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OMG! We are stepping into the vault and playing one of my most downloaded interviews of 2020, Ethan and Olivia Plath from my favorite reality show TLC's ‘Welcome To Plathville.' Today, Ethan and Olivia are divorcing, Olivia has accused Ethan of abuse and refusing to move their divorce forward. They are both now dating new people as we see on S7 which is currently airing but back then they dished on if they're still speaking to Kim and Barry, how their parents never took them to the hospital growing up and divorce rumors. WARNING! THERE'S A STRANGE CLICKING NOISE THROUGHOUT THE INTERVIEW, I'M SORRY ABOUT THAT.Show is sponsored by:ASPCA Pet Insurance to explore coverage, visit A-S-P-C-A pet insurance dot com slash TSFS.Cookie Jam download this free Match-3 game today and start having fun! 100+ million players and countingFunction Health by Dr. Mark Hyman and others! Function is offering 160+ Lab Tests for $365 to anyone who signs up between July 7th and July 11th. Visit www.functionhealth.com/TSFSHorizonfibroids.com get rid of those nasty fibroidsMINT MOBILE dot com slash TSFS. DISCALIMER: Upfront payment of $45 required (equivalent to $15/mo.). Limited time new customer offer for first 3 months only. Speeds may slow above 35GB on Unlimited plan. Taxes & fees extra. See MINT MOBILE for detailsNutrafol.com use code TSFS for FREE shipping and $10 off your subscriptionQuince.com/tsfs for FREE shipping on your order and 365 day returnsRula.com/tsfs to get started today. That's R-U-L-A dot com slash tsfs for convenient therapy that's covered by insurance.Thrivecosmetics.com/tsfs Brighten a mom's day—especially if you're that mom. Go to thrivecausemetics.com/TSFS for 20% OFF your orderFollow me on Instagram/Tiktok: @thesarahfrasershow ***Visit our Sub-Reddit: reddit.com/r/thesarahfrasershow for ALL things The Sarah Fraser Show!!!***Advertise on The Sarah Fraser Show: thesarahfrasershow@gmail.comGot a juicy gossip TIP from your favorite TLC or Bravo show? Email: thesarahfrasershow@gmail.comSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

To this, a glitch— A wish that I could just Push my forehead into his chest, I digress, though repressed sexually and interested This sickness is just what he senses as sensual —And I'm understanding of that. —Purpose. I still have four muses, Four mouses, No heads A sad nd four robots Four hoses of cards And no forwards Just haloy endings That I can't Exactly plan yet Fuck this planet It appears someone has badly damaged it No recompenses or divorce No compared, No doors, And no cubords No, Just dead bird in a box Covered in plaster And a disasterous ride With no happy ever after exactly Just another adventure in wonderland And wonder if perhaps You ever could even Know who I am What a clever disaster For sure this serves as serious Let's just get this The the rumble or the severed train above her is still somewhat of a numbing To the other corruption under This, too then, is a lesson unless It just ends and let it simmer But remember, If it isn't in her It'll be another Fondant farewell, When the dinner gets to convection temperatures in the oven, And you're not over her The dozens of doves and boxes of chocolate don't hold nothing to the love you have and the hand you hold And the heart you touch, So don't let it turn cold Don't let it turn over and thump either Don't let it burn And don't let it lower into Where you mind goes When you consider another And another Over or rather You know? Just aim for Satan and everything's great then. Put a cap to a cape then and everything degrades, Fair wealth, good culture, good heart, And all focus It goes out the window to dance with the wolves l Like a bowl full of nothing but meal worms, Not oats Look closer over your breakfast You never know even if you can trust your own mother at four years old But good, god, thank god for the Honor roll Or else how else would the world know mid you were at all all worth it at all of four And still under par, The gold course, of course Is all you know Don't let it go now When all you have Is time in your hands Distractions are hard handed But actual damage? Now, that's hard pass You wanted a song so much Just so the wrong world would call you up For hurting our kind Without ever having known what my mother named me mor why I have to change it Or what the baby calls me From so far north in a place calls home But I'm still not not So you get your rocks Slamming the door I'm at the rock In my mind Hoping for Something better You Wasted All My Time Over What! Don't you know How hard it is To be anything in the world But a pretty white slut! What a knife in the back What a curse on the world— Just to start wars so it never works out Or at the very worst Just keeps the first one going It doesn't get awesome Until I For Real Can block out the whole world Just to upset another? No I came in peace You made me anxious Hold in my waste At the aim of your hatred I heart my hard earned But now I've got nothing more Than the scars on your over opinionated Over offended War cries for her justice But only if it out does mine, Right? Actually, Fuck it I'm over it That's all the words I'm gonna waste on this till bitch You wanted my energy, so you stole it But becareful of What follows it —you're welcome. My license is revoked I've forgotten long ago by now how to break stroke And it's just a throat scratch, A dark dive And I'm trying to try it out a bit But love's a bitch And I don't really ever speak her language I've been distant and lost in translation, and most of all Impatient with the amount of time that it's taking Cause I hate that guy, he's a fly in my space thst just doesn't seem to go away until they mate and lay eggs to replace them. Ugh. It just goes on, It's whatever the buzz It's just all full of lamb and the talk of the town Is who you are now So, how I found out? A roundabout kick to the ass And a fax to the mayor, Before I realized He seems like a complete hater, bro. I have an eight year old, But I haven't seen him since he was five And I think I'm gonna die Cause everyone's nickel and diming me And all I happened to find Is a single penny, so that— Two hours of mixing, Once cent I made— By now he definitely hates me And has been trained to think I'm crazy But these days, living paycheck to oaucheck is a thankless job And the techno snobs are responsible for the upkeep of auschwitz. It seems like a colored woman with a dream should just Get behind the scenes Or a man that sees meaning in her So this is demeaning? Is it? Am I green, or am I greenlit— l And I clean, or am I cleaning Should I Charlie, or should I Sheen it? I could admit I seen it coming but I wanted to disagree with it, It's psychic intuition but all it is is kicking my ass Like I'm inside or the telivison. What's my last name!? I'm the hat man! Are you happy? No, I'm sad man l! And quite thirsty; Is it Thursday yet Or should I should I just get to drinking anywayy I hate all this thinking anyway; I miss l LA but seen it from the scenic route; I used to sleep on the bus and the train, But what I really want is a house And just to be left alone, Some grass to mow, And some to smoke, And a tree to grow, Just like the one from Pocahontas OH SHIT YO. Why, Hello Friend! Oh, this is where that Treepeople thing was going? Yes! No. No? No. No why. Cause we went broke . Went broke what. Trying to get you to— you know— No, I don't I know. You don't know? No? I've no idea… Oh; that's right, you haven't got a clue. {enter the multiverse)} what did you do at that afterparty Stephen?! I TOLD YOU, I DONT KNOW!!!! What does a girl have to do to get a little attention around here?! Here, have some liquid courage. Liquid courage!? Yeah! What's in this? oh, you know… No, I don't…. You— Why does it glow Yeah, I does that! Oh my god, it looks like one of those sparkle— lava lamps! Oh my god, yeah, you know. I'm not drinking that. Doesn't seem— drinkable. But it is— drinkable. Just because you can put it in your mouth and swallow it doesn't make it consumable. Oh—doesn't it? [beat] …You know what. That's fair! —it— yeah. You walked right into thst one. I— yeah. So come on? It got sparkles in it? What are these flecks. For all you know, it's bio degradable? Is that a gold fish at the bottom?! If he can handle it?! How are you alive? The goldfish to be fair seems tmmore alive than he should, perhaps. He looks the woman directly into the eye. He seems extremely concious even. Oh wow. Come on! Ok. Fine. But what do you do with the fish when the bottle's empty? I don't know. Never finished a bottle. What! Never really…though about it. Okay? So! Come on. He pours a shot. Shift changed , I should have made arrangements for a date at an earlier time But really there isn't a reason or realization to it I hate playing the game It must have been an off day when I made it up But that was so long ago now. I haven't put hard thought about it, But forgot I had further options to stop the violence than just talking about it I missed the opportunity to photog or model By tomorrow morning I'll be a little smaller But still broken If I think of any of those thoughts My heart opens up and swallows me whole Talk about a dilemma and not a problem I would probably dress as such as doll If I could afford the money But I'm dollar for dollar Out of dogital storage for my thoughts and performances. You know. So show your age, Nicki Minaj And Migos, the flash flooding Benito is bad Bunny, But you gotta go with the flow of the whitewater With the high collars and high bars If you are so highly throughout of To win an award And be obsessed over by other famous people's Lil bitz I told my ex I joined the army. My gigs kept having weird shit happen. I was like “something's not right.” I thought it was my ex trying to do oojabooja on me. So I told him I joined the army to try to see if the weird shit kept happening. I told that fool I joined the army — I didn't Say what army! Gods army bitatch!!! You the devil! Stop fuckin up my shit! It's 5 PM I'm waking up It's setting in That it's a contruct Not a curse, But there's no cure The demon days The auto wars As darkness falls upon us The Red Dawn soon becomes us OMG! RYAN SEACREST! Everyone forgot about you! I–thanks! *weird smile* Quickly! Get on the bus! We're already on our way to pick up K-FED. COPYRIGHT THE FESTiVAL PROJECT, INC. ™ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © -Ū.

