzikoloģijas katedras Etnomuzikoloģijas klases vadītāja, Zinātniski pētnieciskā centra vadošā pētniece Anda Beitāne; raidījuma producente – Maruta Rubeze Laikā, kad notiek diskusijas par dažādu pieminekļu nojaukšanu, pārvietošanu vai pārzāģēšanu, šķiet pamācoši atcerēties Johana Gotfrīda Herdera (Johann Gottfried Herder, 1744-1803, vācu dzejnieks, teologs, filozofs, cita starpā arī jēdziena "tautasdziesma" – Volkslied – radītājs) pieminekļa stāstu, ko pirms kāda laika publicējām grāmatā, tulkojot tās nosaukumu no angļu valodas: "Pieredze un ekspektācijas: "Nākotne no pagātnes" mūzikas radīšanā", kurā iekļauti dažādu valstu etnomuzikologu raksti. Viena no šīs grāmatas tēmām bija saistīta ar Herdera vārdu. Izrādās, ka citzemju tradicionālās mūzikas pētniekiem Rīga visupirms asociējas tieši ar Johanu Gotfrīdu Herderu, kurš šeit dzīvoja un strādāja laikā no 1764. līdz 1769. gadam. Herdera krūšutēls, visnotaļ nemanāms un tūristu pūļu neieskauts, stāv Herdera laukumā blakus Rīgas Domam. Tas izgatavots Minhenē, kopējot Johana Nepomuka Šallera (Johann Nepomuk Schaller) 1850. gadā darinātās pilna auguma skulptūras krūšutēla daļu, kas atrodas Svēto Pētera un Pāvila baznīcas priekšā Veimārā (Asmuß, 1871, 78; Spārītis, 2005, 103). Rīgas krūšutēla postamentu veidoja arhitekts Heinrihs Karls Šēls (Heinrich Karl Scheel), un tas bija izgatavots no tolaik populārā čuguna ar piemiņas uzrakstiem visās pusēs. Atsaucoties uz Ojāru Spārīti, iniciatīva uzcelt Herderam veltītu pieminekli Rīgā radās pēc Rīgas vaļņu nojaukšanas 1863. gadā un Rīgas Doma rekonstrukcijas darbu uzsākšanas. Pieminekļa atrašanās vieta tika izvēlēta, balstoties uz aptuvenu informāciju par to, ka Herders varētu būt dzīvojis vienā no mājām, kas robežojās ar laukumu. Pieminekļa svinīgā atklāšana notika simboliskajā 1864. gada 25. augustā, tieši 100 gadus pēc dienas, kad Herders ieradās Rīgā (Spārītis, 2005, 102–103). Pārdzīvojis evakuāciju Pirmā pasaules kara laikā un Otro pasaules karu, Herdera piemineklis tika demontēts 20. gadsimta 50. gadu vidū kopā ar citiem pieminekļiem, kas nepatika okupācijas režīmam. Postaments tika izkausēts, bet krūšutēlu izglāba cilvēki, kuri strādāja Rīgas Valsts vēstures muzejā, ko šodien pazīstam kā Rīgas vēstures un kuģniecības muzeju, un kas joprojām atrodas blakus piemineklim Herdera laukumā. Vēlāk tas tika pārvietots uz Rīgas Ārzemju mākslas muzeju (Vilciņa 2005). 1959. gadā tika plānota Vācijas Demokrātiskās Republikas līderu – Valtera Ulbrihta (Walter Ulbricht) un Oto Grotevola (Otto Grotewohl) – vizīte Padomju Savienībā. Ziņas par šīs delegācijas otro dienu, kas tika pavadīta Rīgā, kur apsveikuma uzrunu teica PSRS kompartijas vadītājs Ņikita Hruščovs, atrodamas laikraksta "Neues Deutschland" 1959. gada 11. jūnija numura pirmajā lappusē ("Stern un Pogrombka", 1959). Viesiem tika gatavota īpaša programma, kuras ietvaros tika nolemts katram gadījumam steigšus atjaunot Herdera krūšutēlu tā sākotnējā vietā, jo viesi varētu uzzināt, ka viņu nacionāli nozīmīgai personībai šeit bijis piemineklis, ko viņi, iespējams, varētu vēlēties aplūkot. Tā raksta šo notikumu lieciniece Rita Vilciņa, piebilstot, ka tas bija liels trieciens tiem, kuri šo pieminekli tikai pirms dažiem gadiem bija noņēmuši, un atbildīgajai personai Kultūras ministrijas Muzeju, mākslas un pieminekļu aizsardzības pārvaldē neatlika nekas cits, kā pēkšņi saslimt. Vilciņai, kura tikko bija pabeigusi vēstures un filozofijas studijas Latvijas Universitātē un sākusi strādāt šajā pārvaldē, tika uzticēts rūpēties par pieminekļa restaurāciju (Vilciņa, 2005). Kā viņa raksta savās atmiņās, ministrijā bija zināms, ka Herdera krūšutēls nav iznīcināts, citādi to nebūtu iespējams atjaunot tik īsā laikā. Problemātiska bija postamenta atjaunošana. Laika trūkuma dēļ nebija iespējams izgatavot precīzu 1864. gada oriģināla kopiju. Vilciņa atceras kultūras ministra vietnieka teikto: "Par uzraksta valodu viss skaidrs – tikai latviešu valodā. Kāpēc rakstīt vāciski, ja nav uzraksta krievu valodā?" (Vilciņa 2005, 123). Tādējādi uz jaunā granīta postamenta bija un ir lasāms pavisam īsi: "Johans Gotfrīds Herders 1744–1803". Šo stāstu noslēgšu ar brīnišķu Ritas Vilciņas citātu: "Postamenta izkalšana notika Rīgas uzņēmumā "Granīts", kur vajadzēja nogādāt arī krūšutēlu. Herdera galvu kara laikā bija skāruši vairāki šāvieni. Likvidēt bojājumus un piestiprināt postamentam krūšutēlu arī bija "Granīta" meistaru uzdevums. Lai pārvestu pieminekļa krūšutēlu no Aizrobežu mākslas muzeja uz darbnīcu, man iedeva ministra personīgo automašīnu "Volga". Kad piebraucu pie Rīgas pils, kur atradās muzejs, pa kāpnēm pretī ar Herderu rokās jau nāca direktora vietnieks zinātniskajā darbā Miķelis Ivanovs. Tālāk es ar Herderu rokās braucu uz darbnīcu. Karā cirstās brūces tika sadziedētas, postaments izgatavots un Johans Gotfrīds Herders atkal stāvēja savā vēsturiskajā vietā Rīgā. Nebija nedz svinīgas atklāšanas ar ziediem un mūziku, nedz informācijas presē. Piemineklis klusējot tika noņemts, klusējot – uzlikts." (Vilciņa, 2005, 124) Avoti Ahmedaja, Ardian and Anda Beitāne, 2023. "Latvia, Riga and JVLMA as Spaces of Musical Experience and Expectation". In Experience and Expectation: The Future From the Past" in Music Making. Ardian Ahmedaja and Anda Beitāne (eds.). Riga: Musica Baltica. 15-30. Asmuß, A. 1871. "Der Herder-Platz in Riga". In Album von Riga. I. Fünfundzwanzig Stahlstiche aus den funfzehn Jahrgängen des Rigaschen Almanachs. Riga: Backer. Harrison, Hope M. 1988. "The Berlin Crisis and the Khrushchev-Ulbricht Summits in Moscow, 9 and 18 June 1959." Introduction, translation, and annotation. Cold War International History Project. Bulletin 11 (Winter 1998). 204–217. Stern, Heinz and Willi Pogrombka. 1959. "Wir stehen fur unsere Freunde ein!" Neues Deutschland. 1959. gada 11. jūnijs.  Spārītis, Ojārs. 2005. "Johana Gotfrīda Herdera piemineklis Rīgā. Vēstures un semantikas aspekti. Das Johann-Gottfried-Herder-Denkmal in Riga. Seine historischen und semantischen Aspekte". In Herders Rīgā. Herder in Riga. Ilze Ščegoļihina (ed.). Riga: Rīgas Doma eveņģēliski luteriskā draudze, Rīgas vēstures un kuģniecības muzejs. 97–116. Vilciņa, Rita. 2005. "Kā atjaunoja Herdera pieminekli Rīgā. Atmiņas. Wie das Herder-Denkmal wiederhergestellt wurde. Errinerungen". In Herders Rīgā. Herder in Riga. Ilze Ščegoļihina (Ed.). Rīga: Rīgas Doma eveņģēliski luteriskā draudze, Rīgas vēstures un kuģniecības muzejs, 122–128.

Una receta ancestral de uno de los vecinos Jesús Avilés puso a la venta estos bizcochos borrachos, sin embargo, a su muerte, Jesús se llevó la receta a la tumba. Joaquín Jesús Ruiz Gambin que no es repostero de tradición, recordaba aquellos bizcochos con añoranza y se puso manos a la obra. Cinco años estuvo haciendo pruebas hasta que encontró la receta adecuada que lleva 20 años vendiendo a todo aquel que pase por su tienda en Ojós. Huevo, harina y azúcar junto a almíbar y bergamoto, una receta en la que no hay alcohol pero que emborracha estos bizcochos.

Get down from the treehouse because it's time for Red Rover, Red Rover! You can't officially talk about Now and Then for its 30th anniversary without four friends, so Mark welcomes his hometown loves Sarah Menaquale, Kit Sheehan, and Melissa Ward back on the show for a bike ride to the past. Cosmo quizzes, skinny-dipping, storm drains, and Rosie O'Donnells wardrobe - they mention it all! Plus, Beanie Babies, OJ, and Sophie B. Hawkins get shout-outs!

Comic Dave Landau joins us, missing Virginia football coach was facing charges, Taryn Manning turning into Britney Spears, Nicki Minaj forced to sell house, Paulina Porizkova wants attention, Fred Goldman getting OJ's money, RIP Normal World, and Sinbad is everywhere today. Dave Landau is back! Go see him on tour at a city near you. He'll also be on the No BS Newshour with Charlie LeDuff tomorrow. It's Thanksgiving Day weekend, so we run through the best Thanksgiving themed movies. We get Dave's take on fellow comic Akaash Singh's situation with his wife. She is singlehandedly ruining his career.  Sydney Sweeney is sending temperatures soaring, but her choice in men is ruining boners. The guy that was photographed with fat Britney Spears wants the world to know he's not dating that slob. John Travolta's daughter is trying to look hot by taking off her shirt. Some people are saying that it's not working. Pauling Porizkova really needs and wants your attention. Taryn Manning's crazy dancing is making penises soft. What is the state of stand up comedy today? Besides the fact that too many influencers are doing stand up. Jeremy Piven is still doing stand up. Dave tells us about the time Dave was asked to open for Jeremy and Mr. Piven wasn't too happy. Star Search is back and coming to Netflix. Anthony Anderson has successfully survived some serious MeToo allegations. Some people are saying it's because he takes his "mama" everywhere. Some people are saying that the video of My 600lb Life Stephen sliding off the golf cart is one of the greatest videos of all time. The missing Virginia High School football coach is also wanted on child pornography charges. Tara Reid's story of being drugged just isn't adding up. A new Bonerline full of complaints. We fondly remember Shucky Ducky. Nicki Minaj is being forced to sell her house to make good on a judgement where she owes a security guard a half a million bucks. Fred Goldman finally is getting OJ's money. Normal World is no more.  We honor them by watching the trailer to Fallen Oats. We're big fans of Space Ice's Steven Segal videos. Do yourself a favor and watch them now. The Killer Cares fundraiser is one week away. Make sure to join us in Keego Harbor Friday December 5th. PLUS! Black Friday/Small Business Saturday is Giving Weekend at Kimball Appliance.  This year's beneficiary is The Tom Kowalski Foundation which is dedicated to helping children in need. Everything store-wide will be at the lowest prices of the year: pillows, sheet sets, appliances, electronics, Kitchen Aid mixers, smokers, Opal ice makers, blenders, toasters, Purple mattresses, lift chairs, furniture, and so much more. Don't forget to grab your Drew Lane Show merch right here! If you'd like to help support the show… consider subscribing to our YouTube Channel, Facebook, Instagram and Twitter (Drew Lane, Marc Fellhauer, Trudi Daniels, Jim Bentley and BranDon).

