Podcasts about party foul

[DO NOT RESUSCITATE] Make a mockery of myself; wear smock to work I don't talk too much no more I just gossip somedays, Dark on mondays; The forgotten apostle With just enough rope To jump off and hope It all stops, soon The motocross and the terror stalkers Just across from the starbucks at the Rock –it got awkward But God Loves me Might start a talk show Some chef, with a pop tart A pop up club, a long night Some broke shards of glass, the yards of all the scars on stars and stripe Feels like a long night– Got coffee and tacos A long talk with your blonde wife To bypass the psycos Right, though? Bro, it's so over; I won a whole asshole and a four leaf clover In a game of poker Now, brush your shoulders off Brush your hair, Pet the dog, And kick the cat over and over Till he turns back to a robot “You're so gross.” –don't i know it. The whole world is over –you jump first, I'll follow Lets keep talking About the letters I penned To the false Gods, Painted them scarlett, of course Scattered em from here to Scarboro Fair, I was right there, then out of nowhere a new nightmare with nice hair Here we go again Lines out the door; We got lines out the door Out of Order The world is at war The whole world has run Out of water The four is the for Theres no five But the V for vendetta Theres lines out the door The whole world Is a mom And a daughter My jokes get better, The buildings look bigger I pretend this seltzer is alcohol Cause i want it To make me forget I've got all my– Huh There's a line out the door. What if– Me, And all of your friends And all of my Wait, I don't have any friends I'm getting a cat. I was just thinking about Mila Kunis. Oh yes, why's that? SETH MCFARLENE YEEEEE. YEEEEEEE. YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. WHAT, GODDAMMIT GIGGITY! OKAY, ASSHOLE Eyes on eyes, and tears on tears All the years ive cried On ears on ears Why am I even here? It's been too long, since i've been touched I don't love love but i dislike lust I don't trust anyone I don't have a number I crawled up my arm, Danced with the blood drawn BLŪ wakes up famous. [The world swirls into a plume of dark blue sky; BLŪ awakens suddenly from the blackness of a deep sleep in the middle of a road, a group of people, friends, swirling around her.] YO. What? BLŪ. What's up. PARTY FOUL, BROH. … Billie Ellish? Billie Pirate Ellish. Uh. That's why the rum– Is gone. What. Guess i'm Jack Sparrow, now. Hey wait–are you even legal? Uh. I'm a mad fucking genius; are you legal? I don't know. Besides, this was your idea. What–what? Exactly. Get up. Wtf is going on in this scene. Idk i might a have to play the song again Fuck that. I'm about to slit myfucking wrists. HAVOC. Where are we going? You still got that NDA in your wallet? I–yeah. Then we're gucci. “Waking up Famous” I don't know exactly what happened. [Looking in the mirror, confused.] This is a nice leather jacket. I wonder if i'm still Vegan. Damn. I look mad rich. BLŪ hurry UP! [toilet flushes with foot] Alright, I'm coming. [Blu checks her pockets to find a wallet, the contents including numerous cards–metal ones, with copious amounts of cash, and pre-filled NDAs which have been folder neatly and stuffed into the corner pocket of the trifold wallet] Billabong. Classy. I'm never gonna finish that other project, am I? Whatever. Leave Fallon alone. I did. –it came back. Cut lil blonde Hot as Finneas O' Connell Possible homosexual, but god love him Cause I'm hungry Lookin for lunch Somebody as scrunches Pull up and crunches Cause my monster is Lookin to Humpty Dumpty Fuck, I forgot Rosie O'Donnal! I cant get no Satisfaction— The Rolling Stones What's wrong, Saint Jimmy? Lucius? What is it. Percius would like to see you. Oh. The Prince Lucius hasn't left his chamber in days—however, as his brother Percius has just returned from war, he quickly emerges from his resting place, an alter of sorts. Damn, I'm getting a headache. I almost never have headaches. It was true, and of course, as I started to write about this prince and his so said brother, Lucius and Perseus, I was reminded once more of Athens, where I had just been however briefly, in a short astral trip of sorts, wandering about in the dreamworld, looking for something or someone in place of my pillow to hold. Did you want to walk to Trader Joe's? I mean, kind of, but no. My muscles were sore and I had just spent some two hours in the gym, not on purpose but quite by accident, though only having run just under two miles, though at least uphill, and spending the rest of the time lifting—I had been bound to mostly beans and rice, and so however was bloated and gassy, quite slow and not as strong, my regular protein just out of reach… Dang. I have so much to fucking do today. I hadn't realized that somehow it was Saturday, although just a couple days before had been a Wednesday that felt like Sunday, and now again time was all out of sorts; it was a “holiday” weekend, and I was without a doubt, drowning in my own having-to-do's, and as such, weekends and days off were entirely not a thing, besides in ways that those bustled around me—and I was sure that some days had been lost, as I was planning to visit the food bank on Friday, but had somehow skipped over the end of the week entirely—somehow, that is, and I was sure sometimes that in skipping days, meditating and fasting about, however intermittently, that time itself shuffled in all the ways I had, between cross dimensions and parallels such as I—I had been hovering somewhere between the 6th and. 10th dimensions, for the most part, and none with having to understand the undoubted shifts in my own perception of time that were bound to happen, as I sprawled across the astral plains looking and searching for a sign that the tragic poverty, restlessness, and lack of peace wound end. Bound to your alter, my dear brother? Aye. So perhaps here there was another unfounded Kingdom within the realm of Ascencia—Lucius, a prince, and Percius—seemingly slated the King, and yet I had unreached such a conclusion as to assimilate an entirely factioned world, as of yet. What did you write last night? Uh…I don't know. Well, let's see Something had shaken me from my almost-sleep, laying sprawled across my bed, in the middle of the mattress, rather than to either side, which was rare; I typically preferred the left side of the mattress, anyway, but as I waited to launder my bedding, after a sweaty and sweltering almost summer day of lounging, smothered in shea butter and lackadaisically scrawling about what recordings had been buried in my phone, between the collection of books I had practically all found in the streets of New York and the rising temperatures of the tepid summer weather, my room was starting to smell funny—and without being able to burn sage anymore, for fear of being thrown back into the streets like a dog, I with every hope in the world figured that washing my thick bedding, comforter included, would restore the crisp and rigid, almost factory clean that I found satisfactory. Songs buzzed in and out of my head as if I hadn't enough already much to do—and still, I added into my growing pile of notes and mounds of work, even more songs—this time, The Rolling Stones. I can't get no Satisfaction… …but I try— —and I try— —and I try— And I try! I can't—get no—! God, I wish I could write something like that. The rock Gods had at the very least been accompanying me, and in a certain sense, so had the Gods of The Rock; I had been forced up out of my dormant state by a voice which urged me away from my near sleep—I had been up since six AM and it was something past midnight, and still the voice said— “Get up and write!” And though I had words tinkering around in my head like little coins in some sort of metal box, none of them quite made so much sense that I had to get up and write—however, still the voice, though not angry, but firm, insisted. The voice, for once, sounded female— a welcome change, and though I had become quite fond of males in general, in the solemnly celibate sense, it was a difference and yet none at all— a voice of wisdom had projected itself at me, and as I dragged myself about, reaching for a notebook and flipping through the pages, finding that the notebook was practically full… ‘great, more shit to do' I held the words that had tinkered around in my mind like little whispers until I found a page to make them full formed, and the words which fell into my hand as scriptured by the pen—my favorite writing utensil, nearly out of its cherishable gel ink, danced upon the page nearly on its own, channeling the words written as such: Once prosperous to throw The stone asunder Glisten whispers of water Tears of al tears |ter| Of the altar, For follow for fello, A felon of Antigone Grace, with shield A tattered tail, So flew with feathered Phoenix ? Feared, Foreshadowed not, Agreed upon however, Was the velvet woven path of us, So honored in her fortress . Yeah, something about Rockefeller Plaza. Well there were all these hooded figures in like weird, brown velvet robes— That's true, I saw that. Yeah, I was there, You WHAT? Look what I got. Fuck me, man. You know, there's a lot more to this story. I was hoping so, but however also, hoping not. Man, Jimmy Fallon's wife is super hot. Gee! Yeah man, she's so cute. W0W. I like her, They're Gods. I think they're Gods. yuh. What else did I write? There was something else? What the fuck is wrong with that guy? Somethin. Yeah. The pages of the notebook were all full, something of a book of shadows and protection spells I had used in an attempt to ward off my ex husband—how of course, that they were done with, I should very well have been jotting them into with all the notes, into the documents—later to burn them, unable to afford the parchment book I wanted. For what a withered way would call an honor for fortunes duty, Glorified wherein in as shadows, Cast upon reflections in redacted incantations and enchantments, foreword come, theone who waits Believing darkness be his fate Whatever, man. Fuck Jimmy Fallon. If you really feel that way! I feel a lot of ways. Well, don't. I'm so, so hungry… So, so lonely… So, so fuckin broke. Man—I learned all this dumb ass magic just to protect myself from this guy, and all this still happens! I think it's just Satan. [Satan Appears] Man— she is JACKED. Try this one. Follow me, boy! Uh— okay. I'm staying single forever. Don't look at me. That's my girl. Don't look at me. What the fuck. Stop looking at her: Don't look at me! Men are hopeless. Fuck dude, like, the worst thing imaginable is that this Jimmy Fallon dude actually hates me so much for this— What? Uh oh. And is so fucking powerful. He is. A very, very powerful— Well, what is it!? We don't— know. *gasps* He's a— SHHHHHH. [Redacted] Well, that's not doing much, is it? Seriously, just kill yourself again. Might have to! Fuck, why do all these robot demons SMELL like him? Satan? Yep. Satan ?! I'm— Seriously, save him. Seriously, God really loves Jimmy Fallon— (He's one of my favorites.) Favorite what's?! Just—favorites. Damn. This is getting to be like Greek Theatre. Great. Now everybody's gonna fucking die. It could be a comedy. Holy shit, yeah— This has mad good production value. I love it! Strange shit I just did give my OWSLA tat a kiss Smile for the camera, Pageantry of mattresses, A master of the MagicIan's chance at Chancellors dance, Look at Harrison trance Can I run a mile for President? A toy chest, A boy, just Obama I'm so much older Been through such trauma What the Willy wonka I should apply for Harvard New York over Boston So Columbia or Juliard I wish Son of a bitch, this is tragic I'm too old for scholarship Diploma's in another name I just got protective orders on I should start over But the world war is another Trump drama My Amazon cart is full of karma What you want from God? A trophy husband, Let's call him Oscar -undefeated. All this is weird I think imm married to the music Think of growing a beard Opening a beer And getting out of here All of my fears is Mommy dearest mommy dearest All of my hell is A body Imm a seed in a forest Been buried Bipolar, Supposedly, So tell me, Faery; How could I love you The way I I do If my mood Were restablized My blu life Gave me blue eyes Clean tub of water I don't belong here It's too late for me too Swapping Vogue for the People My people who hate me But I been so played, The hatred betrays me I walk both ways Down a one way street {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū. [handle with care. ] lol this is so fucking obnoxious. i know. thats how you know i'm a DJ. hahaha shutup. HAHAHAHA [The Festival Project.™]