Did you ever get the feeling that it might be right? Cause I woke up in the shit, And then I paid attention with resentment Had this Patrick for a second amidst the witching hour For a glitch or an instance power, The list, with a mix of here and now Or here and there Whatever you rather, Dan But I guess for now you call me Hamm, Cause I will Jon' you in an hour After all the words have been said Over and over again, you just get cleverer with em Face it, This is considerable damages if by admission I have to press this red button Every time I take a dump Because of these microagressions And blatent intimidations, Racism and hatred, Cause somebody thinks it's okay To attack me when I'm naked And the justification is just that Genetically and empathetically One of us is deficit in the other— Guess which one How does it feel To feel And be real Or be realized So what's the deal With this meal And the plan To dance on the attacks Of your ancestors What's on the middle besides resentment And a clearer picture or each and every or other infinite spectrum? What's the problem with the problem with the kids today? They aren't that smart But they sure look good The problem is, They're all talk, All mouth, and no thoughts {Enter The Multiverse} Is there more? It appears so. Oh… (He takes a long and heavy drink) Its in here too, isn't it? Yes, its—everywhere, sir. All of a sudden, I'm sir to you? I feel as though there may be some impending legal action, and I'm just asserting my loyalty and respect so as to “go down with the ship.” If need be, uh… Well! …sir. You are a good page, aren't you? I hope so. Yeah. [The Festival Project ™} Ugh, I don't have time for this right now. VICKY MANSON is gross. She is a 45-year-old chain smoking trailer trash homebody who tends to menace others behind the “safety” of her computer keyboard, frequenting facebook to rage about email issues like politics and celebrity gossip, still attempting to torment Timmy Turner via trolling him using various social media outlets. She's been called to “Watch” TIMMY, serving out his house arrest sentence while his DAD leaves to attend POKER. {Enter The Multiverse) Copyright The Collective Complex © [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] © 2025 All Rights Reserved -Ū. ____ Omg. This is out of line. Agreed. Call regina. RE-GIIIIIIII-NAAAA!!! She ain't come Call again! [opening the window, yelling out into the project housing courtyard and echoing into all of existence.] REEGINAAAAAAAAAA! [The Festival Project ™] What. Damn. I was just gettin' my weave pressed…and dish soap. I love that new deli. Mm. Hmm. {Enter The Multiverse} We come from the ghetto We lived in each borough We live in every corner We live in these streets We loud in this bitch We proud in this bitch Don't come round this bitch Without a pot to piss in Taking pictures? Bitch, As God as my witness, A snitch is a snitch (but in a limited capacity, I get it, I'll help you win this, Ain't no case dismissed in this settlement This disturbance is egregious, Believe me, I've been causing a scene since 3 AM! Dayum! I might be somewhat prolific, Or even a genius, But right now I just want peace, A Peloton Ride And A peanut butter and Jelly sandwich But weight, i'm out of peanut butter My weight is getting out of hand, Don't know if that's a gangstalker, Or just another obsessive fan, Object, your honor to pardon your direct justification of this heinous hatred I'm helping the gentrification efforts and also Directly affected by them, Because i'm african american (Or half) But what is half to a racist? I take it as nothing less than hatred if each and every time I bathe Satan comes out to play And hey, Isn't it harassment if every time i'm in the bathroom The door slams, and this whore yaps Right outside my door To cause hate and bait me into Further establishing a race war, When all I wanted was a sauna, But i know i can't afford it, And I love New York, But honestly, I'm poor, So i just got bored with it. I probably should have been aborted. To this, a glitch— A wish that I could just Push my forehead into his chest, I digress, though repressed sexually and interested This sickness is just what he senses as sensual —And I'm understanding of that. —Purpose. I still have four muses, Four mouses, No heads A sad nd four robots Four hoses of cards And no forwards Just haloy endings That I can't Exactly plan yet Fuck this planet It appears someone has badly damaged it No recompenses or divorce No compared, No doors, And no cubords No, Just dead bird in a box Covered in plaster And a disasterous ride With no happy ever after exactly Just another adventure in wonderland And wonder if perhaps You ever could even Know who I am What a clever disaster For sure this serves as serious Let's just get this The the rumble or the severed train above her is still somewhat of a numbing To the other corruption under This, too then, is a lesson unless It just ends and let it simmer But remember, If it isn't in her It'll be another Fondant farewell, When the dinner gets to convection temperatures in the oven, And you're not over her The dozens of doves and boxes of chocolate don't hold nothing to the love you have and the hand you hold And the heart you touch, So don't let it turn cold Don't let it turn over and thump either Don't let it burn And don't let it lower into Where you mind goes When you consider another And another Over or rather You know? Just aim for Satan and everything's great then. Put a cap to a cape then and everything degrades, Fair wealth, good culture, good heart, And all focus It goes out the window to dance with the wolves l Like a bowl full of nothing but meal worms, Not oats Look closer over your breakfast You never know even if you can trust your own mother at four years old But good, god, thank god for the Honor roll Or else how else would the world know mid you were at all all worth it at all of four And still under par, The gold course, of course Is all you know Don't let it go now When all you have Is time in your hands Distractions are hard handed But actual damage? Now, that's hard pass You wanted a song so much Just so the wrong world would call you up For hurting our kind Without ever having known what my mother named me mor why I have to change it Or what the baby calls me From so far north in a place calls home But I'm still not not So you get your rocks Slamming the door I'm at the rock In my mind Hoping for Something better You Wasted All My Time Over What! Don't you know How hard it is To be anything in the world But a pretty white slut! What a knife in the back What a curse on the world— Just to start wars so it never works out Or at the very worst Just keeps the first one going It doesn't get awesome Until I For Real Can block out the whole world Just to upset another? No I came in peace You made me anxious Hold in my waste At the aim of your hatred I heart my hard earned But now I've got nothing more Than the scars on your over opinionated Over offended War cries for her justice But only if it out does mine, Right? Actually, Fuck it I'm over it That's all the words I'm gonna waste on this till bitch You wanted my energy, so you stole it But becareful of What follows it —you're welcome. My license is revoked I've forgotten long ago by now how to break stroke And it's just a throat scratch, A dark dive And I'm trying to try it out a bit But love's a bitch And I don't really ever speak her language I've been distant and lost in translation, and most of all Impatient with the amount of time that it's taking Cause I hate that guy, he's a fly in my space thst just doesn't seem to go away until they mate and lay eggs to replace them. Ugh. It just goes on, It's whatever the buzz It's just all full of lamb and the talk of the town Is who you are now So, how I found out? A roundabout kick to the ass And a fax to the mayor, Before I realized He seems like a complete hater, bro. I have an eight year old, But I haven't seen him since he was five And I think I'm gonna die Cause everyone's nickel and diming me And all I happened to find Is a single penny, so that— Two hours of mixing, Once cent I made— By now he definitely hates me And has been trained to think I'm crazy But these days, living paycheck to oaucheck is a thankless job And the techno snobs are responsible for the upkeep of auschwitz. It seems like a colored woman with a dream should just Get behind the scenes Or a man that sees meaning in her So this is demeaning? Is it? Am I green, or am I greenlit— l And I clean, or am I cleaning Should I Charlie, or should I Sheen it? I could admit I seen it coming but I wanted to disagree with it, It's psychic intuition but all it is is kicking my ass Like I'm inside or the telivison. What's my last name!? I'm the hat man! Are you happy? No, I'm sad man l! And quite thirsty; Is it Thursday yet Or should I should I just get to drinking anywayy I hate all this thinking anyway; I miss l LA but seen it from the scenic route; I used to sleep on the bus and the train, But what I really want is a house And just to be left alone, Some grass to mow, And some to smoke, And a tree to grow, Just like the one from Pocahontas OH SHIT YO. Why, Hello Friend! Oh, this is where that Treepeople thing was going? Yes! No. No? No. No why. Cause we went broke . Went broke what. Trying to get you to— you know— No, I don't I know. You don't know? No? I've no idea… Oh; that's right, you haven't got a clue. {enter the multiverse)} what did you do at that afterparty Stephen?! I TOLD YOU, I DONT KNOW!!!! What does a girl have to do to get a little attention around here?! Here, have some liquid courage. Liquid courage!? Yeah! What's in this? oh, you know… No, I don't…. You— Why does it glow Yeah, I does that! Oh my god, it looks like one of those sparkle— lava lamps! Oh my god, yeah, you know. I'm not drinking that. Doesn't seem— drinkable. But it is— drinkable. Just because you can put it in your mouth and swallow it doesn't make it consumable. Oh—doesn't it? [beat] …You know what. That's fair! —it— yeah. You walked right into thst one. I— yeah. So come on? It got sparkles in it? What are these flecks. For all you know, it's bio degradable? Is that a gold fish at the bottom?! If he can handle it?! How are you alive? The goldfish to be fair seems tmmore alive than he should, perhaps. He looks the woman directly into the eye. He seems extremely concious even. Oh wow. Come on! Ok. Fine. But what do you do with the fish when the bottle's empty? I don't know. Never finished a bottle. What! Never really…though about it. Okay? So! Come on. He pours a shot. Shift changed , I should have made arrangements for a date at an earlier time But really there isn't a reason or realization to it I hate playing the game It must have been an off day when I made it up But that was so long ago now. I haven't put hard thought about it, But forgot I had further options to stop the violence than just talking about it I missed the opportunity to photog or model By tomorrow morning I'll be a little smaller But still broken If I think of any of those thoughts My heart opens up and swallows me whole Talk about a dilemma and not a problem I would probably dress as such as doll If I could afford the money But I'm dollar for dollar Out of dogital storage for my thoughts and performances. You know. So show your age, Nicki Minaj And Migos, the flash flooding Benito is bad Bunny, But you gotta go with the flow of the whitewater With the high collars and high bars If you are so highly throughout of To win an award And be obsessed over by other famous people's Lil bitz I told my ex I joined the army. My gigs kept having weird shit happen. I was like “something's not right.” I thought it was my ex trying to do oojabooja on me. So I told him I joined the army to try to see if the weird shit kept happening. I told that fool I joined the army — I didn't Say what army! Gods army bitatch!!! You the devil! Stop fuckin up my shit! It's 5 PM I'm waking up It's setting in That it's a contruct Not a curse, But there's no cure The demon days The auto wars As darkness falls upon us The Red Dawn soon becomes us OMG! RYAN SEACREST! Everyone forgot about you! I–thanks! *weird smile* Quickly! Get on the bus! We're already on our way to pick up K-FED. COPYRIGHT THE FESTiVAL PROJECT, INC. ™ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © -Ū.

To this, a glitch— A wish that I could just Push my forehead into his chest, I digress, though repressed sexually and interested This sickness is just what he senses as sensual —And I'm understanding of that. —Purpose. I still have four muses, Four mouses, No heads A sad nd four robots Four hoses of cards And no forwards Just haloy endings That I can't Exactly plan yet Fuck this planet It appears someone has badly damaged it No recompenses or divorce No compared, No doors, And no cubords No, Just dead bird in a box Covered in plaster And a disasterous ride With no happy ever after exactly Just another adventure in wonderland And wonder if perhaps You ever could even Know who I am What a clever disaster For sure this serves as serious Let's just get this The the rumble or the severed train above her is still somewhat of a numbing To the other corruption under This, too then, is a lesson unless It just ends and let it simmer But remember, If it isn't in her It'll be another Fondant farewell, When the dinner gets to convection temperatures in the oven, And you're not over her The dozens of doves and boxes of chocolate don't hold nothing to the love you have and the hand you hold And the heart you touch, So don't let it turn cold Don't let it turn over and thump either Don't let it burn And don't let it lower into Where you mind goes When you consider another And another Over or rather You know? Just aim for Satan and everything's great then. Put a cap to a cape then and everything degrades, Fair wealth, good culture, good heart, And all focus It goes out the window to dance with the wolves l Like a bowl full of nothing but meal worms, Not oats Look closer over your breakfast You never know even if you can trust your own mother at four years old But good, god, thank god for the Honor roll Or else how else would the world know mid you were at all all worth it at all of four And still under par, The gold course, of course Is all you know Don't let it go now When all you have Is time in your hands Distractions are hard handed But actual damage? Now, that's hard pass You wanted a song so much Just so the wrong world would call you up For hurting our kind Without ever having known what my mother named me mor why I have to change it Or what the baby calls me From so far north in a place calls home But I'm still not not So you get your rocks Slamming the door I'm at the rock In my mind Hoping for Something better You Wasted All My Time Over What! Don't you know How hard it is To be anything in the world But a pretty white slut! What a knife in the back What a curse on the world— Just to start wars so it never works out Or at the very worst Just keeps the first one going It doesn't get awesome Until I For Real Can block out the whole world Just to upset another? No I came in peace You made me anxious Hold in my waste At the aim of your hatred I heart my hard earned But now I've got nothing more Than the scars on your over opinionated Over offended War cries for her justice But only if it out does mine, Right? Actually, Fuck it I'm over it That's all the words I'm gonna waste on this till bitch You wanted my energy, so you stole it But becareful of What follows it —you're welcome. My license is revoked I've forgotten long ago by now how to break stroke And it's just a throat scratch, A dark dive And I'm trying to try it out a bit But love's a bitch And I don't really ever speak her language I've been distant and lost in translation, and most of all Impatient with the amount of time that it's taking Cause I hate that guy, he's a fly in my space thst just doesn't seem to go away until they mate and lay eggs to replace them. Ugh. It just goes on, It's whatever the buzz It's just all full of lamb and the talk of the town Is who you are now So, how I found out? A roundabout kick to the ass And a fax to the mayor, Before I realized He seems like a complete hater, bro. I have an eight year old, But I haven't seen him since he was five And I think I'm gonna die Cause everyone's nickel and diming me And all I happened to find Is a single penny, so that— Two hours of mixing, Once cent I made— By now he definitely hates me And has been trained to think I'm crazy But these days, living paycheck to oaucheck is a thankless job And the techno snobs are responsible for the upkeep of auschwitz. It seems like a colored woman with a dream should just Get behind the scenes Or a man that sees meaning in her So this is demeaning? Is it? Am I green, or am I greenlit— l And I clean, or am I cleaning Should I Charlie, or should I Sheen it? I could admit I seen it coming but I wanted to disagree with it, It's psychic intuition but all it is is kicking my ass Like I'm inside or the telivison. What's my last name!? I'm the hat man! Are you happy? No, I'm sad man l! And quite thirsty; Is it Thursday yet Or should I should I just get to drinking anywayy I hate all this thinking anyway; I miss l LA but seen it from the scenic route; I used to sleep on the bus and the train, But what I really want is a house And just to be left alone, Some grass to mow, And some to smoke, And a tree to grow, Just like the one from Pocahontas OH SHIT YO. Why, Hello Friend! Oh, this is where that Treepeople thing was going? Yes! No. No? No. No why. Cause we went broke . Went broke what. Trying to get you to— you know— No, I don't I know. You don't know? No? I've no idea… Oh; that's right, you haven't got a clue. {enter the multiverse)} what did you do at that afterparty Stephen?! I TOLD YOU, I DONT KNOW!!!! What does a girl have to do to get a little attention around here?! Here, have some liquid courage. Liquid courage!? Yeah! What's in this? oh, you know… No, I don't…. You— Why does it glow Yeah, I does that! Oh my god, it looks like one of those sparkle— lava lamps! Oh my god, yeah, you know. I'm not drinking that. Doesn't seem— drinkable. But it is— drinkable. Just because you can put it in your mouth and swallow it doesn't make it consumable. Oh—doesn't it? [beat] …You know what. That's fair! —it— yeah. You walked right into thst one. I— yeah. So come on? It got sparkles in it? What are these flecks. For all you know, it's bio degradable? Is that a gold fish at the bottom?! If he can handle it?! How are you alive? The goldfish to be fair seems tmmore alive than he should, perhaps. He looks the woman directly into the eye. He seems extremely concious even. Oh wow. Come on! Ok. Fine. But what do you do with the fish when the bottle's empty? I don't know. Never finished a bottle. What! Never really…though about it. Okay? So! Come on. He pours a shot. Shift changed , I should have made arrangements for a date at an earlier time But really there isn't a reason or realization to it I hate playing the game It must have been an off day when I made it up But that was so long ago now. I haven't put hard thought about it, But forgot I had further options to stop the violence than just talking about it I missed the opportunity to photog or model By tomorrow morning I'll be a little smaller But still broken If I think of any of those thoughts My heart opens up and swallows me whole Talk about a dilemma and not a problem I would probably dress as such as doll If I could afford the money But I'm dollar for dollar Out of dogital storage for my thoughts and performances. You know. So show your age, Nicki Minaj And Migos, the flash flooding Benito is bad Bunny, But you gotta go with the flow of the whitewater With the high collars and high bars If you are so highly throughout of To win an award And be obsessed over by other famous people's Lil bitz I told my ex I joined the army. My gigs kept having weird shit happen. I was like “something's not right.” I thought it was my ex trying to do oojabooja on me. So I told him I joined the army to try to see if the weird shit kept happening. I told that fool I joined the army — I didn't Say what army! Gods army bitatch!!! You the devil! Stop fuckin up my shit! It's 5 PM I'm waking up It's setting in That it's a contruct Not a curse, But there's no cure The demon days The auto wars As darkness falls upon us The Red Dawn soon becomes us OMG! RYAN SEACREST! Everyone forgot about you! I–thanks! *weird smile* Quickly! Get on the bus! We're already on our way to pick up K-FED. COPYRIGHT THE FESTiVAL PROJECT, INC. ™ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © -Ū.