Pregnancy comes with a lot of rules, warnings, and fear based posts online. But how much of that advice is actually rooted in science, and how much is leftover noise that keeps parents stressed for no reason? In today's episode, I sit down with Dr. Jessica Knurick, a nutrition researcher and registered dietitian who has spent years breaking down food myths in the pregnancy and postpartum space. Together we walk through the biggest areas of confusion, why so much misinformation spreads so fast, and how to make calmer, more confident choices during pregnancy. We talk about: The most common food rules that get blown out of proportion Why certain foods get labeled as “dangerous” without context What the real risk of listeria looks like, and how to lower it Sushi, soft cheese, runny eggs, deli meat, and why the blanket rules don't tell the full story How to think about risk in pregnancy without spiraling The truth about the glucose test and why the alternatives online fall short What high mercury fish means and why fish is still an important part of pregnancy nutrition Where fear based content online pulls parents in and how to protect your headspace To connect with Dr. Jessica Knurick follow her on Instagram @drjessicaknurick and check out all her resources at https://www.jessicaknurick.com/ My Experience with Gestational Diabetes: https://youtu.be/QCtGft6p7c0  00:00 Why fear around food and the glucose test is rising 01:25 Why Dr. Jessica Knurick's work matters in pregnancy nutrition 03:44 How misinformation spreads during pregnancy 06:13 The gray area behind food rules and risk 08:36 Soft cheese, deli meat, and runny eggs: what's actually risky 11:06 The truth about listeria and real foodborne illness risks 14:12 Sushi, fish, mercury, and what research actually shows 17:04 How to approach food safety without spiraling 20:29 Real life examples of weighing pros and cons in pregnancy 23:34 What the glucose test really measures 25:53 Why screening happens at 24–28 weeks 27:52 Common myths about the glucose drink 30:30 Alternatives like jelly beans, pancakes, and OJ: why they don't work 33:54 When at home monitoring is appropriate 42:17 A helpful tip for managing symptoms after the test 43:24 Final message on protecting your mental space in pregnancy Our podcasts are also now on YouTube. If you prefer a video podcast with closed captioning, check us out there and ⁠subscribe to PedsDocTalk⁠. Get trusted pediatric advice, relatable parenting insights, and evidence-based tips delivered straight to your inbox—join thousands of parents who rely on the PDT newsletter to stay informed, supported, and confident. ⁠⁠⁠⁠Join the newsletter⁠⁠⁠⁠! And don't forget to follow ⁠⁠⁠⁠@pedsdoctalkpodcast⁠⁠⁠⁠ on Instagram—our new space just for parents looking for real talk and real support. We love the sponsors that make this show possible! You can always find all the special deals and codes for all our current sponsors on the ⁠PedsDocTalk Podcast Sponsorships⁠ page of the website.  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Hendrie announcement, 1700 AM, Krispy Kreme, Andy in Hollywood, OJ at golf tournament

Pregnancy comes with a lot of rules, warnings, and fear based posts online. But how much of that advice is actually rooted in science, and how much is leftover noise that keeps parents stressed for no reason? In today's episode, I sit down with Dr. Jessica Knurick, a nutrition researcher and registered dietitian who has spent years breaking down food myths in the pregnancy and postpartum space. Together we walk through the biggest areas of confusion, why so much misinformation spreads so fast, and how to make calmer, more confident choices during pregnancy. We talk about: The most common food rules that get blown out of proportion Why certain foods get labeled as “dangerous” without context What the real risk of listeria looks like, and how to lower it Sushi, soft cheese, runny eggs, deli meat, and why the blanket rules don't tell the full story How to think about risk in pregnancy without spiraling The truth about the glucose test and why the alternatives online fall short What high mercury fish means and why fish is still an important part of pregnancy nutrition Where fear based content online pulls parents in and how to protect your headspace To connect with Dr. Jessica Knurick follow her on Instagram @drjessicaknurick and check out all her resources at https://www.jessicaknurick.com/ My Experience with Gestational Diabetes: https://youtu.be/QCtGft6p7c0  00:00 Why fear around food and the glucose test is rising 01:25 Why Dr. Jessica Knurick's work matters in pregnancy nutrition 03:44 How misinformation spreads during pregnancy 06:13 The gray area behind food rules and risk 08:36 Soft cheese, deli meat, and runny eggs: what's actually risky 11:06 The truth about listeria and real foodborne illness risks 14:12 Sushi, fish, mercury, and what research actually shows 17:04 How to approach food safety without spiraling 20:29 Real life examples of weighing pros and cons in pregnancy 23:34 What the glucose test really measures 25:53 Why screening happens at 24–28 weeks 27:52 Common myths about the glucose drink 30:30 Alternatives like jelly beans, pancakes, and OJ: why they don't work 33:54 When at home monitoring is appropriate 42:17 A helpful tip for managing symptoms after the test 43:24 Final message on protecting your mental space in pregnancy Our podcasts are also now on YouTube. If you prefer a video podcast with closed captioning, check us out there and ⁠subscribe to PedsDocTalk⁠. Get trusted pediatric advice, relatable parenting insights, and evidence-based tips delivered straight to your inbox—join thousands of parents who rely on the PDT newsletter to stay informed, supported, and confident. ⁠⁠⁠⁠Join the newsletter⁠⁠⁠⁠! And don't forget to follow ⁠⁠⁠⁠@pedsdoctalkpodcast⁠⁠⁠⁠ on Instagram—our new space just for parents looking for real talk and real support. We love the sponsors that make this show possible! You can always find all the special deals and codes for all our current sponsors on the ⁠PedsDocTalk Podcast Sponsorships⁠ page of the website.  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

