Podcasts about Papa Bear

In this bedtime story Bernice is having ... a normal day. She has lots of homework, did well on her math test, and is super hungry again. It's a good thing that Papa Bear has some ginger cookies ready for her, with some warm milk. That night after a yummy dinner, Papa Bear tells Bernice a bedtime story about a Frong and magical mangos.  ✔️ Perfect for ages 4+ ✔️ Themes: Gratitude & Appreciation • Kindness • Empathy • Family • Self-Expression • Friendship and support Sleep Tight!, Sheryl & Clark ❤️

In dieser Doppelfolge, die wir live auf der SAE Convention aufgenommen haben, sprechen wir mit zwei außergewöhnlichen Persönlichkeiten aus der Musik- und Kreativszene:Fynn Kliemann – Musiker, Unternehmer und Allround-Kreativer – erzählt, wie er es schafft, bei all seinen Projekten motiviert zu bleiben, warum Authentizität für ihn wichtiger ist als Perfektion und wie er den Einfluss von KI in der Musik einschätzt. Außerdem geht's um Selbstvermarktung, kreative Balance und die Kunst, nicht aufzugeben.(00:30:32) Jan van der Toorn – Produzent und Songwriter (u. a. Backstreet Boys, Nana, Papa Bear) – spricht über seine Anfänge, seine Haltung als Künstler in einer sich wandelnden Branche und was es braucht, um langfristig erfolgreich und unabhängig zu bleiben.Zwei Gespräche, ein roter Faden: Leidenschaft, Ausdauer und der Mut, kreativ zu bleiben.Sound&Recording-Magazin | Studiosofa Website: ⁠⁠soundandrecording-magazin.de⁠⁠WhatsApp-Gruppe: ⁠⁠soundandrecording-magazin.de/whatsapp⁠⁠Instagram: ⁠⁠@soundandrecording.magazin⁠⁠YouTube: ⁠⁠@StudiosofaPodcast⁠⁠TikTok: ⁠⁠⁠@soundandrecording.mag⁠⁠Spotify: Studiosofa & SR-Magazin PodcastApple Podcasts: Studiosofa Podcast