Did you ever get the feeling that it might be right? Cause I woke up in the shit, And then I paid attention with resentment Had this Patrick for a second amidst the witching hour For a glitch or an instance power, The list, with a mix of here and now Or here and there Whatever you rather, Dan But I guess for now you call me Hamm, Cause I will Jon' you in an hour After all the words have been said Over and over again, you just get cleverer with em Face it, This is considerable damages if by admission I have to press this red button Every time I take a dump Because of these microagressions And blatent intimidations, Racism and hatred, Cause somebody thinks it's okay To attack me when I'm naked And the justification is just that Genetically and empathetically One of us is deficit in the other— Guess which one How does it feel To feel And be real Or be realized So what's the deal With this meal And the plan To dance on the attacks Of your ancestors What's on the middle besides resentment And a clearer picture or each and every or other infinite spectrum? What's the problem with the problem with the kids today? They aren't that smart But they sure look good The problem is, They're all talk, All mouth, and no thoughts {Enter The Multiverse} Is there more? It appears so. Oh… (He takes a long and heavy drink) Its in here too, isn't it? Yes, its—everywhere, sir. All of a sudden, I'm sir to you? I feel as though there may be some impending legal action, and I'm just asserting my loyalty and respect so as to “go down with the ship.” If need be, uh… Well! …sir. You are a good page, aren't you? I hope so. Yeah. [The Festival Project ™} Ugh, I don't have time for this right now. VICKY MANSON is gross. She is a 45-year-old chain smoking trailer trash homebody who tends to menace others behind the “safety” of her computer keyboard, frequenting facebook to rage about email issues like politics and celebrity gossip, still attempting to torment Timmy Turner via trolling him using various social media outlets. She's been called to “Watch” TIMMY, serving out his house arrest sentence while his DAD leaves to attend POKER. {Enter The Multiverse) Copyright The Collective Complex © [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] © 2025 All Rights Reserved -Ū. ____ Omg. This is out of line. Agreed. Call regina. RE-GIIIIIIII-NAAAA!!! She ain't come Call again! [opening the window, yelling out into the project housing courtyard and echoing into all of existence.] REEGINAAAAAAAAAA! [The Festival Project ™] What. Damn. I was just gettin' my weave pressed…and dish soap. I love that new deli. Mm. Hmm. {Enter The Multiverse} We come from the ghetto We lived in each borough We live in every corner We live in these streets We loud in this bitch We proud in this bitch Don't come round this bitch Without a pot to piss in Taking pictures? Bitch, As God as my witness, A snitch is a snitch (but in a limited capacity, I get it, I'll help you win this, Ain't no case dismissed in this settlement This disturbance is egregious, Believe me, I've been causing a scene since 3 AM! Dayum! I might be somewhat prolific, Or even a genius, But right now I just want peace, A Peloton Ride And A peanut butter and Jelly sandwich But weight, i'm out of peanut butter My weight is getting out of hand, Don't know if that's a gangstalker, Or just another obsessive fan, Object, your honor to pardon your direct justification of this heinous hatred I'm helping the gentrification efforts and also Directly affected by them, Because i'm african american (Or half) But what is half to a racist? I take it as nothing less than hatred if each and every time I bathe Satan comes out to play And hey, Isn't it harassment if every time i'm in the bathroom The door slams, and this whore yaps Right outside my door To cause hate and bait me into Further establishing a race war, When all I wanted was a sauna, But i know i can't afford it, And I love New York, But honestly, I'm poor, So i just got bored with it. I probably should have been aborted. To this, a glitch— A wish that I could just Push my forehead into his chest, I digress, though repressed sexually and interested This sickness is just what he senses as sensual —And I'm understanding of that. —Purpose. I still have four muses, Four mouses, No heads A sad nd four robots Four hoses of cards And no forwards Just haloy endings That I can't Exactly plan yet Fuck this planet It appears someone has badly damaged it No recompenses or divorce No compared, No doors, And no cubords No, Just dead bird in a box Covered in plaster And a disasterous ride With no happy ever after exactly Just another adventure in wonderland And wonder if perhaps You ever could even Know who I am What a clever disaster For sure this serves as serious Let's just get this The the rumble or the severed train above her is still somewhat of a numbing To the other corruption under This, too then, is a lesson unless It just ends and let it simmer But remember, If it isn't in her It'll be another Fondant farewell, When the dinner gets to convection temperatures in the oven, And you're not over her The dozens of doves and boxes of chocolate don't hold nothing to the love you have and the hand you hold And the heart you touch, So don't let it turn cold Don't let it turn over and thump either Don't let it burn And don't let it lower into Where you mind goes When you consider another And another Over or rather You know? Just aim for Satan and everything's great then. Put a cap to a cape then and everything degrades, Fair wealth, good culture, good heart, And all focus It goes out the window to dance with the wolves l Like a bowl full of nothing but meal worms, Not oats Look closer over your breakfast You never know even if you can trust your own mother at four years old But good, god, thank god for the Honor roll Or else how else would the world know mid you were at all all worth it at all of four And still under par, The gold course, of course Is all you know Don't let it go now When all you have Is time in your hands Distractions are hard handed But actual damage? Now, that's hard pass You wanted a song so much Just so the wrong world would call you up For hurting our kind Without ever having known what my mother named me mor why I have to change it Or what the baby calls me From so far north in a place calls home But I'm still not not So you get your rocks Slamming the door I'm at the rock In my mind Hoping for Something better You Wasted All My Time Over What! Don't you know How hard it is To be anything in the world But a pretty white slut! What a knife in the back What a curse on the world— Just to start wars so it never works out Or at the very worst Just keeps the first one going It doesn't get awesome Until I For Real Can block out the whole world Just to upset another? No I came in peace You made me anxious Hold in my waste At the aim of your hatred I heart my hard earned But now I've got nothing more Than the scars on your over opinionated Over offended War cries for her justice But only if it out does mine, Right? Actually, Fuck it I'm over it That's all the words I'm gonna waste on this till bitch You wanted my energy, so you stole it But becareful of What follows it —you're welcome. My license is revoked I've forgotten long ago by now how to break stroke And it's just a throat scratch, A dark dive And I'm trying to try it out a bit But love's a bitch And I don't really ever speak her language I've been distant and lost in translation, and most of all Impatient with the amount of time that it's taking Cause I hate that guy, he's a fly in my space thst just doesn't seem to go away until they mate and lay eggs to replace them. Ugh. It just goes on, It's whatever the buzz It's just all full of lamb and the talk of the town Is who you are now So, how I found out? A roundabout kick to the ass And a fax to the mayor, Before I realized He seems like a complete hater, bro. I have an eight year old, But I haven't seen him since he was five And I think I'm gonna die Cause everyone's nickel and diming me And all I happened to find Is a single penny, so that— Two hours of mixing, Once cent I made— By now he definitely hates me And has been trained to think I'm crazy But these days, living paycheck to oaucheck is a thankless job And the techno snobs are responsible for the upkeep of auschwitz. It seems like a colored woman with a dream should just Get behind the scenes Or a man that sees meaning in her So this is demeaning? Is it? Am I green, or am I greenlit— l And I clean, or am I cleaning Should I Charlie, or should I Sheen it? I could admit I seen it coming but I wanted to disagree with it, It's psychic intuition but all it is is kicking my ass Like I'm inside or the telivison. What's my last name!? I'm the hat man! Are you happy? No, I'm sad man l! And quite thirsty; Is it Thursday yet Or should I should I just get to drinking anywayy I hate all this thinking anyway; I miss l LA but seen it from the scenic route; I used to sleep on the bus and the train, But what I really want is a house And just to be left alone, Some grass to mow, And some to smoke, And a tree to grow, Just like the one from Pocahontas OH SHIT YO. Why, Hello Friend! Oh, this is where that Treepeople thing was going? Yes! No. No? No. No why. Cause we went broke . Went broke what. Trying to get you to— you know— No, I don't I know. You don't know? No? I've no idea… Oh; that's right, you haven't got a clue. {enter the multiverse)} what did you do at that afterparty Stephen?! I TOLD YOU, I DONT KNOW!!!! What does a girl have to do to get a little attention around here?! Here, have some liquid courage. Liquid courage!? Yeah! What's in this? oh, you know… No, I don't…. You— Why does it glow Yeah, I does that! Oh my god, it looks like one of those sparkle— lava lamps! Oh my god, yeah, you know. I'm not drinking that. Doesn't seem— drinkable. But it is— drinkable. Just because you can put it in your mouth and swallow it doesn't make it consumable. Oh—doesn't it? [beat] …You know what. That's fair! —it— yeah. You walked right into thst one. I— yeah. So come on? It got sparkles in it? What are these flecks. For all you know, it's bio degradable? Is that a gold fish at the bottom?! If he can handle it?! How are you alive? The goldfish to be fair seems tmmore alive than he should, perhaps. He looks the woman directly into the eye. He seems extremely concious even. Oh wow. Come on! Ok. Fine. But what do you do with the fish when the bottle's empty? I don't know. Never finished a bottle. What! Never really…though about it. Okay? So! Come on. He pours a shot. Shift changed , I should have made arrangements for a date at an earlier time But really there isn't a reason or realization to it I hate playing the game It must have been an off day when I made it up But that was so long ago now. I haven't put hard thought about it, But forgot I had further options to stop the violence than just talking about it I missed the opportunity to photog or model By tomorrow morning I'll be a little smaller But still broken If I think of any of those thoughts My heart opens up and swallows me whole Talk about a dilemma and not a problem I would probably dress as such as doll If I could afford the money But I'm dollar for dollar Out of dogital storage for my thoughts and performances. You know. So show your age, Nicki Minaj And Migos, the flash flooding Benito is bad Bunny, But you gotta go with the flow of the whitewater With the high collars and high bars If you are so highly throughout of To win an award And be obsessed over by other famous people's Lil bitz I told my ex I joined the army. My gigs kept having weird shit happen. I was like “something's not right.” I thought it was my ex trying to do oojabooja on me. So I told him I joined the army to try to see if the weird shit kept happening. I told that fool I joined the army — I didn't Say what army! Gods army bitatch!!! You the devil! Stop fuckin up my shit! It's 5 PM I'm waking up It's setting in That it's a contruct Not a curse, But there's no cure The demon days The auto wars As darkness falls upon us The Red Dawn soon becomes us OMG! RYAN SEACREST! Everyone forgot about you! I–thanks! *weird smile* Quickly! Get on the bus! We're already on our way to pick up K-FED. COPYRIGHT THE FESTiVAL PROJECT, INC. ™ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © -Ū.

