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The Time Riders: Part 14 Visiting old friends, and Nanu discovers hot sauce. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. A certain bedroom. If she'd been worried about feeling alone, she wasn't noticing at the moment. There were so many fascinating things around here, all requiring her examination. There was an entire world to explore, after all, and it was apparently much bigger than the one she'd left behind. It was hard to conceive of, really; a world larger than Rome, than the empire, but according to her Mistress, Re-be-kah, she was not going to run out of things to be stunned by. So far, Mistress had been right. Nanu was kneeling on the bed, minutely examining the fabric that made up the soft sheets they'd been sleeping on. She tugged at the material, noticing how it was so tough that she needn't worry about tearing it. She tugged and tugged, giggling with delight when she couldn't wreck it. How clever the people of tomorrow were! She clambered off the bed and walked over to the window. She had only briefly put on any clothes, and that was to see her Mistress to the door as she left for work. Becky had made sure Nanu understood how the front door lock worked before she left. Nanu was only wearing the burning cock-sack garment, the one with the symbol of the musical group Let Zeppli on it, but the second Mistress was gone, she'd shucked it off and scampered around naked, laughing in delight. She'd been so tempted to stand in the window wearing no clothes and shake her nude body at the world, because she promised Mistress she would stay out of trouble, because she didn't want the vigiles coming for her since she'd only just gotten here. Mistress' 'free country' wasn't as free as it sounded, at least in her opinion. The tiny Egyptian girl walked up to the window of the bedroom and leaned on the frame, sighing dreamily as she rested her chin on her arms and gazed out at the world beyond the glass. Trees were starting to be green, and the grass of Mistress' lawn was visible, along with plants that would apparently become lovely flowers. High up in the blue sky, a strange bird flew. It barely moved, just gliding along, and seemed to have an almost cruciform shape. It left a weird trail of white cloud behind. What strange animals there were in the world of tomorrow. She left the window and went into the bathroom, plunking herself down on the commode and peeing, giggling at the sound produced by the material the bowl was made from. Once she was done, she headed downstairs, feeling a mite peckish. She went up to the fridge and opened the door, fascinated by the chill she felt as she leaned in to see what was available. Re-be-kah had left food for her to eat, all prepared and with her name on it, so that she knew what was safe. Seeing as how the ba-lo had made her almost shit herself to death the day before. The parfait was sitting in a bowl, with yummy-looking red and black berries swirled into it, along with a cereal that Mistress had called 'granola'. She took that and then retrieved a few slices of homemade bread from a little wooden container on the counter. Mistress had left some utensils and butter on the table, and even the peanut butter! Nanu loved the peanut butter; she couldn't wait to have it licked off her cunt! Sated some minutes later, Nanu wandered around, examining little things about the house that she hadn't noticed yet. She was careful to not mess with any switches, because she didn't know what all of them did. Apparently they weren't all just for the lights. She jumped up and down on the sturdy long chair, which was apparently called a 'chesterfield', rolled around on the comfy rug, and diddled herself in front of a mirror, cumming loudly and shamelessly. She loved looking at herself while she masturbated, she was so beautiful! Nanu flopped back on the rug, breathing heavily after a lovely climax. Her whole body tingled, and wonderful images of herself and her Mistress fucking floated through her mind. The house was warm, in a way she'd never felt before. Living in the slave quarters, and wearing what amounted to little more than a poorly made sack for clothing, she had often been cold, and rarely warm enough to suit her. This was; wonderful. This new world confused and frightened her, but she also knew she would acclimate, and then she would be warm, well-fed, and she could fuck to her heart's content. She was going to love her new life, she was sure. She hoped Re-be-kah was having as wonderful a day as she was. The Education of Nanu, as 'The Gods Will It'. Mooredale Secondary. Becky sat behind her desk, trying to conceal the way her eyes were spiraling with exasperation and boredom. While not every student in her Physics class was a dunce, only a few of them truly cared and paid attention. Most were just doing what was required to pass. Even if they got great grades, they weren't interested in retaining the material. And then there was one young dunce in particular. She tried not to scowl at Mark, who was zoning out at his desk, looking out the window. She could see even from here that his notes were inadequate. He couldn't claim to be memorizing the material; he had the memory of a goldfish crossed with a sieve. How had he made it into this prestigious high school to begin with? She was ultimately happy he had, of course, since that meant three months from now (from his point of view), he would be taking her on adventures with the Holmes Field Device. But this twerp sitting in front of her wasn't that time traveler yet, was he? He was just some lazy kid who was going to fail her course. Then he'd come back in time to fuck her, and convince her to not fail him. She'd agree, as long as he showed her the time machine and took her on adventures. Looking at him now, she couldn't believe she'd made the agreement. But she had, and now she was stuck passing him. She couldn't get out of it if she tried. She'd solidified her personal future. Fating, as people in the time travel community called it. Once you knew for certain that something factually was going to happen to you down the road, there was nothing you could do to change it, no matter how hard you tried. You might even hurt yourself doing it. Time lock. It was a thing. So if you enjoyed feeling like you were in control of your destiny, then you did your best not to find out what was to happen to you in the future. Loose talk stops clocks, and all that. She looked at Mark again, still trying not to frown. It was so strange to think that this boy, who was weeks away from being eighteen, was the same knucklehead who would be her time-travelling companion. She'd be having sex with him, and they'd be sharing girls in the time stream, including Nanu, who was waiting for her back at home. The Mark in front of her was seventeen, almost eighteen. Time travel made the rules seem so arbitrary, and even dumb sometimes. She couldn't have sex with him right now. She couldn't sext him under her desk right now. It was illegal. Yet somehow, magically, in a few weeks, on a particular day, Mark's upcoming birthday would make him an adult, even though functionally nothing was different about his biology. This Mark didn't know that they were lovers. That they would be lovers, in any event. Like all the other dumb boys in the school, he talked about her being hot, and what he'd do to her, childish boasting and hormonal nonsense. They talked about how she tended to dress rather conservatively, but clearly she had a rocking' bod underneath her clothes. They'd seen her in the school gym a few times. Becky didn't know why she dressed so conservatively, now that she thought of it. There were certainly less attractive teachers on staff who dressed more sexily than she did. Connie Marangos, the English Lit teacher, was shaped like a pear and had a face like a foot, but she somehow managed to dress sexy. What was Becky's excuse? She didn't want to give the horny students any more masturbation material than they already got. Horny teenage boys were annoying. Even Mark was annoying. Would he get better by the time she caught up with him in the future, three months from now? She could hope, but she doubted it. He hadn't exactly proven so thus far on their adventures. Another quiet sigh escaped her as she glanced for a moment in his general direction. She wanted to pin that boy down right now and fuck him, hard. She couldn't, but she wanted to. It bothered her that she was starting to feel a tingle in her needy cunt, and there was nothing she could do about it. She'd have to wait to get home and take out her horny frustrations on Nanu. Not that the Egyptian girl would mind, of course. She thought back about what she and Mark had experienced so far in the time stream. They'd gone to seventeenth century France, gotten in several brawls, and Mark had been fatally shot, only surviving because he wasn't meant to die yet. She'd been kidnapped by Cardinal Richelieu and made a lady-in-waiting to Anne of Austria, and she'd met her own ancestor, the gorgeous, brilliant, and deadly noblewoman Alexandra D'Assaut, who had helped Mark rescue her from the Louvre, and out from right under the nose of the Sun King. Becky might have shot Porthos And might also have kicked Richelieu in the nuts. That sounded so weird, but it had happened. She was there. That, or she was on the world's longest and most intense acid trip. They went to Rome, to participate in a genuine orgy, and they'd met and bought the beautiful slave girl Nanu. The intent had been to set her free, and Becky had even paid gold for her; but Mark screwed everything up by getting arrested for fucking a Vestal Virgin, one of Rome's most sacred priestesses. One thing led to another, and they'd had to rescue him from being skewered by gladiators in the Colosseum, mostly by dropping the roof on the emperor. Mark, or 'Bonosus' as he was known in ancient Rome now, was probably the most notorious criminal in the empire not named Spartacus. It didn't surprise Becky that even in the time stream, everyone wanted to kill Mark. He had that effect on people. They'd finally brought Nanu forward in time with them, since she was hopelessly devoted to them, and leaving her on her own in Rome was dangerous for her, even if she had proof of her manumission. It had been an eventful few days since their arrival back home, with Nanu getting a crash course in the fact that everything wanted to kill her. At least to hear Nanu talk about it. Even common household items were absurdly dangerous for her, and noises that modern people just took for granted drove the younger girl nuts. Food was a big gamble with Nanu. Modern preservatives and nitrates wreaked havoc on her digestive tract, something she couldn't possibly have built any immunity to. To Becky's surprise, Nanu wasn't lactose-intolerant, because as a slave, she'd been given cow's milk, something peasants and slaves subsisted on and normal people were too good for. It was strange to Becky that bovine milk and beef had been considered low-class food back then. They'd probably change their minds if they'd ever had a filet mignon or a good porterhouse. Dumb ancient people. At least Nanu ate everything she possibly could. A yawn from Mark's direction brought her out of her reverie, and she restrained another scowl in his direction. It was nowhere near the first time he'd annoyed her with his lack of interest, but she was getting more irritated with it of late, because she knew what was coming. She had to put up with this. She had to fail him. Because his future self would come back in time and convince her to change his grade. She couldn't just give him a passing grade now to speed things up if she tried. Something would make her fail him. Which he so richly deserved. Why the universe gave this kid a time machine was beyond her. A retarded chimp would have deserved it more, and probably been less of a menace. She couldn't fuck him, not yet. But that didn't mean she couldn't fuck with him, right? "Mr. Simmons," she called in his direction, raising her eyebrow and getting everyone's attention, including his. She called him 'Mark' so regularly now that saying 'Mr. Simmons' seemed strange. "Since you are clearly well ahead of the curriculum, what with having time to yawn and stare out the window, I thought maybe you could explain the differences in the scalar and vector measurements to the class?" "I, uh;” he fumbled, looking worried now. "I;” "Well, go on," she said, gesturing with her hand. "We spent the entire second half of last week on the model, after all. The copious notes you took are still fresh, yes?" "I; that is; uh;” he said, going pale. "Dumbass," laughed one of the other boys from nearby. Several other students laughed, and Mark got pelted with crumpled-up balls of paper for looking like a dolt. Becky didn't bother feeling bad for him, since this had to happen in order for things to work out in the future. That, and the brat deserved it. A girl near the front, one Gina Felton, put her hand up, looking smug. She seemed to have the answers, generally. Becky restrained a sigh as she allowed the brown-haired girl to answer. Gina dutifully recited off the material they'd been given, even offering some explanation along the way to demonstrate that she understood what she'd been taught, not just parroting the lesson. She wasn't as smart as she thought she was, and she'd never be a physicist, but she came from a wealthy WASP family type that was so common in this neighborhood, and she was a kiss-ass to the faculty. Becky would give Gina her passing grade and get rid of her. If only were so easy with Mark. "That's, uh; that was I was gonna say," Mark added once Gina had finished her singsong response. More laughter and mockery was hurled his way. "Okay, enough, people," Becky announced, standing up to get their attention and put an end to the paper projectiles. "Miss Felton, well done. Mr. Simmons, you can stay after class and clean up the room, along with my chalkboards." Becky liked using chalk boards, because one of her two favorite professors in her university years had insisted on using them. It had seemed like magic to her when he'd used them, all these wondrous equations laid out for her, explained thoroughly, and then they were gone, replaced by more fascinating numbers, a guided tour into how the universe worked. Only he could- "Ma'am?" a voice called. "Miss Fischer?" Becky blinked, coming out of yet another reverie. She was beginning to think that maybe she shouldn't be giving Mark shit for doing it, since she kept zoning out during class, thinking about the profs. She and Nanu had a playdate with them later this week at Blackwell Manor, so she'd just have to keep it in her pants until then. "Sorry, I was remembering a lesson," she said, recovering and sitting down again, just in case she leaked through her slacks. Thankfully, they were moments away from the period ending, and she'd be free of these yahoos for another day. "Tomorrow, we'll stick our toes into the concept of Fleming's Left-Hand Rule and its application in electromagnetism. Whether you're working on the Large Hadron Collider, or your grandfather's ancient lawnmower in the future, this is a good thing to understand. Go ahead and get ready, just wait for the bell. Mr. Simmons, the chalkboard awaits your attentions." Yet more razzing at Mark's expense, while Gina just sat at her desk looking smug. As annoying as Mark was, Becky simply did not like Gina Felton. She was eighteen now, and Becky had good reason to suspect that the skinny little broad was carrying on with the History professor, Mr. Browning. The less she knew, the better. Kind of like about her own future. Ah well, she thought as she watched Mark dully begin wiping off the chalkboards and then pounding out the erasers. Not much longer to put up with this, and then the real fun begins. Just show some patience, girl. She somehow refrained from subtly taking a picture of Mark's ass with her phone. "Mistress, you're back!" Nanu chirped as she skipped up to the door, quite naked. "I didn't break anything!" "The fact that you led with that statement makes me suspicious," Becky sighed as she closed the door behind her. She then hung up her blazer on a peg and allowed the Egyptian girl to take her hand and pull her into the house. "Did you eat?" "Yes, Mistress, everything you left for me," Nanu announced proudly. "Nothing left. Did I do well?" "You ate everything I left you for you?" Becky asked, raising an eyebrow. Nanu dragged her into the dining room and gestured grandly at the table. The top was covered in plates, bowls, and containers, along with utensils. Even the peanut butter jar, which had been mostly full this morning, was seemingly licked clean. "Holy shit," Becky mumbled in English, gazing at the table. "You ate absolutely everything." "Did I do right, Mistress?" Nanu asked. What did Becky tell her? That Nanu had eaten the food she'd prepped and was meant to last for a few days? She hadn't exactly been that explicit, because she hadn't thought to tell Nanu that. She'd overlooked how voracious Nanu could be. A lifetime of slavery saw to it that Nanu ate every meal as if it might be her last. Well, that was on Becky. She'd just start again and be more concise next time about her expectations. "I'm proud of you for looking after