The Time Riders: Part 16 To further the science. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. There was a knock at the door and Valentina came in, pushing a silver cart in front of herself. "Thought it might be time for refreshments," she chirped, her cheerful brown eyes not at all fazed by the scene in front of her. She looked at Becky. "I figured you might find some electrolytes handy, so I have green smoothies, strawberry-banana smoothies, coconut water, and OJ. That should fit the bill, right?" "Thank you so much, Val," Becky said, not at all bothered by being naked in front of this girl. Clearly it wasn't out of the ordinary, so she didn't care. Not to mention she'd referred to Mike and Karen as 'Master' and 'Mistress', so there was more to her employment than met the eye. Nanu was staring at Val's outfit again, making Val giggle. She left the cart and approached the tiny Egyptian girl now, smiling. "Watch this, Nanu," she said before pulling her arms into her chest and doing on spin, her short skirt flaring out and twirling around her, revealing her tiny black panties. Nanu clapped excitedly, her eyes wide with delight. "Great, now she'll want to own one of those outfits," Becky sighed, shaking her head. "I'm sorry for the fib I'm about to tell about you, Val." She looked at Nanu. "It's a pretty outfit, yes, but it's a slave's outfit, darling." The Egyptian girl blinked. "She is a slave?" "Can't you see the collar she's wearing?" Becky pointed out, indicating Val's black lace choker, with the glittering white stone on the front. "She; is a slave to the gods?" Nanu murmured, lapsing into thought about that before looking back at Becky. "Well, that doesn't sound so bad, does it? We should become their slaves." Karen broke down giggling, hiding her face in her husband's massive arm and kicking her feet cutely. Mike just smirked while Becky sighed and rolled her eyes. Valentina had no idea what had just been said, but based on her employers' reactions, whatever it was hadn't panned out as Becky intended. She decided to make herself scarce. "scuse me, servant stuff to do," she chimed, doing a curtsy before leaving and closing the door behind her. Nanu sat up, straddling Mike's waist and trying to figure out why the goddess was laughing. "Really?" Becky groused, giving Nanu a sour look. "I rescue you from slavery, and you decide to volunteer for it because it's these two?" "Do you blame me?" Nanu said with a shrug. "As long as I get fed and fucked, this seems like a good life with pretty clothing." "You do not need to be a slave for us to do that with you, Nanu," Karen pointed out, caressing her arm. "Well, nobody's fucked me yet," Nanu announced, trying to pout rather unsuccessfully. "What good is being a free woman if it doesn't get me cock when I need it?" "I see food and sex are her two primary drivers," Mike mused. "And possibly revenge," Becky added, watching as Nanu reached behind herself and took hold of the currently soft cock and began massaging it. "If you see her whispering into her palm, shit's about to get real. Honey, that might not be a good idea." "They said I don't need to be a slave to fuck them," Nanu replied, still stroking and now fingering herself, as if to get ready. "I want to be fucked." "Let the chips fall where they may, I guess," Becky said, sitting up and moving around the bed to join Karen. Soon, they were in a sapphic tangle, limbs wrapped around one another and kissing deeply. Nanu watched while she stroked the god's cock, slowly bringing him to life. Karen was on top of Becky now, sitting up and straddling with their legs scissored and their wet pussies kissing. She began to squirm her hips, and Becky did the same, groaning in pleasure. "Hmm, missed this too," she murmured. "As did I," Karen sighed, pulling Becky's leg up so that it was braced against her with her toes in the air. They slowly slithered together, nether lips mingling, clits brushing against one another. They were both wet enough that they could hear their lovemaking. The god was hard now, and Nanu was determined to do this right. She moved backward and pushed up as tall as she could on her knees, her cunt directly over the huge cockhead. She pressed against it and moved around, making sure she was good and wet. She felt the tip just push her lips apart slightly, and inched her way down. She bit her lower lip as the pressure increased, feeling a very slow penetration. She gasped and shuddered as the head went inside, stretching her in a way she hadn't felt before, except with a fist. There was an audible, wet and almost gristly 'pop' noise, followed by another from somewhere inside her hips structure as she sank down and sat very still. Becky and the two professors looked at her somewhat curiously. "Nanu?" Becky asked. "You okay, darling?" The tiny girl didn't respond, still staring off into space, her eyes unseeing. Finally, a single tear was trickling down her cheek. "Oh, well done, Ramrod," Karen said rather sarcastically to her husband, still looking at Nanu. "Even if you didn't break her in half, she's still going to have hip dysplasia." "I didn't make her do it," Mike pointed out. "I hope we have a wheelchair around, though." The Egyptian girl finally opened her eyes, slowly, and took several deep breaths, her palms resting on the god's muscular abdomen. She looked up at the ceiling, puckering her lips and making sucking sounds as she tried to center herself. She trembled as she pushed up on her knees, starting to move, and then shook almost violently as she sank back down. She squeaked and then whimpered, going still. Then she repeated the process, taking it slow. "Well, I'll be damned," Becky mused as she watched, still grinding her cunt against Karen's. "She actually did it and didn't kill herself. She'll be trying to sit on fire hydrants next." Nanu didn't make it more than three strokes up and down before she clapped her and over her mouth and screamed into it, her entire body shaking as she came. Once she'd recovered, she began moving up and down again, a little faster, determined to have at least one more orgasm before she died. She straightened her torso and kept moving up and down, her eyes closed and a shameless moaning escaping her lips. She lasted a little longer this time, but still ended up clamping both hands over her mouth and screeching, almost convulsing before she simply wilted, collapsing forward on to the god beneath her, eyes wide open but unseeing, chest heaving as she tried to breathe. "Determined little thing, isn't she?" Karen mused, looking on, even while she made love to Becky. How she'd missed this feeling with her favorite student. "You'd have to be, to survive what she did pretty much her whole life," the blonde replied with a sigh, undulating beneath her teacher. "She's such a sweetheart, but she surprises me sometimes with a brutal mercenary streak. And her morals are; decidedly different from ours." "Noted," Karen said before leaning down and kissing Becky heatedly, squashing their tits together. They were swallowing one another's tongues, grinding and girl-fucking their way to bliss, until Becky wailed into Karen's mouth, cumming hard. Karen followed moments later, bathing Becky's cunt in her sticky essence. They wrapped themselves up in one another, kissing deeply and just enjoying the shared post-orgasm bliss. It had been too long, and Becky would do her damndest to make sure that didn't happen again. She almost giggled through the kiss as she thought about the fact that she had access to a time machine, if she really needed to see to the issue. She and Karen rolled themselves together into Mike's side, snuggling into him while Nanu seemed quite content to simply remain motionless on top of him. Given that she was almost bolted down to his cock, she might not have had much of a choice in the matter, mind. "You okay there, Prof?" Becky asked, smirking up at him while she caressed her other idol. "Might've been a while since I've been in anyone quite this tight," Mike replied, smiling and pretending to wince, as if being clamped inside Nanu was somehow painful. "Excuse you, sir," Karen chimed, trying to sound indignant, but failing as she giggled. "Am I to understand I am not tight enough for you?" "You're the perfect amount of tightness, Gordon, and you know it," the huge blond man said, reaching over and caressing his wife's ass cheeks. Karen purred contentedly at the contact, snuggling into Becky even more. Becky sighed, because she loved watching the profs together. She'd never seen two people more desperately in love, or more perfect for one another. "So is it just you and Nanu in your little arrangement?" Karen asked, looking down at her student and gently poking her nose. "Well," Becky began before offering a weak smile. "It's complicated?" "Given what a hard time you had earlier, perhaps I shouldn't be surprised," mused the older woman, smiling kindly. "Are you hiding another girl from elsewhere in the world?" "No," Becky said, blushing. "I;” If she couldn't tell these two, who could she tell? "There might be an angle with one of my students," she confessed. "Rebecca Nightingale Fischer," Karen said, her smile becoming a smirk. "You and a student? You naughty girl. Not that Michael and I are in any place to judge, of course." "Don't I know it," Becky giggled. "Yeah, there is. Or there will be. I don't know how to explain it." "One of those moments again, clearly," Mike said, his other hand stroking down Nanu's back. She looked positively tiny on top of him, like a kitten gone to sleep. She was stirring and slowly coming back to life. "Don't try too hard, Rebecca." "Yes sir," she said rather reflexively, but she also enjoyed the little tingle she always got from obeying him. "Mark and I, and Nanu, will be a thing by the time summer rolls around." "M-ark?" Nanu mumbled tiredly, almost yawning. Had she fallen asleep? "What about M-ark, Mistress?" "She calls you Mistress, hmm?" Karen observed. "It looks like I'm not the only one with a kitten on my hands." Becky blushed. "She; insists she be allowed. I've tried to break the habit, no dice." She looked at Nanu now. "I was just explaining about waiting until the summer before we will be seeing Mark." "You get to see him all the time at school," Nanu pointed out. "But you say you can't fuck him. I hope they understand, because I sure don't." "Nonlocal measurement," Karen said, listening to the two younger women speak in Latin, although she was talking to her husband. "Low-entropy probability that falls outside the Born System." "And deterministic despite a Dirac constant and equation," Mike said before he chuckled and began sitting Nanu up straight. She shuddered and gasped deeply, seeming to have forgotten that she was speared on him. Her eyes were wide as she stared down at where her cunt was split wide apart by his massive erection. She didn't seem to be able to process anything like that fitting inside her. "Christ," Becky muttered, shaking her head. "I'm supposed to be a physics teacher, and I have no damn clue what you two are talking about." "Ultimately, determinism," Mike replied, letting Nanu try to adjust. "I remember teaching you the concept." "And I remember the lessons," Becky sighed. "Never thought they'd be applied to me personally. I keep forgetting you two are religious." "I think it's pretty much a given that you, my dear, are meant to study quantum crystallography," Karen cooed, stroking the blonde's cheek. "So of course, Michael and I will teach you everything we know, and will help you further on that path. You were, without question, our most gifted student. This is your chance." "What's everyone talking about, Mistress?" Nanu asked, shifting around her hips to make sure they weren't actually fractured. "You're talking in your stupid En-gush." "Nanu, we'll speak Latin so that you're not left out," the goddess said gently, reaching over and stroking the Egyptian girl's thigh. "We were asking Rebecca if she wanted to come and teach with us soon, instead of staying where she is." Nanu considered and then looked at Becky. "Mistress, I think you're very smart, but I'd think you were very stupid if you didn't take this offer. And take M-ark with you, maybe it'll make him less stupid." "I guess that settles it," Becky sighed, shaking her head. "I can't refute those points." "This Mark of yours sounds like a real charmer," Karen teased, finally sitting up and then clambering off Becky. She moved aside while her former student sat upright, rotating her neck and stretching her shoulders. "He must be a demon in the sack if you're willing to put up with his apparent lack of intelligence." "He's not stupid, he's just; he doesn't find applying his brain power all that agreeable, except to get himself out of trouble," Becky explained. "As for him being a demon in the sack, he's not bad, but; well, I'd been going through a dry spell when this all happened." "There is no excuse whatsoever for you to be going through a dry spell, young lady," Mike told her, sitting up and still keeping Nanu in his lap. But she squeaked when he turned her around, still nailed to him by his cock, which felt like it was battering her rib cage from below. Her eyes were wide as she just sat and listened. "You're every bit as attractive as you are intelligent, Rebecca, so if you're experiencing a dearth of sex, that's just you being difficult." "It's hard to find partners who measure up," Becky grumped. "Except for Nanu, of course." Nanu sniffed and nodded righteously, happy to be included in whatever the fuck they were all talking about. She was used to being ignored as a slave, she had no intention of being ignored now that she was a free woman. "You'll come to the housewarmings, yes?" Karen asked. "The third and the fourth weekends of this month." "You're having two housewarmings?" Becky asked. "Why two?" "One is the official housewarming, where I take over as head of the Blackwell elder line and its operations," Karen replied. "The one the following weekend is of a more fun and; well, risqué nature. The invite list for that is much more select. You and Nanu simply must come to both." Becky turned her head to look at Nanu. "Did you understand all that, my love?" Nanu thought about it. "Karen is becoming Mistress of this palace and there are two celebrations, one official, and one that is; naughty. She wants us to come to both." She leaned forward toward Becky now, her look an imploring one. "Can we please, Mistress?" "Of course we can!" Becky laughed gaily. "I wouldn't miss this for all the gold on earth!" More joyous laughter, and they all embraced one another, finding partners and beginning the lovemaking again. Another hour later, the Byron Lounge. "I'm really hoping you like this," Becky said as she poured the wine into her host's glasses. Mike and Karen were sitting on a large chesterfield together while Becky and Nanu were in a smaller loveseat across from them. The table the glasses were on was in the center. "You'll probably find it very unique." "It's potent, I can already tell," Karen remarked, watching her student pour. "The nose is quite powerful from here." "Interesting color for a white wine, too," Mike added, noting the distinct amber tint to the liquid. His wife was right, it was strong. It almost stung the olfactory senses and poured like a syrup. Even Madeira wines were lighter than this. The maderizing process must have been unusually acute. Becky handed each of her companions a glass and then sat down next to Nanu. The three women all looked at Mike, expecting him to lead the toast. He nodded and held up his glass. "Dignitas amicorum pie zeses vivas." Karen nodded and repeated the toast, but in English, the only time Nanu ever considered the language divine and lovely. "Worthy among your friends! Drink that you may live. May you live." The bouquet was sharp, certainly, and Mike guessed the alcohol content was well north of fifteen percent. The wine was clearly meant to be sweet, but the robust body was definitive. This wine must have been aged longer than Becky had been alive. Where had she gotten it from? He glanced over at his wife, who had an even more acute nose and sense of taste than he did, and she was examining her glass quietly. Karen was rolling it around inside her mouth quietly, letting it play over her refined palate. Her eyes caught his, and they knew what the other was thinking. Becky and Nanu watched quietly. It was always fascinating to Becky how these two operated. "That's an Aglianico grape, I'm sure of it, even though I have never had one quite like that," Karen mused. "It's been aged in clay," Mike agreed, nodding. "For a long time. The hangovers must be murder." They both looked at Becky, who smiled hopefully. She wanted them to like it, but also hoped they wouldn't ask more questions she couldn't answer. She was doing her best. "Rebecca, I'd like to have Jordan and Tatyana try this, may I call them in?" Mike asked. She nodded and he bipped his smartwatch, asking the former seneschal of Blackwell Manor and its current one to join them. They came in together some minutes later, while Mike and Karen were still discussing the wine. "You rang, my friend?" Jordan asked, while Tatyana nodded her head respectfully. Jordan saw the bottles on the table, noting the amber color. "Is that a Malvazia wine? Very strong, I can feel it tickling my nose from here." "With Rebecca's permission, we would like for you two to try this," Karen suggested, standing and walking over to a small cupboard from which she retrieved two more glasses. "It's quite unlike anything either Michael or I have tried, and I thought we had a very broad palate by this point." Karen poured two small glasses and brought them over to the pair. Jordan, who had been the Blackwell estate sommelier for decades, and Tatyana, its current sommelier, both examined the amber libation curiously. Jordan put the cup to his lips and sipped it. Tatyana did as well, the only reaction from her being her eyes narrowing slightly. "That is very unique, I must say," the older man said finally. "It reminds me a Sangiovese in some ways, but; more primal somehow?" "It is an Italian wine, I think," Tatyana added. "But unlike any I have tried before." "It's what I imagine a Falernian wine would be like, if the genuine article thing still existed," Karen posited. "But those methods are lost. We only know them from poetry and accounts of Roman historians, such as Galen and Pliny. This is; wondrous to try." Becky sighed slightly, relaxing. She was so worried about running into time lock that it was a relief she'd managed to let them actually taste the wine. The profs knew something was up, that she couldn't help them, and they would just have to figure out as much as they could on their own. Was she meant to have done this? Was it Fating? She banished the thought from her head, she would drive herself crazy. She was here to have fun with the two people who had made her who she was, and to share that joy with Nanu. To her delight, Nanu seemed to be acclimating well, even if she was in awe and fear of these 'gods'. Mike looked at Becky now. "This must have cost you a pretty penny, something this unique." Becky smiled. "I can manage more, if you want. As many bottles as you like. Just don't ask how or why." "Fair enough," Karen said, looking over at her husband. "And we just found our drink of choice for that toga party we discussed." Mike laughed and Becky giggled. Poor Nanu. She escapes slavery from Imperial Rome, only to end up in a time period where dressing like the patricians who enslaved her was the height of chic at a party. Rome was clearly the eternal city in more ways than one. And this one time, wining about it was a good thing. Later that afternoon. "Mistress, look at all these men," Nanu said quietly, as if the portraits and busts they were walking by could hear her. She could've sworn some of them were staring right at her, their eyes following her movements. "They are all rather frightening to me." Becky nodded as she walked hand-in-hand with Nanu down the Hall of Ancestors. "I remember the first time I saw them, my love, and they intimidated me as well. They are the ancestors of my professor, going back almost a thousand years." Nanu seemed rather surprised, and a little wary. "They're all gods?" Shit, how do I explain this without breaking her mind? Becky wondered rather wearily. "They all have the same hair like the god, maybe lighter, and the eyes," Nanu observed, still speaking quietly, so that the numerous men didn't hear her. "I can't tell if they're as big as he is." Okay, extra complication there as well. "No, my love, they are the ancestors of Karen," Becky explained, knowing this wasn't going to get easier. That revelation gave Nanu paused. She stopped and looked up at Becky now, almost frowning. "But they look like him, not her. They have the same straw hair and the eyes the color of the sea." She looked down at the ground now as she tried to parse out what her Mistress was telling her. "But her eyes are the color of his hair; maybe they are brother and sister?" Now Becky's eyes widened. "Well, if Iupiter and Iuno were brother and sister but also husband and wife, why can't these two be?" the Egyptian girl reasoned. "They gave birth to all the gods. But; where are these gods now?" She gestured broadly at the hallway and the gallery of busts and portraits. "Nanu, I; I don't know," Becky confessed, trying not to falter in explaining. "I've never met them, honestly. I met the father of Karen, that was it." She pointed to an imposing portrait of Jonathon Blackwell, Karen's father, which hung on the wall not far from them. "And where is that god now?" Nanu asked. Becky hadn't done herself any favors by mentioning she'd met other 'gods'. She tried distraction now, pointing at a large open space nearby on the wall. "Look, that is where the portrait of Karen will go, once she is officially head of her fa; of the pantheon." Well done, Fischer. Nanu looked at the empty space. "So the goddess will be the supreme ruler? What of the god? She seems to obey him, why will he not be up there?" This was getting harder and harder. Becky squeezed her eyes shut, trying to think of a remotely plausible answer. What a rotten moment for time lock to not interfere. "He is from a different family of gods, my love," she said finally, giving up. She didn't have the mental strength to overcome Nanu's fantasies. "A line of mighty ones, but that doesn't mean that she won't rule her own family. She may obey him, but she is their leader." It was true, just massively out of context. "So we are invited to the festival that sees her become ruler?" Nanu asked in wonder. "We are very important, aren't we?" It was finally a question Becky could answer honestly. She smiled and caressed the younger girl's cheek. "Yes, my love. We are very important to them. That's why they want us there." "What does the goddess' name means, Mistress?" queried Nanu. "Karen. It is so unusual to me." Another smile. Becky knew this tidbit, because she had laughed with her mentor about it so many times over the years they'd known one another. "Her names means 'Purity', my dear." Another wry face from Nanu. "But she fucks like Venus, Mistress. I'm not sure 'pure' is the best way to describe her." Becky restrained a giggle. "And the god? What does his name mean?" Becky happened to know that one as well, since the name was common enough. "His name means 'godlike', or 'like unto a god'." "Well at least that one makes sense," Nanu admitted. They continued walking, with Nanu gaping at just about everything. Mike and Karen were seeing to a small matter, and had suggested that Becky take Nanu for a stroll around the estate. Becky had to think about what might catch her attention, and what she'd even be able to understand. She'd already shown Nanu the service elevator, and the young woman was stunned how the tiny room could bring her to different places at the simple push of a button. Food always interested Nanu, but if they were staying for dinner, she could keep the little glutton out of the chef's way for a few hours. Glenda showed them the garage, with all the exotic and rare cars. Nanu seemed especially taken with the huge jeep and the bright red Countach. They found Ari in what was apparently an arcade (rich people, go figure!), and they watched while he played Street Fighter IV. Nanu looked on in fascination as Ari controlled the little man inside the box, making him beat up another little person. Before she got overstimulated and bloodthirsty (Becky was beginning to suspect that violence and sexual arousal were quite mated in Nanu's psyche), they went to find something else to look at. Soon, they found themselves in the compassion greenhouse. The rather pungent odor hit them the moment they opened the door. Nanu wrinkled her nose and pinched it shut with her fingers. "They grow asterion, Mistress?" she asked, her voice sounding funny before she was keeping her nose pinched shut. "I remember it from the house of my Flavian masters. We made ropes and rugs with it. They would bake the seeds into cakes. The cakes made me feel tired." Becky nodded. "It's a recreational substance in my time. They grow all sorts of things here, some of which will be very new to you." "I will get tired if we stay in here," Nanu said. "Just from the smell of the plants." Tempting, Becky thought, but ultimately decided against it. There was still lots to do, after all. They toured some of the other greenhouses before heading back into the Manor. In the foyer, they ran into two young women. Becky stepped up to greet them. "Hi, I'm Becky, this is Nanu," she said, shaking their hands. The rather buxom brunette seemed very pleasant, although Becky could already tell she was a bit of a space cadet. The other one, a shorter girl with honey-blonde hair in a pixie cut, was lean and athletic, her hazel eyes observing everything. "Hi, I'm Jeanie," the brunette said cheerfully before looking at Nanu. "Oh, wow, look how pretty you are! I'll bet you're a big hit with all the boys, aren't you?" She bent her knees slightly, resting her hands on them so she was closer to Nanu's eye level. "And what grade are you in?" Becky restrained a giggle-snort, declining to translate for Nanu. The Egyptian girl looked up at her, a rather confused expression on her face. "What's the stupid girl asking me?" she wondered. "She just said you're very pretty and all the boys must love you," Becky selectively answered. "Well, she's right about that, at least, so maybe she's not completely stupid," Nanu sniffed. "Sorry, Jeanie," Becky said, turning her attention back to her new associate. "Nanu doesn't speak English, we speak Latin to one another. So unless you speak it too, I'll have to translate for you." "Oh, yeah, no," Jeanie replied, shaking her head. "Fre'n' me barely speak English, so I guess you're on duty for us with the Latin stuff." "Hey now," the pixie-haired girl said, giving Jeanie a look before also stepping forward. She was wearing some chinos and a tank top, her jacket thrown over her shoulder. She shook Becky's hand. "Hello, I am Freja. We have been hearing about you both, I am honored." She smiled at Nanu now. "I am happy to meet you, Nanu." Becky translated, but Nanu didn't seem to hear what she was saying, since she was focused on Freja. The Danish girl was not much taller than her, but also had tiny tits, barely worth mentioning. She was smirking as Freja put out her hand, and instead of shaking it, she simply put her hands on her hips and pushed her chest forward slightly, thrusting out her tits. Freja faltered somewhat at the sight of them on display like that. "Anyhows," Freja said, turning her attention back to Becky, even if her wife was still staring at Nanu's chest. For a tiny girl, she had a huge rack. "Jeanette is my wife, we are pleased to be making your acquaintances. You ams staying for dinner?" Becky nodded, ignoring the fact that Nanu was turning slowly left and right, showing off her bust in profile. "The profs convinced me to come work as a Physics teacher at the uni. Do you two go there?" "Yes," Freja confirmed. "Jeanette is in Health and Nutrition Sciences, and I ams at the Skule." "Ooh, an engineer," Becky breathed, smiling. "Love it! You'll probs end up building a lot of the equipment I need in order to; Nanu, stop that, you brat!" She nudged the smaller woman with her hip since Nanu was cupping her tits and squishing them together. Either one of her tits was much bigger than both of Freja's, and clearly the girl was self-conscious about it. This was no doubt some leftover competition and survival trait in Nanu, finding advantage in whatever form it came. Given how she'd been mocked the other night at the bar, maybe she shouldn't be surprised. Still, she couldn't let her behave that way. "Jeanie, honey," she said, smiling at the other half of the married couple. "Would you mind taking Nanu and finding her a bathroom? I want to pick your wife's brain about something with engineering." "Oh, a hundred p," the brunette said, nodding and taking Nanu by the hand. "How'd you say 'Let's go pee' in Latin?" Becky couldn't believe she was saying this, but obliged. "Eamus mingere." "C'mon, Nanu," Jeanie said to the confused Egyptian girl, leading her off. "Eat a moose lingerie." "Even for her, that was nowhere near the close," Freja sighed as she walked along with Becky now. "I just wanted to get Nanu away from you, she gets competitive," Becky said. "Sorry about that. She was raised as a slave, so she has a survival mode about not being the smallest and weakest." "And my tits, they are smallest and weakest," the Danish girl muttered. "Oh, I think they suit you just fine," Becky said helpfully, taking Freja's hand and giving it a squeeze. "'sides, I kinda want to get a look at the rest of you without Nanu around, you look pretty muscular." Freja smiled. "I works out a lot, I guess. I played fodbold, your soccer, and also field hockey. I do some martial arts as well." "Ooh, tell me!" Becky said, pulling Freja into an unused lounge. "Tell me what you take and I'll tell you what I practice." Freja put down her coat and stood there, letting Becky see her body, although she still had her clothes on. Her shoulder muscles were obvious, but she lifted her tank top enough to show up her segmented and rock-hard abs. "I ams having a black belt in Grace Jujutsu, as well as Kenpo, and I also know Fujian White Crane. What do you practice?" "Krav Maga," Becky replied, lifting her own shirt enough to show off her smooth, firm midsection to her new friend. "Started quite a few years ago, mostly to blow off any sexual frustration, and to deal with guys who get too handsy, you know?" Freja smiled and nodded. "I believe you, for you are very well sexy-built. But we should spar, I would love to try myself against your Krav Maga." "I would love that too, Freja," Becky purred, her smile becoming sensual. "Win or lose, gonna love it. But haven't you tried sparring with the big man before?" "Once," Freja said, shaking her head. "He literally squashed me like a bug. I lasted three seconds and he just squashed me." Becky giggled. "He was the one who began teaching me Krav Maga, and every time I spar with him, I get squashed too. I think of them as sex injuries, you know?" Freja laughed. "Jeanette and I, we fuck the profs occasionally, so yes, I understand. We are lovers to them, and to their son and his wife, Karen's younger sister, Alexandra." "They were telling me about that whole arrangement, but I'm gonna need time to sort it out," Becky admitted. "It sounds like it was a helluva year." "I met my wife and married her because of Alex and Alexandra," Freja said, shucking her tank top now and just leaving her tits exposed. She didn't mind. "And what I can guarantee you, Rebecca, is that when you see Alex and Alexandra together, it will make you very happy." "Honey, I don't doubt that one bit," Becky said, pulling her own shirt off and then unhooking her bra. In a bathroom down the way. "See, this is pretty nice, right?" Jeanie said, sitting on the ornate but comfy chair, her chin on her hand while she looked at Nanu, who was simply sitting on the toilet with her pants around her ankles. She'd already managed to go pee, but apparently this stupid girl hadn't noticed and was still talking to her. "Li'l bit of girl bonding time, right?" "You really are dumb, aren't you?" Nanu said, trying to keep the snide tone out of her voice, in case the stupid girl tattled on her to Mistress. "I'm done going piss, now what?" "Oh, I've got an idea," Jeanie said rather eagerly. She pulled her shirt over her head, and then quickly undid her bra, letting her tits fall out. Nanu's eyes widened for a moment as she stared. They weren't the largest she'd ever seen, the goddess' were certainly bigger, and her Mistress' probably were too. But this dumb girl wore them well, and she clearly didn't mind showing them off at a moment's notice. "Now show me yours," Jeanie said, pointing at Nanu's shirt. The Egyptian girl shrugged and peeled off her shirt, and the stupid bra thing underneath, leaving her as exposed as her companion. Jeanie nodded approvingly as she assessed Nanu's tits. "Nice, we can have a lot of fun with those," Jeanie said, getting up and coming to kneel in front of Nanu now. She put her hands on Nanu's tits and fondled them, feeling around and giving them a good squeeze. "Yeah, these're primo, babe. Well done." Nanu didn't have a damn clue what the dunce was saying, but her tone indicated she liked Nanu's tits, and as a result, Nanu was getting groped. She didn't object at all. "Mind if I?" Jeanie asked, not waiting for an answer before leaning in and starting to swirl her tongue around one of her new friend's nipples. Nanu shivered and gasped, decidedly not objecting to this treatment. She hadn't been fucked in over an hour, so this was a good start. She reached forward and groped the brunette's big tits, liking how heavy they felt in her hand. She could feel herself getting wet, and wanted to do things with this girl now. "Hmm, new and better idea;” Jeanie said, pulling back and standing up long enough to go over to a closet and pulling out a large, plush towel. She remembered they were in there after her unfortunate encounter a few weeks earlier with the neighbor kid, who turned out to be necrotic, or narcosomic, or something. She laid the towel out on the marble floor, and then smiled at Nanu, patting the towel and indicating she should lie down. Nanu got off the toilet and laid down on her back as instructed, looking up at the dumb girl. Jeanie smiled and crawled partially over the smaller girl, her tits now hovering over Nanu's face, the nipples touching her nose. She eased down some more until Nanu could get one of the nipples in her mouth easily. Nanu began licking, tonguing and sucking readily. "Hmm, Jeanie for the win with the good ideas," the larger girl sighed, now craning down and beginning to suck and lick on Nanu's ample tits, the two of them losing themselves in the moment. Neither would feel the need to come up for air any time soon. Back in the other room. Becky grunted and strained, lying on her back and hands flexing against the floor. She was pushing with her hamstrings and her ass muscles, sweat streaming now from her nearly naked form. All she was wearing were her thong panties, and it still felt like she had too much on. Freja was lying opposite her, also just in her thong. They both had one leg in the air, locked against each near the ankle, and they were pushing hard, trying to overpower one another. It had been some time since Becky had engaged in a good bout of (the unfortunately named) Indian leg wrestling. Becky gasped and groaned, wondering if Freja was in as much discomfort as she was. She had the height advantage, a longer leg, so presumably more leverage, but Freja was very strong, her body a little bundle of muscle, which Becky had not appreciated until they'd decided on this little contest and they both stripped down. Whatever she lacked in the tits department, Freja made up for in the powerful ass department. Becky wouldn't be surprised if the little Danish girl could crack walnuts open between those cheeks. She heard Freja moan, taking heart that her opponent was working as hard as she was, although they remained in a deadlock at this point. If she couldn't overpower Freja, she'd simply have to hope to outlast her, until Freja's muscles were jelly and she gave up. They hadn't really decided on what the prize was for whoever won, but she held no doubt they'd both enjoy it. "Uh, fuck;” Freja rasped, her leg trembling every bit as much as Becky's. "You ams strong, like Alexandra or Andrea." "I'll take that; as a compliment;” Becky panted, her warm skin slick against the floor. She hoped she didn't stain the marble, she'd have a hard time explaining that to the profs. "You're really damn strong too, babe;” After almost two more minutes of straining and groaning, the strength of both women gave out at the exact same moment. Their legs bent and collapsed down, both of them breathing heavily, supremely tired from the contest. They slowly rolled onto their sides, almost going fetal as they tried to catch their breath. "That was; very difficult;” Freja managed to say. "I'm not gonna like walking on that leg for a week," Becky replied, thinking about the amount of grapefruit juice she was going to be drinking to deal with the lactic acid buildup in her leg and ass muscles. She hoped she wouldn't have to chase Nanu anywhere. "I guess it was a tie?" "Next time, we will make it a sexfight," Freja breathed, thinking she'd need a forklift to get her upright. "That will be easier on my body." "You have a deal, Fre;” Becky said wearily, hoping the profs didn't find her like this. Thankfully, the muscle pains subsided relatively quickly and easily, even if she knew she was going to be sore tomorrow. She found Nanu with Jeanie, and they both seemed much more refreshed and cheerful than her and Freja. She had a sneaking suspicion as to why. Nanu hadn't been in Freja's presence more than three seconds before she thrust her chest forward again, making sure the Danish girl knew who the mayor of Titty-Town was, even if she wasn't quite so blatant about it this time. They'd all gone to the kitchen so that Becky and Freja could rehydrate themselves a little. Freja was just drinking bicarbonate in water, whereas Theresa supplied Becky with her grapefruit juice. Nanu and Jeanie were drinking milk, and the two girls giggled at one another while they downed their glasses. Jeanie and Freja excused themselves, needing to get back to their condo. Jeanie hugged Nanu, making sure they squished their tits together, then did the same with Becky, although perhaps not quite as familiarly. Freja hugged Becky and then took a chance on hugging Nanu to say goodbye. Nanu accepted the hug, but made sure she pressed her tits right into Freja's reminding her who was in charge. Freja sighed, and they made their exit. "Miss Fischer, Mr. and Mrs. DeBourne will meet you in the Spencer Study now," Tatyana said, entering the room and nodding. "They apologize for the delay, things are just rather busy right now." "Well, what with finals coming, and the big ol' housewarmings, I'm not surprised," Becky said cheerfully, taking Nanu's hand and allowing Tatyana to take them to the aforementioned Spencer Study. Inside, Mike and Karen were sitting on a long, ornate chesterfield. Becky strolled in and sat down on a loveseat just across from them, joined by Nanu. Once again, the Egyptian girl seemed to be keeping her eyes averted. "I hope you don't mind, Rebecca, I thought we might continue having more of your delightful wine," Karen said, pouring some glasses. "I'm glad you like it, and especially glad that you aren't asking questions," Becky answered, relieved that her mentors seemed to genuinely understand her predicament, even if they couldn't understand her predicament. "I promise, I'll scare up some more for you." They were happily discussing Becky's future employment at the university, with Mike and Karen almost teasing her with tempting tidbits about all the latest research into quantum crystallography. Nanu listened quietly, understanding nothing, but knowing that whatever was being discussed was important. It was about making her Mistress happy, and nothing was more important to her than that. Well, getting fucked was as important, but clearly she could have both, so why quibble? Soon enough, they were joined by another person, whom Becky and Nanu turned to meet. A tall, young, and incredibly handsome blond man strolled in casually, wearing an infectious grin that Becky would recognize anywhere, even if she hadn't met him some years ago. He was so very obviously a DeBourne. Nanu's eyes went wide again, and she trembled in fear. "There you are, child-mine," Karen said as Alex walked into the study. "You remember Miss Fischer, yes?" "Of course," he said, smiling genially as he walked over to where the guest was sitting with another, smaller and exotic-looking girl. She stood up and he shook her hand, which was firm, friendly, and warm. A definite turn-on. "It's good to see you again, Ms. Fischer." "Oh, God, call me Becky, please," she said, trying to not blatantly ogle her professors' son. He was so much like Mike, only distilled into a more human-sized form, with enchanting electric blue eyes that radiated humor. But there was also a cool aloofness beneath, if he cared to let it be seen, and that was something he got from his regal mother. "You've grown up, Alex, and you were a lady-killer when you were just thirteen, I recall." "Well, everyone kept sayin' you were too old for me, so I had a wait a few years," he quipped, making her laugh. "Who's your friend, Becks?" Becky shook her head, since his new name for her reminded her of Mark. Still, it gave her a tingle when Alex said it, so she didn't exactly mind. He was more than free to keep calling her that. "Alex, this is Nanu. She's staying with me for the foreseeable future." Alex was going to shake Nanu's hand, but instead she slipped down to her knees, staring up at him in reverent awe before dropping her head to look at the floor. She began speaking quietly, her voice little more than a mumble. Alex raised an eyebrow before glancing over at his mother and father, who were still sitting on the large chesterfield. "Is she speaking Coptic? That's Coptic, isn't it? I don't speak that one yet." "Maybe if you were an elder of the church and showed a little more liturgical piety," Karen sniffed, holding her wine glass as she watched and assessed her son and his reactions. "Nanu is from very small-town Egypt, but she speaks Imperial Latin." Becky watched on, intrigued as he looked down at her again. "Please get up;” he instructed in the language of Imperial Rome. Nanu stood, but kept her eyes averted, even while he was addressing her. He smiled at her. "Nanu, I'm Alex. My full name is Alexander." She dared to look up at him again. He was a head, shoulders, and half a chest taller than her. She barely cleared his dad's abdomen. But she was certainly stacked for such a small girl. She had the build of a dancer, except with big tits. "The conqueror is named after you," she said in a hushed tone. "Alexander;” Alex looked back at his parents and Becky. "Does she think I'm a god? She's clearly not Muslim or Syriac Christian." "We haven't quite figured out what she makes of us," Mike replied, his deep voice from behind her making Nanu almost shiver and squeeze her eyes shut. This had been quite the day for her, and she'd met three gods now. How many people could say that? "Well, better you guys spend time thinkin' about it than me," Alex concluded, kneeling down so that he was eye-level with Nanu, taking her hands and smiling. She trembled at the touch. "Welcome to my home, Nanu;” he said cheerfully. She looked like she might faint. Her heart was thundering in her chest again, and she felt dizzy. "I hear you're due to get married, Alex," Becky mentioned, taking the pressure off Nanu before she just expired right there on the Persian rug. "Your aunt?" "Yep," Alex said, rising while gesturing for Becky and Nanu to sit again, which they did, Nanu somewhat unsteadily. Becky gave her some water while Alex eased himself onto the chesterfield next to Becky. Half a second later, Valentina brought in more drinks. Becky smirked at the steaming blue beverage waiting for Alex. Apparently it was some nerdy thing called a 'Romulan Ale'. "Mom's sister that I'm named after. "I take it you've heard the whole crazy story?" "Crazy stories seem to be the theme of this past year," Becky agreed. "Damned if I can get into mine, though. I am looking forward to meeting her as well, though. Your mom and dad have mentioned her over the years, the fact that she was missing from your lives. She and your grandmother were gone by the time I knew them." "Speaking of my baby sister, would you happen to know her whereabouts?" Karen asked, looking at her son. "She went with Aunt Jen to the pub while I was in class," he replied, nodding to Val in approval as he tried his drink. "Aunt Jen had a bunch a followers, so she took them all for a drink." "Meaning it'll somehow magically happen on my tab," Karen muttered while Mike patted her shoulder. "When was that?" "Alexa only had a half day, so they're probably almost home by now," he replied. "Aunt Jen really likes Theresa's coq au vin." He looked at Becky and Nanu now. "You two staying for dinner? Theresa makes killer food." "Well, your chef's bologna hasn't had any disastrous effects on Nanu's digestive tract, so I assume fresh poultry ought to be fine," Becky mused. "Nitrates and preservatives are the enemy, eh?" the young man laughed, once again reminding Becky of his father and giving her a tingle. They finished their drinks and Mike and Karen agreed to take them on a small tour. Becky was rather interested in the energy-saving measures, like the solar panels and the thermochromic windows. They were all touring the temperate produce greenhouse (called the 'Orangerie') some while later when two people joined them. "We're back, and we're not even hammered," the tall, gorgeous blonde chimed musically, the air of the room lightening with her presence. Even the resident butterflies of the Orangerie seemed to dance about when she was near them. She walked right up to Becky and hugged her. "You must be Becky! I've heard a lot about you." "I've heard a lot about you too, but I never would've believed anyone could be as stacked as your older sister," Becky replied, happily returning the squishy hug. "Let me introduce Nanu. Unless you speak Coptic, you'll need to speak Latin to her." "Hi, Nanu!" Alex almost sang as she knelt and hugged the shorter girl. Nanu's eyes looked like they might just spring out of her head before she swooned, not even having a chance to get on her knees and avert her eyes. "I'm Alexa!" "A; leks...a;” the Egyptian girl murmured as the tall, blonde goddess finally released her. She didn't go to her knees, she simply gazed at Alexa in quiet awe. This had been quite a day for her, even by her standards recently. "And I'm Jenny, lovey," the countess said, walking over and giving Becky a hug. "Chuffed to have you around. Have the lord and lady of the manor made their proposal to you yet?" "They have, and I've accepted, countess," Becky replied, enjoying yet another squishy, sexy hug. She had no doubt she'd end up fucking these two women eventually, if not Alex. She'd never had sex with a countess before, just a French noblewoman that she was reasonably certain was her own ancestor. "I could use the pay upgrade, certainly. Gotta pay for the classes to keep this bod toned somehow." "Delighted to hear it," Jenny said cheerfully, the two women still holding one another by the waist as they smiled at each other. Mike and Karen looked on, trying not to smirk. "And you're quite lovely, my dear. Certainly it won't hurt to' "Oh my gosh;” Alexa breathed, looking at the floor as an epiphany shivered through her. She looked up at Becky and Jenny. "We've gotta do that." "Do what, darling?" Jenny asked, looking at her but still holding Becky, their hips touching. "Well, look at us," Alexa said, coming over and inserting herself into the small hug, which was now a three-way. "Three tall, gorgeous blondes; we need to form a clique, or a union or something." "I've never belonged to a union," Jenny mused. "I've never not belonged to a union," Becky added. "Don't think I've been in a clique, though." "Yeah, but where's this ever happen?" Alexa said, pointing at each of them in turn. "Three natural blonde goddesses all together, none of us made of plastic or silicone; we're the world's most awesome and exclusive clique." "A Trinity," Alex added rather unhelpfully. "Yes!" Alexa said loudly, turning and pointing at Alex in excitement while Karen favored her son with a sour look for encouraging this. "The Trinity! That's it exactly!" She took Becky and Jenny by the hands and began pulling them out of the Orangerie, confusing the butterflies. "C'mon! We've gotta go take pics to celebrate our formation;” "Take care of Nanu for me," Becky called back, getting pulled along in Alexa's wake, as was the countess. The girl was frighteningly strong when she was exited; Becky would be amazed if even Andrea was stronger than Alexa. "Feed her or something', that'll keep her occupied." Nanu watched her Mistress disappear with the golden-haired goddess with the giant tits, along with the other woman. Seconds later, the three gods she was left with all turned to look down at her. She stared back at them awkwardly for a moment before opening her mouth and pointing at her gullet, then licking her lips and rubbing her belly. She looks like Nibbles the Mouse from those old Tom and Jerry cartoons when she does that," Alex observed. "Well, let's go see if Theresa can scare up some more bologna for her," the golden-eyed goddess named Karen mused, holding out her hand for the Nanu to take. "Ba-lo;” Nanu said eagerly as she followed Karen out of the Orangerie. "Ba-lo;” Soon enough she'd be eating again, and hopefully someone would fuck her. She hadn't anticipated anything like this happening to her, and she owed it all to her Mistress and the god-machine. It was a good day to be Nanu Tehemet. A study on the third floor. "Okay, so," Alexa began, herding the two women into the room and then closing the door for privacy. "This is gonna be awesome, the world's most elite clique." "It would be nice to belong to something Kat cannot dominate," Jenny mused, nodding. "What does our clique do?" "Just exist to show off how wonderful it is to be a blonde goddess," Alexa reasoned, rubbing her hands together and then assessing them both for a moment. "I mean, we're gotta spread the truth, right?" "Good enough for me," Becky declared readily, watching Alexa go over to a closet and pull out an expensive-looking camera and tripod. "Lotsa pics in various states of dress and undress?" &l