OMG, officially Season 20 of the show! Did you think we'd miss it? We cover the first four episodes of Paradise, so you get a LOT of disjointed content.Here are the TikToks Sammi talked about in the episode. For the payoff, you'll have to listen all the way to the end! Have You Ever Had a Krispy Kreme? Krispy Kreme Explainer

OMG! RYAN SEACREST! Everyone forgot about you! I–thanks! *weird smile* Quickly! Get on the bus! We're already on our way to pick up K-FED. COPYRIGHT THE FESTiVAL PROJECT, INC. ™ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © -Ū.

OMG! RYAN SEACREST! Everyone forgot about you! I–thanks! *weird smile* Quickly! Get on the bus! We're already on our way to pick up K-FED. COPYRIGHT THE FESTiVAL PROJECT, INC. ™ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © -Ū.

The gang got together to talk about the Philly Trip.  A group of discord friends went to see WuTang + RTJ in Philly over the weekend.  Tune in for a recap of the adventures.  We end the show with some gaming talk and paying our respects to all of the legends that passed this week.  Check out our merch and support the show! https://potatothumbspodcast.threadless.com/  OMG we have a Discord! https://discord.gg/SYvh5jvsSH   Email Us PotatoThumbsPodcast@Gmail.com   IG https://www.instagram.com/fluffyfingersmd   Spotify Playlists Day 1 Playlist https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3u37PzeFv04b3z6Uq5voCO?si=3c52ad41c94348a1   Day 2 Playlist https://open.spotify.com/playlist/65jrMS8NSxNW5I9IG27drM?si=500a009043b74a17   Day 3 Playlist https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2B3PydCdAhKvhdKfqssRIK?si=6d9adeba01d946eb   Day 4 Playlist https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3R7SI6NNuWw1UPJ2bwN0sk?si=644ac043acb34d7b   Day 5 Playlist https://open.spotify.com/playlist/27acHFnmTbgDoHbXdTLeV8?si=5aa06b2715904062 

QUICK HITS rafe is already through SurrealEstate and moved onto a very silly k-drama. she did a streamathon! class is over! FOR NOW. rafe got a new dinooooo! rafe saw jurassic world rebirth and caleb saw superman. caleb also talks italy plans, and knives, and world of warcraft bounty stuff is almost over!! rafe talks The post You Guys Are Idiots appeared first on rafe hates caleb.

Matters Microbial #101: Electrifying News about Cable Bacteria July 25, 2025 Today, Dr. Nicole Geerlings from the University of Vienna in Austria joins the #QualityQuorum to discuss some of the wonderful work she and colleagues have carried out studying the wild, weird, and wonderful world of cable bacteria, which can conduct electricity over microbially enormous distances!  Definitely time for #OMG and #WTM! Host: Mark O. Martin Guest: Nicole Geerlings Subscribe: Apple Podcasts, Spotify Become a patron of Matters Microbial! Links for this episode This just became available:  a wonderful short introduction to day's topic, the cable bacteria, from Asimov Press.  It is an absolute must read for everyone interested. Here is a link to the Summer Science Program, a wonderful outreach program for high school juniors. An essay about Nobel Prize winning Albert Szent-Györgyi, who stated that life was a matter of electrons finding a place to rest.  Here is a short video introduction to his work. A video introduction to microbial metabolism. A video introduction to electron transport.  Remember that bacteria and archaea are VERY skilled at using different electron donors and acceptors than eukaryotic life. The really fun concept of the “Jagendorf Jump,” showing electron transport vs. pH in chloroplasts. An overview of the microbial fuel cell concept.  Here is a nice overview I highly recommend. A commercial source for you to build your own microbial fuel cell. A DIY approach to building a MFC.  An ESSENTIAL overview to the idea of electrons in microbial sediments. A review article about cable bacteria.  Here is another fine review. This is a third great introduction to cable bacteria. And here is a video overview.   An article by Dr. Geerlings and colleagues describing cable bacteria for new #Micronauts.  HIGHLY RECOMMENDED. An review of stable isotope probing in microbiology. Here is a video seminar using SIP in microbiology. An overview of Nano-SIMS and how it is used in microbiology.  Here is another review.   A deeply wonderful article by Dr. Geerlings and colleagues suggesting that inactive cells with the “microbial cable” are still conducting electrons! Dr. Geerlings postdoctoral scholar website. Links and References on Cable Bacteria from Dr. Geerlings: 1. Here is a website from the group of Prof. Dr. Filip Meysman from the University of Antwerp, which includes a great video on the electron conductivity of cable bacteria. 2. The first paper describing redox half-reactions separated by long-distance electron transport. Nielsen, L. P., Risgaard-Petersen, N., Fossing, H., Christensen, P. B., and Sayama, M. (2010). Electric currents couple spatially separated biogeochemical processes in marine sediment. Nature 463, 1071–1074. doi: 10.1038/nature08790 3. The paper describing the discovery of cable bacteria. Look into the supplemental material for the excellent experimental set-up to prove that the cable bacteria are the ones doing the long-distance electron transport. Pfeffer, C., Larsen, S., Song, J., Dong, M., Besenbacher, F., Meyer, R. L., et al. (2012). Filamentous bacteria transport electrons over centimetre distances. Nature 491, 218–221. Doi: 10.1038/nature11586 4. A paper that dives into the conductivity of the cable bacteria network and shows that these fibres can conduct electrons just as well as a copper wire. Meysman, F. J. R., Cornelissen, R., Trashin, S., Bonné, R., Martinez, S. H., van der Veen, J., et al. 2019. A highly conductive fibre network enables centimetre-scale electron transport in multicellular cable bacteria. Nat. Commun. 10:1–8. doi: 10.1038/s41467-019-12115-7 5. This paper describes how cable bacteria activity generates a layer of iron oxyhydroxides on the top of the sediment layer and how this delays the release of sulfide into the water column for several weeks in a seasonally hypoxic basin in the Netherlands. Seitaj, D., R. Schauer, F. Sulu-Gambari, et al. 2015. “Cable Bacteria Generate a Firewall Against Euxinia in Seasonally Hypoxic Basins.” Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences of the United States of America 112: 13278–13283. 6. This paper describes how the catabolic division of labor is coupled to an anabolic division of labor where cells reducing oxygen cannot grow and therefore provide a “community service” for the rest of the filament. Nicole M. J. Geerlings, Cheryl Karman, Stanislav Trashin, Karel S. As, Michiel V. M. Kienhuis, Silvia Hidalgo-Martinez, Diana Vasquez-Cardenas, Henricus T.S. Boschker, Karolien de Wael, Jack J. Middelburg, Lubos Polerecky, and Filip J.R. Meysman. Division of labor and growth during electrical cooperation in multicellular cable bacteria. Proc. Natl. Acad. Sci. U.S.A. 117, 5478–5485. Doi: 10.1073/pnas.1916244117   Intro music is by Reber Clark Send your questions and comments to mattersmicrobial@gmail.com

Dave and Chuck the Freak talk about people texting Dave about links and music, emailer sent a pic of his double-stream like Jason, BF searches Asian massage parlor when they have a conflict, BF turned sober and changed sex life, grandma stops woman who was rushing cockpit on a flight, 60-person brawl in a Wisconsin bar, Canadian man bitten by shark, teen rescued after foot was bitten by shark, woman targeted in phone tracking scam, doctors note will no longer be an excused absence at Tennessee school, Provincial Offensive Officers (Poo), the show is getting weirder, NFL negotiations with ESPN, little leaguer barred from game for flipping bat, former Patriots lineman says Tom Brady powdered his butt, latest on Ozzy’s death, reporter dropped mic to help someone in accident, Fantastic Four reviews, winged insect in Cort’s office, UFOs, woman says she captured an alien on home security camera, Benihana chef pulled gun on waiter, naked stranger in family’s home, Thief Or Pervert?, dozens of shoes stolen from apartment shoe rack, Dave gets an OMG text from Amber, lightning strikes a man’s bedroom, woman with waste bag kicked off flight after having recent surgery even though doctor gave her a note, restaurant employee finds gun and fires rounds, woman confronts armed gunmen on her doorbell cam, fire worms are showing up along Florida coast, Vegas tourism is on decline, influencer went swimming in ocean foam and later found out it was raw sewage, 500-year-old pendant found, woman set 2 speeding record on penny-farthing bike, and more!

You're doing everything “right” and your body's still like… nope. Can't drop the weight. Can't sleep. Can't stop yelling at your husband for breathing too loud. If you've ever blamed your hormones but couldn't explain which ones or why this episode is your wake-up call. I brought in hormone ninja Becca Chielankowski to break down the real hormone hierarchy (spoiler: insulin gets VIP access, not estrogen), why inflammation might be the real villain, and what's ACTUALLY driving your “fluffiness” in midlife. Becca and I cover: Why it's not just estrogen, progesterone, and testosterone The metabolic chaos of overtraining and undereating HRT myths, misfires, and must-know truths How cortisol got unfairly labeled the villain (and why it's not) The non-sexy foundations that actually fix your hormones And yes, why less hustle might save your health (gasp!) This is the conversation every midlife woman needs to hear before Googling another supplement stack or fasting protocol. Because guess what? The long way really is the shortcut. Listen now and tag use     to tell us your biggest “OMG that's me” moment. Links  Facebook group Free Resources: https://www.fitgirlmagic.com/freeresources_podcast Website:    FREE Guilt Free Alcohol Guide https://www.fitgirlmagic.com/alcohol_evergreen_2025podcast  