yourself," she said finally, making the tiny girl beam with delight. "Did you have problems with anything I showed you?" "I played with the water makers a little bit, and practiced washing my hands," Nanu said, waiting impatiently while Becky started removing her work clothes. "Your soap is very different from what my masters used. It smells nice, not like piss." "Maybe because we don't use urine in our soap these days," the blonde observed as she tossed aside her skirt and then began undoing her bra. Nanu, predictably, just watched intently, almost salivating at the thought of her Mistress' tits. "So now you know how to keep yourself clean. Tonight, I'll let you try to work the shower, that way you can use it if I'm not home and you need to wash up." Nanu nodded. "It was awkward trying to get the peanut butter off my cunt. I am very flexible, but even I couldn't reach it all with my tongue. I used a cloth finally. But I tried, Mistress, I really did." "Nobody made you smear the peanut butter on yourself, silly," Becky laughed as she shucked her bra, revealing her lovely tits to Nanu. Then she bent over and peeled off her underwear. "But I'm glad you fed yourself and know how to get clean, my love. It sounds like you had a good day." "There were so many things to do, Mistress," Nanu breathed, enjoying the sight of Becky's hairless cunt. She'd never seen a more perfect cunt. "I was amazed by how strong your sheets are. And I glided up and down the hallway in my socks, and I listened to music and danced;” "I'm so pleased that you worked out the controller for the stereo," Becky cooed, caressing Nanu's cheek. The smaller girl closed her eyes, enjoying the touch before turning her head a little to kiss her Mistress' palm. "What music did you listen to?" "But I am proud to be your lover, and that you're my Mistress," Nanu protested. "And I am proud of you, Nanu," Becky assured her, giving her hands a gentle squeeze. "But just trust me on this, okay? Hearing people called 'Mistress' will be very weird to some of them. I want tonight to be fun, not awkward." Nanu sighed somewhat despondently and nodded. "So I must call you Re-be-kah tonight?" The blonde pondered the matter. "Can you say 'Becky'?" Nanu pursed her lips. "Beh-kee." "That's what all my friends call me," Becky said, pulling Nanu into a hug. It was weird to have their jackets in the way and not be able to feel their tits squashing together. "Except for M-ark," Nanu pointed out, enjoying the hug, even if she couldn't feel her mistress' tits. "He called you 'Beks'." "Well, Mark's an idiot, and he's lucky he's the one with the time machine, or I would flunk him into eternity," Becky muttered, preferring to not think about the bane of her academic existence. "Asshat." "Ass-hat;” Nanu repeated. "Mark is an ass-hat?" She's like a toddler, Becky thought, making a note to watch her language. She retains all the naughty words she shouldn't know. "Let's go, Noah Webster," Becky sighed, standing up again. "Your chariot awaits;” The Gardiner Expressway, heading south. Nanu was indeed turned sideways in her seat, despite the seatbelt, her face plastered to the window as she gaped in awe at the scenery that sped by. Aside from the endless metal monsters that were running with them or in the opposite direction, there were also tall buildings and houses, bright lights on tall posts, and even giant bridges that they went under and didn't fall on their heads! Nanu was too astonished to remember to be frightened of everything. Becky smiled as she drove, pleased that Nanu was distracted and not cowering in fear. Not that she would blame her. It had taken some convincing to get her into the car at all, but once she discovered how comfy the seats were, she warmed up to the idea quickly enough. Becky buckled her into her seat and even let Nanu honk the horn once before they pulled out. Nanu yelped in shock at the loud sound, but then clapped in delight, realizing that she could (if allowed) control the beast's roar. She took it slow at first, driving at a virtual crawl through her neighborhood, letting Nanu get a feel for the movement of the car. She was going places, but her legs weren't doing any of the work. It was like being in a palanquin or a chariot, only completely enclosed. The roar of something called an 'engine' surrounded her, replacing the clatter of iron-bound wooden wheels and horse hooves. It was almost twilight, and the lights on the tall posts glared brightly, making Nanu shield her eyes occasionally. She could see people in their own metal beasts, men and women, often with children riding along in the seats behind. She smiled brightly and waved back at one little girl who had seen her and waved to her. "We are going so fast," she breathed, almost wrenching her neck as she tried to watch cars whip by in the opposite direction. "Nobody in the world has ever gone as fast as this, I'll bet." Becky thought about that, realizing Nanu was probably right. She was going just over seventy kilometers per hour at the moment, but that was faster than anything had ever gone until locomotive engines came on the scene, once again in the mid-nineteenth century. It may have seemed slow to her, but it was light speed to Nanu. "Oh, we can go a lot faster than this, Nanu," she said casually, enjoying her lover's innocent wonder at everything. "Go faster!" Nanu urged in excitement. "Go faster than all the other metal beasts! Shame them!" "; except for maybe that one;” she added in a faltering tone as a red Ferrari whipped by, the roaring noise of its engine filling the interior of Becky's car. "How do you make the beast go faster, Mistress? I do not see reins or a whip." "It's not alive, remember? It's just a machine, a bunch of parts put together to make a mechanism," Becky answered, knowing most of this would go over Nanu's head. "I control its speed with the pedals at my feet, and which way it goes with this wheel in my hand." "Can we go faster and leave all these other beasts behind?" Becky smiled. "Not right now, my love. There are laws about how fast you're allowed to go when there are lots of other cars around. It prevents accidents." "But what could hurt us?" Nanu asked. "The beast is metal, we are surrounded by all this metal. We are invincible." "If we hit or got hit by another car, the metal won't protect us entirely," Becky pointed out, thinking that maybe she'd show Nanu some car crash safety videos, put the fear of the car gods into her. And if we hit a person, we'd pretty much kill them at this speed." Nanu thought about that. "But we'd be okay, right?" Becky sighed and resisted the urge to turn the car around. The Malted Cat, thirty minutes later. "Hi, everyone, sorry we're late," Becky called out, waving as she headed to the table where everyone was already gathered. "You know this time of night on the Gardiner, traffic was a bitch." "Bitch;” Nanu parroted, but was too far away still for anyone to hear her aside from Becky. Nanu was looking around at the establishment, which didn't remind her of any tabernus she'd ever seen before. This was loud and chaotic, with people everywhere and what might have been music blaring. People were wearing so many different outfits, some of which were almost nonexistent to Nanu. They walked up to the table, where five other people, three women, and two men, were already sitting. A few of them had the same straw-colored hair as her mistress. Two of the women were skinny, one was rather fat. One of the men was skinny and balding. She doubted he got fucked very often. Becky stopped at the table, with Nanu beside her. "Everyone, this is Nanu, she's staying with me." "Hi," Nanu said, holding up a hand and remembering the greeting word that people used in En-gush. "Hi." "Hello," they all said back pleasantly, smiling at her. She liked the fact that they greeted her and hadn't noticed she was a slave. Or at least, had been. Sometimes she worried it clung to her like a stench she would never be rid of. At least they'd brought her manumission documents with them from Rome to this world of tomorrow, just in case she had to prove it. "Nanu, let me introduce my friends and co-workers," Becky said in Latin, before pointing to people. "This is Kay, that's Shirley, this is Annie, that's Steve, and this is Ed." "What were you speaking to her just now?" Ed asked, seeming curious. He was the balding one. "Latin," Becky replied as room was made for them at the table, with Steve pulling up two more chairs. "She doesn't speak English, and I don't speak her native language, so we communicate in Latin." Becky's friends all looked at one another quizzically, but then realized that none of them spoke Latin. Becky would be interpreting all night. Frankly, that was just fine with Becky, since it allowed her to control things where Nanu was concerned. "Nanu-nanu!" Steve said to the new guest, holding his hand out sideways, fingers splayed apart in twos. Nanu seemed confused before she spread her own fingers tentatively and then slid them into Steve's, who grinned and began shaking up and down gently. "Good to meet you!" "Steve, I'm not drunk enough for Mork and Mindy jokes yet," Becky sighed, settling Nanu in a chair while the smaller girl looked at her hand curiously, still held open the way he'd shown her. What was that supposed to mean? Was it one of the standard greetings of this age? Then she started noticing small details, both of her new associates, and around the place. Her eyes widened when she saw a tattoo on the arm of the fat woman, Shir-lee. Then she noticed one on Steve. She looked around and saw that many people around this club had tattoos. She looked at Becky with concern. "So many people," she said quietly, hoping only Becky heard her. "They have stigma (tattoos). Some of your friends have them! Are we surrounded by criminals?" Becky thought about that for a moment and then shook her head. "No, Nanu. In my world, tattoos are just art. There have been times in the past where criminals or people considered undesirable have been branded, but this isn't a thing anymore. People wear tattoos because they mean something to them, or they're just art." Nanu sighed in relief. "I somehow avoided getting a tattoo or branded as a Flavian slave, I was lucky. Most of the other slaves had them, I found it humiliating." "Is she okay, Becks?" Annie asked curiously. "She looks a little spooked." Becky smiled and nodded. "The tattoos all around her freaked her out. Where she comes from, tattoos are brands on slaves or criminals and law-abiding citizens don't get them." "Well, I like to think I'm a bad girl," Shirley said in a sassy tone and wearing a wicked smile. "And I've got another tattoo in another place that'd prove it, for sure." This drew laughter from her friends, and she rolled onto one cheek subtly and patted the other one. Annie popped Shirley on the ass, making her squeak and more there was laughter around the table. "So, Nanu," Kay began, smiling across the table at her. Becky was on one side of Nanu, and Ed was on the other. Nanu almost needed a booster chair to sit at the table. Thankfully, the bouncer at the door had accepted her identification, even if he seemed skeptical at first. No doubt having Becky there helped. "Do you want a beer, honey?" Nanu knew she was being asked a question and looked at Becky, who translated. "Cervisia. Do you want one?" Nanu wrinkled her nose in distaste. "That is a barbarian's drink! I am civilized." "You thought cow's meat was barbaric until the other day too," Becky pointed out. "Now I can't keep you out of it. Your ancestors made beer before they discovered wine, you know. At least try it, it's polite. Do you remember what I told you about how to respond if someone offers you something?" Nanu looked at Kay and spoke slowly. "Please an-du fank you." Kay looked delighted and ordered beers for Nanu and Becky. The Egyptian girl settled in and just listened quietly while the conversation picked up around her. Becky had told her that she was free to simply listen, or look around the bar. If someone addressed Nanu, Becky would tell her. Nanu was more than happy to just sit quietly and observe. Beer arrived, with a tall pint glass for Becky, and a half-pint for Nanu. She frowned at her smaller glass. "Why did I get the child drink?" Becky almost laughed while Nanu seemed to glare at the golden liquid and the tiny bubbles. "First of all, children aren't allowed to drink beer because of the alcohol. Second, I got you a smaller glass in case you don't like it. Less goes to waste." Nanu glanced at Becky now. "So if I don't like it, I don't just smash the glass on the floor and demand a different drink I like?" Becky blinked. "No, darling. We are very respectful to our servers at all times." "But they are nobody." "Nanu, just; trust me on this, okay?" Becky almost pleaded. "Always be polite, always. When it time to not be polite, I'll let you know, I promise." "Fine," Nanu sighed, picking up the glass with both hands and tilting it so that she could take a sip while everyone watched. Her eyes widened and she put the glass back down on the table, her cheeks bulging as she looked at Becky in panic. "Swallow," Becky instructed. "It's fine." Hesitantly, the tiny girl swallowed and then gasped rather loudly and dramatically. "It is so cold, but it burns!" "You didn't mind when the pop was fizzing in your mouth," Becky said. "The pop was sweet. This is; why is this beer? It doesn't taste like beer at all!" "It's beer, I promise you, just that we make it differently than they did in your time." "Is she okay?" Steve asked, watching Nanu curiously. They all were, in fact. "She's never had beer like that before," Becky explained. "She only just tried pop for the first time the other day." "You said she's from Egypt?" Shirley queried. "Is she Muslim and she's not allowed to have alcohol?" "Trust me, she's not Muslim," Becky assured her co-worker while Nanu eyed her beer suspiciously. "She was a slave most of her life, and she has very limited experience with, well, just about anything. We're taking it slow, but I want her to see what her new life is all about and has to offer." "Would she like wine instead?" Kay asked. "No, let her figure this out," Becky replied, going back to her own beer. "I have yet to find anything she won't eat or drink, so give her a bit." Becky knew she'd have to get some food in Nanu before long, because Nanu's alcohol tolerance might be perilously low, especially on what was essentially an empty stomach. She'd let Nanu pick whatever sounded good, and just deal with the consequences later. There was only so easy she could make this for her. Her body needed to adapt to modern cuisine sooner or later, right? The conversation began again, mostly everyone venting about their stupid students and the idiotic things they said, did, or turned in. Every once in a while, someone asked Nanu something, and Becky translated, letting Nanu respond as best she could. But mostly, they simply adhered to Becky's rule of letting the new girl observe and listen. "I swear, this one girl is a complete moron," Annie groused. "Any of you have Angie Staples in any of your classes?" Nanu heard several of them moan and roll their eyes, almost slumping back in their chairs. They began griping about something or someone, repeating a word that sounded like a name. It reminded her of how her mistress complained about M-ark. "Hey, she's not a bigger dolt than Simmons," Becky pointed out. "That boy is hopeless in my class. If he made any less effort, he'd forget to breathe." "At least he's cute," Kay said, making Annie and Shirley laugh. "I'd totally fuck Mark if he was legal." At the mention of the name 'Mark' and the word 'fuck', Nanu perked up just slightly and then looked at Becky. And this was not lost on the other women. "Why did she just look at you when I mentioned fucking Simmons?" Kay asked, looked at Becky now. "I; no; Fischer, no;” "What?" Becky said rather defensively. "Rebecca Fischer, are you doing things with that boy?" Kay pressed, smiling slyly. Annie and Shirley's eyes lit up excitedly, whereas Ed and Steve remained silent, trying to not look put out. "Are you nuts?" Becky said rather more loudly than she should have. "He's my student!" "He's all of our students, and the only thing he's good at is Phys Ed," Annie laughed. "He's turning out to be a hunk, I saw him running track in the gymnasium with no shirt the other day. Kay's right, none of us would blame you if you were getting it in from him." "I assure you, I am not getting it in from that dough-head sitting in my classroom," Becky said firmly. It was technically true, if only because the Mark sitting in her classroom hadn't fucked her yet. "So why did Nanu look at you so suddenly?" Kay pressed, not willing to concede the point just yet. "She's heard me complaining about how abso-fucking-lutely useless he is in my class," Becky explained, which was also technically true. "He's failing harder than a SCUD missile. Makes me crazy." "I'd go crazy on him," Shirley quipped, smiling slyly behind her beer glass while Kay and Annie burst out laughing again. Becky sighed and shook her head, but at least she seemed to have deflected that particular line of inquiry. Despite Kay's contentions in private about her proclivities, most people believed Rebecca Fischer to be a prudish nun stuck in a porn star's