RANGER ​​Refinance the house Refinance the boat Refinance the— Doing the most Refinance the cat Refinance the dog Finance the—? Fuck it. Refinance the Ranger (I'm doing the most) How dare you? Bitch I said that shit just to scare you Bitch you a demon! I ate the peas out the can And I hope that you see this What in the fuck do you mean I see and hear things I sea and here that, I failed the test now But passed the bar Wow You're funny Refinance the payment to fuck me Over You don't even know her So the glove don't fit? You still killed that bitch, OJ! Okay That a big ball player I'm a big black finger up your ass; What's cracking? Doing the work of the crackers I screenshot and capture Refinance the black list You act on behalf of the TRAP Refinance the TAP Refinance the cap and gown Cause I'm already drowning Refinance the black and brown Cause you know that I'm proud But I'm sitting her pouting (Wut) Refinance the land Refinance the Indian reservation where my dad at Refinance the car Refinance the boat Ok, Fuckit Refinance the Ranger Refinance the house Refinance the boat Refinance the— Doing the most Refinance the cat Refinance the dog Finance the—? Fuck it. Refinance the Ranger (I'm doing the most) Refinance the Ranger Refinance the house Refinance the boat Refinance the— Doing the most Refinance the cat Refinance the dog Finance the—? Fuck it. Refinance the Ranger Fresh from the land of a thousand suns And I stil don't know which stone to land on No random environment; I underwent the whole attorney And still met with resistance I just asked an an amphetamine as if it was A supplement to my existence In fact, it is, An edifice or m addition to my nutrition deficit And I says, For whatever's lost but goes on, Fight for rich or poorer while the poorer suffer longer No longer argue my agreements, Distance to whatever's after There I rest upon the sober throne, And throwing watermelon seeds into the ground as as stones, For may as well without the water And also sure to rot, Or waste as rats, Computer paper, There again Recycling bins of compost Just for show, but not for shredded paper No, no longer or wonder my nonsense, In fact, I, raging there had kept no more a suffer than a secret to be sure of here— And sure of her I was and sheer and gathered Torment your emotions, Also just to want but not to have As those that matter. So I've called in all the white clothes Now we represent with denim. And I'm stuck inside your television Stuck inside your television Don't you know you've shown you're weakness in the purest of hatred, Separating yourselfs as the basis for this Depreciation? Wonder, again I wonder And still no sad trombones, Only stories, and somber surfers And solemn whores and silent wars with words And sundries From the land of one thousand suns And a thousand sons you've lost A thousand wars, A thousand girls who want you Gathered over rails and velvet theatre ropes for it Rare. But slightly often scored, Parched, And barely long forgotten, Tipping, And waiting only This bitch comes on the train and smells like soup. Don't look at me as if I'm the one to have done something, I've no cardboard box but rather lift my chin at Whole Foods market over bags or water. You know it? I also do that for the dozen, No trend follows, or feathered gathered, Hollow winds and tunnels Tunnels sent and shadows I hadn't been pin pricked I never been picked out Blow the candles for which wish? I've be ever been bound to love Or celebrated by another besides my mother But here's so sensory deprivation, Overstimulation lol I love getting on the train and just happening to see a dude who is not listening to his dumb fucking girlfriend But she won't shut the fuck up He's just standing there like “Clearly I'm getting sex out of this” And she won't stop talking. I love that. I'm like “bitch, shut up.” He's like “Help me.” I'm like Not my problem, broskies, You better look interested instead of over here. Anyway, another year's gone by and no one's here for me. Anyway, another son was born without my honor. Anyway, I want to lap it up like all the water on the floor Before I realized it was gold, And I was slaughtered No use crying over spilled galaxies, Still you're trapped in I, And I'm found to want more than I decided If I'm divided and clustered up And yet I'm divine then, I should gather all I've had Combine it into one —and yet Another columbine has come As if they're all occurrences, Just set to Apple Watches And broadcast t'all the provences. In a cinch I've just realized I've the trench coat to match your jacket But no longer the converse all stars And you've seen to washed yours off from my angle Simple single triangle and spheres for fears of masturbating, Crash the grate at all the hours, Never really gravitating for anything important, Only alt-right Can't afford that All your penlaltied for real to mean political rallies or ambitions act as barriers to those that actually ally. Who am I? That's right? I can't belay in body! Oh, I can't to grip the shadows Boxing with the cat for your night V.O We were friends with the humans— Most of our job is finding out what happened with them. Future people Vintage potluck All out time And all our hard work All our bad luck All our warns Fell on her shores as lodes for her Oh, How his legs fall so calmly one over the other Or, How his songs flow not as words, but heart strings Our melodies will walk in chords for all time For now if ta zzz A as te r ( I love when i get off the train and that happens) What a brilliant blue, Yea, in fact, its cerulean Yes, in fact, if you can Facts to rule them all, so If you fax, try to call, here goes all your worry Here's your love; None For the facts you were sure to walk about, now you're our, gone From the top Don't ever forget you're on watch I've got a whole heart full of freedom Just don't look up from your phone e They brought you jo now pull you don't a bit You're a clown, it seems But no activists They heil Hitler in central Bedford No articles of new clothing l, huh? They love to watch all your digging They call it hyper vigilance because racism in New York can be so violent That its strength lies not only in money and power but nearly balanced numbers Which justifies hurtful and aggressive actions as adaptations to the changing world They see themselves as the controllers Still slave master but in such a context That they mask the hatred that lies under the surface as social issues of another kind it seems to hurt in another way you can't always tell the doctor. Copyright © The Complex Collective 2025 The Festival Project, Inc. ™ All rights reserved. Chroma111. Copyright © The Complex Collective 2025. [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] All rights reserved. UNAUTHORIZED REPRODUCTION OR DISTRIBUTION IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED BY LAW. INFRIGMENT IS PUNSHABLE BY FEDERAL LAW LEGAL NOTICE / ARTIST STATEMENT Project: The Festival Project ™ (Season 12) Genre: Speculative Auto-Ethnography / Social Surrealism Disclaimer: This document is a work of creative non-fiction and political satire. While inspired by the author's lived experiences with systemic oppression, housing displacement, and surveillance, the narrative employs stylized fragmentation, stream-of-consciousness, and metaphor to dramatize the psychological impact of these events. The "characters" and "dialogue" herein are artistic devices used to critique historical and modern power structures. This text should be viewed as a performative artistic expression protected under the First Amendment, and not as a literal transcript of clinical psychosis or a formal sworn affidavit. This is a character study of 'Chroma111,' the collective artworks of a musician living in a dystopian surveillance state. The erratic language is a stylistic choice to represent the character's psychological deterioration under systemic oppression. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