“Careful back there…”   Generally speaking, an artist's DEBUT ALBUM will often be quite good, while their SOPHOMORE ALBUM, in contrast, will often be far more advanced, sophisticated, and light years better than the first, in terms of song writing and overall production. While this is more often than not the rule, there are some notable exceptions.   As with asking a parent with 2 kids “which one do you love more?”, sometimes the answer is obvious, and other times it's “not even close”. And in the instances where dissenting opinions clashed, the resulting debate may have impacted the feelings of others “forevermore”.   It's time to “go get your mom” and bear witness to some “Gonz Bozonders” as we discuss the blockbuster movie magic behind “Shark Week” and prepare to “show no Morrissey” with regard to “butt scissoring” when you JOIN US as we try to determine whether various metal artist's second albums are BETTER OR WORSE than their first.   Visit www.metalnerdery.com/podcast for more on this episode Help Support Metal Nerdery https://www.patreon.com/metalnerderypodcast Leave us a Voicemail to be played on a future episode: 980-666-8182 Metal Nerdery Tees and Hoodies – metalnerdery.com/merch and kindly leave us a review and/or rating on your favorite Podcast app Follow us on the Socials: Facebook - Instagram - TikTok Email: metalnerdery@gmail.com Can't be LOUD Enough Playlist on Spotify Metal Nerdery Munchies on YouTube @metalnerderypodcast   Show Notes: (00:01): “23 lbs down, son…”/ “That's a heart healthy #origami diet…”/ #semiglutide / “Every time I come, you're like ‘that's fine'…” / ***WARNING: #listenerdiscretionisadvised *** / #RussellsTwanglifiedVocals / ***WELCOME BACK TO THE METAL NERDERY FENG SHUI UNDERGROUND BUNKERPOON PODCAST!!!*** / “I'm getting feng shui'd with my Wang Chung…”/ #thisepisodesbeeroftheepisode / #ObiOneCanObi / “Oh it smells like green pee…”/ “The cover model on the upstairs magazine…”/ #starcrunch / #uhhhhkay   (06:00): ***PATREON SHOUT OUT!!!*** / ***COME AND JOIN US ON THE PATREON AT patreon.com/metalnerderypodcast *** / “It's like two dudes butthole fucking each other…”/ #buttscissoring / ***EMAIL US AT metalnerdery@gmail.com and VOICEMAIL US AT 980-666-8182!!!*** / “It'll probably be out before this episode…the LAST episode…”/ “Don't choke on those nuts, bro…”/ “I'm fuckin' trippin' balls…”/ “You might wanna swallow first…”   (10:30): #RussellsReflectionsMovieEdition #Jaws / “That's not Snowflake…”/ #sharkweek / “Every month is shark week for women…”/ “Oh, you mean like the #moonlanding…”/ “BTW, who owned #MarthasVinyard?”/ “Without men, women would never be mothers…”/ #Duel #StevenSpielberg / #BJAndTheBear #EveryWhichWayButLoose #AnyWhichWayYouCan / “I'm telling you…go get your mom…” / “These guys are assholes…”/ #spoiler / “So anyway, that was Steven Spielberg's first attempt…”/ “So it's like #TheShining vs The Shining…”/ “That was his 4th movie (Jaws)…”/ “Sorry, had a couple of beers…(too many)”/ #swallowit / “I know this sounds weird, but…”/ #GonzBozonders / “I might have felt a little weird down there…”   (23:23): “I forget what we're doing…/ #TheDocket / METAL NERDERY PODCAST PRESENTS:  2ND ALBUMS THAT ARE BETTER (OR WORSE) THAN THE DEBUT ALBUMS / “They're not all gonna be equal…is it better or is it worse?” / “Okay, I'm gonna make this real easy to start…”/ “What?” / Hell Awaits vs Show No Mercy / “How about Shout At The Devil vs Too Fast For Love?” / “I am so lost…exactly…”   (29:43): “Kreator…how about Kreator?” / “Violent…what is it?” / “It's not that different…it's not as memorable…”/ “Put on your 1983 hat…Ride The Lightning (was not even out yet) …”/ “I was gonna say DirtBox…”/ Black Sabbath vs Paranoid / “If we're doing a #DeathMatch…”/ Van Halen or Van Halen II? / “This is effectively a Death Match between first and second albums…”/ #VanHalen YOU'RE NO GOOD (Van Halen II – 1979) / “Maybe Kerry King played bass on all the Van Halen albums…”   (38:28): “I do wanna go back to the #Slayer thing…”/ #titillation / “You like Show No Morrissey…”/ “Progressive? Maybe…”/ “I didn't fart in your face, I didn't dishonor your family by farting in your face…”/ The Legacy or The New Order? / “That's very easy…”/ “It's like asking a parent with 2 kids ‘which one do you love more?'…”/ Holy Diver or The Last In Line?/  “Careful back there…”/ “No I don't! OMG, I'm not trying to be difficult!”/ “Let's make an album real quick…”/ #heshammered / “What are we doing now? He's lost the argument…you're doing what women do…because you lost…”/ “That's the next episode…”/ #forevermore / “So anyway…”   (49:55): “Which #Pantera are we talking about?” / “Okay, that one loses…”/ “Here's why Vulgar is so much better…”/ “Roadhouse Blues, but heavier…”/ “Toly different…”/ A NEW LEVEL (Vulgar Display of Power – 1992) / “Did it make you feel special in your special place?”   (54:29): “This is gonna hurt…Blizzard or Diary?” / “If you're talking 1982…”/ #OzzyOsbourne OVER THE MOUNTAIN (Diary Of A Madman – 1981) / #MatthewsReflections / THE ULTIMATE SIN (The Ultimate Sin – 1986) / ***NOTE: This episode was pre-recorded prior to Ozzy's passing on 07/22/2025. R.I.P. and THANK YOU to #ThePrinceOfDarkness for everything you've done for metal!!! #HailAndFarewell*** / “We did the #BarkAtTheMoon dive…put that keyboard back in the closet where it belongs…”   (1:00:15): “What about AC/DC?” / “It was '81 when Dirty Deeds was released in the U.S.” / “Does she know how to run all the equipment?” / “What about #Exodus? Bonded By Blood or Pleasures? / “I like rabbit holes…”/ PIRANHA (Bonded By Blood – 1985) / “I think I'm done…I should go…”/ ***IF YOU CAN THINK OF ANY OTHER EXAMPLES, EMAIL US OR VOICEMAIL US AND GIVE US YOUR 1ST & 2ND ALBUMS…*** / #untilthenext #outroreel 

Omg we can't believe this is real! On August 23, we're hosting our biggest event ever: The Manifest Summit!In this episode, we're giving you all the behind-the-scenes: – What's been going on in our minds (hint: fear, doubt, excitement x1000) – How this idea grew from a spark to a 700+ women summit – Plus how you can win a FREE ticket (!)Wanna join us IRL? ⁠Click here to get your ticket⁠Wanna win a free ticket? DM us @businessanddreams on Instagram the words “I am a strong decision-maker” to enter our giveaway.We seriously can't wait to see you there!

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This month we are taking it easy. Sometimes you have to be kind to yourself so you can be kind to others. Right Superman? OMG have you guys seen Superman? Go see it. And while you're at it stop using AI. It's not punk rock at all.  Follow #NotYourDemoPod! Website Patreon Instagram  Mailing List  Discord

If your marketing feels like it's falling flat - or you're attracting clients who aren't quite the right fit - you might not need more leads. You might need more alignment. In this episode of The Encore Entrepreneur, Lori shares the truth about ideal clients - and why defining your GEM client (Gravitational Pull,  Emotionally aligned, Mirror moment) can radically shift how you show up, what you say, and who says “yes” to working with you. You'll learn: Why we resist getting clear on our ideal client — and how that's holding you back The GEM framework that helps you attract clients who feel like “OMG, this is for me!” The second filter every business owner needs: Ready, Willing, and Able What happens when your message goes from vague to vibrantly specific A simple 10-minute action to help you start speaking directly to the people who need you most If you've ever found yourself saying, “I could help anyone… so why is no one biting?” - this episode is your turning point. Schedule a call today! Click HERE to receive your free gift - Get Clients to Say "YES!" The Ultimate Social Proof Checklist Every Business Needs to Built Trust and Boost Sales Resources: Are you frustrated that your business isn't growing? "Messy to Magnetic: Unlocking the Secret to Effective Marketing" is a free course that goes over the top 10 mistakes small business owners make with attracting their ideal client and converting those clients to leads. Click here for your free gift!  Join Lori's private Facebook group - Make Your Marketing Simple. Lori interviews her guests in the group (giving you advance listening!) and has a community of small business owners just like yourself to connect and grow their businesses.  Join now!  Schedule a Website Biz Accelerator call. Answer just a few questions and Lori will audit your website for the ONE biggest change you can make to your site to get more clients.  Schedule here!  Connect with Lori

0:00 - There are lots of offseason narratives surrounding Bo Nix right now - some are positive, some are negative. But are any of them fair?15:10 - Starbucks announced that the coveted Pumpkin Spice Latte will return on August 26th. OMG totes can't wait. Next, Bo Nix and Jalen Hurts are more similar than you'd think, according to Kaner.34:31 - Are we surprised that no one's picked up Russell Westbrook yet? He should've found a home by now.

V červencovém dílu OMG podcastu se vydáváme do světa festivalového marketingu a partnerství – konkrétně u Beats for Love, největšího středoevropského festivalu taneční elektronické hudby. Pro rozvoj tak velkého festivalu jsou potřeba nemalé investice, a především stabilní obchodní partneři. Hostem je Radomil Štumpa, který v rámci Beats For Love zastává pozici manažera strategických partnerství. Přiblíží nám, jak probíhá vyjednávání partnerství mezi festivalem a firmou, co obnáší jejich příprava a proč představují pro značky obrovskou příležitost. Povídáme si také o hodnotách, které rozhodují o výběru partnerů, a o tom, jak se řeší situace, kdy očekávání značek nejsou zcela v souladu s filozofií festivalu.

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WELCOME BACK CHICAAAAA. OMG what a crazy few months it's been! A whole continent move, a whole chapter, big realizations, identity shifts, and internal and external EXPANSION.Welcome to a whole new season.STRAP IN - we're turning it up UP UP

MARTHA STEWART is having a bake sale when literally ALL HELL breaks loose MARTHA STEWART (sighing in disappointment, tossing down her spatula firmly) “I wanted it to be fun.” Do you sleep with a gun? Do you sleep with a gun? What is done in the dark, Comes to light just for fun What is done in the night, Tends to turn to the day Do you sleep with a gun? Do you sleep? Do you pray? It is early 19th century and almost nothing technologically speaking has become available, but the small handgun seems to remain materialized; it is a smith and wesson pistol about one hundred years beyond the time itself, but unlike the traveler's other possessions, it has remained in tact. The storm and dreary rain continues to fall in its heavy downpour of the blue forest's night, the moonlight and the lightning storm almost competing with one another for the luminescence of it. Inside, the candles have gone out–and though it is dark and increasingly wet outside, some rain even drifting in through the cracks in the roof and pooling in the floorboards, trouble approaches the man, who does not not sleep, clutching the pistol as if holding a lovers hand–tight, and with designation. Do you sleep with a gun? Do you roll out of bed with the angst And the tales of the ancient Rolling around with the words in your mind All the words in the world in your heart But no courage? Do you dream? Do you dream all the kingdoms and castles in the sky? All the knowing when you do close your eyes You're soon to die Do you nightmare? Do you wonder why? Do you sleep with a gun? Do you sleep in a cage? Do you dream in the rage of anger, bleeding Wishing courage Wanting stardom Do you whisper our words in the morrow Do you love all but one in the cottage? {Enter The Multiverse} Lil Bitz I luh this dude so much. I just wanna bone em. That's it. Like a bone-in chicken wing. Thank you very much! II'm a real fan girl like that. I'm like “I'll follow you anywhere.” “Ohhh my gooooosh” It's a real thing. But sometimes I get lost in the moment, cause, you know, his songs are like 10 minutes long, and I start to thinking: Like omg it could get serious. Like if we banged and then it was effing magnificent– Cause i'm fully obsessed with him and his sausage. I've integrated them both into my mantras, so– It could happen. So sometimes I get lost in thought and i'm like “Omg what if we just hardcore banged and then fell in love like, Then we'd move in together, right–?” And then i think to myself “no , no–that's too much because actually, i'm quite scared of him.” Lol Like even if we banged a lot, and we were living in a large ass house, and I were cooking him canadian bacon and everything, I think i'd still be scared of him. I'm like “we can't be hanging in a large ass house– I will straight dissappear.” “I will hide from him.” I will hide. And he'd get sick of that shit, and he'd bet trying to get rid of me, but he can't– cause he can't find me! I'm like “this house is ginormous (lol, ginormau5) HAHAHA I WILL HIDE! He will not be able to find me. I will hide from him; like the cat. “It's just you and me, kitty” The difference is you'll find the cat at mealtime. Not me, tho. You can griddle your own canadian bacon sir. L E G E N D S I used to work at Tubby's…then I lost a hundred pounds… Congratulations! Not really. They laid me off because I was no longer technically a “big beautiful woman” But you're still a very beautiful woman. So i've heard. But that doesn't make me smart or talented. That's not true. Actually it does! My only skills and experience are in pastry chefing and topless table dancing. Well, pastry chefing–that's good! Maybe you can get a job at a bakery somewhere! No, pastry cheffing and topless table dancing; I can only do them at the same time! Oh. It's how I was trained… I see. –it's a certificate program. {Enter The Multiverse) Copyright The Collective Complex © [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] © 2025 All Rights Reserved

MARTHA STEWART is having a bake sale when literally ALL HELL breaks loose MARTHA STEWART (sighing in disappointment, tossing down her spatula firmly) “I wanted it to be fun.” Do you sleep with a gun? Do you sleep with a gun? What is done in the dark, Comes to light just for fun What is done in the night, Tends to turn to the day Do you sleep with a gun? Do you sleep? Do you pray? It is early 19th century and almost nothing technologically speaking has become available, but the small handgun seems to remain materialized; it is a smith and wesson pistol about one hundred years beyond the time itself, but unlike the traveler's other possessions, it has remained in tact. The storm and dreary rain continues to fall in its heavy downpour of the blue forest's night, the moonlight and the lightning storm almost competing with one another for the luminescence of it. Inside, the candles have gone out–and though it is dark and increasingly wet outside, some rain even drifting in through the cracks in the roof and pooling in the floorboards, trouble approaches the man, who does not not sleep, clutching the pistol as if holding a lovers hand–tight, and with designation. Do you sleep with a gun? Do you roll out of bed with the angst And the tales of the ancient Rolling around with the words in your mind All the words in the world in your heart But no courage? Do you dream? Do you dream all the kingdoms and castles in the sky? All the knowing when you do close your eyes You're soon to die Do you nightmare? Do you wonder why? Do you sleep with a gun? Do you sleep in a cage? Do you dream in the rage of anger, bleeding Wishing courage Wanting stardom Do you whisper our words in the morrow Do you love all but one in the cottage? {Enter The Multiverse} Lil Bitz I luh this dude so much. I just wanna bone em. That's it. Like a bone-in chicken wing. Thank you very much! II'm a real fan girl like that. I'm like “I'll follow you anywhere.” “Ohhh my gooooosh” It's a real thing. But sometimes I get lost in the moment, cause, you know, his songs are like 10 minutes long, and I start to thinking: Like omg it could get serious. Like if we banged and then it was effing magnificent– Cause i'm fully obsessed with him and his sausage. I've integrated them both into my mantras, so– It could happen. So sometimes I get lost in thought and i'm like “Omg what if we just hardcore banged and then fell in love like, Then we'd move in together, right–?” And then i think to myself “no , no–that's too much because actually, i'm quite scared of him.” Lol Like even if we banged a lot, and we were living in a large ass house, and I were cooking him canadian bacon and everything, I think i'd still be scared of him. I'm like “we can't be hanging in a large ass house– I will straight dissappear.” “I will hide from him.” I will hide. And he'd get sick of that shit, and he'd bet trying to get rid of me, but he can't– cause he can't find me! I'm like “this house is ginormous (lol, ginormau5) HAHAHA I WILL HIDE! He will not be able to find me. I will hide from him; like the cat. “It's just you and me, kitty” The difference is you'll find the cat at mealtime. Not me, tho. You can griddle your own canadian bacon sir. L E G E N D S I used to work at Tubby's…then I lost a hundred pounds… Congratulations! Not really. They laid me off because I was no longer technically a “big beautiful woman” But you're still a very beautiful woman. So i've heard. But that doesn't make me smart or talented. That's not true. Actually it does! My only skills and experience are in pastry chefing and topless table dancing. Well, pastry chefing–that's good! Maybe you can get a job at a bakery somewhere! No, pastry cheffing and topless table dancing; I can only do them at the same time! Oh. It's how I was trained… I see. –it's a certificate program. {Enter The Multiverse) Copyright The Collective Complex © [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] © 2025 All Rights Reserved