Make a mockery of myself; wear smock to work I don't talk too much no more I just gossip somedays, Dark on mondays; The forgotten apostle With just enough rope To jump off and hope It all stops, soon The motocross and the terror stalkers Just across from the starbucks at the Rock –it got awkward But God Loves me Might start a talk show Some chef, with a pop tart A pop up club, a long night Some broke shards of glass, the yards of all the scars on stars and stripe Feels like a long night– Got coffee and tacos A long talk with your blonde wife To bypass the psycos Right, though? Bro, it's so over; I won a whole asshole and a four leaf clover In a game of poker Now, brush your shoulders off Brush your hair, Pet the dog, And kick the cat over and over Till he turns back to a robot “You're so gross.” –don't i know it. The whole world is over –you jump first, I'll follow Lets keep talking About the letters I penned To the false Gods, Painted them scarlett, of course Scattered em from here to Scarboro Fair, I was right there, then out of nowhere a new nightmare with nice hair Here we go again Lines out the door; We got lines out the door Out of Order The world is at war The whole world has run Out of water The four is the for Theres no five But the V for vendetta Theres lines out the door The whole world Is a mom And a daughter My jokes get better, The buildings look bigger I pretend this seltzer is alcohol Cause i want it To make me forget I've got all my– Huh There's a line out the door. What if– Me, And all of your friends And all of my Wait, I don't have any friends I'm getting a cat. I was just thinking about Mila Kunis. Oh yes, why's that? SETH MCFARLENE YEEEEE. YEEEEEEE. YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. WHAT, GODDAMMIT GIGGITY! OKAY, ASSHOLE Eyes on eyes, and tears on tears All the years ive cried On ears on ears Why am I even here? It's been too long, since i've been touched I don't love love but i dislike lust I don't trust anyone I don't have a number I crawled up my arm, Danced with the blood drawn BLŪ wakes up famous. [The world swirls into a plume of dark blue sky; BLŪ awakens suddenly from the blackness of a deep sleep in the middle of a road, a group of people, friends, swirling around her.] YO. What? BLŪ. What's up. PARTY FOUL, BROH. … Billie Ellish? Billie Pirate Ellish. Uh. That's why the rum– Is gone. What. Guess i'm Jack Sparrow, now. Hey wait–are you even legal? Uh. I'm a mad fucking genius; are you legal? I don't know. Besides, this was your idea. What–what? Exactly. Get up. Wtf is going on in this scene. Idk i might a have to play the song again Fuck that. I'm about to slit myfucking wrists. HAVOC. Where are we going? You still got that NDA in your wallet? I–yeah. Then we're gucci. “Waking up Famous” I don't know exactly what happened. [Looking in the mirror, confused.] This is a nice leather jacket. I wonder if i'm still Vegan. Damn. I look mad rich. BLŪ hurry UP! [toilet flushes with foot] Alright, I'm coming. [Blu checks her pockets to find a wallet, the contents including numerous cards–metal ones, with copious amounts of cash, and pre-filled NDAs which have been folder neatly and stuffed into the corner pocket of the trifold wallet] Billabong. Classy. I'm never gonna finish that other project, am I? Whatever. Leave Fallon alone. I did. –it came back. Cut lil blonde Hot as Finneas O' Connell Possible homosexual, but god love him Cause I'm hungry Lookin for lunch Somebody as scrunches Pull up and crunches Cause my monster is Lookin to Humpty Dumpty Fuck, I forgot Rosie O'Donnal! I cant get no Satisfaction— The Rolling Stones What's wrong, Saint Jimmy? Lucius? What is it. Percius would like to see you. Oh. The Prince Lucius hasn't left his chamber in days—however, as his brother Percius has just returned from war, he quickly emerges from his resting place, an alter of sorts. Damn, I'm getting a headache. I almost never have headaches. It was true, and of course, as I started to write about this prince and his so said brother, Lucius and Perseus, I was reminded once more of Athens, where I had just been however briefly, in a short astral trip of sorts, wandering about in the dreamworld, looking for something or someone in place of my pillow to hold. Did you want to walk to Trader Joe's? I mean, kind of, but no. My muscles were sore and I had just spent some two hours in the gym, not on purpose but quite by accident, though only having run just under two miles, though at least uphill, and spending the rest of the time lifting—I had been bound to mostly beans and rice, and so however was bloated and gassy, quite slow and not as strong, my regular protein just out of reach… Dang. I have so much to fucking do today. I hadn't realized that somehow it was Saturday, although just a couple days before had been a Wednesday that felt like Sunday, and now again time was all out of sorts; it was a “holiday” weekend, and I was without a doubt, drowning in my own having-to-do's, and as such, weekends and days off were entirely not a thing, besides in ways that those bustled around me—and I was sure that some days had been lost, as I was planning to visit the food bank on Friday, but had somehow skipped over the end of the week entirely—somehow, that is, and I was sure sometimes that in skipping days, meditating and fasting about, however intermittently, that time itself shuffled in all the ways I had, between cross dimensions and parallels such as I—I had been hovering somewhere between the 6th and. 10th dimensions, for the most part, and none with having to understand the undoubted shifts in my own perception of time that were bound to happen, as I sprawled across the astral plains looking and searching for a sign that the tragic poverty, restlessness, and lack of peace wound end. Bound to your alter, my dear brother? Aye. So perhaps here there was another unfounded Kingdom within the realm of Ascencia—Lucius, a prince, and Percius—seemingly slated the King, and yet I had unreached such a conclusion as to assimilate an entirely factioned world, as of yet. What did you write last night? Uh…I don't know. Well, let's see Something had shaken me from my almost-sleep, laying sprawled across my bed, in the middle of the mattress, rather than to either side, which was rare; I typically preferred the left side of the mattress, anyway, but as I waited to launder my bedding, after a sweaty and sweltering almost summer day of lounging, smothered in shea butter and lackadaisically scrawling about what recordings had been buried in my phone, between the collection of books I had practically all found in the streets of New York and the rising temperatures of the tepid summer weather, my room was starting to smell funny—and without being able to burn sage anymore, for fear of being thrown back into the streets like a dog, I with every hope in the world figured that washing my thick bedding, comforter included, would restore the crisp and rigid, almost factory clean that I found satisfactory. Songs buzzed in and out of my head as if I hadn't enough already much to do—and still, I added into my growing pile of notes and mounds of work, even more songs—this time, The Rolling Stones. I can't get no Satisfaction… …but I try— —and I try— —and I try— And I try! I can't—get no—! God, I wish I could write something like that. The rock Gods had at the very least been accompanying me, and in a certain sense, so had the Gods of The Rock; I had been forced up out of my dormant state by a voice which urged me away from my near sleep—I had been up since six AM and it was something past midnight, and still the voice said— “Get up and write!” And though I had words tinkering around in my head like little coins in some sort of metal box, none of them quite made so much sense that I had to get up and write—however, still the voice, though not angry, but firm, insisted. The voice, for once, sounded female— a welcome change, and though I had become quite fond of males in general, in the solemnly celibate sense, it was a difference and yet none at all— a voice of wisdom had projected itself at me, and as I dragged myself about, reaching for a notebook and flipping through the pages, finding that the notebook was practically full… ‘great, more shit to do' I held the words that had tinkered around in my mind like little whispers until I found a page to make them full formed, and the words which fell into my hand as scriptured by the pen—my favorite writing utensil, nearly out of its cherishable gel ink, danced upon the page nearly on its own, channeling the words written as such: Once prosperous to throw The stone asunder Glisten whispers of water Tears of al tears |ter| Of the altar, For follow for fello, A felon of Antigone Grace, with shield A tattered tail, So flew with feathered Phoenix ? Feared, Foreshadowed not, Agreed upon however, Was the velvet woven path of us, So honored in her fortress . Yeah, something about Rockefeller Plaza. Well there were all these hooded figures in like weird, brown velvet robes— That's true, I saw that. Yeah, I was there, You WHAT? Look what I got. Fuck me, man. You know, there's a lot more to this story. I was hoping so, but however also, hoping not. Man, Jimmy Fallon's wife is super hot. Gee! Yeah man, she's so cute. W0W. I like her, They're Gods. I think they're Gods. yuh. What else did I write? There was something else? What the fuck is wrong with that guy? Somethin. Yeah. The pages of the notebook were all full, something of a book of shadows and protection spells I had used in an attempt to ward off my ex husband—how of course, that they were done with, I should very well have been jotting them into with all the notes, into the documents—later to burn them, unable to afford the parchment book I wanted. For what a withered way would call an honor for fortunes duty, Glorified wherein in as shadows, Cast upon reflections in redacted incantations and enchantments, foreword come, theone who waits Believing darkness be his fate Whatever, man. Fuck Jimmy Fallon. If you really feel that way! I feel a lot of ways. Well, don't. I'm so, so hungry… So, so lonely… So, so fuckin broke. Man—I learned all this dumb ass magic just to protect myself from this guy, and all this still happens! I think it's just Satan. [Satan Appears] Man— she is JACKED. Try this one. Follow me, boy! Uh— okay. I'm staying single forever. Don't look at me. That's my girl. Don't look at me. What the fuck. Stop looking at her: Don't look at me! Men are hopeless. Fuck dude, like, the worst thing imaginable is that this Jimmy Fallon dude actually hates me so much for this— What? Uh oh. And is so fucking powerful. He is. A very, very powerful— Well, what is it!? We don't— know. *gasps* He's a— SHHHHHH. [Redacted] Well, that's not doing much, is it? Seriously, just kill yourself again. Might have to! Fuck, why do all these robot demons SMELL like him? Satan? Yep. Satan ?! I'm— Seriously, save him. Seriously, God really loves Jimmy Fallon— (He's one of my favorites.) Favorite what's?! Just—favorites. Damn. This is getting to be like Greek Theatre. Great. Now everybody's gonna fucking die. It could be a comedy. Holy shit, yeah— This has mad good production value. I love it! Strange shit I just did give my OWSLA tat a kiss Smile for the camera, Pageantry of mattresses, A master of the MagicIan's chance at Chancellors dance, Look at Harrison trance Can I run a mile for President? A toy chest, A boy, just Obama I'm so much older Been through such trauma What the Willy wonka I should apply for Harvard New York over Boston So Columbia or Juliard I wish Son of a bitch, this is tragic I'm too old for scholarship Diploma's in another name I just got protective orders on I should start over But the world war is another Trump drama My Amazon cart is full of karma What you want from God? A trophy husband, Let's call him Oscar -undefeated. All this is weird I think imm married to the music Think of growing a beard Opening a beer And getting out of here All of my fears is Mommy dearest mommy dearest All of my hell is A body Imm a seed in a forest Been buried Bipolar, Supposedly, So tell me, Faery; How could I love you The way I I do If my mood Were restablized My blu life Gave me blue eyes Clean tub of water I don't belong here It's too late for me too Swapping Vogue for the People My people who hate me But I been so played, The hatred betrays me I walk both ways Down a one way street {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.

