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Miracle On Route 34: Part 1 Ginny gets a wonderful Christmas surprise. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Author's Notes: Someone asked me to write a funny and erotic Christmas tale, but since I can't be normal, it is taking on a radical twist that I hope people will find amusing. I've tried to make Santa awesome but also give him some flaws that the ladies will find both charming and irksome all at once. I wasn't going to call it anything lame like 'Here Cums Santa Claus' (in spite of my love of Elvis) so I eventually settled on ripping off a classic and beloved Christmas movie, naming it 'Miracle On Rural Road 34'. Couldn't help myself with the 'Yes, Virginia' quip, of course. As for Superman, Oatmeal and the Easter Bunny, well, get used to more groaners like that, because I like them. Merry ho-ho and keep your stick on the ice! , Management Chapter 1. Ginny Hale sighed forlornly as she sat on her chesterfield in the dim room, the only light provided by the crackling fireplace and some scented candles spread around to make the house smell like gingerbread. She'd made gingerbread cookies earlier, but they were predictably burnt and now her kitchen smelled like a Christmas elf's ass. She took another sip of red wine from her oversized glass, unable to decide who or what to be mad at, the weather, for bringing this god-awful blizzard on Christmas Eve, her so-called friends for ditching her after she'd gone to all this work to put together a nice party, or herself for going crazy and buying this (admittedly nice) chateau way out here in the boondocks. Still relatively new to her negotiator position, Ginny had landed a huge deal for the company she worked for and the payout bonus was one of the biggest ever seen in-house. Though she had an office, she had often worked from her cramped apartment downtown, where a glorious chaos only she understood reigned. But the payout had been large enough for her to purchase a very pretty home in the country, not more than ninety minutes from work. Her boss was so pleased with the deal that he said she only had to come in once a week, to pick up whatever she needed to work on. It had seemed like a great idea at the time, but now she found she was quite lonely. Few people were will to put forth the effort to come out and visit her. In fact, only three had since the summer when she bought it. Hell, even her boy-toy, Chad from Accounting, could not be bothered and was now just fucking Lily in the secretary pool instead. Bing Crosby was singing 'White Christmas' to her while she moped. The big bay windows to her back porch showed the fury of the storm outside. Driving snow had been battering the countryside for two days now and her boss had called her to just stay safe and not try to come into the city. He was a nice old man and she liked him. He'd actually taken a chance and given her the job, after she'd fucked him. She hadn't invited him to her little soiree, because his miserable old bat of a wife was hovering around him constantly these days, certain he'd been tipping on her. But even without Old Man Reese, she'd invited upward of twenty people and none of them had shown. Not even Claire, her best supposed friend, had made it out. She was probably too busy being pinned and screwed by her boyfriend anyway, Guido or Nunzio or whatever his name was. Dean Martin came on, singing 'Marshmallow World'. Normally this was one of her favorites, but tonight it just reminded her that she was alone for Christmas. Again. With another sigh, she drank the rest of the wine in her glass and reached for the bottle, turning it over. It was empty. Damn. She'd have to open another one. She walked slowly into the kitchen, wearing her ratty old fox-themed footie pajamas, having decided that if she didn't have to dress up for anyone, she was dressing at all. She took a deep drink of spiked egg nog from the jug of it she'd prepared while she found another bottle of zinfandel and burped very loudly. She wrestled the cork off of the bottle and poured most of the contents into her oversized glass, muttering that she didn't have to answer to anyone about what she did, she was a big girl. She slumped back down on the couch while John Lennon asked her what she'd done for Christmas from the stereo system. "Up yours, John;" she said testily as she drank more wine. She stood unsteadily, blinking for a moment to try and clear her head. She might have had a bit of a wine fog going on, since she'd nearly polished off two bottles of Old Vine Zinfandel in under two hours. Convincing herself that walking was not a bad idea, she tottered over to the bay windows, reaching a hand out in front of herself to make sure it encountered the glass before her face did. "Will you look at that shit out there;" she muttered to no one in particular. After all, there was no one around to hear her. Well, almost no one. "Hi, Oatmeal," she said sweetly, grinning lopsidedly at the bearded dragon that sat in a terrarium near the bay doors. "Looks like you're my Christmas date; again;" The tiny lizard said nothing but assumed a darker shade of purplish brown. "Same to you too, bugface." Ginny muttered sourly, annoyed at being spurned by a reptile with a brain smaller than a sugared peanut. She lumbered back to the kitchen, trying unsuccessfully to eat several pieces of the Turkish Delight she'd tried to make, but they were sticky and runny, most of the reddish-pink mess ending up stuck to the front of her pajamas. "Son