body. Only this small crew ever saw her let her hair down, like tonight. Garlic bread, mozzarella sticks, and wings arrived at the table as an appetizer, and Becky encouraged Nanu to try everything. The teachers all watched in astonishment as she tried each of the items and then began devouring them in rapid succession. "Guess I'm buyin' this round of appetizers," Becky said, shaking her head as she watched her charge annihilate the food. "I'll buy the next round too, just to make sure everyone gets something." "Oh, I'm buyin' her a round as well, just to keep watching," Annie said in fascination while Nanu mowed through the appetizers like the Tasmanian Devil. "Do you ever feed her, Becks?" "I told you, she was literally a slave in her old life, and she eats everything in sight as a defensive measure," Becky sighed. "She's not being rude, I promise. I've literally watched her eat a pound of bologna and empty a full jar of peanut butter." "Ba-lo;” Nanu managed to mumble through a mouth full of biomass as she kept storming the appetizers. Everyone was enjoying watching, even if they had to wait for their own shares to arrive again. She also kept sipping at her beer, seeming to have dropped her objections to it. Becky realized she might actually need help from the time stream to keep this girl fed. Nanu had pretty much polished off all her food when the second round of appetizers arrived. She eyed Steve's basket of wings hungrily. He saw her staring and gestured to the steaming heap of saucy poultry. "Want to try one?" "Nanu, darling," Becky said, holding up a hand to interrupt. "You might find that' But Nanu had already stripped most of the meat off the tiny bones of one wing by the time Becky had begun to object. She was chewing away when she paused on her eyes went wide. "Steve, you jerk," Becky said, scowling at her co-worker while Nanu started trembling while still chewing, her face turning red and her eyes starting to water. "She doesn't know what suicide sauce is." Nanu had her forehead pressed against the table and was thumping her little fist against the surface, still resolutely chewing, even as she whimpered and moaned in pain. "Gotta admire her pluck, though," Kay mused, watching the tiny girl try not to writhe. "I didn't know she couldn't handle it," Steve protested. "Don't they have hot food where she comes from?" "See if I ever sub for you the next time you need a day off," grumbled the blonde, patting Nanu on the back gently while calling over a server. Fifteen minutes and a gallon of milk later. "I can't believe she ate all my wings," Steve murmured, watching Nanu polish off the last wing while staring directly at him defiantly. "A whole pound, I got like, one." "Serves you right," Becky grunted, making sure Nanu had lots of wet wipes and used them regularly in case she tried to rub her eyes. Milk wouldn't help then. "I can't believe she's still eating them," Annie said, watching with morbid fascination. "I mean, you can see they still hurt her, but she won't quit." "Now that she knows milk dulls the fire, she doesn't have to," Becky sighed, also watching while eating her own honey-garlic wings. Nanu had stolen half of those, too. The only reason Shirley and Kay's food was (mostly) safe was because Nanu was too short to reach across the table. "And she's mad at Steve, so she's making a point." She knew that she and Nanu could both regret this in a few hours, that Nanu might be up all night again in the bathroom, but apparently she was willing to risk that to get the message across; don't fuck with Nanu Tehemet. Nanu polished off the wings and then knocked back several glasses of milk Becky had lined up for her, followed by her beer. She put the last down and let out a thunderous belch that echoed around the area. Everyone's eyes widened at the noise, except for Becky, who just shook her head. People at other tables looked over, perplexed that someone so small could release such a giant noise. Annie cleared her throat. "Well, I; I hear that in some Middle Eastern cultures, burping is a sign that a person appreciates the food they were served." Nanu patted her chest with her little fist and sighed happily. "Nanu," Shirley said, getting her attention directly. She gestured to her shirt and then at Nanu's. "I like your shirt." Nanu realized what the fat woman was talking about and then beamed happily, thrusting her chest forward and thumbing at the logo. "Let Zeppli!" "Do you like them, honey?" Shirley asked. Becky translated and Nanu nodded eagerly. "Let Zeppli!" "I like them too," Shirley said, pleased to be connecting with the exotic foreign girl. "Shirley says she likes Led Zeppelin too," Becky explained, leaning in to be heard over all the noise. The karaoke had begun, and they were near the stage. "The fat one likes Zeppli?" Nanu asked, shocked. "Is she allowed?" "Nanu!" Becky gasped, bursting into snickers. "You can't just comment about people's weight like that!" "What's funny, Becks?" Annie asked, curious. Becky was still snickering as she tried to wave it off. "Pretty sure Nanu thinks only she's allowed to like Zeppelin. And maybe I'm allowed. Pop culture still eludes her." "Well, she's got the hot wings and big tits part down already, I'd say she's halfway there," Kay quipped, making everyone laugh. Shirley had excused herself from the table for a moment. More food was ordered, along with beer or cocktails, and the gripe session continued about what complete morons the kids of this day and age were becoming. And the ones that weren't morons were completely unlikable. "So how long is she stayin' with you?" Kay asked as she watched Nanu attack the jalapeno poppers. "For the foreseeable future, really," Becky answered. "Like I said, she was a slave back home, she has no life to return to, and it was borderline Stone Age subsistence. I can't just let her go, or turn her over to the system, she'll die. She knows nothing. I'm doing what I can to help her adapt and learn about her new world. One day, she'll be fine." "That's really noble of you, Rebecca," Ed stated, getting his share of an onion blossom before Nanu saw it and murdered it. "But it could be years. I'm not trying to make her sound like a pet dog, but this could be a long commitment on your part. How did you even meet her?" "Honestly?" Becky said, having a rehearsed answer already. She'd tried to anticipate as many questions as possible for tonight. "I met her in Rome. That's where I managed to get her out of her slavery life." "Wow, Becks, you have like a whole secret agent life goin' on," Annie said, sounding impressed. "When the heck did you even go to Rome?" "It seems like ages ago," Becky said rather evasively. "Frankly, things have been crazy of late and I almost can't keep track without a time machine." A round of laughter from her friends, and Becky heaved a sigh of relief. She didn't expect anyone to be making inquiries, but the fewer questions, the better. Nanu seemed oblivious, noshing away happily on more pub grub and seeming determined to try everything. She'd just plowed through the calamari Annie had bought for her. "Hey, everyone!" called a voice from the stage, sounding tinny over a microphone. Becky looked up and saw Shirley standing on stage, smiling at them all. "I'm dedicating this number to a new friend I met tonight, I hope she likes it! Nanu, this one's for you!" Nanu looked up at the mention of her name, right before the music began, blaring through the bar's speakers all around them. Her eyes flashed in excitement as she looked at Becky, grabbing her hands. "Zeppli! Zeppli!!!" she squeaked, bouncing up and down in her seat. "Yes, my love," Becky laughed. "Shirley is about to sing a Zeppelin song for you, and it's the one you know already." Nanu clapped and squealed some more, bouncing up and down in her seat as she watched the fat woman begin to sing. "Let me take you to the movie, Can I take you to the show, Let me be yours ever truly, Can I make your garden grow?" "Nanu, you should go up and dance," Becky suggested, bumping and gyrating in her seat. "I'm sure Shirley would love it." "Really, Mistress?" Nanu gasped, his features alight with eagerness. She'd forgotten to call her Mistress by her name, but nobody seemed to notice. "Just make sure you keep your clothes on, okay?" Becky warned, trying to sound serious, but winking at her lover. "Go have fun." Nanu was out of her seat like a shot and scrambling up onstage before she began to dance around, just like Becky had shown her. Everyone at the table hooted and cheered while Shirley laughed, still between stanzas. While Nanu bounced and wiggled around the stage, the teacher started singing again. The pneumatic effect Nanu's movement had on her body held everyone spellbound. Her jeans were snug enough to show off her amazing ass, and her Zeppelin shirt was stretched tight across her ample tits, which jiggled continuously. "From the Houses of the Holy, We can watch the white doves go, From the door comes Satan's daughter, And it only goes to show, that you know!" Becky laughed gaily as she watched, clapping along. She couldn't believe how well this was going! Nanu was having a blast, and even if she was going to be shitting herself all night because of the hot wings Steve had let her eat, it was a small price to pay to see the Egyptian girl absolutely radiant and doing what she did best, dancing. They'd have to do this more often, as long as she kept Nanu safe. Not that this bar was dangerous, of course. "There's an angel on my shoulder, In my hand a sword of gold, Let me wander in your garden, And the seeds of love I'll sow, you know!" Nanu spun and pranced around the stage, lost in the joy of her dancing. She never felt more alive than when she was dancing, even when she was fucking. Or at least very rarely, and pretty much never when she'd been a slave. This new world and new life were going to teach her so many wonderful new things! She stopped dancing for a moment, breathing heavily in excitement as she just watched Shirley sing, standing close enough to understand that she was singing into some little thing that looked like a black cock and made her voice echo all around the room. "So the world is spinning faster, Are you dizzy when you stall? Let the music be your master, Will you heed the master's ca" In her mounting excitement, Nanu had grabbed the microphone out of Shirley's hands and was now closing her eyes and singing into it with all her heart. "Ah; Wa-Oh-Gur-Oah! Or-Nyu-Wo-Ah!" The entire audience was just watching in confused and then stunned silence as Nanu wailed discordantly into the microphone, assaulting everyone's ears with the blistering noise she was making. Eventually, even the recording of the Zeppelin song was halted, and Nanu was screeching to a silent space. Realizing the music had ended, she opened her eyes and then paused, seeing everyone gaping at her. But then a group at one large table right next to the one she'd been sitting at burst into derisive laughter, jeering and mocking her, apparently imitating the sounds she'd been making, and also flailing their limbs about like they were having seizures. Their faces were screwed up, made to look like the cursed child jesters that the Roman elite kept at their courts and made fun of. They were making fun of her! "Hey, someone get the retard off the stage!" guffawed one man, still mocking her by slapping a limp hand and forearm against his chest and making the stupid face. His buddies howled with laughter as he imitated her sound again. Until he was spun in his chair and Becky's fist slammed across his jaw, snapping his head to the right and knocking him out cold. Everyone at the table went very still, not daring to move as Becky glared at them all, her blue eyes flashing menacingly. "Anyone else?" she challenged. The men all stayed silent, not daring to say a word of move a muscle. "That's what I thought," she growled, standing up now and looking down at them in contempt. "Fucking cowards." She looked over at the door and caught the attention of the bouncer on shift, an imposing guy named Jake. She tilted her head at the idiot she'd just coldcocked, and he nodded, knowing he was about to clear out that table and make them take their unconscious friend home. He'd seen Becky drop guys before, and it was always justified. If she hadn't dealt with them for mocking the screaming girl, he might have. Thankfully, it was seen to. "C'mon, honey," Becky said, walking up to the stage and removing the mic from Nanu's hands, while she just stared at her Mistress, seemingly frozen. "Shirley, take over, will you?" Shirley nodded and got another song going, beginning to sing again while Becky led Nanu back to her seat. Around the bar, things had returned to normal. Nanu still seemed silent and very out of sorts. Becky sat her down and took her hands, smiling at her. "I'm sorry, honey," she said softly, caressing the crestfallen girl's cheek. "What they did was wrong. He deserved to get punched, I promise you." Nanu looked up at her now, perplexed. "Am I; am I that awful to listen to, Mistress?" Becky apparently hesitated a split second too long, because Nanu seemed aghast at the lack of response. "I am terrible! Please, Mistress, tell me! How bad am I? Be honest." A deep breath as Becky composed her thoughts. "Truth, Nanu?" The Egyptian girl nodded nervously. "You; well, it; it sounded like a cat getting run over by a chariot with knives for wheels," Becky confessed, blushing while the other teachers looked on, having a fairly good idea what was happening, even if none of them spoke Latin. She smiled somewhat wanly. "Maybe; just stick to dancing, okay? You're so very good at that, after all;” Nanu slumped back in her chair, seemingly in disbelief, even failing to notice the table right next to them getting cleared out by the bouncer. She stared off into space for some seconds, not even noticing the other Zeppelin song that Shirley was now singing. "I'm terrible," she murmured to herself. "Cats getting murdered sounds better than me singing;” She then blinked and looked at Becky, seemingly her normal self. "Oh well. May I have more food and another beer now?" Becky laughed in relief and nodded. No trauma seemed to affect Nanu for too long. She always had food and fucking to retreat to. She ordered more hot wings, knowing Nanu felt she had even more to prove now. An hour later. "So you seemed like you had a good time, hmm?" Becky mentioned as she drove north on the Gardiner, taking them home. It was quite dark out, and she hoped against hope that Nanu wouldn't be up all night in the bathroom, or that she wanted to stay awake and fuck, because Becky had to work in the morning. "I did, Mistress," Nanu replied, nodding as she sat in her seat. She wasn't turned sideways with her face plastered to the window, watching the world race by. In fact, she was sitting rather placidly, her eyes somewhat unfocused. "And the food was all so good. And I think I'm drunk." Becky smiled. "We'll deal with that when we get home. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. Should we do it again?" "Can we?" Nanu gasped in delight, seemingly excited. "Let's do it every night!" "Not every night," laughed the blonde. "I can't afford to go out to eat and drink every night. But if you're good, maybe we'll make a treat of it once a week. There are lots of other places to try as well." "As long as assholes don't make fun of me for singing," Nanu sniffed, determined to not get over being impugned. "I hope they dumped him behind the building and people walking by just put their dicks in his mouth while he was sleeping." Becky smirked. Nanu clearly had a vengeful streak in her. Not that she blamed her, mind. Nanu had to simply watch while Becky meted out the punishment. She doubted Nanu was capable of inflicting any real damage on people who slighted her. "Do you think you can teach me to drive this beast, Mistress?" the tiny woman asked. "That's a long way off, honey," Becky replied. Hell, she doubted Nanu could see over the dashboard and reach the pedals at the same time. "Let's conquer walking properly in running shoes before moving on to wheeled death machines, shall we?" Nanu huffed and crossed her arms, looking put out. "I wouldn't run down THAT many people;” she muttered. Becky's home, half an hour later. They managed to close the front door behind them before they fell to their knees, arms wrapped around one another and kissing hungrily. They moaned as they began removing their clothes, swallowing each other's tongues. Earlier, Becky had hoped to make it through the night without any romantic interludes because she had to work tomorrow, but in the car, Nanu had started being naughty, reaching over and rubbing Becky's crotch or fondling her tits. It also didn't help when she shimmied down her jeans and began fingering her cunt, teasing Becky and nearly causing her to drift off the road more than once. A trucker had cruised by them, looking down at them from his cab. Nanu had lifted her shirt to show off her tits, as well as stroking her nether lips plainly for him to see. He'd honked his horn loudly in approval, despite the late hour. And Becky was obviously hornier than she'd been willing to admit, and she couldn't even blame it on alcohol, since she'd only had two beers and one cosmopolitan. No, she just wanted to fuck, and Nanu