Adventures of Dirk: An Oceanside Bikers Gathering - Part 1 Dirk finds his favorite place on earth. By Original Aramis. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The day was bright and clear without a cloud in the sky, the weather was warm without being hot, and there was little if any wind. Traffic was minimal at best, and this enabled Dirk to relax as he rode his Harley down the highway at 70MPH, a black duffel bag full of his clothing and gear strapped across the rear seat. Riding his bike in conditions like this was one of the things that Dirk loved most in the world, and like most bikers this was a kind of therapy for him that couldn t be found anywhere else. Whenever life s concerns and distractions got to be too much for him, Dirk would fire up the bike and hit the road, not going anywhere in particular but just going until either the bike needed gas or he needed food, or both. But today was different. Dirk was travelling with a destination in mind, specifically the clubhouse of one of his MC s charters that was in the neighboring state. They were celebrating their 10th anniversary and had planned a monster party, one that Dirk wouldn t have missed for the world. The charter was also located in his favorite beach resort town where his favorite beach resort hotel, The Windjammer, was located, so there was no way he wasn t going to make this party. He had already made his reservation at the hotel, although he knew he d most likely end up spending the majority of the night at the clubhouse enjoying the party and the hospitality of the club. He d had several invites from club members to stay at their house, but Dirk politely declined them all. As much as he loved the members of his club he always felt a little out of place when he stayed overnight with one of them, and preferred the privacy of his own hotel suite instead. Besides, if he got lucky with one of the many girls he knew were going to be at the party, he wanted a place to go where he could be assured of privacy and comfort. It was late in the afternoon when Dirk pulled into the parking lot of The Windjammer, having been on the road for a little more than eight hours. He was achy and tired from the ride, needing both a shower and a drink in the worst way. He pulled his bike up under the awning of the main entrance to the hotel and dropped the kickstand, his loud pipes turning every head within ear shot. He drew a few disgusted looks from some of the snootier patrons when they saw his colors and his long hair, but he truly didn t give a shit. He was worth more than most of them on his worst day, so he really couldn t care less about their opinion. He shut down the engine and got off, stretching for a moment before going into the hotel and checking in. He came back out with a card key for his room less than three minutes later, then got back onto his bike to move it into the parking lot. Once there he shut the bike down, locked the ignition and the forks, unstrapped the duffel bag and headed up to his room. The room was located on the 22nd floor of the hotel and had a magnificent view of the ocean. As soon as Dirk got into the room he dropped his bag on the bed and went out onto the balcony, standing there and looking out at the ocean. He smiled as he smelled the salt air and felt the ocean breeze on his face, then closed his eyes and just listened to the sound of the waves and the water for several long moments. Then he opened his eyes and looked up and down the beach, still smiling. This is my favorite place in the whole world! he said out loud to himself, his smile getting bigger. It was late in the day on Saturday so the beach was packed with tourists, but this didn t bother him. He wasn t there to go out on the beach this trip, he was there to party and have a good time, so the crowd of people on the beach wasn t important. He stood there for a few moments longer, then turned and went back into the room to shower and change. He took his leather vest with his club s colors on it off and dropped it on the bed, the rest of his clothes following. A few minutes later he was in the shower, standing under the stream of hot water and letting it wash away the achiness and the road grime from today s ride. After his shower he unpacked, tossing his clothes into the drawers of the dresser in the room, then got dressed and headed down to the lounge to have a drink before going over to the clubhouse. He knew the party was going to be big and loud, and he wanted to have at least one drink in relative peace and quiet before he subjected himself to the noise of the party. He walked into the dimly lit lounge and headed towards the bar, glancing around the room as he did so. It was early in the evening so the lounge wasn t very full, with only two or three tables being occupied and less than half a dozen people sitting at the bar. As he walked up to an empty stool he noticed a group of three people, two women and a man, sitting at one of the tables. Dirk could tell that the man and one of the women, a brunette with a very cute face and a huge pair of tits, were obviously together since they were holding hands and sitting very close to each other. The man looked to be quite a bit older than the woman, maybe 20 years or so, he couldn t be sure, but Dirk was positive that the man was at least old enough to be her father. And by the way they were acting, he knew that wasn t it. Husband, maybe, but father- no. Not unless they were into something really kinky, that is. The other woman, a short blonde wearing a pink two piece outfit consisting of a tight top that tied in the front and equally tight shorts, was sitting on the other side of the table from them, smiling as they talked. She looked up at him as he walked towards the bar, quickly giving him the once-over as she continued talking to her friends. Then she smiled at him, pausing for a moment in her conversation, before turning back to her friends and continuing the conversation. Dirk continued on to the bar and sat down at a vacant stool, ordering a shot of Blanton s straight up when the bartender came over to him. Very good, sir! the bartender said, acknowledging Dirk s taste in bourbon. A few moments later he brought the drink over and set it on the bar in front of him, and Dirk picked it up to take a sip. He eyed the blonde woman in the mirror behind the bar as he did so, taking his time and looking her over good. She was small, around five foot nothing Dirk would have guessed, with long blonde hair down to the middle of her back. She had a cute face with angular features to her cheeks and nose, with slightly almond shaped eyes that fit her face perfectly. Her teeth were white and straight, accompanied by lips that were full and apparently very soft. They weren t full enough to be called dick sucking lips but they were close damned close. 'Man, I wonder what it would feel like to have those lips wrapped around my dick! Dirk thought to himself as he looked down to his drink to take another sip. He didn t see the brunette look up at him sharply just as he had this thought, a look of mild surprise flashing across her face for a moment before she broke out in a smile, turning her attention back to her friends. Dirk also didn t see the brunette reach out and touch the blonde s hand as she spoke, her words causing the blonde to glance over at him before she, too, broke out into a smile. When they all got up to leave Dirk noticed that the blonde had a stout, firm, and slightly muscular body. Her stomach was flat and her waistline slightly tapered, with shapely legs and a firm, rounded ass that flexed when she walked. And on top of all that was a large, firm bustline that sat high on her chest, the twin globes bouncing and jiggling inside her tight top as she walked. She glanced over at him and smiled again as she walked away, the three of them walking out of the door and out of sight. Dirk turned and enjoyed the sight of her ass flexing inside of the equally snug shorts she was wearing, and he couldn t help but wonder how those globes of flesh would feel in his hands. Dirk turned back to his drink, smiling to himself as he took a sip. Half an hour later Dirk was on his bike and headed out to the clubhouse for the party, and just as he expected there was a very large crowd of bikes and people already there. He parked his bike in front of the clubhouse with the others, not bothering to lock it knowing that the prospects who were positioned around the parking area would keep an eye on it. Watching the bikes of full patch members was part of their job as prospects, and to lock your bike while at the clubhouse with the prospects there was considered disrespectful to the host club. Besides, the prospects knew they d get their butts kicked if they let anything happen to the bike of a full patch .. When he got inside, he saw that the party was already in full swing. He walked over to the packed bar, exchanging greetings, hugs and handshakes with at least half a dozen other club members along the way. The club was hosting an open bar as usual, and Dirk was sure that by the time the party was over the grounds and the clubhouse would be littered with empty beer cans, discarded solo cups, and drunken bikers, all passed out and lying wherever they had fallen. Dirk didn't plan to be one of them, so he took it easy on the beer. There was a time in his life when he'd be the first one to pass out drunk, but those days were long over. Hangovers hurt a lot more than they used to, so he avoided them whenever he could by staying mostly sober. Weed was his intoxicant of choice these days, and there was just as much of that to be had as there was beer and hard alcohol. One of his close brothers fixed him up with a couple of the biggest, fattest doobies Dirk had ever seen, and after he had made the rounds of the clubhouse, which took about an hour he sat down at a table in a corner of the clubhouse to relax, enjoy his beer and his weed, and watch the party unfold in front of him. Two beers and half of the doobie later, Dirk was feeling pretty good, enjoying sitting at the small table and watching the goings-on in the clubhouse. Party parties were always loud, raucous, and entertaining, and tonight's party was no different. He put the joint to his lips to take another hit but stopped his hand in mid-air when he saw the petite blonde from the hotel bar walk into the room. Instead of the tight shirt and shorts she was wearing at the hotel, she was now wearing faded jeans tucked into black leather boots that came halfway up her calves, a tight white v-neck shirt that showed a generous amount of cleavage, and a denim jacket that was just as faded as the jeans she wore. She turned heads as she made her way through the crowd to the bar, stopping to talk to several people along the way. As she was talking to one of them, she turned in Dirk's direction, and a smile crossed her face when she saw him sitting at his table. She finally made her way over to the bar and got a beer, then made a beeline for Dirk's table. Mind if I sit down? she said, smiling down at him, her deep blue eyes sparkling. Please do, Dirk said, motioning to the empty chair across from him. She put her beard down on the table and then sat down, leaning forward onto her elbows as she crossed her forearms on the table in front of her. I was hoping you'd be here tonight, she said, smiling at him. My name's Amy, by the way. Nice to meet you, Amy. I'm Dirk. What made you think I'd be here? he asked, taking a swig from his beer. Your colors, she said, referring to his leather vest with his MC patches on them. I saw them when you sat down at the hotel bar earlier, and I had a feeling that you were in town for the party, she replied, still smiling at him. You seem to know a lot of people here, he said, taking a drink from his beer. Are you somebody's old lady? he asked. If he was going to make a move on this highly attractive and very sexy woman, he needed to know if she was the wife or girlfriend of a club brother. To move on another man's woman is a cardinal sin in the MC world, and he had no desire to get involved in that. No, I'm not, and I'm not a sweet butt either, she said, sitting back and taking a drink from her beer. A sweet butt was a woman who lived at the clubhouse, kept the place clean, and serviced the club members whenever they wanted it. I have my own place over on Vincent Lane about 20 minutes from here, so I don't live at the clubhouse. I'm more of a house mouse, actually, I help the club out with some of their administrative functions and help organize fundraisers and things like that, but I'm not looking for a partner or an old man. I actually helped organize this party, I'll have you know, she said, looking around briefly and gesturing with the beer in her hand as she did. From what I can see, you did a good job, Dirk replied, smiling at her for the first time. So if you're not somebody's old lady or a sweet butt, how did you get involved with the MC to begin with? he asked, genuinely curious. She looked down for a moment before replying, a solemn look on her face, before she looked back up at him and replied. I was the old lady of the founding sergeant at arms, Papa Bear. He was killed in an accident about a year after the charter was granted, and the way the club treated me when that happened was just,.. she stopped for a moment, a small smile creeping onto her face and her eyes tearing up just a bit. They showed me so much love and compassion, I knew I'd found a home here and would never leave it. So I haven't. I'm not looking for another old man or another club member to hook up with, and everyone knows that, so they leave me alone. They all watch out for me like a band of big brothers, and I appreciate that, she said, her smile returning. The brotherhood of an MC is something that you have to experience to really understand, Dirk said, nodding at her. Being the MC was one of the best things I ever did, and I love it, he said, taking a drink from his beer before continuing. So why were you hoping I'd be here tonight, may I ask? Because you make me tingle in all the right places, she replied, looking into his eyes. When I saw you at the bar earlier tonight, the tingling began immediately, and by the time I left it was so intense I could hardly stand it. I was so wet I was surprised I didn't squish when I walked. Her eyes were bright and shining as she looked at him, a big smile on her face. You're very direct, aren't you, Amy? Dirk asked, smiling back at her. Yes, I am, she replied, nodding her head. Life is too short to waste time fucking around, you know? Unless you're actually fucking, that is. She was absolutely grinning by now. So are you tingling now? Dirk asked. Let the games begin, he thought to himself. Absolutely, Amy replied, giving him a big smile as she replied, without missing a beat. And my panties are absolutely soaked, she picked her beer up and took another drink before putting it back on the table and speaking again. You know, Dirk, if you play your cards right and I think you will, not only will you find out how my ass feels in your hands, you'll also find out what it feels like to have my lips wrapped around your hard dick! Dirk's mouth fell open, a look of utter surprise on his face. She laughed at his reaction to what she had just said, and the surprise was evident in his voice when he finally spoke. How the fuck did you know that, he said, incredulously. What are you, psychic or something? No, but my friend Sherry is. Amy replied, still grinning. She's the woman who I was with at the hotel bar, and the man was Rob, her husband. Rob is a lieutenant with the local police department, and I've known Sherry since high school. She's always been a little bit psychic, and when she picked up on what you were thinking in the bar, she told me about it. Okay, I'm officially freaked out. Rob said, picking up the joint and taking a hit. Amy held her hand out with the palm up and wiggled her fingers at him, so he passed the joint to her. She put it to her lips and took a big hit, holding the smoke in for a moment, before blowing it out and passing the joint back to him. Most people are, she said, following the hit on the joint with a drink from her beer. Freaked me right the fuck out too, the first time Sherry told me something that I was thinking. I don't know how Rob handles it on a daily basis, I really don't. She put the beer down and leaned on the table again, crossing her forearms as she had before and creating about a mile of cleavage for Dirk to admire. A slightly evil smile crossed her face as she spoke again. So do you want to find out or not, Dirk? she said, her voice low and sultry, her eyes smoldering. Oh, yeah, Dirk replied, returning her smile. That, and a whole lot more, I hope, he said. I think you can count on that. Amy replied, grinning at him. My hotel? Dirk said, and Amy shook her head. Let's go to my place, she said. When I fuck you, I want it to be in my own bed, not in a hotel. I'm guessing you live alone? Dirk asked, just to be sure. Not even a cat, she said, giving him a big smile. Works for me, Dirk said, picking up his beer and draining it. He took one last hit from the joint before dropping it to the floor and crushing it under his boot. Where do you live? 102, Vincent Lane, about 20 minutes from here, she replied, draining her own beer and putting the empty bottle on the table. You gonna let me be your back warmer on the ride over there, she asked. Only if you promise to press those big tits against my back. Dirk replied, giving her a dose of her own medicine. Amy laughed as she responded. What kind of a back warmer would I be if I didn't? Hell, I may even give you a reach around, as well, she said, standing up. Dirk stood up as well, looking down at her from across the table. You're really something, you know that, Amy? he asked. You ain't seen nothing yet, high side, she replied, calling him by his road name that she got from the patch on the front of his vest. Just wait until I get you home. They walked out of the clubhouse and over to his bike, and Dirk got on first. He held the bike steady while Amy climbed on, then cranked up the engine. The loud pipes roared as the engine came to life, and Dirk dropped the bike into gear and pulled out of the parking area. Amy leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him, pushing her big tits into his back, just as she had promised. She held on tight as he maneuvered the bike through traffic and out onto the open roadway, following the directions Amy was saying into his ear as she clung to his back. A few minutes later, they were out on the open roadway, headed towards her house and what Dirk knew was going to be a very interesting evening. To be continued in part 2 . By Original Aramis for Literotica