[In the 10th dimension of reality, all things become possible. ] Make a mockery of myself; wear smock to work I don't talk too much no more I just gossip somedays, Dark on mondays; The forgotten apostle With just enough rope To jump off and hope It all stops, soon The motocross and the terror stalkers Just across from the starbucks at the Rock –it got awkward But God Loves me Might start a talk show Some chef, with a pop tart A pop up club, a long night Some broke shards of glass, the yards of all the scars on stars and stripe Feels like a long night– Got coffee and tacos A long talk with your blonde wife To bypass the psycos Right, though? Bro, it's so over; I won a whole asshole and a four leaf clover In a game of poker Now, brush your shoulders off Brush your hair, Pet the dog, And kick the cat over and over Till he turns back to a robot “You're so gross.” –don't i know it. The whole world is over –you jump first, I'll follow Lets keep talking About the letters I penned To the false Gods, Painted them scarlett, of course Scattered em from here to Scarboro Fair, I was right there, then out of nowhere a new nightmare with nice hair Here we go again Lines out the door; We got lines out the door Out of Order The world is at war The whole world has run Out of water The four is the for Theres no five But the V for vendetta Theres lines out the door The whole world Is a mom And a daughter My jokes get better, The buildings look bigger I pretend this seltzer is alcohol Cause i want it To make me forget I've got all my– Huh There's a line out the door. What if– Me, And all of your friends And all of my Wait, I don't have any friends I'm getting a cat. I was just thinking about Mila Kunis. Oh yes, why's that? SETH MCFARLENE YEEEEE. YEEEEEEE. YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. WHAT, GODDAMMIT GIGGITY! OKAY, ASSHOLE Eyes on eyes, and tears on tears All the years ive cried On ears on ears Why am I even here? It's been too long, since i've been touched I don't love love but i dislike lust I don't trust anyone I don't have a number I crawled up my arm, Danced with the blood drawn BLŪ wakes up famous. [The world swirls into a plume of dark blue sky; BLŪ awakens suddenly from the blackness of a deep sleep in the middle of a road, a group of people, friends, swirling around her.] YO. What? BLŪ. What's up. PARTY FOUL, BROH. … Billie Ellish? Billie Pirate Ellish. Uh. That's why the rum– Is gone. What. Guess i'm Jack Sparrow, now. Hey wait–are you even legal? Uh. I'm a mad fucking genius; are you legal? I don't know. Besides, this was your idea. What–what? Exactly. Get up. Wtf is going on in this scene. Idk i might a have to play the song again Fuck that. I'm about to slit myfucking wrists. HAVOC. Where are we going? You still got that NDA in your wallet? I–yeah. Then we're gucci. “Waking up Famous” I don't know exactly what happened. [Looking in the mirror, confused.] This is a nice leather jacket. I wonder if i'm still Vegan. Damn. I look mad rich. BLŪ hurry UP! [toilet flushes with foot] Alright, I'm coming. [Blu checks her pockets to find a wallet, the contents including numerous cards–metal ones, with copious amounts of cash, and pre-filled NDAs which have been folder neatly and stuffed into the corner pocket of the trifold wallet] Billabong. Classy. I'm never gonna finish that other project, am I? Whatever. Leave Fallon alone. I did. –it came back. Cut lil blonde Hot as Finneas O' Connell Possible homosexual, but god love him Cause I'm hungry Lookin for lunch Somebody as scrunches Pull up and crunches Cause my monster is Lookin to Humpty Dumpty Fuck, I forgot Rosie O'Donnal! I cant get no Satisfaction— The Rolling Stones What's wrong, Saint Jimmy? Lucius? What is it. Percius would like to see you. Oh. The Prince Lucius hasn't left his chamber in days—however, as his brother Percius has just returned from war, he quickly emerges from his resting place, an alter of sorts. Damn, I'm getting a headache. I almost never have headaches. It was true, and of course, as I started to write about this prince and his so said brother, Lucius and Perseus, I was reminded once more of Athens, where I had just been however briefly, in a short astral trip of sorts, wandering about in the dreamworld, looking for something or someone in place of my pillow to hold. Did you want to walk to Trader Joe's? I mean, kind of, but no. My muscles were sore and I had just spent some two hours in the gym, not on purpose but quite by accident, though only having run just under two miles, though at least uphill, and spending the rest of the time lifting—I had been bound to mostly beans and rice, and so however was bloated and gassy, quite slow and not as strong, my regular protein just out of reach… Dang. I have so much to fucking do today. I hadn't realized that somehow it was Saturday, although just a couple days before had been a Wednesday that felt like Sunday, and now again time was all out of sorts; it was a “holiday” weekend, and I was without a doubt, drowning in my own having-to-do's, and as such, weekends and days off were entirely not a thing, besides in ways that those bustled around me—and I was sure that some days had been lost, as I was planning to visit the food bank on Friday, but had somehow skipped over the end of the week entirely—somehow, that is, and I was sure sometimes that in skipping days, meditating and fasting about, however intermittently, that time itself shuffled in all the ways I had, between cross dimensions and parallels such as I—I had been hovering somewhere between the 6th and. 10th dimensions, for the most part, and none with having to understand the undoubted shifts in my own perception of time that were bound to happen, as I sprawled across the astral plains looking and searching for a sign that the tragic poverty, restlessness, and lack of peace wound end. Bound to your alter, my dear brother? Aye. So perhaps here there was another unfounded Kingdom within the realm of Ascencia—Lucius, a prince, and Percius—seemingly slated the King, and yet I had unreached such a conclusion as to assimilate an entirely factioned world, as of yet. What did you write last night? Uh…I don't know. Well, let's see Something had shaken me from my almost-sleep, laying sprawled across my bed, in the middle of the mattress, rather than to either side, which was rare; I typically preferred the left side of the mattress, anyway, but as I waited to launder my bedding, after a sweaty and sweltering almost summer day of lounging, smothered in shea butter and lackadaisically scrawling about what recordings had been buried in my phone, between the collection of books I had practically all found in the streets of New York and the rising temperatures of the tepid summer weather, my room was starting to smell funny—and without being able to burn sage anymore, for fear of being thrown back into the streets like a dog, I with every hope in the world figured that washing my thick bedding, comforter included, would restore the crisp and rigid, almost factory clean that I found satisfactory. Songs buzzed in and out of my head as if I hadn't enough already much to do—and still, I added into my growing pile of notes and mounds of work, even more songs—this time, The Rolling Stones. I can't get no Satisfaction… …but I try— —and I try— —and I try— And I try! I can't—get no—! God, I wish I could write something like that. The rock Gods had at the very least been accompanying me, and in a certain sense, so had the Gods of The Rock; I had been forced up out of my dormant state by a voice which urged me away from my near sleep—I had been up since six AM and it was something past midnight, and still the voice said— “Get up and write!” And though I had words tinkering around in my head like little coins in some sort of metal box, none of them quite made so much sense that I had to get up and write—however, still the voice, though not angry, but firm, insisted. The voice, for once, sounded female— a welcome change, and though I had become quite fond of males in general, in the solemnly celibate sense, it was a difference and yet none at all— a voice of wisdom had projected itself at me, and as I dragged myself about, reaching for a notebook and flipping through the pages, finding that the notebook was practically full… ‘great, more shit to do' I held the words that had tinkered around in my mind like little whispers until I found a page to make them full formed, and the words which fell into my hand as scriptured by the pen—my favorite writing utensil, nearly out of its cherishable gel ink, danced upon the page nearly on its own, channeling the words written as such: Once prosperous to throw The stone asunder Glisten whispers of water Tears of al tears |ter| Of the altar, For follow for fello, A felon of Antigone Grace, with shield A tattered tail, So flew with feathered Phoenix ? Feared, Foreshadowed not, Agreed upon however, Was the velvet woven path of us, So honored in her fortress . Yeah, something about Rockefeller Plaza. Well there were all these hooded figures in like weird, brown velvet robes— That's true, I saw that. Yeah, I was there, You WHAT? Look what I got. Fuck me, man. You know, there's a lot more to this story. I was hoping so, but however also, hoping not. Man, Jimmy Fallon's wife is super hot. Gee! Yeah man, she's so cute. W0W. I like her, They're Gods. I think they're Gods. yuh. What else did I write? There was something else? What the fuck is wrong with that guy? Somethin. Yeah. The pages of the notebook were all full, something of a book of shadows and protection spells I had used in an attempt to ward off my ex husband—how of course, that they were done with, I should very well have been jotting them into with all the notes, into the documents—later to burn them, unable to afford the parchment book I wanted. For what a withered way would call an honor for fortunes duty, Glorified wherein in as shadows, Cast upon reflections in redacted incantations and enchantments, foreword come, theone who waits Believing darkness be his fate Whatever, man. Fuck Jimmy Fallon. If you really feel that way! I feel a lot of ways. Well, don't. I'm so, so hungry… So, so lonely… So, so fuckin broke. Man—I learned all this dumb ass magic just to protect myself from this guy, and all this still happens! I think it's just Satan. [Satan Appears] Man— she is JACKED. Try this one. Follow me, boy! Uh— okay. I'm staying single forever. Don't look at me. That's my girl. Don't look at me. What the fuck. Stop looking at her: Don't look at me! Men are hopeless. Fuck dude, like, the worst thing imaginable is that this Jimmy Fallon dude actually hates me so much for this— What? Uh oh. And is so fucking powerful. He is. A very, very powerful— Well, what is it!? We don't— know. *gasps* He's a— SHHHHHH. [Redacted] Well, that's not doing much, is it? Seriously, just kill yourself again. Might have to! Fuck, why do all these robot demons SMELL like him? Satan? Yep. Satan ?! I'm— Seriously, save him. Seriously, God really loves Jimmy Fallon— (He's one of my favorites.) Favorite what's?! Just—favorites. Damn. This is getting to be like Greek Theatre. Great. Now everybody's gonna fucking die. It could be a comedy. Holy shit, yeah— This has mad good production value. I love it! Strange shit I just did give my OWSLA tat a kiss Smile for the camera, Pageantry of mattresses, A master of the MagicIan's chance at Chancellors dance, Look at Harrison trance Can I run a mile for President? A toy chest, A boy, just Obama I'm so much older Been through such trauma What the Willy wonka I should apply for Harvard New York over Boston So Columbia or Juliard I wish Son of a bitch, this is tragic I'm too old for scholarship Diploma's in another name I just got protective orders on I should start over But the world war is another Trump drama My Amazon cart is full of karma What you want from God? A trophy husband, Let's call him Oscar -undefeated. All this is weird I think imm married to the music Think of growing a beard Opening a beer And getting out of here All of my fears is Mommy dearest mommy dearest All of my hell is A body Imm a seed in a forest Been buried Bipolar, Supposedly, So tell me, Faery; How could I love you The way I I do If my mood Were restablized My blu life Gave me blue eyes Clean tub of water I don't belong here It's too late for me too Swapping Vogue for the People My people who hate me But I been so played, The hatred betrays me I walk both ways Down a one way street {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.