OMG omg OMg oMg We are BACK from our Summer Siesta! Wishing you and yours a HaWt SuMmEr! Definitely not a HOT summer because... oy vey we are not here for the underboob sweat. ANYWAYS, We missed you so so much! Also, please forgive me I know my mic SUCKS in this episode and have ordered a new one... it is being remedied. ANYWAYS, this guy... the man the myth the legend brings the word MOOCH to a WHOLE ::clap:: NEW ::clap:: LEVEL ::clap:: and we are here to spill all the tea on this very beloved and before his time impressionist painter. So come join along! There will be good times, sad times, and bad times, but we're laughing... yes we're laughing! Come laugh with us! Xoxoxo WE LOVE YOU! - The BB's

One of the most entertaining horror movies seen by this podcast. OMG.

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OMG you guys, this episode is insane — I sat down with my hilarious, unhinged queen Stewart Fullerton and we went OFF. We're talking Love Island obsession, why New York heat waves are a personal attack, and how we're literally NOT OKAY thanks to TikTok brain rot. We get into Stewart's Arkansas roots, dating red flags, why men shouldn't talk on stage, and how we're manifesting her a Jason Momoa boyfriend.

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Its True Crime- BLE style! You're never going to believe what happened with Jayna and her cleaning lady (no WONDER she has trust issues!). This one's a wild ride! Press play then decide if YOU think listening to murder documentaries saved her life. This one's going to have you waiting on the edge of your seat, adding locks to your doors and saying "OMG!!!   As mentioned: JAYNA'S LIST OF BINGE-WORTHY PODCASTS Betrayal Stories of people who have been betrayed by lovers, friends and family Trashy Divorces All the messy details of your favourite celebrity and historical divorces Was I In A Cult? People share their first hand accounts of their time in all kinds of different cults. Kill List Recenty won "best true crime podcast" and for very good reason. I was hooked from episode 1. Pretend All kinds of people pretending to be someone else. Scamfluencers This one's all about scammy influencers. Think Ponzy scemes, fake products and phoney claims.   If you enjoyed this episode and would like to send some love, please click here: Buymeacoffee.com/BigLashEnergy Our not-so-secret goal is to create a tribe of badass women who find beauty in the messiest parts of life. We're learning and laughing as we go! If you know someone who could use a little BLE in their life? If so, could you pretty please share this show with them! ...let's grow this tribe together!    IN THIS EPISODE  -Why women love true crime  -Scam artist story -The Lululemon Murder -The benefits of listening to murder documentaries    HOW TO CONNECT:  Find us on INSTAGRAM!  BigLashPodcast   Jaynas makeup and personal IG: JaynaMarieMakeup   We're official! Here's our website: www.biglashpodcast.com   

In Today's Episode of You Can Call Me Goddess:Okay...I've been through so many ups and downs when it comes to my body image — it's been a long journey toward truly loving my body… and honestly, I still have my moments!You know that feeling when you're confident and sexy, fully in your element — when you're alone?But then as soon as you're in a group, that little voice creeps in:“Do I look fat?”“Omg, those girls look so good!”“Do they think I look big?”Yep. Even after years of self-image healing, those thoughts still pop into my mind (WAY less now, but still). So what's the reason we struggle with this?Why do we feel like this?What's causing that nagging feeling of “not good enough”?Let's dive in.So sit back and enjoy the show!Dive deeper inside the Free Goddess Academy Membership:⁠⁠https://portal.nouksgoddessacademy.com/Membership⁠Want to explore more of our programs?Visit: ⁠www.nouksgoddessacademy.com⁠Or Email:⁠ info@nouksgoddessacademy.com⁠Come hang out with me!Instagram: ⁠⁠https://www.instagram.com/manoukvink⁠⁠YouTube: ⁠⁠https://www.youtube.com/@manoukvink⁠

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Maybe I'm not afraid because it just feels temporary. The noise in the apartment made it easy to let go, and better yet, because of the noise— the only way a pro bono lawyer might speak with me is if I was evicted— then, explaining away that from the day I moved into the apartment my mental health began to spiral and, that recovery from homelessness and having left an abusive relationship became impossible with motorcycles and modified cars circling like buzzards, gangsters slanging on the corner banging music I hated, and an all around environment of unwellness, in which I was unable to cope with the mechanisms of even the simplest tasks, after being bombarded by these hellish people. I was sure that speaking with one sort of lawyer and explaining my heavily documented case would eventually lead to meetings with another kind of lawyer who would see my case and agree that I had been attacked, and severely wounded— and eventually, probably, compensated. It simply wasn't facet of my imagination but seemed there was sort of hate group targeted to stalk and harass me— even in Manhattan, after visiting the Apple Store, a random pair of motorcycles approached and revved their engines thunderously as I walked back to the studio, even startling another passerby, as she shook her head as if to say “that was horrible”, with this look of fear and disgruntlement. It had been two years of this for me, though, and so I was somewhat used to it. It still hurt, but not the way it used to. Inside, sort of like the way a boxer knows how to take a punch because he's trained for it. But this was not my job, and I was not getting paid, unless I could actually put my mind together enough to assimilate some sort of strategy; a lawsuit against the property management and the city itself for allowing the harassment, and at the end of the day, it didn't much care who was responsible, and whether it was politics or street theatre— I just wanted it to stop. I could honestly say that any sort of legal action was indeed not about the money, but rather an escape. Would I live in New York if I did not have to? Not by any means, anyway, in the way I did. Just the view alone set me off, and anytime one of the foam panels fell out of the window from sun or dust and the lot of cars and busy intersection peered through, a gut wrenching anxiety came over me like the way it did when I first saw it; even then, when I first viewed the apartment, I knew that something bad had happened here before I even moved in— and it was bad, the constant motorcycle attacks, and at one point they were not at all writeable enough off as “normal noise”, the way they used to wait until I was almost a sleep to rip through the block and create sonic booms that sounded like bombs—eventually these kinds of attacks stopped but it was around the first year that I started to realize due to these series of traumas my brain was wired differently.i understood that she's were acts of war, but why? I had no intentions of stirring anything up in this place and honestly, from the start, because I was stuck, I had just wanted to get out. Hold on. I got two jokes. Ok. What was the one about— Oh, it's so simple but since they hate black women so much it would probably make a white audience laugh. My ex punched me so hard, I thought I was going to run for president in 2028. That's it? That's the joke. That not a joke. You're right. That's not a joke. I'm not though. I realized that. Please. Don't hit me. [beat] Unless you hit me hard enough that I actually become the actual president. Then, you're free to assassinate me. Thats the joke? Yeah. What a horrible joke. Yeah. Kind of. Okay. What's the other one? It's the—it's that enter the multiverse joke on the Sean Evans timeline. Ok. (Who is Sean Ryan) Idk. [Sean Ryan was the Showrunner of The Shield, Starring Michael Chiklis and Walton Goggins__which ran from 2001-2007, and also fostered the writing career of Kurt Sutter, who went on to create Sons of Anarchy.] Anyway. One of the contestants from hot ones calls Sean and goes, Sean! And Sean's like: Whaddup? Sean! How do you do this bro? [sean is eating ghost pepper cereal for breakfast with ice cold horchata ) Ew. Nice. It was gonna be milk but SEAN EVANS (Aside) The cinnamon gives it a nice schwing. Apparently, The training for hot ones is a non-stop tolerance-topper. Sean RYAN is always doing his best to outdo himself. Yeaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh! Thats right. Any fucking way. Sean! How do you do this everyday, buddy! Do what? My butthole is burning! I don't have one. You— what? I do not any longer have a butthole. Beg your pardon. I got it removed. What. What. Hold on, it's a multilayer joke. 2x Joke multiplier! Are we still playing this game? OH YEAH! goddamn. I really wanna see this fictional koolaid movie. WHERE'S SETH ROGEN? ROB LOWE is directing an episode of ENTER THE MULTIVERSE. DIRECTOR Quiet on Set! He turns to DRAKE BELL who is reprising his role as TIMMY TURNER. ROB LOWE Sorry, is that triggering to you? Nothing is said but instead he just shoots him a look. really on it with the zingers today. What can I say. I juice fasted and then ate like a normal person so maybe— I don't know. What's that supposed to mean. Everything is temporary. My next run isn't scheduled until after midnight but I might climb on the Peloton for an ironic spin. I owe everyone money. Not in the way that I ever wanted to be this bum, but in the way that all of my jobs have been awful enough that— honestly, I never quit, it just eventually all falls apart. I've been almost fondly remembering the— {Season 5} —summer in Las Vegas I had two awful jobs, no car, no place to live, and One boss who looked like Dillon Francis— And well. INT. LAS VEGAS ATHLETIC CLUB. WHENEVER. ITS OPEN 24 HOURS!!! WHEEEEEE!! Omg that guy looks just like Jimmy Fallon. BEFORE Oh, hi Jimmy. Hey! You finally noticed. I been noticing. You know I'm in a screen, right? You're in all the screens. Not all of them. ALL THE SCREENS A large wall of paneled Televisions hangs above the cardio center. … … MEANWHILE For while, the dude was everywhere. And I mean— Yo! I swear to God— —don't do that! — every time I look at a fucking tv, you're on it! shhh—watch your language! For what! You're on the Telivision, I'm not. You are on the Television! I'm not! —look just— trust me I don't have enough time before we're about to cut to co—[mmerciial!] [cuts to commercial] That dude is weird. Hm. That dude does look like Jimmy Fallon. — and one boss that looked like— Well, you get it. Yes he does. Very much so. Hm. Should I fuck him? Ew! No! What! Gross . No. Take his job! What? This incompetent drunken loser was, for a very short time— my manager. Just then when the car alarm when off, I express my not so subconscious, and must remark To remind my dear audience that this SUPACreature Is exponentially explicit, hence the Sexual exploitation of he who is hereby known As [Not] Jimmy Fallon. He was maybe the worst boss I ever had. If not the worse, definitely one of them. He was always drunk, Slept on the job, Was inappropriately explicit, Sexualized everything, And bitterly racist, Lived with his mother, Had social problems And was, Of course— Completely incompetent. Two hosts sit watching the serason premiere with popped corn. Oh. That's clever That's funny. See, those redactions could have been anybody. They were anybody. M— Jimmy!? Which Jimmy?! Last time I had a visionary dream about Jimmy Kimmel he was holding a white candle. At any rate, they were out of black, and I have no idea what that's supposed to mean, but I can only assume that when any host takes an extended hiatus, it's some kind of Contractual agreement. Ah-hem… Sign it. I don't know… about… that. And why not? This creature is one of the most powerful in the multiverse. [Jimmy Fallon] TINA FEY What. Are you serious. —and that's my time. Just trust me on this— NO. Pretty please! Oh, welL, since you made it pretty. Really? NO. Absolutely not. You are increasingly difficult. I learned to brew at thought at wishing wells Again, I gallop, striving to dance past the forced illusions of a non-corrupt decision, The end is near and also, simply The Division. ENTER THE MULTIVERSE: L E G E N D S — The Rock and And the Kite Part X: The Division Bell Part 10?! Yes. How is it part ten? Where are parts 6 through 9 I don't know. I have no clue. (You have no idea) Oh. I get it. The parenthesis are the voice of God. (It's all the voice of God, These are just more strong dictations.) Fix your diction! Fix your Dick Nixon if it don't swing left; On a finite curve, It switches with any direction, Irregular, my guest; I could have asked that. I have no tact, And no talent, No candles left, I can't relax! I just happen to have What I know I can't stand, And that's— High standards for a man. So I imagined a fantasy. My next run was scheduled for midnight but I'd spent the month suffocating and suffering in waist trainers navigating vampires and I had even been stood over by the actual Devil herself on the subway ride home. What even was the point of running all this way and eating all this well If no matter who I tried to love would really turn to the same old evil thing that wanted me dead in the first place? Being honest, I still didn't know what it was at all— but maybe it was always going to try to bite me no matter what I did. So It didn't matter much when the overdue balance came equal to the amount I needed to purchase club standard CDJs, I didn't care about anything because I was never treated fairly with honest or good intentions. Not even from my birth, or my mother, and perhaps that was the problem. My human perception of the world was trained by this thing who could never really see my value or worth in the way that it would take to be fully loved. Something was always wrong with me, and so something was always wrong with the world. All I knew was, I wasn't panicking though it had been an obvious attack— the email had sent as I orgasmed, after a series of the same old system of stress I'd been in for years— revving engines and long bangs and other methods of keeping me from reaching climax— but it was my body, and so just because I was under surveillance for whatever reason; perhaps they were listening and this self release made them uncomfortable, but I needed it. It had been years since my last loving embrace— since my last touch, or stroke, or kiss— and so yes, while admittedly my senses were out of place, they were also heightened in that I knew what was happening in my apartment was wrong, and the worse it got, the more I kept track of the things that were happening, the better off I'd eventually end up, just by respecting myself and my own time. I needed recovery; running down the the gym to be hatestalker by some half naked model or some egotistical little man throwing and slamming things around was going to do no better for my psyche even with a run considered; instead of a mile of mantras, it would instead become a mile of trying to ignore whatever whoever had followed me into the gym was doing to get my attention. Luckily I had a Peloton in my room and with any luck at all, by the afternoon I'd have all the focus in the world to ride it— but for now I was writing, and thinking, and feeling my insides out after a long month sonic alchemy, which had also resulted in my finally reaching the conclusion that I was indeed being followed around. But why? Lil bitz Yo imagine if Amazon had a comment section. Not like reviews but an actual like— Comment section for the ads and products. Don't act like it wouldn't be the little place to just, like, go. [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright The Festival Project, Inc. ™ & The Complex Collective © 2015-2025 All Rights Reserved