Adventures of Dirk: An Oceanside Bikers Gathering - Part 1 Dirk finds his favorite place on earth. By Original Aramis. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The day was bright and clear without a cloud in the sky, the weather was warm without being hot, and there was little if any wind. Traffic was minimal at best, and this enabled Dirk to relax as he rode his Harley down the highway at 70MPH, a black duffel bag full of his clothing and gear strapped across the rear seat. Riding his bike in conditions like this was one of the things that Dirk loved most in the world, and like most bikers this was a kind of therapy for him that couldn t be found anywhere else. Whenever life s concerns and distractions got to be too much for him, Dirk would fire up the bike and hit the road, not going anywhere in particular but just going until either the bike needed gas or he needed food, or both. But today was different. Dirk was travelling with a destination in mind, specifically the clubhouse of one of his MC s charters that was in the neighboring state. They were celebrating their 10th anniversary and had planned a monster party, one that Dirk wouldn t have missed for the world. The charter was also located in his favorite beach resort town where his favorite beach resort hotel, The Windjammer, was located, so there was no way he wasn t going to make this party. He had already made his reservation at the hotel, although he knew he d most likely end up spending the majority of the night at the clubhouse enjoying the party and the hospitality of the club. He d had several invites from club members to stay at their house, but Dirk politely declined them all. As much as he loved the members of his club he always felt a little out of place when he stayed overnight with one of them, and preferred the privacy of his own hotel suite instead. Besides, if he got lucky with one of the many girls he knew were going to be at the party, he wanted a place to go where he could be assured of privacy and comfort. It was late in the afternoon when Dirk pulled into the parking lot of The Windjammer, having been on the road for a little more than eight hours. He was achy and tired from the ride, needing both a shower and a drink in the worst way. He pulled his bike up under the awning of the main entrance to the hotel and dropped the kickstand, his loud pipes turning every head within ear shot. He drew a few disgusted looks from some of the snootier patrons when they saw his colors and his long hair, but he truly didn t give a shit. He was worth more than most of them on his worst day, so he really couldn t care less about their opinion. He shut down the engine and got off, stretching for a moment before going into the hotel and checking in. He came back out with a card key for his room less than three minutes later, then got back onto his bike to move it into the parking lot. Once there he shut the bike down, locked the ignition and the forks, unstrapped the duffel bag and headed up to his room. The room was located on the 22nd floor of the hotel and had a magnificent view of the ocean. As soon as Dirk got into the room he dropped his bag on the bed and went out onto the balcony, standing there and looking out at the ocean. He smiled as he smelled the salt air and felt the ocean breeze on his face, then closed his eyes and just listened to the sound of the waves and the water for several long moments. Then he opened his eyes and looked up and down the beach, still smiling. This is my favorite place in the whole world! he said out loud to himself, his smile getting bigger. It was late in the day on Saturday so the beach was packed with tourists, but this didn t bother him. He wasn t there to go out on the beach this trip, he was there to party and have a good time, so the crowd of people on the beach wasn t important. He stood there for a few moments longer, then turned and went back into the room to shower and change. He took his leather vest with his club s colors on it off and dropped it on the bed, the rest of his clothes following. A few minutes later he was in the shower, standing under the stream of hot water and letting it wash away the achiness and the road grime from today s ride. After his shower he unpacked, tossing his clothes into the drawers of the dresser in the room, then got dressed and headed down to the lounge to have a drink before going over to the clubhouse. He knew the party was going to be big and loud, and he wanted to have at least one drink in relative peace and quiet before he subjected himself to the noise of the party. He walked into the dimly lit lounge and headed towards the bar, glancing around the room as he did so. It was early in the evening so the lounge wasn t very full, with only two or three tables being occupied and less than half a dozen people sitting at the bar. As he walked up to an empty stool he noticed a group of three people, two women and a man, sitting at one of the tables. Dirk could tell that the man and one of the women, a brunette with a very cute face and a huge pair of tits, were obviously together since they were holding hands and sitting very close to each other. The man looked to be quite a bit older than the woman, maybe 20 years or so, he couldn t be sure, but Dirk was positive that the man was at least old enough to be her father. And by the way they were acting, he knew that wasn t it. Husband, maybe, but father- no. Not unless they were into something really kinky, that is. The other woman, a short blonde wearing a pink two piece outfit consisting of a tight top that tied in the front and equally tight shorts, was sitting on the other side of the table from them, smiling as they talked. She looked up at him as he walked towards the bar, quickly giving him the once-over as she continued talking to her friends. Then she smiled at him, pausing for a moment in her conversation, before turning back to her friends and continuing the conversation. Dirk continued on to the bar and sat down at a vacant stool, ordering a shot of Blanton s straight up when the bartender came over to him. Very good, sir! the bartender said, acknowledging Dirk s taste in bourbon. A few moments later he brought the drink over and set it on the bar in front of him, and Dirk picked it up to take a sip. He eyed the blonde woman in the mirror behind the bar as he did so, taking his time and looking her over good. She was small, around five foot nothing Dirk would have guessed, with long blonde hair down to the middle of her back. She had a cute face with angular features to her cheeks and nose, with slightly almond shaped eyes that fit her face perfectly. Her teeth were white and straight, accompanied by lips that were full and apparently very soft. They weren t full enough to be called dick sucking lips but they were close damned close. 'Man, I wonder what it would feel like to have those lips wrapped around my dick! Dirk thought to himself as he looked down to his drink to take another sip. He didn t see the brunette look up at him sharply just as he had this thought, a look of mild surprise flashing across her face for a moment before she broke out in a smile, turning her attention back to her friends. Dirk also didn t see the brunette reach out and touch the blonde s hand as she spoke, her words causing the blonde to glance over at him before she, too, broke out into a smile. When they all got up to leave Dirk noticed that the blonde had a stout, firm, and slightly muscular body. Her stomach was flat and her waistline slightly tapered, with shapely legs and a firm, rounded ass that flexed when she walked. And on top of all that was a large, firm bustline that sat high on her chest, the twin globes bouncing and jiggling inside her tight top as she walked. She glanced over at him and smiled again as she walked away, the three of them walking out of the door and out of sight. Dirk turned and enjoyed the sight of her ass flexing inside of the equally snug shorts she was wearing, and he couldn t help but wonder how those globes of flesh would feel in his hands. Dirk turned back to his drink, smiling to himself as he took a sip. Half an hour later Dirk was on his bike and headed out to the clubhouse for the party, and just as he expected there was a very large crowd of bikes and people already there. He parked his bike in front of the clubhouse with the others, not bothering to lock it knowing that the prospects who were positioned around the parking area would keep an eye on it. Watching the bikes of full patch members was part of their job as prospects, and to lock your bike while at the clubhouse with the prospects there was considered disrespectful to the host club. Besides, the prospects knew they d get their butts kicked if they let anything happen to the bike of a full patch .. When he got inside, he saw that the party was already in full swing. He walked over to the packed bar, exchanging greetings, hugs and handshakes with at least half a dozen other club members along the way. The club was hosting an open bar as usual, and Dirk was sure that by the time the party was over the grounds and the clubhouse would be littered with empty beer cans, discarded solo cups, and drunken bikers, all passed out and lying wherever they had fallen. Dirk didn't plan to be one of them, so he took it easy on the beer. There was a time in his life when he'd be the first one to pass