In this week's episode, Allen and Lisette enter Bitches Brew Court once again. Allen judges the cases of “A Daughter-In-Law's Party Foul” and “The Red Sauce Spiller”. Lisette shines light on the cases of “A Parental Hellscape“ and “And They Were Roommates”. The jury may be seated for this iteration of Bitches Brew•Social:Email - cauldroncrewpod@gmail.comX - cauldroncrewpodInsta / TikTok - bitches.brew.pod

July 10, 2024 - State Sen. Joe Griffo, a central New York Republican, explains how the state's alcohol laws had to be updated this year after statutory change adopted in 2023 would have prevented a time honored tradition after the Utica Boilermaker.

Lord Richter and Lady Toast are back this week to clamor for the explicit version of the podcast. Then, they go over the mid-combat check in with the characters and delve deep into Argenus's flashback which explains just so many thing. As always, you can find us on Twitter (@inspired_incomp) and on Facebook to follow along with our exploits, you can shoot us an email at InspiredIncompetence@gmail.com if you're so inclined. You can find out more about us at InspiredIncompetence.com and join our Discord server from the link at the bottom, where we are always around to chat with our fans (or whoever wants to chat, we're not picky). Lastly, if you're enjoying the show, we humbly ask that you consider supporting us on Patreon to let us know that our efforts are not in vain. Thanks everyone, and enjoy the show!