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Folks, on this week's episode we hear about dolphins wearing sea sponges as hats to attract a mate, the carnivorous sea sponge found at the bottom of the ocean, a palm springs man who's identity is being used by romance scammers, how raccoons are showing early signs of domestication, and the man who played Dance Dance Revolution for 144 straight hoursBUY ELI'S NEW STAND UP ALBUM HERE: https://eliyudin.bandcamp.com/album/humble-offeringOR WATCH IT HERE: https://tinyurl.com/2wwdrpjcBecome a patron for weekly bonus eps and more stuff! :⁠⁠www.patreon.com/whatatimepod⁠⁠Check out our YouTube channel: ⁠⁠https://www.youtube.com/c/whatatimetobealive⁠⁠Get one of our t-shirts, or other merch, using this link! ⁠⁠https://whatatimepod.bigcartel.com/whatatimepod.com⁠⁠Join our Discord chat here:⁠⁠discord.gg/jx7rB7J⁠Theme music by Naughty Professor⁠: ⁠https://www.naughtyprofessormusic.com/⁠@pattymo // @kathbarbadoro // @eliyudin// @whatatimepod©2025 What A Time LLC

It's time once again to bow down to the ferocious ladies of rock! Our 8th episode in a series dedicated to women who bring the fury with style and passion. This time, we are paying tribute to the '90s and the Riot Grrrl movement of that decade. A movement all about women being empowered to express anger, rage, and frustration like never before. Piss off a man; you can fight it out and then go have a pint at the pub. Piss off a woman, and you will pay for it 10-fold. These are ladies that play loud and heavy with attitude and… balls? What's this InObscuria thing? We're a podcast that exhumes obscure Rock n' Punk n' Metal and puts them in one of 3 categories: the Lost, the Forgotten, or the Should Have Beens. These ladies bring it, and you owe to yourself to check them out! We hope we turn you on to something new!Songs this week include:Motor Dolls – “Little Brother” from Burning Memories (1996)Jucifer – “Long Live The King” from Calling All Cars On The Vegas Strip (1999)Jack Off Jill – “Swollen” from Sexless Demons And Scars (1997)Lunachicks – “Bitterness Barbie” from Jerk Of All Trades (1995)Sugarsmack – “Venus” from Tank Top City (1998)Sleater-Kinney – “Stay What You Are” from Call The Doctor (1996)7 Year Bitch – “Hip Like Junk” from Viva Zapata! (1994)Visit us: https://inobscuria.com/https://www.facebook.com/InObscuriahttps://x.com/inobscuriahttps://www.instagram.com/inobscuria/Buy cool stuff with our logo on it!: https://www.redbubble.com/people/InObscuria?asc=uCheck out Robert's amazing fire sculptures and metal workings here: http://flamewerx.com/If you'd like to check out Kevin's band THE SWEAR, take a listen on all streaming services or pick up a digital copy of their latest release here: https://theswear.bandcamp.com/If you want to hear Robert and Kevin's band from the late 90s – early 00s BIG JACK PNEUMATIC, check it out here: https://bigjackpnuematic.bandcamp.com/