RANGER ​​Refinance the house Refinance the boat Refinance the— Doing the most Refinance the cat Refinance the dog Finance the—? Fuck it. Refinance the Ranger (I'm doing the most) How dare you? Bitch I said that shit just to scare you Bitch you a demon! I ate the peas out the can And I hope that you see this What in the fuck do you mean I see and hear things I sea and here that, I failed the test now But passed the bar Wow You're funny Refinance the payment to fuck me Over You don't even know her So the glove don't fit? You still killed that bitch, OJ! Okay That a big ball player I'm a big black finger up your ass; What's cracking? Doing the work of the crackers I screenshot and capture Refinance the black list You act on behalf of the TRAP Refinance the TAP Refinance the cap and gown Cause I'm already drowning Refinance the black and brown Cause you know that I'm proud But I'm sitting her pouting (Wut) Refinance the land Refinance the Indian reservation where my dad at Refinance the car Refinance the boat Ok, Fuckit Refinance the Ranger Refinance the house Refinance the boat Refinance the— Doing the most Refinance the cat Refinance the dog Finance the—? Fuck it. Refinance the Ranger (I'm doing the most) Refinance the Ranger Refinance the house Refinance the boat Refinance the— Doing the most Refinance the cat Refinance the dog Finance the—? Fuck it. Refinance the Ranger Fresh from the land of a thousand suns And I stil don't know which stone to land on No random environment; I underwent the whole attorney And still met with resistance I just asked an an amphetamine as if it was A supplement to my existence In fact, it is, An edifice or m addition to my nutrition deficit And I says, For whatever's lost but goes on, Fight for rich or poorer while the poorer suffer longer No longer argue my agreements, Distance to whatever's after There I rest upon the sober throne, And throwing watermelon seeds into the ground as as stones, For may as well without the water And also sure to rot, Or waste as rats, Computer paper, There again Recycling bins of compost Just for show, but not for shredded paper No, no longer or wonder my nonsense, In fact, I, raging there had kept no more a suffer than a secret to be sure of here— And sure of her I was and sheer and gathered Torment your emotions, Also just to want but not to have As those that matter. So I've called in all the white clothes Now we represent with denim. And I'm stuck inside your television Stuck inside your television Don't you know you've shown you're weakness in the purest of hatred, Separating yourselfs as the basis for this Depreciation? Wonder, again I wonder And still no sad trombones, Only stories, and somber surfers And solemn whores and silent wars with words And sundries From the land of one thousand suns And a thousand sons you've lost A thousand wars, A thousand girls who want you Gathered over rails and velvet theatre ropes for it Rare. But slightly often scored, Parched, And barely long forgotten, Tipping, And waiting only This bitch comes on the train and smells like soup. Don't look at me as if I'm the one to have done something, I've no cardboard box but rather lift my chin at Whole Foods market over bags or water. You know it? I also do that for the dozen, No trend follows, or feathered gathered, Hollow winds and tunnels Tunnels sent and shadows I hadn't been pin pricked I never been picked out Blow the candles for which wish? I've be ever been bound to love Or celebrated by another besides my mother But here's so sensory deprivation, Overstimulation lol I love getting on the train and just happening to see a dude who is not listening to his dumb fucking girlfriend But she won't shut the fuck up He's just standing there like “Clearly I'm getting sex out of this” And she won't stop talking. I love that. I'm like “bitch, shut up.” He's like “Help me.” I'm like Not my problem, broskies, You better look interested instead of over here. Anyway, another year's gone by and no one's here for me. Anyway, another son was born without my honor. Anyway, I want to lap it up like all the water on the floor Before I realized it was gold, And I was slaughtered No use crying over spilled galaxies, Still you're trapped in I, And I'm found to want more than I decided If I'm divided and clustered up And yet I'm divine then, I should gather all I've had Combine it into one —and yet Another columbine has come As if they're all occurrences, Just set to Apple Watches And broadcast t'all the provences. In a cinch I've just realized I've the trench coat to match your jacket But no longer the converse all stars And you've seen to washed yours off from my angle Simple single triangle and spheres for fears of masturbating, Crash the grate at all the hours, Never really gravitating for anything important, Only alt-right Can't afford that All your penlaltied for real to mean political rallies or ambitions act as barriers to those that actually ally. Who am I? That's right? I can't belay in body! Oh, I can't to grip the shadows Boxing with the cat for your night V.O We were friends with the humans— Most of our job is finding out what happened with them. Future people Vintage potluck All out time And all our hard work All our bad luck All our warns Fell on her shores as lodes for her Oh, How his legs fall so calmly one over the other Or, How his songs flow not as words, but heart strings Our melodies will walk in chords for all time For now if ta zzz A as te r ( I love when i get off the train and that happens) What a brilliant blue, Yea, in fact, its cerulean Yes, in fact, if you can Facts to rule them all, so If you fax, try to call, here goes all your worry Here's your love; None For the facts you were sure to walk about, now you're our, gone From the top Don't ever forget you're on watch I've got a whole heart full of freedom Just don't look up from your phone e They brought you jo now pull you don't a bit You're a clown, it seems But no activists They heil Hitler in central Bedford No articles of new clothing l, huh? They love to watch all your digging They call it hyper vigilance because racism in New York can be so violent That its strength lies not only in money and power but nearly balanced numbers Which justifies hurtful and aggressive actions as adaptations to the changing world They see themselves as the controllers Still slave master but in such a context That they mask the hatred that lies under the surface as social issues of another kind it seems to hurt in another way you can't always tell the doctor. Copyright © The Complex Collective 2025 The Festival Project, Inc. ™ All rights reserved. Chroma111. Copyright © The Complex Collective 2025. [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] All rights reserved. UNAUTHORIZED REPRODUCTION OR DISTRIBUTION IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED BY LAW. INFRIGMENT IS PUNSHABLE BY FEDERAL LAW LEGAL NOTICE / ARTIST STATEMENT Project: The Festival Project ™ (Season 12) Genre: Speculative Auto-Ethnography / Social Surrealism Disclaimer: This document is a work of creative non-fiction and political satire. While inspired by the author's lived experiences with systemic oppression, housing displacement, and surveillance, the narrative employs stylized fragmentation, stream-of-consciousness, and metaphor to dramatize the psychological impact of these events. The "characters" and "dialogue" herein are artistic devices used to critique historical and modern power structures. This text should be viewed as a performative artistic expression protected under the First Amendment, and not as a literal transcript of clinical psychosis or a formal sworn affidavit. This is a character study of 'Chroma111,' the collective artworks of a musician living in a dystopian surveillance state. The erratic language is a stylistic choice to represent the character's psychological deterioration under systemic oppression. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