out drunk, but those days were long over. Hangovers hurt a lot more than they used to, so he avoided them whenever he could by staying mostly sober. Weed was his intoxicant of choice these days, and there was just as much of that to be had as there was beer and hard alcohol. One of his close brothers fixed him up with a couple of the biggest, fattest doobies Dirk had ever seen, and after he had made the rounds of the clubhouse, which took about an hour he sat down at a table in a corner of the clubhouse to relax, enjoy his beer and his weed, and watch the party unfold in front of him. Two beers and half of the doobie later, Dirk was feeling pretty good, enjoying sitting at the small table and watching the goings-on in the clubhouse. Party parties were always loud, raucous, and entertaining, and tonight's party was no different. He put the joint to his lips to take another hit but stopped his hand in mid-air when he saw the petite blonde from the hotel bar walk into the room. Instead of the tight shirt and shorts she was wearing at the hotel, she was now wearing faded jeans tucked into black leather boots that came halfway up her calves, a tight white v-neck shirt that showed a generous amount of cleavage, and a denim jacket that was just as faded as the jeans she wore. She turned heads as she made her way through the crowd to the bar, stopping to talk to several people along the way. As she was talking to one of them, she turned in Dirk's direction, and a smile crossed her face when she saw him sitting at his table. She finally made her way over to the bar and got a beer, then made a beeline for Dirk's table. Mind if I sit down? she said, smiling down at him, her deep blue eyes sparkling. Please do, Dirk said, motioning to the empty chair across from him. She put her beard down on the table and then sat down, leaning forward onto her elbows as she crossed her forearms on the table in front of her. I was hoping you'd be here tonight, she said, smiling at him. My name's Amy, by the way. Nice to meet you, Amy. I'm Dirk. What made you think I'd be here? he asked, taking a swig from his beer. Your colors, she said, referring to his leather vest with his MC patches on them. I saw them when you sat down at the hotel bar earlier, and I had a feeling that you were in town for the party, she replied, still smiling at him. You seem to know a lot of people here, he said, taking a drink from his beer. Are you somebody's old lady? he asked. If he was going to make a move on this highly attractive and very sexy woman, he needed to know if she was the wife or girlfriend of a club brother. To move on another man's woman is a cardinal sin in the MC world, and he had no desire to get involved in that. No, I'm not, and I'm not a sweet butt either, she said, sitting back and taking a drink from her beer. A sweet butt was a woman who lived at the clubhouse, kept the place clean, and serviced the club members whenever they wanted it. I have my own place over on Vincent Lane about 20 minutes from here, so I don't live at the clubhouse. I'm more of a house mouse, actually, I help the club out with some of their administrative functions and help organize fundraisers and things like that, but I'm not looking for a partner or an old man. I actually helped organize this party, I'll have you know, she said, looking around briefly and gesturing with the beer in her hand as she did. From what I can see, you did a good job, Dirk replied, smiling at her for the first time. So if you're not somebody's old lady or a sweet butt, how did you get involved with the MC to begin with? he asked, genuinely curious. She looked down for a moment before replying, a solemn look on her face, before she looked back up at him and replied. I was the old lady of the founding sergeant at arms, Papa Bear. He was killed in an accident about a year after the charter was granted, and the way the club treated me when that happened was just,.. she stopped for a moment, a small smile creeping onto her face and her eyes tearing up just a bit. They showed me so much love and compassion, I knew I'd found a home here and would never leave it. So I haven't. I'm not looking for another old man or another club member to hook up with, and everyone knows that, so they leave me alone. They all watch out for me like a band of big brothers, and I appreciate that, she said, her smile returning. The brotherhood of an MC is something that you have to experience to really understand, Dirk said, nodding at her. Being the MC was one of the best things I ever did, and I love it, he said, taking a drink from his beer before continuing. So why were you hoping I'd be here tonight, may I ask? Because you make me tingle in all the right places, she replied, looking into his eyes. When I saw you at the bar earlier tonight, the tingling began immediately, and by the time I left it was so intense I could hardly stand it. I was so wet I was surprised I didn't squish when I walked. Her eyes were bright and shining as she looked at him, a big smile on her face. You're very direct, aren't you, Amy? Dirk asked, smiling back at her. Yes, I am, she replied, nodding her head. Life is too short to waste time fucking around, you know? Unless you're actually fucking, that is. She was absolutely grinning by now. So are you tingling now? Dirk asked. Let the games begin, he thought to himself. Absolutely, Amy replied, giving him a big smile as she replied, without missing a beat. And my panties are absolutely soaked, she picked her beer up and took another drink before putting it back on the table and speaking again. You know, Dirk, if you play your cards right and I think you will, not only will you find out how my ass feels in your hands, you'll also find out what it feels like to have my lips wrapped around your hard dick! Dirk's mouth fell open, a look of utter surprise on his face. She laughed at his reaction to what she had just said, and the surprise was evident in his voice when he finally spoke. How the fuck did you know that, he said, incredulously. What are you, psychic or something? No, but my friend Sherry is. Amy replied, still grinning. She's the woman who I was with at the hotel bar, and the man was Rob, her husband. Rob is a lieutenant with the local police department, and I've known Sherry since high school. She's always been a little bit psychic, and when she picked up on what you were thinking in the bar, she told me about it. Okay, I'm officially freaked out. Rob said, picking up the joint and taking a hit. Amy held her hand out with the palm up and wiggled her fingers at him, so he passed the joint to her. She put it to her lips and took a big hit, holding the smoke in for a moment, before blowing it out and passing the joint back to him. Most people are, she said, following the hit on the joint with a drink from her beer. Freaked me right the fuck out too, the first time Sherry told me something that I was thinking. I don't know how Rob handles it on a daily basis, I really don't. She put the beer down and leaned on the table again, crossing her forearms as she had before and creating about a mile of cleavage for Dirk to admire. A slightly evil smile crossed her face as she spoke again. So do you want to find out or not, Dirk? she said, her voice low and sultry, her eyes smoldering. Oh, yeah, Dirk replied, returning her smile. That, and a whole lot more, I hope, he said. I think you can count on that. Amy replied, grinning at him. My hotel? Dirk said, and Amy shook her head. Let's go to my place, she said. When I fuck you, I want it to be in my own bed, not in a hotel. I'm guessing you live alone? Dirk asked, just to be sure. Not even a cat, she said, giving him a big smile. Works for me, Dirk said, picking up his beer and draining it. He took one last hit from the joint before dropping it to the floor and crushing it under his boot. Where do you live? 102, Vincent Lane, about 20 minutes from here, she replied, draining her own beer and putting the empty bottle on the table. You gonna let me be your back warmer on the ride over there, she asked. Only if you promise to press those big tits against my back. Dirk replied, giving her a dose of her own medicine. Amy laughed as she responded. What kind of a back warmer would I be if I didn't? Hell, I may even give you a reach around, as well, she said, standing up. Dirk stood up as well, looking down at her from across the table. You're really something, you know that, Amy? he asked. You ain't seen nothing yet, high side, she replied, calling him by his road name that she got from the patch on the front of his vest. Just wait until I get you home. They walked out of the clubhouse and over to his bike, and Dirk got on first. He held the bike steady while Amy climbed on, then cranked up the engine. The loud pipes roared as the engine came to life, and Dirk dropped the bike into gear and pulled out of the parking area. Amy leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him, pushing her big tits into his back, just as she had promised. She held on tight as he maneuvered the bike through traffic and out onto the open roadway, following the directions Amy was saying into his ear as she clung to his back. A few minutes later, they were out on the open roadway, headed towards her house and what Dirk knew was going to be a very interesting evening. To be continued in part 2 . By Original Aramis for Literotica