Make a mockery of myself; wear smock to work I don't talk too much no more I just gossip somedays, Dark on mondays; The forgotten apostle With just enough rope To jump off and hope It all stops, soon The motocross and the terror stalkers Just across from the starbucks at the Rock –it got awkward But God Loves me Might start a talk show Some chef, with a pop tart A pop up club, a long night Some broke shards of glass, the yards of all the scars on stars and stripe Feels like a long night– Got coffee and tacos A long talk with your blonde wife To bypass the psycos Right, though? Bro, it's so over; I won a whole asshole and a four leaf clover In a game of poker Now, brush your shoulders off Brush your hair, Pet the dog, And kick the cat over and over Till he turns back to a robot “You're so gross.” –don't i know it. The whole world is over –you jump first, I'll follow Lets keep talking About the letters I penned To the false Gods, Painted them scarlett, of course Scattered em from here to Scarboro Fair, I was right there, then out of nowhere a new nightmare with nice hair Here we go again Lines out the door; We got lines out the door Out of Order The world is at war The whole world has run Out of water The four is the for Theres no five But the V for vendetta Theres lines out the door The whole world Is a mom And a daughter My jokes get better, The buildings look bigger I pretend this seltzer is alcohol Cause i want it To make me forget I've got all my– Huh There's a line out the door. What if– Me, And all of your friends And all of my Wait, I don't have any friends I'm getting a cat. I was just thinking about Mila Kunis. Oh yes, why's that? SETH MCFARLENE YEEEEE. YEEEEEEE. YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. WHAT, GODDAMMIT GIGGITY! OKAY, ASSHOLE Eyes on eyes, and tears on tears All the years ive cried On ears on ears Why am I even here? It's been too long, since i've been touched I don't love love but i dislike lust I don't trust anyone I don't have a number I crawled up my arm, Danced with the blood drawn BLŪ wakes up famous. [The world swirls into a plume of dark blue sky; BLŪ awakens suddenly from the blackness of a deep sleep in the middle of a road, a group of people, friends, swirling around her.] YO. What? BLŪ. What's up. PARTY FOUL, BROH. … Billie Ellish? Billie Pirate Ellish. Uh. That's why the rum– Is gone. What. Guess i'm Jack Sparrow, now. Hey wait–are you even legal? Uh. I'm a mad fucking genius; are you legal? I don't know. Besides, this was your idea. What–what? Exactly. Get up. Wtf is going on in this scene. Idk i might a have to play the song again Fuck that. I'm about to slit myfucking wrists. HAVOC. Where are we going? You still got that NDA in your wallet? I–yeah. Then we're gucci. “Waking up Famous” I don't know exactly what happened. [Looking in the mirror, confused.] This is a nice leather jacket. I wonder if i'm still Vegan. Damn. I look mad rich. BLŪ hurry UP! [toilet flushes with foot] Alright, I'm coming. [Blu checks her pockets to find a wallet, the contents including numerous cards–metal ones, with copious amounts of cash, and pre-filled NDAs which have been folder neatly and stuffed into the corner pocket of the trifold wallet] Billabong. Classy. I'm never gonna finish that other project, am I? Whatever. Leave Fallon alone. I did. –it came back. [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.

Make a mockery of myself; wear smock to work I don't talk too much no more I just gossip somedays, Dark on mondays; The forgotten apostle With just enough rope To jump off and hope It all stops, soon The motocross and the terror stalkers Just across from the starbucks at the Rock –it got awkward But God Loves me Might start a talk show Some chef, with a pop tart A pop up club, a long night Some broke shards of glass, the yards of all the scars on stars and stripe Feels like a long night– Got coffee and tacos A long talk with your blonde wife To bypass the psycos Right, though? Bro, it's so over; I won a whole asshole and a four leaf clover In a game of poker Now, brush your shoulders off Brush your hair, Pet the dog, And kick the cat over and over Till he turns back to a robot “You're so gross.” –don't i know it. The whole world is over –you jump first, I'll follow Lets keep talking About the letters I penned To the false Gods, Painted them scarlett, of course Scattered em from here to Scarboro Fair, I was right there, then out of nowhere a new nightmare with nice hair Here we go again Lines out the door; We got lines out the door Out of Order The world is at war The whole world has run Out of water The four is the for Theres no five But the V for vendetta Theres lines out the door The whole world Is a mom And a daughter My jokes get better, The buildings look bigger I pretend this seltzer is alcohol Cause i want it To make me forget I've got all my– Huh There's a line out the door. What if– Me, And all of your friends And all of my Wait, I don't have any friends I'm getting a cat. I was just thinking about Mila Kunis. Oh yes, why's that? SETH MCFARLENE YEEEEE. YEEEEEEE. YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. WHAT, GODDAMMIT GIGGITY! OKAY, ASSHOLE Eyes on eyes, and tears on tears All the years ive cried On ears on ears Why am I even here? It's been too long, since i've been touched I don't love love but i dislike lust I don't trust anyone I don't have a number I crawled up my arm, Danced with the blood drawn BLŪ wakes up famous. [The world swirls into a plume of dark blue sky; BLŪ awakens suddenly from the blackness of a deep sleep in the middle of a road, a group of people, friends, swirling around her.] YO. What? BLŪ. What's up. PARTY FOUL, BROH. … Billie Ellish? Billie Pirate Ellish. Uh. That's why the rum– Is gone. What. Guess i'm Jack Sparrow, now. Hey wait–are you even legal? Uh. I'm a mad fucking genius; are you legal? I don't know. Besides, this was your idea. What–what? Exactly. Get up. Wtf is going on in this scene. Idk i might a have to play the song again Fuck that. I'm about to slit myfucking wrists. HAVOC. Where are we going? You still got that NDA in your wallet? I–yeah. Then we're gucci. “Waking up Famous” I don't know exactly what happened. [Looking in the mirror, confused.] This is a nice leather jacket. I wonder if i'm still Vegan. Damn. I look mad rich. BLŪ hurry UP! [toilet flushes with foot] Alright, I'm coming. [Blu checks her pockets to find a wallet, the contents including numerous cards–metal ones, with copious amounts of cash, and pre-filled NDAs which have been folder neatly and stuffed into the corner pocket of the trifold wallet] Billabong. Classy. I'm never gonna finish that other project, am I? Whatever. Leave Fallon alone. I did. –it came back. [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.

Make a mockery of myself; wear smock to work I don't talk too much no more I just gossip somedays, Dark on mondays; The forgotten apostle With just enough rope To jump off and hope It all stops, soon The motocross and the terror stalkers Just across from the starbucks at the Rock –it got awkward But God Loves me Might start a talk show Some chef, with a pop tart A pop up club, a long night Some broke shards of glass, the yards of all the scars on stars and stripe Feels like a long night– Got coffee and tacos A long talk with your blonde wife To bypass the psycos Right, though? Bro, it's so over; I won a whole asshole and a four leaf clover In a game of poker Now, brush your shoulders off Brush your hair, Pet the dog, And kick the cat over and over Till he turns back to a robot “You're so gross.” –don't i know it. The whole world is over –you jump first, I'll follow Lets keep talking About the letters I penned To the false Gods, Painted them scarlett, of course Scattered em from here to Scarboro Fair, I was right there, then out of nowhere a new nightmare with nice hair Here we go again Lines out the door; We got lines out the door Out of Order The world is at war The whole world has run Out of water The four is the for Theres no five But the V for vendetta Theres lines out the door The whole world Is a mom And a daughter My jokes get better, The buildings look bigger I pretend this seltzer is alcohol Cause i want it To make me forget I've got all my– Huh There's a line out the door. What if– Me, And all of your friends And all of my Wait, I don't have any friends I'm getting a cat. I was just thinking about Mila Kunis. Oh yes, why's that? SETH MCFARLENE YEEEEE. YEEEEEEE. YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. WHAT, GODDAMMIT GIGGITY! OKAY, ASSHOLE Eyes on eyes, and tears on tears All the years ive cried On ears on ears Why am I even here? It's been too long, since i've been touched I don't love love but i dislike lust I don't trust anyone I don't have a number I crawled up my arm, Danced with the blood drawn BLŪ wakes up famous. [The world swirls into a plume of dark blue sky; BLŪ awakens suddenly from the blackness of a deep sleep in the middle of a road, a group of people, friends, swirling around her.] YO. What? BLŪ. What's up. PARTY FOUL, BROH. … Billie Ellish? Billie Pirate Ellish. Uh. That's why the rum– Is gone. What. Guess i'm Jack Sparrow, now. Hey wait–are you even legal? Uh. I'm a mad fucking genius; are you legal? I don't know. Besides, this was your idea. What–what? Exactly. Get up. Wtf is going on in this scene. Idk i might a have to play the song again Fuck that. I'm about to slit myfucking wrists. HAVOC. Where are we going? You still got that NDA in your wallet? I–yeah. Then we're gucci. “Waking up Famous” I don't know exactly what happened. [Looking in the mirror, confused.] This is a nice leather jacket. I wonder if i'm still Vegan. Damn. I look mad rich. BLŪ hurry UP! [toilet flushes with foot] Alright, I'm coming. [Blu checks her pockets to find a wallet, the contents including numerous cards–metal ones, with copious amounts of cash, and pre-filled NDAs which have been folder neatly and stuffed into the corner pocket of the trifold wallet] Billabong. Classy. I'm never gonna finish that other project, am I? Whatever. Leave Fallon alone. I did. –it came back. [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.