Suddenly, as I looked up from my makeshift workspace, where I had been toiling away for hours at seemingly nothing—I realized the world was full of everything I'd ever wanted to fuck; something primal and ancient had been awakening within me and I was left in a dangerous volitile position, drifting somewhere between reckless promiscuity in a sexual escapade—and the pseudo-conservative now-only partially celibate maiden form of fantasy—there wasn't anything I could do but wait inside my tragic box for some unassuming old soul to finally open the gate—and allow whatever devious and fiending hedonistic godbeing —though never fully lying dormant, entrapped and imprisoned in a loveless and sexless prison. You might recognize me. You Know, I was one of the original Kings of comedy. If I put my heart inside a box; Maybe I'd forget how cold it was Or how far you are Or how much it hurts There's no harm in God, If there ever was one Then, reality sets in: God was my only friend No armor on, I'm at the end Or a long, long walk I'm off again And on again Nothing's impossible— stop at the alter and scoff a bit I left my coat on, I left my heart on the rooftop, A sacrifice, love At the alter, I wonder a song, Or a sonnet A song, No, what's wrong? Something off a bit God, I woke up in a coffin once Isn't that awful The rest or the song wrote itself, At the alter No, I can't stop and talk Got to get off, Cause I've never been on I've never belonged in the world I'm breaking down, jim boy Don't you know? That this show blows my mind But it's stuck in my head Don't you know That this show Blows my mind Like a firework But it's still Stuck in my Head The context is that I want you From the mustache Down to your tonsils But I'm Locke inside of a box Every day I feel poorer and poorer The product says something is wrong to me I'm supposed to just stop at the stop sign And look both directions Before crossing over to Comic nights At the salad bar What a cosmic waste of time And an epic waste of space Am I in your internet history I'm dead You surely are in mine, But I'm right behind you I'd be lying for trying to say I'm not binded Clutch bag, Nut-thins Nailed to the cross With the arches doubled over The crossword Above old Missouri Missoula and Arkansas All saw us run out of gas But I probably should just get going You're so drunk that I don't hope you sober up Understand that our little talks Were just buffered By sunrise Or sunset And two more cocktails, Shirley temples and Surely none of this ever even happened I only know you by the misery in my belly. The heartache in my ribcage. The cry I hold in silent I only know you as Remarkable I, House of cards Ace of wands Down to one Card of hades and Spare me the spade I'll be drifting in the outline and ink of it forever It's the Fourth of July and I'm just waiting on an Amazon order for water If that's not freedom I don't k me what is The elevator music Of my ascension The attitude of attraction, Gratitude, it's so unusual Fight to lose, In a room full of fools; The fuse, and the matchbox— Futile—amusing— Tunes from a hatchback Keys in the lockbox What you want, From the problem solver? That's enough; Now she's out of the box In just socks, And they laugh at her— But also wonder Where her shoes might have gone to There's a lot of ways to get out of a big black duffel bag, You just have to ask, actually But there's only one To get out of the coffin, Or “Box” as they called it, That she was locked up in Futile—amusing— Tunes from a hatchback Keys in the lockbox What you want, From the problem solver? That's enough; Now she's out of the box In just socks, And they laugh at her— But also wonder Where her shoes might have gone to I won't got no business in the business I unplug the plug because I'm finish Just because my skin they think I'm niggas But that disrespect because I isn't You disrespected me Put the emphasis in neglect Synthesis? Sympathies Put some respect on my name Before I put some facts in these flames Making me famous But you don't play me Picking up packages Trying to play me I am the president bitch Not the lady Okay Scratch my back With a metal spatula Take a step back, this is not your world Take a step back While I skip forward This is snitch territory; You should be very aware of me Beware If that's didn't scare you Just stay right there I'm in weight class: BEAR Flying first class air with howling thunderous winds and much hacking, “TIMOTHY THE GIANT CAT” dislodges a Omg dislodges a what? I have no idea that's all that was there. omg. My mother must've known something about me I couldn't have; My mother must have given me her monster But this monster knows better. Even just the profile is an irritant for now; Unsure, meditterenian, Overgrown pantheons turned to ruins What happened was harder, Turbulence I've been good, Golden even But this computer wants me gone And now, Aggravated Assault with a program Who would have thought the forth world war would be fought With our own thoughts? No one. Hm. Even just a glimpse and imm angrier than I've ever been. Still something creeps like the Harvard doctor Or the burning fire Or the flicker of just a thought A meadowlark and still Vines at the bottom of the spring In the pantheon Rhythms and rythms and Now I remember why were blowing up the counterparts Shut up, And pay your taxes Nothing to see here, bottoms up. But it's only 9 and half a clock Remember Sonny, would ya Now we're all obscure in the shadowbox Fix you up a seller Shortly temple soda Surely something lingers Sure enough The forest, And the father And the omen And the harpist And the seeker And the shadow And the wonder And the alter Therefore, Who art thou Therefore, who, Arthur What a wonderful tragedy, Mr. Lin He said, “I thought you'd though so” I say, “Prayers answered and nothing less Than just in the nick of time, For nickel backs And Pennie's picked up, Now in capsules Who you are, I falter But nevertheless A songbird” What a vow, God. I try to keep my promises But my face is still wilted And awkward I take those punches Just about as well As the bag I've become Downstairs, embankments And more shadow boxes Gift, valentines And then now By Fourth of July I should be quite the disappointment To just about everyone Who even had a thought about her There are no more colors Just wounds, And salt shakers, Garlic and Slamming doors Art throbs And heart connesuiers And curators Existential crisis And inward turmoil Oil on canvas Blood spills Long before it ever boils Cauldrons Candle marks Ought, with my eye out Out, with the harpists! I put my eye on, Dose now, Flicker flames, Shadow box Goodnight drunken soldier Pity this, I want to sleep, but wither I want to weep, but am watched I must be under some kind of… Umbrella. I bust me under some kind of — Possession. I must be under surveillance The Devil's in the neighbor The proof is in the pudding I want to punch the possum Or wombat Or what you would call a rodent Dressed as some dumb girl I'm sure she gets paid by the poem To poke and prod But I've written symphonies next door While she plants the seeds of the devil's words And still tries to force conformity In a neighborhood riddled with disease Of which includes her Poor habits and lack of personality No vibration after all But I've hydrated perfectly And circumstances permit, Again, I've written symphonies and never ending sagas in the bathtub While you threaten to pull the plug And put the light out I beg you to watch me Rip my veins apart with box cutters And razorblades Then again, Probably with glee, The whites would watch Another black in agony They seem to really like that Then again The blacks, the shadows Cursed beats Seem to rip each other into pieces As if for entertainment or otherwise Watch this They seem to hate each other moredoes Anybody else actually hate them also And therefore I watch pitifully and become Respectfully disengaged As I am sorted into Creatures of the agony, abyss and wisdom old A tale as old as time and still Something forgotten, Even still It is a man's war, And us as women are just Objects, Then whatever lurks next door is more An empty body or a shell Than ever more a woman was That was my husband you stole from the office. Fucking dumb whore. Then again; What never was owned Then cannot be stolen See golden brotherhood, Crepes and popes, Sacred pipes Cerulean, And keeping her out of our concepts And gardens Planting seeds of choking mongrels And still here We dance in the meadowlarks song And the chosen fountain The blue rays of sun, And the wonder's bow and arrow Again, I call? Well, again I wake As lover does not call But yet I to answer with a song of words And heart of such A song of one to call for But nothing lays more secret then These eyes and filled with pains A wound, salted A bullet, And gillotine Ouch Get out, God. Listen, mister listen A couple hours later And my eyes are steady getting misty Filled with sweat and bears No blood yet Stings my eyes So you know I ain't been eating right And eyes o. Irish Hash and cabbage Checks to cash And slight advantage God help us all If the brim of the hat is dripping And I'm gripping these quarts as I sleep And thinking of Jimmy Croissants fresher baked in the oven Then somebody better love my son Before I go and end the world And pull the plug I ain't got nothing left for em but diamonds! I left forums unanswered I started a lot of unfinished problems But the thing is, I'm almost sure they're already solved Considering as alcoholism's a solvent It cams hurt the hard boards And mother drives The tears are filled with sweat And fountains Somebody else should call it in I'm in so much trouble with the network Thanks a lot, you algorithm fucking Cocksuck programmers Now my heart hurts And soul is vanished How hard do I have to run To go and catch her I looked 15 years into the past And found a wheeelbarrow and basket I have got to get out of here I have got to get out of here Here the coroner comes for Debbie Cadaver But I'm still her, huh Aren't I? Run! You fucking Irish bastard Perfectly tan and yet still, stark white Perfectly golden and still, I'm on numbers Perfectly parished, And still I went backwards A wedding or funeral? All catholic, no services No difference at all And still Nothings worse than Indifference I'm in so much trouble with the network Be king in the nexrophiliac And still I left the golden metropolis For nothing but a metro card and Simple segregative diversity tactics I wanted the heartland! Still, Irish bastard Wish hash and cabbage I've got to get out of here Pushing a basket Abandonment And Fatal attraction You can't sell me anything If I can't buy it Recovery day But I don't feel like it Muscles tired, I'm elastic Send them to the band camp (White lion) I'm elastic Twists and turns and I'm elastic Double up, Double up I'm elastic Twists and turns and There's vampires Don't feel like it Double up double up I'm elastic Take a lesson This is tragic Double up double up I promise, it is personal not business It's professional, no promises now On the radio tower Spread it out Or just hijinx it I mix drinks with hindsight I'm elastic Lesson learned and Twists and turns Between the fireman and the super Someone left a stench And an energy marker in my room That left me clawing at my “Do not touch” money And it hit below the belt. It was all God's comedy, But not in the least funny, I knew I didn't like the super really for whatever reason But even after he left to check the Fire defectors His stench lingered over the smell of the forgotten smoke And I woke up from a nightmare As if I'd lost control When normally, I know imm dreaming with Enough time to change things Before they spiral out of control— And the worst part, I didn't remember the dream at all besides Waking up, finally at the end Realizing it was a dream and telling myself It was okay, because now I could just wake up But it wasn't okay, and I blamed the super And whatever he brought with him For lingering in my space Which didn't really feel like mine anymore, anyways, Because the neighbor was evil as they come And they were always playing mind games in the building And the motorcycles And really I deserved better But I couldn't afford it And because I couldn't afford it The demons were always lurking Trying to penetrate my space And they did, that day And it was God's comedy But it wasn't funny And it lingered And the nightmares And the motorcycles was a years long nightmare indeed And hey, At least I got some new music. I realized my show might be the only place my “remixes” might ever see the light of day or have ears other than mine; I couldn't afford the permissions and licenses for most of the music I wanted to remix— nor did I have the energy or the funds to secure the means to come across them. And so, it might have been a good idea to start working; I emptied my bank accounts with intention, with a kind of understanding that it didn't matter at all anyway. Kind of nothing mattered, because there was no real money involved— and I had, in fact stumbled upon the opportunity in a suicidal spiral of desperation, being somewhat hopelessly lost at random in what I thought was Williamsburg; it wasn't, I had apparently walked around Brooklyn in an extremely large loop for about an hour before I realized I might be going in the wrong direction because I couldn't see Manhattan anymore, I didn't care. It was probably 77 or something degrees but with the New York humidity it felt like 90, and I was wearing a head to toe full body sauna suit trying to recover from the end of the month's rations of beans, rice, and literally whatever the fuck I really wanted, because it was really also whatever the fuck I could afford without running out of food for the month before my card reloaded. Thinking I should just die, and in the same very moment stumbling across an opportunity that wasn't nessarily a job, but could easily lead to one— and so, after paying my internet bill, I plunged and poured nearly every last cent I had left over Into what? Idk it just ends there. Goddamnit. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū.