RANGER ​​Refinance the house Refinance the boat Refinance the— Doing the most Refinance the cat Refinance the dog Finance the—? Fuck it. Refinance the Ranger (I'm doing the most) How dare you? Bitch I said that shit just to scare you Bitch you a demon! I ate the peas out the can And I hope that you see this What in the fuck do you mean I see and hear things I sea and here that, I failed the test now But passed the bar Wow You're funny Refinance the payment to fuck me Over You don't even know her So the glove don't fit? You still killed that bitch, OJ! Okay That a big ball player I'm a big black finger up your ass; What's cracking? Doing the work of the crackers I screenshot and capture Refinance the black list You act on behalf of the TRAP Refinance the TAP Refinance the cap and gown Cause I'm already drowning Refinance the black and brown Cause you know that I'm proud But I'm sitting her pouting (Wut) Refinance the land Refinance the Indian reservation where my dad at Refinance the car Refinance the boat Ok, Fuckit Refinance the Ranger Refinance the house Refinance the boat Refinance the— Doing the most Refinance the cat Refinance the dog Finance the—? Fuck it. Refinance the Ranger (I'm doing the most) Refinance the Ranger Refinance the house Refinance the boat Refinance the— Doing the most Refinance the cat Refinance the dog Finance the—? Fuck it. Refinance the Ranger Fresh from the land of a thousand suns And I stil don't know which stone to land on No random environment; I underwent the whole attorney And still met with resistance I just asked an an amphetamine as if it was A supplement to my existence In fact, it is, An edifice or m addition to my nutrition deficit And I says, For whatever's lost but goes on, Fight for rich or poorer while the poorer suffer longer No longer argue my agreements, Distance to whatever's after There I rest upon the sober throne, And throwing watermelon seeds into the ground as as stones, For may as well without the water And also sure to rot, Or waste as rats, Computer paper, There again Recycling bins of compost Just for show, but not for shredded paper No, no longer or wonder my nonsense, In fact, I, raging there had kept no more a suffer than a secret to be sure of here— And sure of her I was and sheer and gathered Torment your emotions, Also just to want but not to have As those that matter. So I've called in all the white clothes Now we represent with denim. And I'm stuck inside your television Stuck inside your television Don't you know you've shown you're weakness in the purest of hatred, Separating yourselfs as the basis for this Depreciation? Wonder, again I wonder And still no sad trombones, Only stories, and somber surfers And solemn whores and silent wars with words And sundries From the land of one thousand suns And a thousand sons you've lost A thousand wars, A thousand girls who want you Gathered over rails and velvet theatre ropes for it Rare. But slightly often scored, Parched, And barely long forgotten, Tipping, And waiting only This bitch comes on the train and smells like soup. Don't look at me as if I'm the one to have done something, I've no cardboard box but rather lift my chin at Whole Foods market over bags or water. You know it? I also do that for the dozen, No trend follows, or feathered gathered, Hollow winds and tunnels Tunnels sent and shadows I hadn't been pin pricked I never been picked out Blow the candles for which wish? I've be ever been bound to love Or celebrated by another besides my mother But here's so sensory deprivation, Overstimulation lol I love getting on the train and just happening to see a dude who is not listening to his dumb fucking girlfriend But she won't shut the fuck up He's just standing there like “Clearly I'm getting sex out of this” And she won't stop talking. I love that. I'm like “bitch, shut up.” He's like “Help me.” I'm like Not my problem, broskies, You better look interested instead of over here. Anyway, another year's gone by and no one's here for me. Anyway, another son was born without my honor. Anyway, I want to lap it up like all the water on the floor Before I realized it was gold, And I was slaughtered No use crying over spilled galaxies, Still you're trapped in I, And I'm found to want more than I decided If I'm divided and clustered up And yet I'm divine then, I should gather all I've had Combine it into one —and yet Another columbine has come As if they're all occurrences, Just set to Apple Watches And broadcast t'all the provences. In a cinch I've just realized I've the trench coat to match your jacket But no longer the converse all stars And you've seen to washed yours off from my angle Simple single triangle and spheres for fears of masturbating, Crash the grate at all the hours, Never really gravitating for anything important, Only alt-right Can't afford that All your penlaltied for real to mean political rallies or ambitions act as barriers to those that actually ally. Who am I? That's right? I can't belay in body! Oh, I can't to grip the shadows Boxing with the cat for your night V.O We were friends with the humans— Most of our job is finding out what happened with them. Future people Vintage potluck All out time And all our hard work All our bad luck All our warns Fell on her shores as lodes for her Oh, How his legs fall so calmly one over the other Or, How his songs flow not as words, but heart strings Our melodies will walk in chords for all time For now if ta zzz A as te r ( I love when i get off the train and that happens) What a brilliant blue, Yea, in fact, its cerulean Yes, in fact, if you can Facts to rule them all, so If you fax, try to call, here goes all your worry Here's your love; None For the facts you were sure to walk about, now you're our, gone From the top Don't ever forget you're on watch I've got a whole heart full of freedom Just don't look up from your phone e They brought you jo now pull you don't a bit You're a clown, it seems But no activists They heil Hitler in central Bedford No articles of new clothing l, huh? They love to watch all your digging They call it hyper vigilance because racism in New York can be so violent That its strength lies not only in money and power but nearly balanced numbers Which justifies hurtful and aggressive actions as adaptations to the changing world They see themselves as the controllers Still slave master but in such a context That they mask the hatred that lies under the surface as social issues of another kind it seems to hurt in another way you can't always tell the doctor. Copyright © The Complex Collective 2025 The Festival Project, Inc. ™ All rights reserved. Chroma111. Copyright © The Complex Collective 2025. [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] All rights reserved. UNAUTHORIZED REPRODUCTION OR DISTRIBUTION IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED BY LAW. INFRIGMENT IS PUNSHABLE BY FEDERAL LAW LEGAL NOTICE / ARTIST STATEMENT Project: The Festival Project ™ (Season 12) Genre: Speculative Auto-Ethnography / Social Surrealism Disclaimer: This document is a work of creative non-fiction and political satire. While inspired by the author's lived experiences with systemic oppression, housing displacement, and surveillance, the narrative employs stylized fragmentation, stream-of-consciousness, and metaphor to dramatize the psychological impact of these events. The "characters" and "dialogue" herein are artistic devices used to critique historical and modern power structures. This text should be viewed as a performative artistic expression protected under the First Amendment, and not as a literal transcript of clinical psychosis or a formal sworn affidavit. This is a character study of 'Chroma111,' the collective artworks of a musician living in a dystopian surveillance state. The erratic language is a stylistic choice to represent the character's psychological deterioration under systemic oppression. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