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The voidminers return to the Escheresque under orders to neutralize the fearful Void Elves, but they find that their enemies' ship is of a nature they never expected - and bears power that they could never have imagined. But access to that power comes at a terrible price… Dungeons and Drama Nerds is produced by Percival Hornak and Nicholas Orvis, and this episode was co-produced, mixed, and edited by Ben Ferber. Our core ensemble are Todd Brian Backus, Jovane Caamano, Anthony Sertel Dean, Christopher Diercksen, Ben Ferber, Kory Flores, Mieko Gavia, Tess Huth, Romana Isabella, Jon Jon Johnson, CJ Linton, C. “Meaks” Meaker, Leo Mock, Dex Phan, and Tristan B. Willis.  Our game of Wythe Marschall's Stillfleet features Christopher Diercksen as Geshra Veedle, Kory Flores as Peanut, Mieko Gavia as Kyrannis, Jon Jon Johnson as Private Taps, special guest Wythe Marschall as Cherric Shaddams, and Ben Ferber as the GM. The music for this episode featured: Veinstumbling (Stillfleet Theme) by Sam Tyndall from the Stillfleet Original Soundtrack Subtle Fluid by Will Savino from the Stillfleet Original Soundtrack Tinnitus Dance by Dancefloor is Lava from La Boum 2020 Two and Three by Pat Thomas from Live at Cafe OTO 20 Minute Meditation 5 by HoliznaCC0 from Space - Sleep - Meditation Living in the Dark by Myuu If you'd like to help us continue exploring the intersections of theatre and tabletop roleplaying games, consider leaving us a review on your podcast app of choice or supporting us - and getting access to our patron-only bonus content - at patreon.com/dungeonsanddramanerds. You can find our social media and website links, including our cast bios, at the linktree in our show notes. And be sure to tune in soon for another episode of Dungeons and Drama Nerds!