Make a mockery of myself; wear smock to work I don't talk too much no more I just gossip somedays, Dark on mondays; The forgotten apostle With just enough rope To jump off and hope It all stops, soon The motocross and the terror stalkers Just across from the starbucks at the Rock –it got awkward But God Loves me Might start a talk show Some chef, with a pop tart A pop up club, a long night Some broke shards of glass, the yards of all the scars on stars and stripe Feels like a long night– Got coffee and tacos A long talk with your blonde wife To bypass the psycos Right, though? Bro, it's so over; I won a whole asshole and a four leaf clover In a game of poker Now, brush your shoulders off Brush your hair, Pet the dog, And kick the cat over and over Till he turns back to a robot “You're so gross.” –don't i know it. The whole world is over –you jump first, I'll follow Lets keep talking About the letters I penned To the false Gods, Painted them scarlett, of course Scattered em from here to Scarboro Fair, I was right there, then out of nowhere a new nightmare with nice hair Here we go again Lines out the door; We got lines out the door Out of Order The world is at war The whole world has run Out of water The four is the for Theres no five But the V for vendetta Theres lines out the door The whole world Is a mom And a daughter My jokes get better, The buildings look bigger I pretend this seltzer is alcohol Cause i want it To make me forget I've got all my– Huh There's a line out the door. What if– Me, And all of your friends And all of my Wait, I don't have any friends I'm getting a cat. I was just thinking about Mila Kunis. Oh yes, why's that? SETH MCFARLENE YEEEEE. YEEEEEEE. YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. WHAT, GODDAMMIT GIGGITY! OKAY, ASSHOLE Eyes on eyes, and tears on tears All the years ive cried On ears on ears Why am I even here? It's been too long, since i've been touched I don't love love but i dislike lust I don't trust anyone I don't have a number I crawled up my arm, Danced with the blood drawn BLŪ wakes up famous. [The world swirls into a plume of dark blue sky; BLŪ awakens suddenly from the blackness of a deep sleep in the middle of a road, a group of people, friends, swirling around her.] YO. What? BLŪ. What's up. PARTY FOUL, BROH. … Billie Ellish? Billie Pirate Ellish. Uh. That's why the rum– Is gone. What. Guess i'm Jack Sparrow, now. Hey wait–are you even legal? Uh. I'm a mad fucking genius; are you legal? I don't know. Besides, this was your idea. What–what? Exactly. Get up. Wtf is going on in this scene. Idk i might a have to play the song again Fuck that. I'm about to slit myfucking wrists. HAVOC. Where are we going? You still got that NDA in your wallet? I–yeah. Then we're gucci. “Waking up Famous” I don't know exactly what happened. [Looking in the mirror, confused.] This is a nice leather jacket. I wonder if i'm still Vegan. Damn. I look mad rich. BLŪ hurry UP! [toilet flushes with foot] Alright, I'm coming. [Blu checks her pockets to find a wallet, the contents including numerous cards–metal ones, with copious amounts of cash, and pre-filled NDAs which have been folder neatly and stuffed into the corner pocket of the trifold wallet] Billabong. Classy. I'm never gonna finish that other project, am I? Whatever. Leave Fallon alone. I did. –it came back. [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.

Look, you see a problem, you gotta speak up, right? Moe went to a party, saw a WHOLE bunch of party fouls and isn't sure if he's in the right or wrong here! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

It's time we go off on various social scenarios and modern day commonalities that make the DIssect DJs say one thing- Hey, maybe don't! See the full video podcast here: https://youtu.be/gqu-WOKPxD8Social etiquette, party interaction, annoying kids and dogs, social media posting, karaoke, high five/fist bumping, story-telling, dating - we cover it all! Anything at all that makes us say "Hey, maybe don't." Let us know what you think on these subjects! Follow us on the socials: YouTube: @RyCastle, IG: @DissectDJs, TikTok: @Cali_Castle, comment, rate and subscribe to let us know your thoughts!

It's time we go off on various social scenarios and modern day commonalities that make the DIssect DJs say one thing- Hey, maybe don't! See the full video podcast here: https://youtu.be/gqu-WOKPxD8Social etiquette, party interaction, annoying kids and dogs, social media posting, karaoke, high five/fist bumping, story-telling, dating - we cover it all! Anything at all that makes us say "Hey, maybe don't." Let us know what you think on these subjects! Follow us on the socials: YouTube: @RyCastle, IG: @DissectDJs, TikTok: @Cali_Castle, comment, rate and subscribe to let us know your thoughts!

Following Donald Trump's victory over Nikki Haley in South Carolina's Republican primary, Jen outlines the GOP's bizarre allegiance to Trump in the face of his increasingly unhinged and racist remarks. Jen is joined by Pennsylvania Governor Josh Shapiro who discusses the importance of contrasting President Joe Biden's accomplishments with Trump's legal woes going into the 2024 election, among other topics. Next, Former Trump Deputy Press Secretary Sarah Matthews reflects on the threat Trump poses to democracy in a potential second term and calls out former colleagues “twice her age” who have yet to denounce the former president. Later, Jen is joined by legal analysts Andrew Weissmann and Neal Katyal to examine Trump's far-fetched claims of presidential immunity in the classified documents case, while the Supreme Court weighs whether to consider Trump's immunity appeal in the Federal election case. Jen also breaks down the GOP's contradictory response to the Alabama Supreme Court's IVF ruling, as Trump backtracks from his party's attacks on reproductive freedom. Finally, author Jared Cohen joins the show to discuss his new book “Life After Power,” which serves as a reminder that when it comes to the history of the presidency, Donald Trump is the exception and not the rule. Check out our social pages below:https://twitter.com/InsideWithPsakihttps://www.instagram.com/InsideWithPsaki/https://www.tiktok.com/@insidewithpsakihttps://www.msnbc.com/jen-psaki

Matt did his friend Megan a favor and pretended to be her boyfriend at her company's Christmas party. The only problem is that Matt's Fiancé found out!

… Uh, doesn't the title of this episode say enough? This week, we decided to just do some girly girl gossiping with you all & simply blabber about all things relevant these past two weeks of our lives. From Christina hosting a Friendsgiving dinner that turned into one gigantic party foul nightmare to the drama that haunted us for a week straight post-dinner, get ready for all the stories and all the tea. Drinking, drugs, people making out, tables breaking, glasses shattering… what more could've happened? We're also touching on Mister Diva DOWN, aka George Santos & debating: bad actions or c*nty? Tune in as we chat all things Spotify Wrapped, Golden Bachelor, the word of the year & more. Follow us on Instagram, Twitter & TikTok and make sure to DM us your situations for Gin & Tips! @gintoxicpodcast on Instagram @gintoxicpodcast on Twitter @gintoxicpodcast on TikTok Follow Christina Harris on Instagram, Twitter & TikTok @beautychickee on Instagram @beautychickee on Twitter @beautychickee on TikTok Follow Lily Stewart on Instagram, Twitter & TikTok @lilyystewart on Instagram @lilystewartt on Twitter @lilystewartttt on TikTok New episodes every Wednesday at 12PM ET. Music by @MarkGenerous. Stay toxic.

ESTHER 7 Thanks to everyone who supports TMBH at patreon.com/thetmbhpodcast You're the reason we can all do this together! Discuss the episode here Opening song, "A Premonition" from the album, "The Clamour and the Crash" by Jeff Foote

Shots! Shots! Shots! Mike Party, Hot Jackie, Boss Babe, Disco Artemis, and newcomer Cadence all trade shots with an old friend and a new rival. Featured Music: Put Some Flames On It by Contra Code and Bummer Summer by Fake Shark  Dungeon Punks is recorded and produced by Kirk Hamilton. Super U is being played on Masks: A New Generation. ——— Want to help us out? The best thing you can do is leave us a review on Apple Podcasts or Spotify! Comments? Questions? Feedback? We'd love to hear from you: tweet us at @DungeonPunksPod, give us a follow on Instagram @DungeonPunks, or come hang out on our Discord channel. Find the Songs From Bands We Like on our Spotify and YouTube Music playlists. Want more Dungeon Punks? Head over to patreon.com/dungeonpunks. For only $5/month you'll get access to talkback episodes, bonus games, and much more!