This week on Lagos Meets London, we're joined by one of the UK's biggest podcasters FRED SANTANA of the iconic 90s Baby Show !Fred is one of the most influential voices in the Black British community, and in this episode, he sits down with our hosts fellow British-Nigerians & Nigerians for an unfiltered, hilarious and insightful conversation.We dive into:Would you swap your British passport for a Nigerian one… for £250,000?How Nigeria's “who you know” system affects everyday life⚽ Nigerian football culture, the Super Eagles & World Cup heartbreak

This week on Page 7 it's HENRY'S WORLD AND We're lucky to be livin' in it on this inaugural Thanksgiving episode filled with brotherboss butterfly kisses and goss' 'bout Keith Urban playing "Pink Pony Club" at a Mar-a-Lago Club party attended by Chappell Roan superfan Trump, and everyone's just so darn proud of Natural Jackie. Ariana Grande and Cynthia Erivo are now surgically attached at the wrist, Spongebob did a sexy shoot to prove he's totally not a livin' pile of tapioca pudding and nooo onnnneeee caaaaressss, dude! MJ prepares for a first viewing of "Addams Family Values", Henry reveals him and his tussy are gonna be on the road for Thanksgiving leaving Jackie with a Micro-Thanksgiving, some celeb Thanksgiving news including Wolfgang Van Halen and mother Valerie Bertinelli chain restaurant Thanksgivings. Henry recalls OJ being a regular at the bar of the hotel he stayed at for his wedding, and then we got a list that flashes back to a time of fewer labor and animal welfare laws with a LIST of old Hollywood publicity stunts that were SO WILD, they make today's studios LOOK LIKE CHILD'S PLAY (and I ain't TALKIN' THE MOVIE), and BLINDZ! Jackie's Snackies starts 'round 1:11:48.260 with MJ's Minute Munchies 'round 1:21:22.476 that runs until 1:24:16.164. All that and more on this week's Page 7!Want even more Page 7? Support us on Patreon! Patreon.com/Page7Podcast Subscribe to SiriusXM Podcasts+ to listen to new episodes of Page 7 ad-free.Start a free trial now on Apple Podcasts or by visiting siriusxm.com/podcastsplus. Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

What happens when one hypnotic suggestion unlocks a nightmare you can't shake? This week, Jackie and Danielle dive back into the eerie, underrated world of Stir of Echoes, the 1999 supernatural thriller that deserved way more love than it got. From Kevin Bacon's unhinged electrician energy to ghostly clues, chaotic neighbors, and one very dramatic basement, the No More Late Fees duo is ready to break it all down with their signature nostalgic wit.In this episode, the ladies revisit the film's wild plot twists, behind-the-scenes trivia, and the horror-meets-small-town mystery that made Stir of Echoes stand out—despite being overshadowed by The Sixth Sense. They unpack sleepy Y2K memories, compare psychic kids across late-90s cinema, debate the film's surprisingly heavy themes, and revisit that unforgettable final act. Along the way, you'll hear character analysis, fandom hot takes, production facts, and plenty of Jackie-and-Danielle banter, including their love-hate relationship with the movie's whiny wife, spooky sister-in-law, and OJ-obsessed Tom. Whether you're rewatching the film or discovering it for the first time, this episode brings all the creepy, funny, nostalgic vibes straight from your old Blockbuster nights.If you enjoy the show, don't forget to rate, review, and subscribe! Your support helps keep the late-fees nostalgia alive and ensures we can keep covering your favorite Y2K-era movies every week.Keywords: Stir of Echoes podcast, 1999 horror review, Kevin Bacon movies, supernatural thriller discussion, Richard Matheson adaptation, 90s movie nostalgia, horror podcast recap, No More Late Fees podcast, Y2K movie review, ghost story analysis, behind-the-scenes movie trivia, psychological horror breakdown·Season 5 Episode 28·—No More Late Fees ⁠https://nomorelatefeespodcast.com⁠909-601-NMLF (6653)—Follow Us on Social:Instagramhttps://www.instagram.com/nomorelatefees TikTokhttps://www.tiktok.com/@nomorelatefees Facebookhttps://www.facebook.com/nomorelatefeesYoutubehttps://www.youtube.com/@nomorelatefees Twitterhttps://x.com/NoMoreLateFees —CONQUERing⁠⁠myconquering.com⁠⁠10% Off Code: JACKIE10—DescriptCreator Plan 50% off 2 monthshttps://descript.cello.so/zp4OQqeIMdq

Jeff Bridges, her boyfriend, Jeff Beck, a fan boy, Roger Daltrey, the boy next door, and OJ & Nicole, her party guests. She can prove it. She's got Polaroids of all of them, and so many more. They're all in her new book, Tight Heads, available here at allnight-menu.com just in time for the holidays. It was great to sit down and catch up with my pal, Candy Clark. We used to run around BC (before COVID) and shared a bunch of Hollywood adventures, and bumped into each other at a concert or two. It's been way too long and more Zoom than not since the whole pandemic thing. Candy never stopped making the scene; I've barely dipped a toe. Time to change that. And with whom better than this exuberant, energetic, indefatigable beauty? We talked Candy's life change from Texas receptionist to New York model with $10 and a business card in her pocket. How she parlayed that to hooking up with American film royalty, an Academy Award nomination, co-starring with a rockstar, and partying with everybody, everywhere, all at once. Love this amazing woman who refuses to age or grow up. Thank God! Great stories, and she's so damn easy on the eyes. Candy Clark on Game Changers With Vicki Abelson- SWEET! Wednesday, 11/19/25, 5 PM PT/ 8 PM ET Streamed Live on my FB, YouTube & LinkedIn

What goes bump in the night giving Kyle a fright? This week its Presence (2024) directed by Steven Soderbergh. This film places the audience in the POV of a ghost as it haunts a family that just moved into a new home. Why is Kyle walking on eggshells? What was that chill Mat felt? Mirror, mirror on the wall, how did Kyle not see the ghost at all? Don't drink the OJ as the Boo Boys break it all down. 

Miami Dolphins Legend OJ McDuffie joins Game On. Dolphins keep winning and OJ is planning how the Dolphins could make the playoffs. How is OJ feeling about Ja'Marr Chase spitting on Jalen Ramsey over the weekend, has OJ ever been spat on during a game?

The Baller Lifestyle Podcast Episode 601 — “Penguins, Coke Cans & Crocodile Cocksmen” From TheBallerLifestyle.com — Hosted by Brian Beckner & Ed Daly Episode Summary The guys return for Episode 601 with a Thanksgiving week warm-up, chat about Ed's November beard, the horrors of AI thumbnails featuring random white dudes, and an emotional tour through this week's RIPs. They break down everything from Jimmy Kimmel's lifelong bandmate to a tragic Last Chance U figure — plus a food influencer, a one-hit-wonder frontman, and multiple legendary athletes. Then it's onto sports: a Texas state trooper's big-time bitch move, O.J.'s estate finally paying up, Matt Kalil's “two Coke can” situation, and the dangerous reality of NFL painkiller culture. The voicemails bring a penguin joke and pure chaos. In non-sports, the guys revisit Hitler's micro-penis allegations and Kim Kardashian's delusional approach to law school. Finally, the Crocodile Hunter's son is now an underwear model, Russians are dismembering crypto scammers, and New Jersey dudes are crashing DeLoreans while hauling 87 baggies of coke. Another beautiful week at TBLS. In This Episode Open of the Show Brian sets a 30-minute timer Thanksgiving episode previewed — the boys are digging into the Beverly Hills 90210 Thanksgiving episode Ed's annual November beard returns, much to Brian's annoyance AI thumbnails continue to give the show “two random white dudes who don't exist” RIP Section • Cleto Escobedo III (59) Jimmy Kimmel Live bandleader, childhood friend of Kimmel, died due to complications of cirrhosis. • John Beam (66) Legendary Last Chance U coach, shot and killed in Oakland. Influential mentor and long-time community figure. • Michael Duarte (36) — “Food With Bare Hands” Influencer with two million followers; reports call his passing a “horrible accident.” • Richard Darbyshire (65) Lead singer of 80s one-hit wonder Living in a Box. • Sally Kirkland (84) Oscar-nominated actress, early breast-implant activist. • Michael Ray “Sugar” Richardson (68) Four-time NBA All-Star known for legendary talent and a cocaine-fueled fall from the league. • Kenny Easley (66) Hall of Fame Seahawks safety, one of the great hitters of the 80s; reportedly suffered kidney issues from old NFL painkiller practices. Sports • Texas A&M State Trooper's Bitch Move Trooper shoulders South Carolina WR/track phenom Nyck Harbor, then starts yelling at him. Sent home mid-game. A&M energy at its peak. • South Carolina Coach Shane Beamer Gets Loud — Then Loses Up 30–3 at half. Ends up losing 31–30. Beautiful karma. • O.J. Simpson's Estate Finally Paying Fred Goldman More than 30 years later, Goldman may finally see millions from the civil judgment. Likely tied to monetizing OJ's likeness and closing out the estate. • Matt Kalil's “Two Coke Cans” Penis & Porn Offer Ex-wife says his size ended their marriage. Kalil now remarried to a Sports Illustrated model. Porn companies come calling. • Fantasy Football Sausage Making Painkillers, weed suspensions, tough guy culture. Ed and Brian discuss how ugly the NFL can be up close. Voicemail Corner From FanFanA penguin stops at a mechanic… ice cream… blows a seal…A classic late-stage Norm Macdonald–style journey to nowhere. The boys salute him. Non-Sports • DNA Suggests Hitler Had a Micro Penis & One Testicle A story that reappears every couple years. No one fact-checks because… who's defending Hitler's anatomy? • Kim Kardashian Failed the Bar — Blames Psychics Despite no law school attendance, Kim expected to pass because psychics told her so. The guys ask: Who would ever hire Kim as a lawyer? • The Crocodile Hunter's Son Is Now an Underwear Model Robert “Bob” Irwin drops a campaign featuring snakes and a very deliberate bulge. The internet… notices. • Russian Crypto Scammer & Wife Dismembered Stole $500 million through a fake app → kidnappers found his crypto wallet empty → heads and limbs removed. “Extortion plot” my ass — pure revenge. • New Jersey Man Crashes DeLorean With 87 Bags of Cocaine A very Jersey combination: 80s car, drug dealing, bad decisions. The boys locate the town and assess the local vibe. To Hear the Rest Patreon subscribers get the bonus content each week — including the extended show, deeper dives, and the bonus episode Fry.Patreon.com/TheBallerLifestylePodcast Follow the Show Website: TheBallerLifestyle.com Patreon: patreon.com/TheBallerLifestylePodcast Twitter/X: @TBLSPodcast Hosts: @BrianBeckner & @EZEdDaly Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

"I Knew This Conversation Was Coming" Shanay sends Matt and Anjelica back to the dating pool; the Davis family enjoy OJ mocktails while Teresa pulls an OJ getaway to avoid a breakup; the Merrifields officially add Lorrana to the confessional interviews; Billie Jean experiences some of the jealousy she's heard so much about. Find All Our Links in One Place: beacons.ai/survivingpod Love the Show?Be sure to subscribe, leave a review, and share the laughs with your fellow reality TV junkies! It helps more listeners find our show.Support Us on Patreon:Looking for bonus content, ad-free and early episodes, exclusive merch discounts, and a place to spill the tea with us on our private Discord server? Join us on Patreon!Shop Our Merch:Snag official Surviving Sister Wives and Surviving Reality merch to twin with us!Follow Us on TikTok:Join the fun for memes, updates, and more reality TV drama.Get in Touch:Got a hot take or a question for us? Email us at survivingpod@gmail.com Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

 "Just when you think you know everything about the OJ Simpson case, what new truths are waiting to be uncovered?" This episode of The Sandy Show invites listeners on a journey through headlines, history, and pop culture moments that continue to spark debate and curiosity. Hosts Sandy McIlree and Tricia open with playful banter about family quirks and childhood memories, setting a warm and relatable tone.Key Moments & ThemesOJ Simpson Case Revisited: Tricia breaks down the latest developments in the decades-old legal saga, including a staggering $58 million settlement and the unwavering determination of Fred Goldman. Sandy and Tricia reflect on the emotional impact, the legendary legal defense, and the haunting legacy of the case. Notable quote: “Just when you think you knew everything about the OJ Simpson case, you watch that documentary and you're like, holy crap.”Pop Culture Flashbacks: The hosts reminisce about events from ten years ago—Charlie Sheen's public revelation, the Oxford Dictionary's first emoji “Word of the Year,” and the mystery behind Carly Simon's “You're So Vain.” Their candid opinions and witty exchanges breathe new life into these stories.Tech & Toys: From Aerosmith's pioneering digital music release to the surprising risks of AI-powered toys this Christmas, Sandy and Tricia explore how technology is reshaping our lives. Their discussion on AI toys—some found to use foul language or offer questionable advice—raises important questions about safety and innovation.Memorable Moments & Quotes“If you stink in the cold, you are a dangerous MF'er.” – Tricia's signature humor kicks off the show.“OJ said if she hadn't come to the door with a knife in her hand, she'd still be alive.” – A chilling moment from the OJ Simpson documentary.“AI toys could be a big issue this Christmas… some will talk in depth about sexually explicit topics or even offer advice on where to find matches or knives.” – A surprising revelation about modern toys.Call-to-Action Love what you hear? Don't miss a single episode—subscribe to The Sandy Show, leave a review, and share this episode with friends who appreciate a fresh perspective and a good story. Your support keeps the conversation going!