What secret did you accidentally blurt out? "I came in late to a conversation. Apparently, the group was talking about a hospital and how great their doctors are. I interjected and said "OMG, Dr. Pepper is the best!" "In 4th grade my teacher came in wearing a suit. Trying to be funny I said: Wow, who died? and he said: My Father. I'll never forget that day." "I asked a girl if she was excited for the upcoming prom at her boyfriend's wake. One of the worst moments of my life."See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

This is Season 6, Episode 19 of this "The Vampire Diaries" related podcast! Pete is watching the show for the first time and Ash is a superfan. Each episode they watch an episode of TVD and discuss. This week they talk about snatch game, horror books, the cure for vampirism, much more!  They do some Pete-dictions at the end of the show. Talk to Pete here: https://www.instagram.com/theportableproducer/ We were voted one of the Top 10 The Vampire Diaries Podcasts on the web. https://blog.feedspot.com/the_vampire_dairies_podcasts/ Also we're in the top 100 Vampire Podcasts here: https://www.millionpodcasts.com/vampire-podcasts/ The EC Little Free Library: https://www.instagram.com/eclittlefreelibrary/ Pete is on Letterboxd! https://letterboxd.com/peterlh/ Check out The VamPetey merch at https://www.teepublic.com/user/highdive If you like #TheVampireDiaries and/or you are a young adult, you should check out Pete's books! https://www.amazon.com/Peter-L-Harmon/e/B011SBWJF8/ref=dp_byline_cont_pop_book_1 And if you love this show, please leave us a review. Go to RateThisPodcast.com/vampetey and follow the instructions.

Ladies, we need to talk about the part of your body you never think about until it literally snaps —your BONES.   This week I'm joined by the actual king of bones, Dr. John Neustadt, a doctor and , researcher , and supplement founder who's made it his mission to prevent the silent epidemic we call osteoporosis.  

I wanted to catch you up with my life, it's been so chaotic with work being done on our house, my upcoming surgery, our upcoming trip, I also bring you up to date with Maggie May Marmalade. I watched a movie last night and want you to watch it as well. Please text me after watching this movie OMG. ALSO, THERE IS A NEW SNACK IN TOWN. I could literally eat this every day of my life! LIFE IS SO MAGICAL! If you want to see all the things going on in my life just tap the link below.Thank you from the bottom of my heart!Don't forget my favorite quote that I live by..."Sometime good things fall apart so GREATER things can fall together"Linktr.ee/amyfordyce

Summer always comes with this invisible pressure — to make it magical, memory-filled, and Pinterest-worthy for our kids. But what happens when life hits with sick days, sudden stomach bugs, and survival-mode parenting? In this episode, we get real about the expectations we put on ourselves as moms during summer break.We talk about the guilt that creeps in when we're just doing the bare minimum — because sometimes, that's all we can do. Between cleaning up throw-up, keeping the house semi-functioning, and still trying to show up for our kids, this summer hasn't exactly gone as planned. And if your kid caught that mysterious 24-hour stomach bug that came out of nowhere — yeah, we're talking about that too.Tune in for some laughs, a few “OMG, same” moments, and a reminder that a good summer doesn't have to be perfect — just real.Give us a follow

When you're sight impared, what's a good job for you? Interesting answers to this...also, how messed up is out world when Kat is a fashion trend-setter? OMG.

Sooo… what does Susan actually do? This week, we're bringing a fresh perspective to Everyday Epigenetics: Raw. Real. Relatable. In a special twist, co-host Kate King steps into the interviewer's seat, flipping the script to spotlight our very own Susan Robbins. Together, they dive deep into the transformative world of pH360 HealthTypes—what they are, how they work, and why they're the ultimate key to personalized health that truly delivers results. Get ready for an engaging conversation that unpacks the science, the stories, and the strategies behind this groundbreaking approach to health and wellness.Kate recently went through Susan's full ph360 onboarding and coaching process herself (spoiler alert: she's an Activator, too, but they are still very different), so she's asking the juicy questions you actually want answers to.This episode is a lively, eye-opening conversation that's sure to leave you laughing, nodding, and saying, “OMG, that's me!” Susan dives deep into the fascinating connections between your biology, lifestyle, and personality, explaining how ph360 and the HealthTypes unlock the secrets to your unique health blueprint. From the energetic Activator to the nurturing Guardian, Susan shares relatable examples and surprising insights that will have you seeing yourself, and your health, in a whole new light. Whether you're curious about personalized health or just love those “aha” moments, this episode is packed with inspiration, humor, and practical wisdom. Tune in and discover how your biology shapes the way you live, love, and thrive!In this episode, you'll learn:What ph360 Health Typing truly is, and why it's far more than your average wellness tool.The 6 unique HealthTypes (and how to start recognizing which one resonates with you).Why timing is the secret ingredient for optimizing food, movement, and stress management.How two people can share the same HealthType on paper but express it in completely different ways.The reason most “one-size-fits-all” health advice fails, and how personalized strategies can transform your results.Mind-blowing client stories, including one where a simple shift in movement timing led to an 11-pound weight loss!Ready to discover your unique health type and finally take control of your health? Reach out to Susan directly at susan@healthyawakening.coWhether you've been listening for ages or just found us, this is the perfect episode to understand what Susan really does, and how this kind of personalized approach can help you unlock a whole new level of well-being.RESOURCES:Check out Susan's NEW E-book! Download it FREE here: https://healthyawakening.co/ebook-signupFind all of Kate and Susan's Resources and links on the show notes!Shownotes: https://healthyawakening.co/2025/07/07/episode65/Visit the website: healthyawakening.co/podcastFind listening links here: https://healthyawakening.co/linksP.S. Want reminders about episodes? Sign up for our newsletter, you can find the link on our podcast page! https://healthyawakening.co/podcast

This week on Pour Minds, we’re joined by Zonnique, Bahja, and Bre of the OMG Girlz. From teenage fame to grown woman moves, the group reflects on what it really took to grow up in the spotlight — and still show up for each other all these years later. We talk about navigating the industry as young Black girls, maintaining friendship through fame, and how their bond has evolved with time. We also touch on the question: Do girl groups still work? — and why theirs stood the test of time. And yes, we had to ask… what makes a man say “OMG” in the bedroom? Subscribe to our Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/pourminds SHOP POUR MINDS: https://www.pourminds.com Want to book us? EMAIL: booking@85southshow.com DREA NICOLE'S YOUTUBE: @dreanicoleee POUR INTO YOUR POD E-BOOK: https://www.pourminds.com LEX P'S YOUTUBE: @lovelexp SHOP DREA’S LTK: https://www.shopltk.com/explore/Drean... SHOP MUSE BEAUTY: https://www.musebeautycollection.com Send Fan Mail To: 1452 Chattahoochee Ave NW GA 30318 United States Wanna leave us a voicemail? Call 678.827.1826 Want Advice? Email: askpourminds@gmail.com Item of the Week Submissions: itemoftheweekpm@gmail.comSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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Jason reviewed "Jurassic Park Rebirth." Did he love it and should we see it in theaters? Kendall saw "Harry Potter and the Cursed Child" in NYC Did she love it? An update on myTalk's walking club and a cat survived this?! OMG! It gets better, but does it?See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

OMG...if you loved the episode with GK Barry then you are not going to want to miss this!! We, well mainly Soph, ask Grace your questions but I chip in with my thoughts and I give my answers too. I actually think Grace and ?i are quite similar. You want to know what's it like for Grace to be famous now, who's been her favourite and worst guest and much more. This episode is sponsored by Match Bingo...a brilliant app that combines sport betting with bingo. Their support means we can grow the podcast and bring you, the listener more exciting content. So click on the link below and not only could you win some money but you will be supporting the pod too!! https://matchbingo.onelink.me/VMlY/katieprice Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

This episode of The Jubal Show is a rollercoaster of jaw-dropping confessions, hilarious fails, and emotional showdowns. We kick things off with a jaw-dropping Dirty Little Secret featuring a sugar baby who took "room service" to a whole new level. Then, in First Date Follow Up, Selena’s dreamy food festival romance takes a bizarre turn when her date reveals her shocking hair-tracking habit. We also dive into an AI-powered breakup prank that leaves one boyfriend hilariously scrambling, plus a round of You vs Victoria trivia where listeners battle for Matt Rife tickets. And in To Catch a Cheater, Paul confronts his girlfriend Leslie in an intense, heart-wrenching reveal about her ex — a can’t-miss moment. From confessions to chaos, this episode has everything: surprises, laughs, and plenty of OMG moments. Hit play and get ready for an unfiltered ride with The Jubal Show. Your all-access pass to the most hilarious, outrageous, and unpredictable moments from The Jubal Show! Catch up anytime with all your favorite segments, including:

What if you could ditch diet culture and feel amazing in your body? In this episode, Stacy talks with the ever-wise Alicia Stafford—aka the queen of “your way” weight loss—for a conversation that's as real as it gets. Together, they talk about the messy middle of healing from disordered eating, making peace with food (yes, even dessert!), and finding a path to wellness that actually feels good. We're talking orthorexia, intuitive eating, body trust, and how to let go of the toxic rules we've been taught to follow. This one's part truth-telling, part pep talk, and full of those “OMG, me too!” moments. If you've ever struggled with food, body image, or just want to feel at home in your skin—pull up a chair. You're not alone, and freedom is possible. 00:00 | Welcome + Why This Conversation Matters 03:00 | Disordered Eating Histories & Breaking the Cycle 07:45 | What "Your Way" Really Means 11:15 | Intuition, Scarcity Mindset & Food Freedom 17:00 | Letting Go of Control + Listening to Your Body 24:30 | Weight Gain, Ozempic, and Owning Your Story 28:25 | Healing Without an Audience 35:20 | The Mindset Conversation + Next Steps DISCLAIMER: This episode contains open and personal discussions about eating disorders and weight, including orthorexia, bulimia, binge eating, and weight loss. Please listen with care, especially if you are in recovery or currently struggling. The conversation is based on lived experiences and is not intended as medical advice. If you need support, reach out to a qualified healthcare provider or a licensed mental health professional. You're worth it. Find Alicia: Instagram Find Stacy: ⁠realeverything.com⁠ ⁠instagram.com/realstacytoth⁠ ⁠missionmakersart.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Dick is back and so are the jokes. You’ll appreciate the OMG take on strip joints, bachelor party studs, and Ian’s stint as a Chippendale dancer. And, in a classic case of life imitating art, we learn Donna’s stalker storyline has a scary backstory! Tori and Jennie share how they feel about their real-life nightmare being fodder for the writers room. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.