After quickly dispatching the zealots of the demon lord Aman'qir, the party quickly races to find the likely companions they dying zealots called out to.Follow us on Instagram @shatterblightchroniclesCheck us out on Twitter @shatterblight

A party foul from Clint leads to Producer Tyler Milner sharing his own party foul from the night before..Lololol  

Did Lauren commit TWO different party fouls at a girls night? Bad breath on Make Up or Break Up. The Good Stuff, do this while naked and more! Leave a rating and review wherever you listen, it helps us out a lot! Also follow us on social @joeyandlaurenshow

Everyone goes through an awkward phase, but Anna found a scientific study that discovered what age you are the MOST awkward! (1:00) It's day two of the show trying to get the attention of a celebrity! Anna used her husband to try to get JLo's attention, but Producer Sean relied on his signature move to get Ryan Reynolds to follow him! (3:40) The gym is a place to get in shape, not to show off, so if you're dressed for attention over functionality, that's all I need to know about you! (7:41) What's the biggest party foul? Producer Sean had a very awkward run in with a family friend who committed a very inappropriate party foul! (11:04) Anna has three crazy news stories and Raven can only pick one! Today's options are; A bear with some Claws, a man who called 911 on himself, and the grossest reason to divert a plane! (14:35) Does your child have what it takes to beat Raven in a trivia contest?  If they can succeed they'll win a $100 Target gift card!  But don't expect Raven to go easy on them…  (18:11) Have you ever gotten in trouble with your neighbors? Despite being a grown man, Raven found himself the subject of a noise complaint! (21:26) Tick bites are bad, but can they affect your diet? Dr. Wider spoke to Anna and Raven about the new tick-borne meat allergy! (29:09) Are you up to date on this week's biggest news stories? Anna and Raven will get you caught up on what's trending, including the latest celebrity child-support controversy! (32:58) Greg and Sophie have been dating for three years and are very serious and considering moving in together. Sophie's 24-year-old son still lives at home with her and Greg thinks it's time for him to leave. Sophie doesn't think it's right to ask her son to leave, and that he has to do it on his own time. Greg argues that he's the one holding up their future. Does anyone have the right to tell you when your adult child should move out? (36:57) Jerry has got a shot at $3400! All he has to do is beat Raven in pop culture trivia! (46:32)

In the final hour of Friday's BBMS, Jeremy tells you where to put your money in the Daily Line, The Fan's Ravens beat reporter Melissa Kim previews Ravens vs Eagles, and the guys then break down Rob's interesting photo choice for an iPhone lock screen.  To close out the week, Joe has your Encore and the guys finish it off with What We Learned.

Bobby, Paul and Mike have bones with people who refuse to look up from their phone when walking, parents with out of control kids, people who dint akwnnolede a door hold  PLUS great fan bones including people bringing food to a party then taking the leftovers home with you and more! Bone to Pick Podcast starring Robert Kelly & Paul Virzi  Join our new Patreon for bonus weekly Fan Bone Episodes: www.patreon.com/bonetopickcast   Follow the show! https://linktr.ee/bonetopickcast   EMAIL US YOUR BONES: bonetopickcast@gmail.com 

On this episode benny reacts to worst party foul (like how your gf walked on you having 3sm)

Party Foul! by Low Mein

Morning Mixers complained about party fouls, including everyone bringing buckets of wings. Mixers called in with times they were pooped on by a bird, some say that's good luck. Channing Tatum embarrassed himself when meeting Matt Damon for the first time, so we heard about embarrassing first meetings. You're not Bob Seger!

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From spilling beer to almost puking and trying to share our Christmas celebration, this episode is officially a party foul. We know this is the last episode of the year. It is not the episode you asked for, but it is the episode you dese... It's the one you got! Enjoy!   ~~~ Link Tree ~~~ https://linktr.ee/theunqualifiedgurus   ~~~ Discord Server ~~~ https://discord.gg/Sn6rSYQrkT   ~~~ Follow Us on Social Media! ~~~ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/The-Unqualified-Gurus-Podcast-102423902208978/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/theunqualifiedgurus/ TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@theunqualifiedgurus?lang=en   ~~~ Follow the Podcast! ~~~ Apple: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-unqualified-gurus-podcast/id1589559338 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/0RFWl1Bv7Fyy305n93JEAt Amazon/Audible: https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/45d2ee98-9fe3-4c5f-84dd-c6926e534c6c Google: https://podcastsmanager.google.com/show?show=show:kqNRroQuSGZQkREA3ZLjaA Podbean: https://unqualifiedgurus.podbean.com iHeartRadio: https://iheart.com/podcast/87304740/ TuneIn: https://tunein.com/podcasts/Comedy-Podcasts/The-Unqualified-Gurus-Podcast-p1526158/ PlayerFM: https://player.fm/series/the-unqualified-gurus-podcast Listen Notes: https://www.listennotes.com/podcasts/the-unqualified-gurus-podcast-QinjewgZq0d/   ~~~ Shameless Plugs! ~~~ Oscar's Silent Artist: https://www.instagram.com/silentartist.co/ Daniel's Velcode: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCgwHVfkJ6rlcw8ko4ci0iRQ   Santa is here! And so is Tony! He shares his work in the musical world and then we follow up with a secret guru gift exchange with the unqualified gurus. Enjoy! ~~~ Link Tree ~~~ https://linktr.ee/theunqualifiedgurus   ~~~ Discord Server ~~~ https://discord.gg/Sn6rSYQrkT   ~~~ Follow Us on Social Media! ~~~ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/The-Unqualified-Gurus-Podcast-102423902208978/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/theunqualifiedgurus/ TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@theunqualifiedgurus?lang=en   ~~~ Follow the Podcast! ~~~ Apple: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-unqualified-gurus-podcast/id1589559338 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/0RFWl1Bv7Fyy305n93JEAt Amazon/Audible: https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/45d2ee98-9fe3-4c5f-84dd-c6926e534c6c Google: https://podcastsmanager.google.com/show?show=show:kqNRroQuSGZQkREA3ZLjaA Podbean: https://unqualifiedgurus.podbean.com iHeartRadio: https://iheart.com/podcast/87304740/ TuneIn: https://tunein.com/podcasts/Comedy-Podcasts/The-Unqualified-Gurus-Podcast-p1526158/ PlayerFM: https://player.fm/series/the-unqualified-gurus-podcast Listen Notes: https://www.listennotes.com/podcasts/the-unqualified-gurus-podcast-QinjewgZq0d/   ~~~ Shameless Plugs! ~~~ Oscar's Silent Artist: https://www.instagram.com/silentartist.co/ Daniel's Velcode: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCgwHVfkJ6rlcw8ko4ci0iRQ [00:00] Introduction [01:54] Silvia, The Book Gury, Drinks, and Rambling [20:23] Rambling Forever [31:51] Tony's Drunk Story [41:46] Mysterious Christmas Present [51:16] Attempting to Share Our Past Christmas One Last Time [01:10:16] Ending the Year with Good News [01:11:21] Thumbnail of the Year [01:18:49] Farewell & Happy New Years!

It's Tuesday and Beard Laws and the Boys are back for the 1110th time for Tik Tok Tuesday. Did you know that the Genesee Brewing Company, based in Rochester, New York, is one of the largest and oldest continually operating breweries in the United States? The Brewery makes the Genesee line of beers, including the iconic Genesee, the refreshing Genny Light, and The Original Cream Ale. Find some Genesee Beer nearest you at https://www.geneseebeer.com/finder/ This week on the TTT Show we have a great TikTok comedy skit that involves Thor's Hammer. It involves Thor's Hammer in a way that you will never have imagined seeing Thor's Hammer. After you watch the video not only are you impressed with the skit but you might have a newfound respect for Thor's Hammer. We also have a Tik Tok video that shows off a party foul. Let's admit it everyone has had a party foul happen to them or at least witnessed one. When this party foul happens though the homeowner is not impressed AT ALL. Everyone else seems to find the party foul fairly funny though. TTT Show is a podcast/live show where Beard Laws, Toby (tobynangel, theycallemetoby2), Yuban Whakinov, and Richard Tatum showcase the best TikTok videos all in one show. Beard Laws and the boys find videos and the amazing viewers submit them. Support our friends of the show (if you want) Copper Johns Beard Company: https://lddy.no/1c3fv Popdarts - https://popdartsgame.com/?ref=beardlaws Mustache Mate - https://mustachemate.com/ Bones Coffee (Code BEARDLAWS) - https://www.bonescoffee.com/ Draft Top - https://drafttop.kckb.st/beardlaws Brio 4 Life - https://bit.ly/3QDvoCe Solo Stove - https://www.solostove.com/en-us?rfsn=... Findlay Hats (Code BEARDLAWS) - https://www.findlayhats.com/ Lori Wall Beds - https://www.loriwallbeds.com/?aff=52 Manly Bands - https://manlybands.com (Code BEARDLAWS) Gravity Case - https://gravityphonecase.com/discount... Pillow Pug - https://pillowpug.com/discount/BEARDLAWS Genessee Brewery - https://www.geneseebeer.com/ Flannel Bunker - https://flannelbunker.com/shop TTT Findlay Hat - https://beardlaws.com/findlay Frost Buddy - https://frostbuddy.com/beardlaws Toby's Army YouTube - https://www.youtube.com/c/TobysArmy --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/beardlaws/support