of a fucking reindeer!" she spat, attempting to remove the pajamas, her sticky fingers having trouble with the zipper. She finally kicked the thing off and left it in a corner of the kitchen, now wearing nothing except her panties and a halter top. She stomped back into the spacious living room, thoroughly annoyed. While the music played, she looked around for something to do, taking another pull from the egg nog jug she'd brought with her. The hot tub. It sat near the bay windows, set into the floor and was large enough for five or six people. She'd been hoping that maybe a few people of the dozens she'd invited would show and maybe they could have a fun pool party. She'd even told everyone in the invitations to bring their swimsuits. But of course, no one showed. She was beginning to suspect she could live in Buckingham Fucking Palace and still no one would come to see her. This was, literally, the fifth Christmas she'd spent by herself. The timing for friends never worked out and her parents were always off in Monaco or some such place, avoiding the weather. Her mom had already called earlier that night, so she wouldn't hear any more from them for a few days now. She sighed yet again and pulled off her underthings, stepping into the water. She was drunker than she wanted to admit, though, missing her footing, squealing and tumbling into the tub with a splash. Ginny came to the surface, sputtering and hissing in outrage. Why couldn't anything work out? Oatmeal just stared at her impassively. "You win this time, gravity;" she growled, displeased with her inelegant entrance. Well, at least she'd been smart enough to put down the jug of nog before trying to get in. She turned on the jets and retrieved her beverage, taking another big pull as the tub rumbled to life. Ginny laid back her head against one of the padded rests and tried to relax, to let her frustrations go. She turned on the jets and allowed one to massage her lower back while sipping at a glass of wine. She tried to put the frustrations of the holiday behind her, to let go of the feelings of rejection and somehow not belonging. "Why did I but this new fucking home if no one was interested in visiting? Everyone said they thought it was so great, but months later, still no visitors. Do I really not matter that much?" It annoyed her to think not only that she was alone, but that doubtless most of the people who had ditched her were at home getting laid. Claire was doubtless face down and ass up on her bed, getting plowed from behind by Guido. Even Mr. Reese, the old geezer, was probably getting some, either from his wife or maybe one of his secretaries. She sighed heavily and sat up, putting her now-empty wine glass aside and deciding that just because she was alone on Christmas Eve didn't mean she wasn't owed at least one good orgasm. She leaned forward and rested her forearms on the padded edge of the hot tub, positioning herself so that one of her jets, the one she'd named 'Juan', was right behind her. She felt the flow of water begin to caress her and she rested her head on her forearms as she wiggled further back, feeling the jet more strongly now as it pushed against her ass and her cunt. With a sigh, she found the perfect distance and pressed her face down into her arms, letting Juan work his magic. Water pressure massaged her cunt lips, strong enough to part them and to tease her clit, sending thrills through her. She shuddered and sighed loudly, forgetting, for now, how much men sucked. She bit the knuckle of her index finger, lost in reverie. God, if only it were a man fucking her. "Alone; on fucking Christmas; where's, ah!, where's the justice in that?" She was sweating now and panting as the relentless jets battered her nether tinglies, the sensations overwhelming her steadily. She clenched her teeth and her fists, straining as she fought to hold on a little longer. She moaned very loudly, her whole body shaking as Juan delivered a wonderful orgasm. She panted and groaned shamelessly, knowing that no one was around to see her in her pent-up, frustrated lust, expending it on her Jacuzzi jets. The scintillating lights behind her eyes, however, were over all too quickly and the climax subsided, replaced by a juddering sensitivity that made Juan's caress too much to bear. She collapsed against the edge of the hot tub, moving her ass away from the jet. "Alone; again;" She may have needed the orgasm, but it did nothing to improve her mood. It didn't help that the song 'This Christmas' by Shoes had begun playing as the cumming ended. When it finally felt like her legs would work again, she turned around and slumped into a corner of the tub, as far from Juan as possible. Ginny stayed still for some time, until her feet and fingers felt that annoying level of pruny that made everything awful to touch. With the heat of the water and all the alcohol she'd drunk, she was feeling rather light-headed, so she turned off the stereo and shut off the lights. She found a plate of her fucked-up and burnt gingerbread cookies and left them on a table near the fireplace along with the jug of nog before beginning to head upstairs to bed. "Yeah. Fuck this day. And fuck tomorrow too. Maybe if I stay drunk enough it'll just fly by. Fuck Christmas." The second floor was an open space in the middle, looking down onto the main floor. A set of stairs led up on either side and the bedrooms were spaced around the gallery. She'd loved the design when she bought it, but this only increased her frustration when no