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We're in New York City for the marathon weekend, and it was chaotic from the moment we arrived. Our first day involved navigating a disgusting NJ Transit (complete with a bucket of marinara on the floor) and heading straight to the formal Katherine Switzer Awards. We felt incredibly awkward and uncomfortable in our dress clothes, which leads into Erin's clothing nightmare, involving an intimidating J.Crew employee named Judy who yelled at her for picking oversized clothes and shoes that were accidentally mailed to the wrong state. Erin interviews Peloton's Rebecca Kennedy, who surprised her by knowing who she was and shared her most embarrassing story. On marathon day, we braved the subway, complained about the terrible new "rat piss tracking app" , and got a surprise visit from Dan and the kids , who rated NYC a "1 out of 10". We also decided to hand out pizza again, even after discovering another group allegedly stole our idea. Getting four pies to mile 25 was a "war zone" that required us to scale walls and hike through the woods. Our friend "Chick-fil-A Josh" saved us by finding a secret tunnel and a new spot where we ran out of all four boxes in 15 minutes. We finish the night at the finish line cheering on the last runners.

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I vårt mest makalösa avsnitt hittills inleder vi en serie i tre delar där vi går igenom stridsvagnens historia. I detta avsnitt beskriver vi vagnen under vk1, vilket typ är som att beskriva maskinens lol:iga bitar. Per inleder med episk radioteater om det första pansaranfallet, följer upp med att ta heder och ära av de brittiska vagnarna (PISS!) och avslutar med att prisa de franska (ÄRA!). Mattis går å sin sida igenom den i vk1-sammanhang obligatoriska tillika glada experimentlustan, plus de tyska A7V-vagnarna (inte minst deras töntiga, töntiga namn). Dessutom: Per och Mattis tillbringar flera sekunder åt att göra animeljud, ”rullande krematorier”, FT-17 FTW, Österrike-Ungern vet sitt eget bästa, symaskinsmotorer framför 40 ton, Per och åtta polare i en bastu, Bengt Volvo, och mycket mer! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Linktree: ⁠https://linktr.ee/Analytic⁠Join The Normandy For Additional Bonus Audio And Visual Content For All Things Nme+! Join Here: ⁠https://ow.ly/msoH50WCu0K⁠Dive into Segment on Notorious Mass Effect with Analytic Dreamz as he unpacks Joji's highly anticipated fourth studio album, Piss In The Wind, dropping February 6, 2026 via Palace Creek and Virgin Music Group. Announced November 4, 2025, this 21-track, ~2-hour project fuses melancholic lo-fi roots with experimental R&B, trap, and hyperpop edges. Lead single “PIXELATED KISSES” (Oct 14) hit #38 Billboard Hot 100 with tens of millions of streams, while “If It Only Gets Better” (Nov 4) channels YEAH RIGHT-era visuals. Star features include Yeat's trap energy, Don Toliver's melodic flow, GIVĒON's baritone depth, and 4batz's hazy R&B. Producers BNYX®, Kenny Beats, and Dylan Brady craft gritty, atmospheric soundscapes blending Nectar lushness with SMITHEREENS isolation. Pre-order limited prism/ruby vinyl, CDs, cassettes, and signed merch at jojimusic.com. Early buzz on Reddit, X (#PissInTheWind trending), Billboard, and NME hails Joji's creative rebirth. Analytic Dreamz breaks down track teases, Genius leaks, and fan theories—don't miss this deep dive into Joji's bold evolution. Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/analytic-dreamz-notorious-mass-effect/donationsAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

As family members panic without word from teens Vincent and Shelly, Vincent’s father heads out to search for the kids. Meanwhile, a local private investigator gets involved in the case 40-plus years later and starts stirring up the hornet’s nest, creating a groundswell of new information. Phelps steps into the fray to sort fact from fiction—before discovering things aren’t always what they seem. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Welcome back to On The Piss. Our weekly show where we sit down, have a beer and talk shit for an hour.Tune in to hear our official statement surrounding the BREAKING NEWS involving the Caxton Hotel. Clutz explains his thinking behind his Tiktok diagnosis as well... Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

I hope you find this short solo episode useful, interesting, and maybe amusing!Feel free to email me with your 3 — or 6 — things also, at lucy@lucywyldecoaching.comIn this episode I speak about the below and more:'complaining' and why it can sometimes be helpful to be honest and own how we feelspiritual bypassing and gaslighting (in the face of real and systemic issues)the places I 'go' to find hope, love and repair when I need itThemes: matrescence, motherhood, healing, dance, natureI mention my former coach Rebecca Antonucci.At the end, I share a poem of my own.Did you enjoy this episode? If so, I would really appreciate it if you could please leave a review on the platform that you listen. For more insights and to contact me you can find me on Instagram, and/or on my website: www.lucywyldecoaching.com

Mike, Manny and Dan return to talk Vladar vs Ersson, the Bernie mask, journalism around the Flyers hasn't changed, Sanheim's NHL commercial, Flyers/Sabres trade rumors, winter yard care, Crabby Dicks restaurant, more!

Welcome back to On The Piss. Our weekly show where we sit down, have a beer and talk shit for an hour.Another trip to Sydney for the Finska National Championships! This week we are joined by our good mate Fairway Papi who is taking the beer drinking content game by storm. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Manchester United are back baby.  Rest in Piss the bad times 2013-2025. This is definitely a REAL dawn as Ruben Amorin beat their bogey team Brighton 4-2 at home to make 3 consecutive wins in the Premier League for Man United. What next for The Red Devils and, more importantly, what happens to that guy when he cuts his hair? Smart money is on a sharp veer into the far right.Liverpool continue to slide down the table as Brentford's long throws and pressure cooker tactics consigned Liverpool to another defeat in the Premier League. I explore the two questions that persist about Mohamaed Salah and Florian Wirtz. Can they play together, and if not, who should be dropped? The man who needs to make this decision is Arne Slot, who seems unable to reconcile with the fact that teams have changed their tactics this year when facing the champions.The classico between Real Madrid vs Barcelona had all the elements of one of the great games between these two clubs. A galaxy of stars for real madrid vs a team of uber talented La Masia teens and 5'8 and below men (Except for on loan Marcus Rashford) for Barcelona, Plenty of goals red card,s and pr,e pos,t and during the match shithousery from both sides. I recall this game via YouTube short highlights and place both sides in one of three categories of humbleness.Support the showWant to support us and also get some sweet bonus exclusive pods? Head to patreon.com/nononsensepod where you can get access to:* Weekly Bonus Episodes! Midweek games, European games, it's all there folks!* A 20+ episode mini-pod called After The Nonsense where we chat everything except football* A full archive of all our bonus content in one handy to find spot!____Retro Kits!Want a retro kit to show off your ball knowledge. Use this link and support the show!Disclaimer: This post contains affiliate links. If you make a purchase, I may receive a commission at no extra cost to youhttps://www.classicfootballshirts.co.uk/?ref=nwuyn2q&cid=

In dieser Folge von Short Night erfahrt ihr, wie ein Papierflieger Lena den letzten Nerv raubt und sie kurz davor war, einer Frau ins Auto zu spucken. Mit welchem Trick David künftig nervigen Nachbarn einen nassen Gruß ins Haus schickt – und warum er jetzt ein Gooner ist. All das, die neuesten Short News und wieso Lenny kurz vor seinem ersten Geburtstag unseren Geduldsfaden strapaziert, erfahrt ihr in dieser Folge von Short Night.. Instagram: @lenameckel / @davidhelmut