In this bedtime story,  Bernice comes home to the usual yummy smell of Papa Bear's cookies, but she's worried about something. Her English teacher has asked the class to write about three things they're most thankful for, and Bernice can't decide how to choose just three when she's thankful for so much. ✔️ Perfect for ages 4+ ✔️ Themes: Gratitude & Appreciation • Problem Solving & Decision Making • Family & Friendship Bonds • Finding Focus • Self-Expression Through Writing • Friendship and support Sleep Tight!, Sheryl & Clark ❤️

This week, I’m checking out “The Giant Bat Cave” and “The Wild Wild Honey!” Get ready for political corruption, eco-terrorism, and a sexually aggressive bee queen! Sister Bear overthrows city planning, Papa Bear declares war on insects, and it gets sticky!

It is getting colder outside, and practices have started. Bernice gets home from hockey and wants to surprise Papa Bear, but Cookie breaks her concentration. After talking to Papa and having some hot cocoa, Bernice gets ready to go to Gertrude's house for tea. They chat, eat, and spend a great afternoon together when she arrives.  Sleep Tight!, Sheryl & Clark ❤️

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In this bedtime story, Bernice wakes up from the most delicious dream. She visited a chocolate factory hidden deep in the mystical forest! At breakfast, she tells Mama and Papa Bear all about it.  ✔️ Perfect for ages 4+ ✔️ Themes: • Imagination & Creativity • Family Connection • Emotional Awareness • Joy & Gratitude Sleep Tight!, Sheryl & Clark ❤️

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Go Away Asteroid. Talkback Callers. Morons in the News. Tale of the Lost Stuffy.   Talkback Callers. Consider Mama and Papa Bear. Everyone Needs a Laugh.   Talkback Callers. Project Rebirth. Can You Believe This?   Talkback Callers. From the Vault.