Joe shares some good news on the rehabilitation of OJ and Brian Reisinger joins the show to talk about his book and the dire state of family farms in America todaySee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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Swatting Sen. Goode is stupid and disgusting. Operation Southern Spear. Iran seized a Marshall Islands-flagged tanker transiting international waters in the Strait of Hormuz. 150 Years of Evidence Shows Tariffs Lower Inflation. OJ estate to settle with Ron Goldman. Indiana Republicans will not redistrict IU football continues to roll. JMV joins to discuss. Also, Pacers season is likely to get worse. Indiana Republicans fail Hoosiers. Is this Tay Tay approved? President Trump tells House Republicans to release the Epstein files DC Draino not helping the cause of redistricting in Indiana. The Data Centers are coming. MAHA will be a winning issues for the Republicans going into the midterms. Tony misses Madam's Place AGAINSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Swatting Sen. Goode is stupid and disgusting. Operation Southern Spear. Iran seized a Marshall Islands-flagged tanker transiting international waters in the Strait of Hormuz. 150 Years of Evidence Shows Tariffs Lower Inflation. OJ estate to settle with Ron Goldman. Indiana Republicans will not redistrictSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

On this weeks' Debate, Brian brings a truckload of acronyms for more single panes of glass to help us consolidate our various single panes of glass, Erik may actually be Brian (or maybe Brian is Erik), and Dan confirms he still (and likely always will) spend the rest of his days living in the house he just built deep in the Trough of Disillusionment.What started out as a chat about some new technologies in the space turned into a treatise on the state of leadership and the future talent pipeline's need for more curiosity (and why we think they are starved of the opportunity to learn to be curious). Along the way we talk about what motivates organisations to do security right from the get go vs leaving it alone based on difficulty to remediate, and the risk balances of both (think: productivity vs security). Throw in a little “binary opinions have dragged us into the mire” and you've got a full episode of The Great Security Debate.We also drop some hints about a new show coming from The Distilling Security network in 2026 called The Final Act which will bring guests in the later stages of their careers about the urgency of our careers in security and tech, what they want to leave behind as legacy, and what they are doing to prepare their orgs for their eventual departure. Add on how they have and will give back to the community, and what their successors want to see done before this first generation of security and tech leaders hit the road.Please subscribe and leave a comment. If you'd like to sponsor the network, please email sponsors@distillingsecurity.comThanks for listening!Show Notes:What is Data Security Posture Management (DSPM) - https://www.ibm.com/think/topics/data-security-posture-managementWhat is Identity Security Posture Management (ISPM) - https://www.sentinelone.com/cybersecurity-101/identity-security/identity-security-posture-management-ispm/What is an Institutional Review Board (IRB) - https://www.hhs.gov/ohrp/education-and-outreach/online-education/human-research-protection-training/lesson-3-what-are-irbs/index.htmlLucy pulls the football (hand egg) away from Charlie Brown - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9dsm7K1Xkn4Healthy foods are more costly - https://www.cnbc.com/2023/12/27/healthy-foods-are-often-more-expensive-heres-why.htmlWhy Ford cancelled the Bronco after OJ - https://www.slashgear.com/1560204/reason-ford-bronco-discontinued-after-oj-simpson-trial-explained/Not enough data - GSD Episode 62 [Audio] - https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-100-years-ai-flood/id1513770103?i=1000735045511Not enough data - GSD Episode 62 [Video] - Book Recommendation - Anxious Generation by Jonathan Haidt - https://geni.us/lDrdn3Book Recommendation - The Coddling of the American Mind by Jonathan...

There were some...interesting allegations from the Epstein files this week, and you know we were here for it! A politician was seen enjoying porn on a plane, an influencer has to pay for breaking up a marriage, and Ron has a Beef of the Week retraction. The penny is being retired, a former professor killed his wife, and a Baltimore police officer caught charges for nearly running someone over! A ferry company "accidentally" showed passengers some porn, a pardoned Ponzi schemer is going to prison again, and a Florida bar argument turned violent. We give you our NFL Locks of the Week, talk about what we're watching, and the OJ estate finally pays the Goldman family!

Rob, Nico and Nick discuss Dick Cheney, the dying American zeitgeist, the new food pyramid, the northern lights, Prohibition, Pluribus, erotic fiction, Prince, Nick's Japan trip, the government shutdown, OJ in the modern world and much more. Spoilers for Pluribus from 43:23 to 51:45. Chat with the TMT Community on Discord! For More TMT Shenanigans: toomanythoughtsmedia.com E-mail: toomanythoughtsmedia@gmail.com Subscribe and Rate on Apple Podcasts

Miami Dolphins Legend OJ McDuffie joins Game On. The Phins got a huge win against the bills over the weekend Mike McDaniel and OJ were trolling Bill fans, When did OJ know the Dolphins beat the Bills? If the Dolphins win out could they still have playoff hopes?

WEDNESDAY HR 5 The K.O.D. - His Highness puts the rules down on reheating a 90$ steak. Kylie Blakely shares the story about the time she got a picture with OJ Simpson. Monster Messages & Hot Takes See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Fluent Fiction - Swedish: When a Mistake Becomes the Perfect Surprise Party Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/sv/episode/2025-11-12-08-38-19-sv Story Transcript:Sv: En klar hösteftermiddag fladdrade löven i vinden, och den stora familjevillan vid sjökanten sken i gyllene ljus från de tända ljusslingorna.En: A clear autumn afternoon, the leaves fluttered in the wind, and the large family villa by the lakeside shone in golden light from the lit string lights.Sv: Lars studsade omkring i köket, fylld av energi och entusiasm.En: Lars bounced around the kitchen, filled with energy and enthusiasm.Sv: Han hade planerat den här dagen i veckor och var fast besluten att överraska sin fru, Annika, på hennes födelsedag.En: He had planned this day for weeks and was determined to surprise his wife, Annika, on her birthday.Sv: Runt omkring i huset hade Lars dekorerat med pumpor och ljuslyktor, och vardagsrummet var fyllt med extra stolar, lånade från grannar.En: Around the house, Lars had decorated with pumpkins and candles, and the living room was filled with extra chairs borrowed from neighbors.Sv: Ett bord var dukat med tårtor, kanelbullar och pepparkakor.En: A table was set with cakes, cinnamon buns, and gingerbread.Sv: Det skulle bli perfekt.En: It was going to be perfect.Sv: Men den knasiga glädjen fick snart ett hål när Olof, Lars bror, kom in i köket och vinkade med en bunt med rosa kuvert.En: But the wacky joy soon got a hole when Olof, Lars' brother, came into the kitchen waving a bunch of pink envelopes.Sv: "Lars, är du säker på att du skrev rätt datum?"En: "Lars, are you sure you wrote the correct date?"Sv: frågade han med ett snett leende.En: he asked with a crooked smile.Sv: Lars stelnade till.En: Lars stiffened.Sv: Med ett oroligt hjärta rev han upp ett kuvert.En: With a worried heart, he tore open an envelope.Sv: Där, tryckt i svart och vitt, stod det: "Överraskningsfest för Annika den 20 oktober."En: There, printed in black and white, it said: "Surprise party for Annika on October 20th."Sv: Men idag var den 19:e.En: But today was the 19th.Sv: Panik slog honom.En: Panic struck him.Sv: Rätt dag var i morgon!En: The right day was tomorrow!Sv: Kort efter detta kom Olofs skratt och kramar.En: Shortly after, came Olof's laughter and hugs.Sv: "Det är lugnt, brorsan.En: "It's okay, brother.Sv: Vi fixar det här."En: We'll fix this."Sv: De sprang runt i huset och såg hur gäster började anlända enligt den 'felaktiga' informationen på inbjudningarna.En: They ran around the house and saw how guests began to arrive according to the 'incorrect' information on the invitations.Sv: Lars himlade med ögonen men skrattade snart.En: Lars rolled his eyes but soon laughed.Sv: Detta var ju också en del av hans charm.En: This was also part of his charm.Sv: Med hjälp av Olof började de samla gästerna och förklara misstaget.En: With Olof's help, they began gathering the guests and explaining the mistake.Sv: Istället för att låta paniken råda, bestämde sig Lars för att köra vidare.En: Instead of letting panic reign, Lars decided to go ahead.Sv: "Vi gör detta till en dubbel överraskning," utropade han, "Annika kommer aldrig att gissa vad som väntar!"En: "Let's make this a double surprise," he exclaimed, "Annika will never guess what's coming!"Sv: Just när han trodde att kaoset var under kontroll, hördes dörrklockan.En: Just when he thought the chaos was under control, the doorbell rang.Sv: Det var fler gäster som fått det felaktiga datumet.En: More guests who had received the wrong date were arriving.Sv: Samtidigt körde Annika upp i uppfarten.En: Meanwhile, Annika drove up in the driveway.Sv: Lars skyndade sig mot dörren och sände en snabb blick till Olof.En: Lars rushed to the door and sent a quick glance to Olof.Sv: När Annika klev in ropade alla gästerna "Grattis!"En: When Annika stepped in, all the guests shouted "Congratulations!"Sv: följt av ett nästan unisont "Oj!".En: followed by an almost unison "Oops!"Sv: Annika, förvirrad men rörd, brast ut i skratt när Lars omfamnade henne och förklarade den humoristiska situationen.En: Annika, confused but touched, burst into laughter as Lars embraced her and explained the humorous situation.Sv: Alla brast ut i fnitter och applåder, något avspänt och äkta spred sig genom rummet.En: Everyone broke out into giggles and applause, something relaxed and genuine spread through the room.Sv: Medan kvällen förlöpte, och eldar sprakade utomhus under det klara höstnatten, insåg Lars att även om han kanske borde dubbelkolla detaljer nästa gång, var det dessa små misstag som gjorde livet roligt.En: As the evening unfolded, and fires crackled outside under the clear autumn night, Lars realized that even if he should double-check details next time, it was these little mistakes that made life fun.Sv: Annika var glad, gästerna skrattade och han kände att det verkligen blivit en oförglömlig dag – precis som han hade hoppats på, fast på det mest oväntade sätt.En: Annika was happy, the guests laughed, and he felt it had really become an unforgettable day – just as he had hoped for, though in the most unexpected way.Sv: Så blev den där knäppa dagen en kär minne för alla inblandade.En: Thus that crazy day became a cherished memory for everyone involved.Sv: En överraskning som blev ännu bättre än planerat, trots fel datum.En: A surprise that turned out even better than planned, despite the wrong date.Sv: Livet hade sitt sätt att lura oss att skratta åt det oväntade – och Lars lärde sig uppskatta den lärdomen mer än något annat.En: Life had its way of making us laugh at the unexpected – and Lars learned to appreciate that lesson more than anything else. Vocabulary Words:autumn: höstfluttered: fladdradeenthusiasm: entusiasmdetermined: fast beslutendecorate: dekoreratpumpkins: pumporcinnamon buns: kanelbullargingerbread: pepparkakorcrooked: snettstiffened: stelnadetear open: rev upppanic: panikstrike: slogfix: fixaexplain: förklarachaos: kaoscontrol: kontrollunison: unisontburst into laughter: brast ut i skrattunforgettable: oförglömligcherished: kärunexpected: oväntatcrackle: sprakalesson: lärdomembrace: omfamnaapplause: applådergenuine: äktarealize: inseappreciate: uppskattamistake: misstag

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