Chris From Brooklyn is back at it again talking about stuff when Josie Marcellino rudely interupts to talk about her fascination with girl on girl water sports, how she's still somehow too good for Natty Ice, Harrington doing some filthy things in the past on SDR, which NYC mayoral candidate she's most want to be peed on by and more before she leaves and the boys can get down to business like figuring out the best way to make 10K easy, a new business that they will for sure start and not forget about as long as you guys buy the domains, the current PM of England covering for a notorious UK pedophile earlier in his career and so much more! Record Date: 10/23 /25WATCH CHRIS' NEW "NOT SPECIAL" HEREhttps://www.youtube.com/@HighSocietyRadioPodcastSUPPORT OUR SPONSORhttps://xbar.com/ - Get JACKED with an X Bar!FatDickHotChocolate.net - Get a fat dick by drinking chocolate!Email Your Ask The Goon Questions to: askthegoon@gmail.comFollow the host on socialChris From Brooklyn Twitter https://twitter.com/ChrisFromBklynHigh Society Radio Instagram https://www.instagram.com/highsocietyradioHigh Society Radio YouTube http://bit.ly/HSRYoutubeHigh Society Radio Twitter https://twitter.com/HSRadioshowWebsite https://gasdigital.comMike Harrington Twitter https://twitter.com/TheMHarringtonMike Harrington Instagram https://www.instagram.com/themharrington/Notes Of A Goon is a weekly podcast where Goon of note, Chris from BK sits down and yells about childhood trauma, how he'd fix the whole damn country, and all sorts of other bullshit. All while splitting a six pack with you the listener. Chris is joined by his stalwart producer and homeless weirdo Mike Harrington on this journey of self reflection and yelling. There's lots of yelling.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Elvis stone patter; Taylor Swift's deadly laser beam; Travis Kelce rock; hate watching other marriage; potato skin fire betting on Fan Duel; Golden Doodles; plus sex next door sounds!Unlock the BONUS SCENE(S) at improv4humans.com and gain access to every episode of i4h, all ad-free, as well as TONS of exclusive new podcasts delving deeper into improv, the history of comedy, music and sci-fi.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Welcome back to On The Piss. Our weekly show where we sit down, have a beer and talk shit for an hour.Clutzy is fired up after a big few days down in Sydney for a photoshoot. We also received one of the longest pisses of all time this week.... Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Clancy Overell and Wendell Hussey wrap up all the biggest stories from the week - live from the Desert Rock FM studio in downtown Betoota. Subscribe to the Betoota Newsletter HERE Betoota on Instagram Betoota on TikTokSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Lucas blir nekad på krogen i Stockholm, Calle har blivit nerpissad och Jonas ska testa knarkhonung! Det nystas även i pyramidmysterium och så laddar vi upp inför våra 72-timmars utmaningar! Lyssna på Mellan Himmel och Jord med JLC, helt utan reklam, på Podme. Signa upp dig på podme.com - de första 14 dagarna är gratis. Ladda sedan ner Podme-appen i Appstore eller Google Play.

What's up and Welcome Back to the Something's Bruin Podcast! On today's episode, Mel is M.I.A. as he ventures the European wilderness. Sully is joined by Low Quality Bruins Fan aka Ian from the Short Shift Podcast as they discuss the early goings of the season. They discuss the hot start, Sturm's structure, the pros and cons of his system, prospects, sustainability, lineup/roster changes, goaltending and much much more!If you've enjoyed the show, please consider leaving a review and feel free to comment on the episodes in Spotify's comment section!

Welcome back to On The Piss. Our weekly show where we sit down, have a beer and talk shit for an hour.Young Matty joins us again as he's got the day off. Today we cover off weird pet names, sniffing undies and fart compilations. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Well, gang... There's a biiig announcement at the beginning of this pod. You may want to pull over if you're driving.... Listen in to the first 10 minutes or so to hear the news! We love you all!This week we have Bec and James from Delivery on the pod ahead of our national tour together which kicks off this weekend in BRISBANE . We talk tour life, flight disasters, bruised ribs, and brand deals gone weird. We reminisce about some of our favourite moments from the season, dig into the chaos of travelling as a band, swap injury stories, and get a bit sentimental about what's next. There's laughter, improv, Pumas, and almost even few tears — classic pod 10/10. Shout outs @delivery_lyfMake sure you grab a ticket to our Aus tour in October: https://tnsw.co/tourOur new album GODSPEED is out Nov 28 — pre-order your copy: https://tnsw.co/godspeedpreorderTickets for WE DID 500 EPISODES OF WHAT A GREAT PUNK AND ALL WE GOT WAS THIS LOUSY TAX DEBT – SEASON 1 FINALE TOUR – ARE ON SALE NOW EXCLUSIVELY VIA OUR PATREON!For weekly bonus episodes and to support the pod up to our Patreon — it's only 5 bucks a month, but it's still 5 bucks!: https://patreon.com/whatagreatpunkJoin us all in the TNSW Discord community chat:https://tnsw.co/discordWatch our Comedy Central mockumentary series and TNSW Tonight! on YouTube:https://youtube.com/thesenewsouthwhalesTNSW on Spotify:https://open.spotify.com/artist/0srVTNI2U8J7vytCTprEk4?si=e9ibyNpiT2SDegTnJV_6Qg&dl_branch=1TNSW: @thesenewsouthwhalessJamie: @mossylovesyouTodd: @mrtoddandrewshttps://patreon.com/whatagreatpunkhttps://thesenewsouthwhales.comShout-outs to the Honorary Punks of the Pod:Harry WalkomHugh FlassmanZac Arden BrimsClaireJimi KendallLachy TanDerrotonin69Adjoa SamPatrik Sivák

The Idiots go over the entire pee spectrum and Ted realizes he's not on it.  Ted uses the emergency room as an emergency plan to escape doggie fashion shows.  Mark's movie mention puts the fear of DeNiro in everyone.

Welcome back to On The Piss. Our weekly show where we sit down, have a beer and talk shit for an hour.After a MASSIVE Golf Day, the boys found themselves without a key for their Air BnB... Who could it have been? Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Mike Egan joins the Blacklisted Podcast again to chat with Kyle about how to prep for the Crossfit season, and some of the new changes taking place. 

Sometimes the best seshes are the ones that wander. This week it's just Brandon and Jesse at home, sparking up and letting the conversation roll from favorite devices to wild movies, politics, work stress, and gratitude. Think of it like hanging out with your funniest stoner friends—no script, just smoke and flow.What's inside this sesh:Our ride-or-die dab rigs and why they're game changersCougar Piss, OG Diesel, and other strains that set the moodHigh talk on Congress, cannabis stigma, and the “friendship economy”Movie tangents from The Running Man to Scarface to The Witcher dramaRolling joints like an art form (and Brandon's mouse-milking metaphor)Big thoughts on AI, power grids, PPP loan scams, and why gratitude still winsIt's equal parts smoke, laughter, and real talk—the kind of sesh you wish you could crash.Save on Dr Dabber with Code: Cannabisschool10Save on Storz & Bickel with Code : CannabisschoolSave on Santa Cruz Shredder with Code: CSP10Save on Bomb Erigs with Code: CSPHow do I pass my Drug Test?  Save 25% with code cannabisschool25

We're back for SPOOPTOBER 2025 and this time we've brought along our friend, Armand (THE CINEDICATE) to talk about a little movie we mentioned during our FIRST SPOOPTOBER, Brian de Palma's horror musical PHANTOM OF THE PARADISE.Part ROCKY HORROR, part auteur art film, and part Faustian horror, PHANTOM combines the talents of de Palma's vision, actor and composer Paul Williams' musical talents, and a fearless cast including SUSPIRIA's Jessica Harper for an incomparable movie experience perfect to watch this Halloween season.Be sure to follow Armand on THE CINEDICATE: Film & TV Podcast here:Check out Brit's collab on CINEDICATE here: Next week we're covering one of Brit's favorite Halloween movies: LADY IN WHITE.Stay spoopy ya'll!Timestamps:00:00:49 Intro00:02:26 Hellos 00:07:45 Faust, Dorian Gray, Phantom of the Opera, and Frankenstein00:10:27 What came first: Rocky Horror or Phantom of the Paradise?00:13:10 How the hell did we get this cast? (MINOR SPOILERS)00:32:07 The Real Life Horrors of Phil Spector (Rest in Piss)00:40:16 Literary and Musical Inspirations 00:55:37 Rundown/SPOILERS BEGIN01:36:21 The Impact of PHANTOM on modern films01:38:31 Ratings01:41:27 CINEDICATE Updates/Upcoming REDACTED ENTERTAINMENT News01:45:03 Brit's Pick : LADY IN WHITE01:52:19 GoodbyesThe Grindhouse Girls Podcast is created by Katie Dale and Brit Ray. This week's episode is edited by Katie Dale.Part of the Redacted Entertainment Network.Royalty free music used: Ready Set Go and Outro White SmokeCopyright 2020 Grindhouse Girls PodcastThis podcast uses the following third-party services for analysis: Podcorn - https://podcorn.com/privacy

Sarah and JVL talk about big-tent liberalism—who's in and who's out of the l-word tent. JVL goes on a riff on Henry Kissinger, which you are absolutely going to HATE. And then we get the main event: JVL doesn't think [gestures broadly] all this is fixable. Sarah has a plan to fix it.  Who's right?