In this bedtime story for kids, Bernice comes home from school to the smell of Papa Bear's freshly baked cookies. But something is different today—Bernice isn't sure if she should eat them. After a class discussion about sugar and healthy food, and some comments from friends at lunch, she starts to wonder if cookies are “bad.” Papa Bear helps Bernice learn that treats in moderation can be part of a happy, balanced life, especially when they're shared with someone you love. ✔️ Perfect for ages 4+ ✔️ Themes: Self-awareness · Healthy choices · Conflicting messages · Moderation · Empathy · Family connection · Comfort and reassurance Sleep Tight!, Sheryl & Clark ❤️

He's baaaaaaack!The conversation ranges widely as we circle-back to our content benefactor and friendly acquaintance, Jesse D-is-for-dreamy-but-also-for-David Armstrong. Mountainhead? Check. Protein intake? Check.AI robots? Check. Funniest fish? Also check. Don't thank us, honestly. You deserve a treat like this after we went M.I.A.Write to us: fuckoff@firecrotchandnormcore.comSupport us financially, Sara's spending £3 a day on compresses for her weeping wound. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Bernice is getting ready for bed and tells Papa Bear that she made a mistake. Papa Bear tries to discover the mistake, and then they talk about what happened. Bernice says she is tired and asks Papa Bear for a short story. Papa Bear decides to tell her a story about Boo-Boo and Kai-Kai visiting the Whispering Tree.  ✔️ Perfect for ages 4+ Sleep Tight!, Sheryl & Clark ❤️

This week I'm talking about The Berenstain Bears Get Outdoors (2025), a simple Level 1 reader where the Cubs camp in the backyard, Papa Bear makes a mess of things, and—out of nowhere—Mr. Raccoon shows up. Along the way, I share a few of my own disastrous camping stories, look back at the old Ghost … Continue reading "Episode 489 – The Berenstain Bears: Get Outdoors"

In this bedtime story for kids, Bernice comes home from her second day of school full of stories to tell. There are chocolate chip cookies waiting on the table, and Papa Bear is eager to hear everything—about Bobby's brand-new “raptor cut” haircut, her science club's lessons on the human brain, and even her very first French words.  ✔️ Perfect for ages 4+ ✔️ Themes: Curiosity • Growth Mindset • Self-Expression • Friendship • Supportive Family • Resilience Sleep Tight!, Sheryl & Clark ❤️

After a break to work on my Fringe show, I'm back in Bear Country with a look at The Berenstain Bears: World's Best Papa Bear, a gift book from 2024. On the surface, it's a sweet, simple tribute to dads—but reading it got me thinking about my own father, what it means to protect your … Continue reading "Episode 487 – The Berenstain Bears: World’s Best Papa Bear"

Do you like fractured fairy tales? You know, when the story you think you know gets flipped turned upside down!? Yeah you do, you know you do and today's guest has got a fun one! On this episode of the podcast author Patrick Horne stops by to share his debut release, "Bear and the Three Goldilocks" and what path he took to get to this point. It's a fun conversation we think you'll really like so pull up a chair and enjoy! About Patrick Horne I've worn many hats throughout my adult life.  I've been a tennis coach, a teacher and more recently a children's book author.   Every experience that I have had has made a great impact on my life and I'm so happy to be able to share those experiences here. About 'Bear and the Three Goldilocks' You'll laugh out loud at this funny fractured folktale with pictures by a popular artist! The Goldilocks family leave their campsite to go on a hike while their s'mores cool off . . . when along comes Bear. “What's that yummy smell?” Bear wonders. S'mores, of course: too gooey, too chocolatey . . . and just right! Bear eats them all. Bear continues to wreak havoc by breaking a chair, smashing musical instruments, and extinguishing the fire. When the Goldilocks return, they are flabbergasted. They try to make a lot of noise to shoo away the bear . . .  when Mama Bear and Papa Bear show up. Mama and Papa apologize profusely for the behavior of their naughty offspring, but the Goldilocks don't speak “Bear.” They just hear a lot of LOUD GROWLING. So they decide to hightail it out of there, and the Bear family gets to enjoy the tents and snacks that are left behind. This hilarious story, a perfect readaloud, and its hilarious pictures will delight children and parents alike. A Junior Library Guild Gold Standard Selection   Make sure to check out the Dtalkspodcast.com website! Thanks to Empire Toys for this episode of the podcast! Nostalgia is something everyone loves and Empire Toys in Keller Texas is on nostalgia overload.   With toys and action figures from the 70's, 80's, 90's, and today, Empire Toys is a one-stop-shop for a trip down memory lane and a chance to reclaim what was once yours (but likely sold at a garage sale)   Check out Empire Toys on Facebook, Instagram, or at TheEmpireToys.com AND Thanks to Self Unbound for this episode of the podcast: Your quality of life: physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually, is a direct reflection of the level of abundant energy, ease, and connection your nervous system has to experience your life!    At Self Unbound, your nervous system takes center stage as we help unbind your limited healing potential through NetworkSpinal Care.    Access the first steps to your Unbound journey by following us on Facebook, Instagram, or at www.selfunbound.com  

It is summer and Bernice and her family take a camping trip where they get to sleep in a tent and stare at the stars! After a long drive and a fun-filled day at the beach, Bernice cooks something special over the campfire, which is super yummy and delicious. When bedtime comes around, Papa Bear tells a magical bedtime story inside their tent, all about Bobby, a glowing orb, and a mysterious Moonflower.  ✔️ Perfect for ages 4+ ✔️ Themes: Making New Friends, Gratitude, Empathy, Family Bonding and Connection, Bedtime Story Sleep Tight!, Sheryl & Clark ❤️

Bernice has just gotten home from swimming and has so much to tell Papa Bear. After she chats with Cookie for a while about what she is doing, she heads into the kitchen to tell Papa about her afternoon and have a special treat for a snack.  Perfect for ages 4+ Sleep Tight!, Sheryl & Clark ❤️

In this bedtime story, Bernice wakes up unsure if she's still dreaming—after all, her dreams were very silly! One featured cookie trees and a lion named Cookie, and another involved Bobby's robot turning everything into homework (even lunch!). As Bernice shares her dreams with Papa Bear over honey cakes, she begins to wonder: how do we know when we're awake? Perfect for ages 4+ Sleep Tight!, Sheryl & Clark ❤️

A record three million young adults are heading off to college this fall, and for many parents, this milestone brings a powerful mix of emotions: immense pride, underlying fear, and a touch of heartbreak. But beyond the emotional rollercoaster, there's a sudden, stark reality – your 18-year-old is now legally an adult. This means no more automatic access to their grades or healthcare decisions. Join us as we tackle this significant transition with the help of 3 special guests - the Momentum Advisors' summer interns. We'll explore the landscape of sending your child to college and, importantly, guide you through the legal preparations. We'll also introduce you to the MamaBear website, a valuable resource for preparing the necessary legal documents to help you navigate this new chapter.

Today is the day Bernice is going on her long bike ride with Mama and Papa Bear, but when she wakes up, it is raining really hard. Bernice cannot believe it. More rain? It has been raining so much lately, and now they won't be able to go for their bike ride. What is she going to do? Perfect for ages 4+ Sleep Tight!, Sheryl & Clark ❤️

In this bedtime story for kids, Bernice is feeling a little overwhelmed. Summer is just around the corner, and she wants to do everything—science camp, swimming, running, bike rides with Papa Bear, and maybe even robot camp with Bobby! But with so many exciting options, how can one little bear possibly choose? With her usual curiosity and a little help from her friends (including her cat Cookie, of course), Bernice learns that sometimes, making time for rest, play, and just being present can be just as important as doing it all. Sleep Tight, Sheryl & Clark ❤️

In this bedtime story for kids, Papa Bear tells Bernice a magical tale to help her fall asleep on a night when she's feeling nervous. When Boo-boo the bear can't sleep before a big school presentation, her friends Kai-kai the dragon and Bluebell the unicorn invite her on a midnight adventure that leads to a glowing secret hidden deep in the forest: the Midnight Library. But something is wrong, and it's up to Boo-boo to summon her courage—even when she's unsure she has any. Sleep Tight, Sheryl & Clark ❤️

Bernice arrives home and spends some time telling Cookie about her day. Papa Bear tells her he is just finishing up their treats and to come on in. Bernice finishes talking to Cookie and walks in and tells Papa Bear she thinks she is going to need a few extra treats today and Papa Bear is surprised when he sees her. Sleep Tight, Sheryl & Clark ❤️

The cubs learn how to show love to their Papa Bear on his special day.