It's Tuesday and Beard Laws and the Boys are back for the 1110th time for Tik Tok Tuesday.Did you know that the Genesee Brewing Company, based in Rochester, New York, is one of the largest and oldest continually operating breweries in the United States? The Brewery makes the Genesee line of beers, including the iconic Genesee, the refreshing Genny Light, and The Original Cream Ale. Find some Genesee Beer nearest you at https://www.geneseebeer.com/finder/This week on the TTT Show we have a great TikTok comedy skit that involves Thor's Hammer. It involves Thor's Hammer in a way that you will never have imagined seeing Thor's Hammer. After you watch the video not only are you impressed with the skit but you might have a newfound respect for Thor's Hammer.We also have a Tik Tok video that shows off a party foul. Let's admit it everyone has had a party foul happen to them or at least witnessed one. When this party foul happens though the homeowner is not impressed AT ALL. Everyone else seems to find the party foul fairly funny though.TTT Show is a podcast/live show where Beard Laws, Toby (tobynangel, theycallemetoby2), Yuban Whakinov, and Richard Tatum showcase the best TikTok videos all in one show. Beard Laws and the boys find videos and the amazing viewers submit them.Support our friends of the show (if you want)  Copper Johns Beard Company: https://lddy.no/1c3fv Popdarts - https://popdartsgame.com/?ref=beardlaws Mustache Mate - https://mustachemate.com/ Bones Coffee (Code BEARDLAWS) - https://www.bonescoffee.com/ Draft Top - https://drafttop.kckb.st/beardlaws Brio 4 Life - https://bit.ly/3QDvoCe Solo Stove - https://www.solostove.com/en-us?rfsn=... Findlay Hats (Code BEARDLAWS) - https://www.findlayhats.com/ Lori Wall Beds - https://www.loriwallbeds.com/?aff=52 Manly Bands - https://manlybands.com (Code BEARDLAWS) Gravity Case - https://gravityphonecase.com/discount...  Pillow Pug - https://pillowpug.com/discount/BEARDLAWS Genessee Brewery - https://www.geneseebeer.com/  Flannel Bunker - https://flannelbunker.com/shop TTT Findlay Hat - https://beardlaws.com/findlay Frost Buddy - https://frostbuddy.com/beardlaws Toby's Army YouTube - https://www.youtube.com/c/TobysArmy Become a member at https://plus.acast.com/s/beard-laws-podcast-1. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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Welcome to another episode of Spooky Gay Bullsh!t, our new weekly hangout where we break down all of the hot topics from the world of the weird, the scary, and issues that affect the LGBTQIA2+ community!This week, we cover: a magical sport's rebranding, meet Hello Kitty's new friend named Hello Little Ghost Girl, nature (somehow) found a way to make flies nastier, a B&E (but the E stands for 'Eat the cat food'), and an answer to the age-old question, "Is the bus still running?"See you next Friday for more Spooky Gay Bullsh!t!Join the Secret Society That Doesn't Suck for exclusive weekly mini episodes, livestreams, and a whole lot more! patreon.com/thatsspookyGet into our new apparel store and the rest of our merch! thatsspooky.com/storeCheck out our website for show notes, photos, and more at thatsspooky.comFollow us on Instagram for photos from today's episode and all the memes @thatsspookypodWe're on Twitter! Follow us at @thatsspookypodDon't forget to send your spooky gay B.S. to thatsspookypod@gmail.comSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Another Tuesday equals another episode! Episode number 7 of Inside the Heartbreak is here and its jammed pack. We have a very special guest today, a member of HBK Records 444Spyro joins us to talk about his new music video that just dropped as well as future plans with his music and direction. We also have a reoccuring guest Fivetre sitting in with 444Spyro! We hope you guys enjoy and remember to like, subscribe, comment, and share this hilarious episode!! 444Spyro's New Video! - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QW4JdMVxBmk Watch Dj Skelz's Vlog as well! - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oHvRCQ5yEAk&t=27s Available on Spotify and Apple Podcast leave a comment and a review ! https://open.spotify.com/show/5UcLzwq... Follow us on Socials! Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/dj_skelz/ https://www.instagram.com/insidethehe... https://www.instagram.com/hbk_mike7/ https://www.instagram.com/marx_marx__/ https://www.instagram.com/stevie._.57/ TIKTOK: https://www.tiktok.com/@insidethehear... https://www.tiktok.com/@marcfromwalmart https://www.tiktok.com/@mike.dawg7 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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McAnally's Pubcast - A Dresden Files PodcastHere we examine Chapter 24 and 25 in which Dresden and Michael attend a party, make new friends, offend the guests, and reacquaint with Kyle and Kelly. Grave Peril Chapter 24 Summary:Michael and Dresden arrive at Bianca's party where they meet Thomas, of House Raith, of the White Court. They are officially announced at the party where Dresden reveals he is dressed in a vampire costume. Grave Peril Chapter 25 Summary:Thomas cleverly diffuses the tense situation over Dresden's Costume. Michael and Dresden begin to mingle and are joined by Kyle and Kelly who make an uncomfortable scene. Thomas returns to tell Dresden the wine has been poisoned a minute too late.

In Episode 90, we are in the mountains near Hays, North Carolina to discuss "party fouls" or bad hiker etiquette on the trail. In the show, we discuss some of the bad behavior that was frequently mentioned in online articles, posts, and videos. We comment if we've been guilty of it, witnessed it, or agree that it IS indeed bad hiking etiquette. We also suggest what you SHOULD do on the trail and close the podcast with some gear fails that can ruin your day. This is a special interview, because we get together to hike in the Jefferson National Forest for two days. AND we hang out in a mountain cabin as a tribute to The Camel's milestone birthday year. We also have a chance to discuss the weekend impacts of gas station sandwiches, wild horses, and aggressive cows. Plus we get The Kidd excited about the N2Backpacking bidet and the Camel stirred up about the She-Wee!!! So check-out Episode 90 and drop The Camel a birthday wish here. Subject: Party Foul!Interviewees: The Camel, The Operator, The KiddInterview Date: August 21, 2021Runtime: 1:20:49 Download Now: Party Foul! (WMA format 38.4 MB); Party Foul! (MP3 format (75.7 MB)

Party Foul! We Tackle How To Party Tonight!A new week, a new set of rules on how to operate in public! This week we are giving some guidelines on partying; house party, your party, their party...anyones party. These do's and don'ts are essential to getting an invite back! Now sit back, relax and let the chaos take over!#podcast #party #rules #dos #donts #partyrules #parties #houseparty #partying #thf #shs #teamhavingfun #teamchaos #dontbeanass #dbaa #like #follow #share #sub #subscribe #facebook #youtube #twitter

In this episode, Fae, Boy and Monsieur Fiston will be facing their hardest battle this far... Fighting against the Mansion's devilish furniture ! How will perish ? and who will survive ? Social Media : Twitter @partea_fowl Instagram @partyfoulpodcast Music credits : Miguel Johnson - Song Title : Good Day To Die Gentil Puck - Song Title: The White City Ghibli's Waltz - Song Title : Classical Piano and Orchestra Music

In this episode, Fae and Boy become Rank 4 and get to roam the world, in search of new adventures and build up their heroic reputation. They take on a quest that will lead them far away from Orlundes, but on the way there, they stumble upon a small village that seems to be in need of help. Will our heroes be strong enough to face the challenge that lies ahead? Social Media : Twitter @partea_fowl Instagram @partyfoulpodcast Music credits : Miguel Johnson - Song Title : Good Day To Die Kevin MacLeod - Song Title : Call to Adventure Gentil Puck - Song Title: The White City RandomMind - Song Title: Kings Feast

After their last mission, Fae and Boy have made quite the reputation for themselves. But being famous isn't just about free rounds at the Dendy Fillet.. In this episode, A strange man approaches our heroes but his intentions are uncertain. Is he a friend or a foe ? Social Media : Twitter @partea_fowl Instagram @partyfoulpodcast Music credits : Miguel Johnson - Song Title : Good Day To Die JR Tundra - Song Title : Shesh Pesh Kevin MacLeod - Song Title : Call to Adventure Gentil Puck - Song Title: The White City Ender Güney - Song Title : For You King

Our heroes, Fae and Boy have finally become licensed adventurers and are ready to take on their official first mission. Their quest leads them to a village called Corkeit, where a greedy Wizard named Breebilly sends them to retrieve something unexpeced. Social Media : Twitter @partea_fowl Instagram @partyfoulpodcast Music credits : Miguel Johnson - Song Title : Good Day To Die Sword Coast Soundscapes - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCUGy8GD5oY4EX9awX4FSqBw Kevin MacLeod - Song Title : Call to Adventure Scott Buckley - Song Title: Warriors of Destin Gentil Puck - Song Title: The White City

Follow the adventures of Fae and Boy, two friends trying their best to become licensed adventurers of the Central Bureau Of Delvers. Will they succeed in their first quest ? or will they fail miserably ? Twitter @partea_fowl Instagram @partyfoulpodcast Music credits : RandomMind - Song Title: Kings Feast Scott Buckley - Song Title: Warriors of Destiny Essa - Song Title: Fantasy loop 1 Gentil Puck - Song Title: The White City