Cougar Piss is as bold as its name. This BeeLine × Beehive Farmacy drop came in loud with citrus-skunk funk on the nose and a bright, energetic high that had us buzzing like we just downed an espresso shot. This isn't couch weed — it's daytime fuel.Lineage: Gelato 42 × Sunset Sherbet × LemonadeType: SativaTotal THC: 19.93%Cannabinoids (mg/g):• THCA-A: 216.07 | Δ9-THC: 9.86 | THCV-A: 0.82• CBGA: 10.73 | CBDA: 0.63 | CBG: 1.48 | CBCA: 2.01 | CBC: 0.13β-Caryophyllene: 5.95 mg/g (spicy, peppery kick)Limonene: 2.88 mg/g (zesty citrus pop)Humulene: 2.01 mg/g (earthy, herbal balance)Myrcene: 1.85 mg/g (mellow, grounding)Linalool: 0.89 mg/g (floral calm)Plus pinene, terpineol, α-bisabolol and more in the mixEnergetic, happy, creative, focused, inspired. This batch had us riffing hard, diving into flow states, and laughing at random tangents instead of sinking into the couch. A little body ease shows up, but the star here is the heady lift and focus. Perfect for cleaning up, making art, or knocking out a project you've been putting off.Citrus and sour tropicals up front, funky skunk underneath, with that sharp ammonia-like edge that gave Cougar Piss its name. Vaped low-temp, the lemon really shines; torched in a bowl, the funk takes over.What you'll hear in this episode:• Full breakdown of Cougar Piss from Beeline in Utah — cannabinoids, terps, and why this batch rips• How the citrus-skunk flavor shifts depending on temp• The difference between energized hyperfocus and just being “too high to sit still”• Why this strain sits at the top of our daytime arsenalCougar Piss proves that a wild name can still back it up with serious science — and one of the cleanest, most inspiring highs we've had in a while.Check out Cougar pissSave on Storz & Bickel with Code : CannabisschoolSave on Santa Cruz Shredder with Code: CSP10Save on Bomb Erigs with Code: CSPHow do I pass my Drug Test?  Save 25% with code cannabisschool25

This week we're talking about self-preservation as a survival strategy. Ashley shares how she stays grounded in an increasingly chaotic world, the ways she works through big feelings without letting them take over, and the number one practice that keeps her sane. TVT: Fall TV We're Hype For High Potential Doc Matlock Reasonable Doubt All's Fair 911: Nashville Get access to mentorship at mentor-me.org 

The World’s Greatest Surfing Nation brings you Ain’t That Swell LIVE from a black-mould attic in the Byron Industrial estate. Smivvy and Deadly unpack surfing’s latest and greatest freak show (Code Red, Eimeo, Myers, Rambouts); declare Australia’s undisputed, inter-dimensional wave riding dominance; celebrate the fashion icon that is Gabriel Medina; rate the super big and super weird films that have dropped; answer Swellian Questions and much more. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Support the show and get 15% off your first order of TLS Mocktail Magic with code "BAD15" at https://truelifespirits.com/discount/Bad15 #coltondowling and #DylanCarlino w/ #ChadDaniels Go watch Waitresses: Episode 1 - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i8ZE7IwHpeU&t=124s Episode 2 - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7XlmD8WFQhY&t=11s Chapters: 0:00 Cold open 1:38 New York vs. Barcelona/Italy 5:00 Traveling with a dog 7:39 “We need trans boyfriends” 8:54 “Do straight people question their sexuality?” 12:59 Oral vs. body count 18:12 Piss-kink 22:02 First hookup safety for a 21-yo who “looks 16” 26:00 Dating in your 50s & fear of aging alone 28:45 Hookup culture: curate or spiral 33:38 Dating at work (don't), comics & boundaries 37:22 Ad read: TLS Mocktail Magic (THC mocktail) 39:18 Guest segment start: Chad Daniels 41:00 Airplane-boner science 46:31 Michigan doctor conviction 49:42 Lottery fantasies & family chaos 52:01 Estranged dad saga 57:11  Grandpa 1:00:16 Raising kids opposite of his father 1:03:01 Crime roles we'd play 1:04:05 Brad Pitt  1:07:47 Patreon teaser & sign-off subscribe here and follow the show: YouTube - https://www.youtube.com/@someofthisisbad Spotify - https://open.spotify.com/show/0rIdFG1tD5NPDm9bwgd0B5 Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/someofthisisbad/ TikTok - https://www.tiktok.com/@someofthisisbad Patreon - https://patreon.com/SomeofThisisBad Follow Chad Daniels: YouTube - https://www.youtube.com/@thatchaddaniels Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/thatchaddaniels/ Follow Dylan Carlino: Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/dylanpcarlino/ TikTok - https://www.tiktok.com/@dylanpcarlino TOUR - https://punchup.live/dylancarlino Follow Colton: Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/coltondowling/ Twitter - https://twitter.com/colton_dowling TikTok - https://www.tiktok.com/@coltondowling

Freak of the Week is here! A series within a series within a series where we pluck a handful of freaks out of bizarre history, weird news, dark corners of the internet and beyond — then pit them against each other to see who truly deserves the crown: Freak of the Week.This week we have a woman who takes golden showers to the extreme, a woman who gave birth to a rabbit and a woman suffering from a terrible curse.For even Freakier podcasts join the Mind Popper's Patreon! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Sidetracked Socials: https://www.instagram.com/thesidetracked.podcast/ https://www.tiktok.com/@thesidetracked.podcast Listen to SIdetracked here: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/sidetracked-podcast/id1710039593 https://open.spotify.com/show/1FkUEPEXY8WDKUdcF357zr?si=025380ecaede4b0d9 Andrew: https://www.instagram.com/andrewtmi/?hl=en https://www.tiktok.com/@andrewtmi https://www.youtube.com/@AndrewTMI

Warning: today's episode might just piss you off. It's to be expected, all right? I am called the Trigger Queen, after all. (If you're new here, just know: it's all said with love.) Buckle up, because today, I've got some fucking brutal truth bombs to drop about anxious attachment. If you're someone who anxiously attaches, at least a couple of these are probably going to make you fucking furious. But you know what? Fucking good.  Sometimes we need a good shakeup to get our heads out of our asses and actually start shifting things. The reality is, the patterns that you're running through right now are keeping you stuck. And until something brings you to your fucking senses, you're just going to keep running on that hamster wheel of heartbreak and dating the same damn person in a different outfit. And coming from someone who's been there…if you can actually let these land, they're going to change how you do love forever.   WORK WITH MICHELLE:  These aren't just retreats. These are where we turn your inner chaos into GOLD. Sign up for THE AWAKENING RETREATS now before they sell out: https://michellepanning.com/awakening  Sign up for THE EXPERIENCE, an exclusive 12-month mentorship experience where you go all in on YOU (aka, you get direct access to me as a mentor, access to every offer I run over your year, and MORE): https://michellepanning.com/the-experience Join THE CONNECTED WOMAN, a shadow work course for the woman who is ready to break free from the anxious/avoidant dance in relationships and step into unfuckwithable confidence, security, and self-worth: https://michellepanning.com/the-connected-woman   CONNECT WITH MICHELLE: Instagram: http://www.instagram.com/michellepanning Website: http://www.michellepanning.com  

On this week's episode, Nathan and Riley are joined by two popular political streamers, MikeFromPA and Denims, to discuss how the far-right social media landscape created and ultimately destroyed Charlie Kirk. How do content creation ecosystems on the right and left differ, and why does the political right uplift – and fund – extreme voices like Kirk while the political left distances itself from outspokenly leftist figures like Hasan Piker, despite their success? Why is mainstream media trying to convince us that we should feel bad that someone who spent their life regularly advocating for violence against marginalized groups met a violent end? And how, generally, can we combat a right-wing online apparatus rooted in bad faith, that will condemn violence out of one side of its mouth and then cry for vengeance from the other? And finally, the most important (listener-submitted) question: Should the United States break up?Credits- Hosts: Nathan Grayson, Riley MacLeod, & special guests MikeFromPA and Denims- Podcast Production & Ads: Multitude- Subscribe to Aftermath!About The ShowAftermath Hours is the flagship podcast of Aftermath, a worker-owned, subscription-based website covering video games, the internet, and everything that comes after from journalists who previously worked at Kotaku, Vice, and The Washington Post. Each week, games journalism veterans Luke Plunkett, Nathan Grayson, Chris Person, Riley MacLeod, and Gita Jackson – though not always all at once, because that's too many people for a podcast – break down video game news, Remember Some Games, and learn about Chris' frankly incredible number of special interests. Sometimes we even bring on guests from both inside and outside the video game industry! I don't know what else to tell you; it's a great time. Simply by reading this description, you're already wasting time that you could be spending listening to the show. Head to aftermath.site for more info. See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

this episode , I finish out the Dead Rockstars stories and Chris Capelle calls in with a Billy Idol/Joan Jett show review […] The post It's Raining Bottles of Piss on Justin Timberlake! – Rock and Roll Geek Show 1432 first appeared on The Rock and Roll Geek Show.

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Another school shooting. More American children gunned down. And neither side, neither the left nor the right, no matter how well intentioned many of them are, are prepared to deal with the hard truths we must deal with if we want to actually try to stop these mass shootings in America from happening. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Are you letting someone else control your mood? In this episode, I share one of my favorite mental strategies—“Don't let anyone piss on your picnic.” I'll show you how to stop outsourcing your emotions, reclaim your power, and decide who you want to be every single day—no matter what life throws at you. If you're ready to completely transform your mindset, habits, and life, I'm launching something powerful — and I want you to be part of it. I'll be coaching and guiding a small group of people to their next level. Join the waitlist now at http://coachwithrob.com    The Mindset Mentor™ podcast is designed for anyone desiring motivation, direction, and focus in life. Past guests of The Mindset Mentor include Tony Robbins, Matthew McConaughey, Jay Shetty, Andrew Huberman, Lewis Howes, Gregg Braden, Rich Roll and Dr Steven Gundry.   Here are some useful links for you…  If you want access to a multitude of life advice, self development tips, and exclusive content daily that will help you improve your life, then you can follow me around the web at these links here: Instagram  TikTok Facebook Youtube