In this story, Bernice returns home from a rainy day field trip to the museum and shares all the highlights—and misadventures—with Papa Bear and her cat, Cookie. From dinosaur bones and future tech to lunchbox surprises and Bobby's latest robotics fiasco, Bernice has plenty to share. Sleep Tight, Sheryl & Clark ❤️

Bernice has come home and says she can smell Papa Bear's cookies all the way from school. After she takes her boots off she realizes that Cookie didn't come to greet her. Bernice asks Papa Bear where Cookie is and Papa Bear says he doesn't know, maybe they should go and look for her. Sleep Tight!, Sheryl & Clark❤️

Rennie & Dunny look back at the Conference League Final, and discuss the potential of Cole Palmer. Is he a new kind of maverick? Is the maverick coming back? Is he the best worst interview in all of sport? Plus we're talking how expensive it is if your kids want to play football in America, and Manchester United in Malaysia update (SPOILER: it's going great!). Follow Week in the Tackle on ⁠Twitter⁠ and Instagram and be sure to subscribe to our ⁠YouTube⁠ channel to get full episodes and clips of the show! Follow Tom Rennie on ⁠Twitter⁠ and ⁠Instagram⁠. Follow Brian Dunseth on ⁠Instagram⁠. Follow Tim Horsey on ⁠Twitter⁠ and ⁠Instagram⁠. Submit your questions for Tom & Dunny here! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

This week, I head outside—despite my deep hatred of bugs, gnats, and all things “outdoors”—to talk about The Bears' Picnic, the third “I Can Read It All By Myself” book by Stan and Jan Berenstain. It's a classic tale of a well-meaning family picnic gone hilariously wrong, with Papa Bear dragging the family across bear … Continue reading "Episode 486 – Berenstain Bears: The Bears’ Picnic"

Take a breath and do your A4 page, because we're back for De Mol België Season 13 - and its visit to the one place that Logan spent six months that we're actually allowed to talk about - Thailand! Over these nine weeks, two guys who are different, not negative - Michael & Bindles - have been recapping and breaking down everything that happens as we try and work out who has been given the task to spread bad luck in the Land of Smiles and become the Mole - concluding with the reunion episode! In this episode - Bindles still hasn't packed, we wonder where Logan is, Eurovision is touched upon, our ears are burning thanks to Papa Bear, Sarah loses out in the end, Pedro proves our point about disadvantageous advantages, we run through the clues, there's a fear of pandering again, the season is eulogised, we reveal what's next, Production give us an assist, there are so many clues to get through and we look at how Fuzzy did overall. Thanks for listening all season long - we'll be back on July 2nd for some Historians! Please note: This episode is intended on being spoiler-free, but references to any season we have already covered (WIDM 10-11, 14, 16-25 and Renaissance; België 4-12) may be made. This episode is supported by our friends over at Zencastr. Create your podcast today! Social Media: Facebook Twitter Instagram YouTube Bluesky Threads Patreon

Bernice has a new teacher, and she thinks she is very strict. As she tells Papa Bear about her day and why she feels this way, they eat some new cookies. Bernice has some homework to do before dinner and hopes that the new teacher won't be too angry with how she has done it.  Sleep Tight, Sheryl & Clark ❤️

In this story, Bernice is full of springtime energy—school projects, birthday dreams, and big plans for the garden! Bernice and Papa Bear discuss her excitement about planting flowers, her upcoming birthday, and her usual thoughtful reflections on school, friendships, and what it means to work hard. The episode ends with Papa Bear's bedtime story about Flora, a spring sprite who patiently helps a reluctant flower bloom, teaching that everyone awakens in their own time. Sleep Tight, Sheryl & Clark ❤️

Just don't do anything stupid, because we're back for a very special De Mol België Season 13 episode, live from Kinepolis! For the fourth time, we returned to the press room, as we find out who the Mole is and talk to both the winner and runner-up, as well as our now-annual chat with Gilles! In this episode - Papa Bear gets a clean sweep, Alexy could be the new Lloyd, Logan learns about Gilles-y Wonka, Canada doesn't have microphones, Gilles provides a service, a four-year quest could be over, the Mole is more flexible than we anticipate, we wonder where they find Hilde, Michael tells a joke, Gilles reveals that a clue hasn't been found yet, Michèle can't understand why we all suspect her, we find a kindred spirit, Alexy is unsuspicious, Logan learns how to pronounce Kinepolis, we go alumni spotting and there's a bit of a debrief back at the hotel. Thank you so much to Gilles, Isabelle & everyone at Play4 for inviting us again - we'll be back on Thursday to recap the finale proper! Please note: This episode is intended on being spoiler-free, but references to any season we have already covered (WIDM 10-11, 14, 16-25 and Renaissance; België 4-12) may be made. Social Media: Facebook Twitter Instagram YouTube Bluesky Threads Patreon  

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In this story, Bernice shares lunch with her friends but meets someone new—a classmate named Addi who has celiac disease. The group learns why Addi can't eat certain foods, Bernice and Papa Bear talk about kindness, inclusion, and how we can make everyone feel welcome at the lunch table. Plus, there's always time for cookies and a cozy bedtime story! This story encourages empathy, understanding, and curiosity about the world around us. Sleep Tight!, Sheryl & Clark ❤️

Bernice has come home very excited and can't wait to tell Papa and Mama Bear about her day at school. When it is time for bed, Bernice has some trouble getting settled, so Papa Bear tells her a short story to help. Sleep Tight!, Sheryl & Clark ❤️

Mumble when you're not confident around the sixtieth digit or so, because we're back for De Mol België Season 13 - and its visit to the one place that Logan spent six months that we're actually allowed to talk about - Thailand! Over these nine weeks, three guys who love to get to know people while dancing - Michael, Logan & Bindles - will be recapping and breaking down everything that happens as we try and work out who has been given the task to spread bad luck in the Land of Smiles and become the Mole - beginning with the premiere and elimination of no-one! In this episode - Logan surprises us all, Fuzzy gets a bingo square right away, Michael's been improving community relations, we touch upon Jeopardy! UK, the Muay Thai challenge gets improved, the mildly-offensive descriptions return, Papa Bear's been watching Taskmaster, the Bible is rewritten by Tolkein, Bindles goes down a rabbit hole, we wonder why they needed drivers in Thailand and not Vietnam, Gilles shows off, we reveal the fourth pad thai item, medical emergencies are sexy, we sing Hilde's praises, our history comes back to bite us in the form of a fake podcast, we've got a little addition to First Suspicions and we lock in our first set of suspects. You can join in with our First Suspicions game by filling in the form here and play along with this week's Bother's Bar Suspect List here. We will see you next week for Episode 2! Please note: This episode is intended on being spoiler-free, but references to any season we have already covered (WIDM 10-11, 14, 17-25 and Renaissance; België 4-12) may be made. This episode is supported by our friends over at Zencastr. Create your podcast today! Social Media: Facebook Twitter Instagram YouTube Bluesky Threads Patreon  

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Prepare yourself for a very middle class sentence, because we are back for Wie is de Mol 2025! Over these ten weeks, three guys who always end up sat behind the tuktuk - Michael, Logan & Bindles - have been recapping and breaking down everything that happens on the show's visit to Cambodia in our twenty third Mole season, concluding with the final episode and reveal of Stijn as the Mole! In this episode - Logan misses the moment, Papa Bear has some big news, there's a brief foray back into Amazing Race chat, someone gets resigned, Michael avoids an injury, Channel 9 panders to us, we wonder whether First Suspicions needs a tiebreaker, there's a Pieter Jan-ker's Samble offered, Production rewrite the final five, a Taskmaster favourite gets another mention, we wonder if an episode 1 non-elimination will become tradition, there's a shot across the bow, Stijn is hamstrung, some music gets identified, Rik covering his face may not have been intentional, we give our final thoughts on the season, Logan gets a choice, we regret looking at the Suspect List and a new personal best is set. You can see the results of the Bother's Bar Suspect List here - thank you to Thomas for all his hard work building it! We will see you on March 27th for De Mol België: Thailand! Please note: This episode is intended on being spoiler-free, but references to any season we have already covered (WIDM 10-11, 14, 16-24 and Renaissance; België 4-12) may be made. This episode is supported by our friends over at Zencastr. Create your podcast today! Social Media: Facebook Twitter Instagram YouTube Bluesky Threads Patreon

We are extremely honored to have Mr. M. R. James, founder of Bowhunter Magazine, share some memories of his close friend, Fred Bear. Fred Bear was one of the greatest bowhunters in modern times. But beyond his hunting accomplishments, Papa Bear did as much to promote modern bowhunting as anyone. This week M. R. and Alan Altizer discuss the impact of Fred on their early bowhunting careers as his films fueled their bowhunting passions. After meeting their hero, they share their time spent with Fred and the realization that he was still just another passionate bowhunter, a good man, and friend. M. R. shares some little-known facts of contributions Fred made to ensure bowhunting's future. M. R. James and Fred Bear, what more could you ask for? We all owe a huge debt to these two men who have devoted their lives to making the future of bowhunting better for us all.  God bless them. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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With Rob (still) out, Papa Bear returns (again). Patrick, Cado, and Austin recorded this ahead of The Game Awards, which helps explain three hours of talking (extensively) about board games, Cado and Austin attending (but not meeting up at) PAX Unplugged, an unhealthy obsession over (opening packs in) Pokémon Trading Card Game Pocket, a small amount of Eagles talk, a slightly bigger amount of New Waypoint talk, and more. Plus, Patrick's been playing (and loving) Indiana Jones and the Great Circle, while Austin's got thoughts on Mouthwashing and IndikaDiscussed: Let me tell you about Netrunner 2:08, PAX Unplugged 26:46, Pokemon Card Game Pocket 49:01, Indiana Jones and the Great Circle 1:25:10, Mouthwashing 1:48:35, Indika 1:53:56, Caves of Qud 2:03:51, The Question Bucket 2:0813See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Join host Martin as he celebrates the 4-year anniversary of Papa Bear Hikes! In this special episode, Martin reflects on the incredible journey of the podcast, from its humble beginnings to becoming a go-to resource for outdoor enthusiasts. He also dives into a review of Rue McKenrick's inspiring book, American Perimeter Trail Volume 1 West: A 14,000 Mile Journey, sharing insights into this epic adventure and its impact on the hiking community.Additionally, Martin shares an exciting new chapter in his personal journey: his newfound interest in running 5Ks! Learn how this passion complements his love for the outdoors and inspires him to stay active and adventurous.Hear heartfelt messages from the Papa Bear Hikes community and Martin's gratitude for the amazing guests and audience who have made this milestone possible. Don't miss this celebratory episode as we look back on four years of adventure and look forward to many more!Tune in, and let's celebrate together!

Though Rob is out because of some ongoing construction, Patrick, Janet, and Cado were lucky to find a suitable replacement: Austin Walker. Naturally, we must first address the breaking news of a Gundam series coming from the creator of Neon Genesis Evangelion. But after that, it's several long discussions on Arctic Eggs, 1000xResist, NYU's recent No Quarter exhibition, Arco, Grunn, and Dragon Age: The Veilguard. We talked about so many games that we had to cut the news section! But hey, we had some great questions about early access and puzzles.Discussed: Gundam News 3:58, Arctic Eggs 13:43, No Quarter 40:39, Arco 52:40, Grunn 59:52, 1000xResist 1:03:35, Dragon Age Veilguard 1:36:22, The Question Bucket 1:51:08, Outro and Announcements 2:43:40See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

We want to thank Ken M. for donating to our movie Papa Bear! At his request, we recorded a Frame Rate discussing our first attempt at indie filmmaking some 15 years ago. If you haven't seen it, it's available on Plex (for free), as well as Youtube and Amazon Prime. We talk about the struggles and blessings of making a movie with an ultra-micro budget as well as what it was like on set day to day with an ensemble of talented sketch comedians! Features: Michael Swaim: https://bsky.app/profile/michaelswaim.bsky.social Abe Epperson: https://twitter.com/AbeTheMighty Support Small Beans and access Additional Content: https://www.patreon.com/SmallBeans Check our store to buy Small Beans merch! https://www.teepublic.com/stores/the-small-beans-store?ref_id=22691

It was going to be a spooky day at school, and Bernice was super excited. The kids were dressing up and having a party. Bernice finishes her costume and takes a picture with Cookie to show her friends. When she gets ready for bed, she asks Papa Bear to tell her a spooky story but to make sure it is not too spooky as it is time for her to go to sleep, and she is tired. Papa Bear says okay and starts his story. Sleep Tight!, Sheryl & Clark❤️

It is that time of year, and Bernice cannot wait to get ready for Halloween. Papa Bear and Bernice always make her costume together and have already discussed some ideas. There is a big Halloween party at school, and Bernice wants to have a great costume. She tells Papa Bear that Bobby and Gertrude are going to be buying their costumes this year and asks if she can do the same.  Sleep Tight!, Sheryl & Clark❤️

It is getting colder outside, and practices have started. Bernice gets home from hockey and wants to surprise Papa Bear, but Cookie breaks her concentration. After talking to Papa and having some hot cocoa, Bernice gets ready to go to Gertrude's house for tea. They chat, eat, and spend a great afternoon together when she arrives.  Sleep Tight!, Sheryl & Clark❤️