one ever came to visit. "Gorgeous fucking house; ten acres of beautiful nature filled with deer and ugly-ass wild turkeys; a fucking pond people could skate on; shit, I even found a patch of landrace back there! What's not to love about my new home? Why aren't people shitting themselves in jealousy?" She reached the master bedroom, sighing at how big it felt since she had no one to share it with. She stood in front of the mirror, looking at her naked body and sighing. She was trim and fit, with nicely-sized boobs, she kept her cunt shaved smooth and her full lips were simply made to suck cock. Her skin was fair and even and her dark brown hair was long enough to pull on if you were fucking her ass or taking her from behind. So what the hell was wrong? The bed was certainly big enough for two (or maybe her and two guys who didn't mind getting close), but she plunked herself down into it and stared at the ceiling, waiting for the room to stop drunk-spinning. It took longer than she wanted it to, but things finally slowed down an she breathed deeply. She reached over with her hand and fumbled around inside the drawer of the nightstand. She finally withdrew an elegant glass dildo, a barely opaque white with bright red stripes curling around it to simulate a candy cane. It had been a Christmas gift from Claire, who had jokingly given it to her until she found a man for herself. That bitch. "Well, Frosty," she sighed, examining him. "Looks like it's you and me tomorrow. I promise to not get out of bed except to go to the bathroom or get more booze, okay? Because I'm here for you;" And with that she kissed the dildo and put it aside. She turned out her lamp and sighed deeply as she lay in the dark, waiting for sleep to take her. "Fuck Christmas;" A noise from downstairs. Her eyes snapped open. She was sure she'd heard something. Her heart pounded in her chest. She took deep breaths to try and calm herself, reasoning that she'd been drunk and it might just be hangover noises. Maybe just something like branches scraping on the roof or across the walls? Ginny felt a flush of anger and slowly rose, getting out of bed and putting on a plush yellow robe. There were definitely sounds downstairs. She grabbed her rape whistle and her high-school field hockey stick off the wall before quietly opening the door and proceeding out of the room. Her cheeks flushed with fear and anger. How dare someone invade her house? And in this fucking weather! "Burglars? Ruffians? Escaped cons?" "Well, at least if they see you they might have their way with you and break your dry spell." She shook the vile notion from her head, wondering where the hell that'd come from. Could she be that desperate to get laid? Ginny walked as quietly as she could, hearing noises on the roof. Raccoons? Looking to get in from the cold? Fucking trash pandas. She rounded the corner of the gallery and put her foot on the top step, her hockey stick ready. She crept down the stairs, still hearing the noises. They seemed to be coming from her living room. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to identify anything that might be amiss. Then she saw him, a symphony of red trimmed in white, the huge ass swaying back and forth as the intruder was bent over her at the base of her Christmas tree, doing God only knows what to it. He seemed to be humming to himself. She walked up silently until she was maybe ten feet away from him, her hockey stick over her shoulder, ready to swing. He didn't hear her or took no notice of her. "I don't want to hurt you," she growled through clenched teeth. "But you'd best get the fuck out of my house or I'll hit you so hard Google won't be able to find you." The person in red paused in their activities and then stood up slowly. After another moment's pause, they stood up and turned around slowly. He was slightly taller than average and quite a bit fatter than societal norms allowed. He had a fat face with dancing blue eyes and red cheeks. Beneath the tapered red hat was long, silvery-white hair and a very full beard and moustache. The intruder looked at her and grinned. "Shouldn't you be in bed?" he asked with a voice that could only be described as jolly. Ginny said nothing. She seemed to be rooted to the spot. She wanted to say something, anything, but she seemed to have been robbed of the power of speech. "W, who;" she finally managed to stammer. "Yes, Virginia," the visitor said quietly but pleasantly in a soothing voice. "There really is a Santa Claus." She blinked and shook her head, trying to articulate a coherent thought. The big man in red chuckled, clearly amused by her predicament. "Your egg nog was very good," he mentioned as he walked forward a little. "Your cookies needed a little work, but I appreciate the effort. Maybe a cookbook next year?" "Stay still!" she snapped, suddenly coming out of her stupor and holding the hockey stick behind her head as if she was winding up for a hit. "I'll deck you, old man!" "Oh, there's no need for that," he said cheerfully, totally unconcerned by her threat. "It's been a rough year for you, hasn't it, Ginny?" "Why do you know my name?" she asked, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Of course I know it," the man claiming to be Santa said jovially. "I'd be pretty lousy at my job if I didn't, right?" "If you're really Santa," she said tightly, still not understanding why she hadn't knocked this guy's head off his shoulders yet. "Then what was I doing the night of October seventeenth last year?" He tilted his head to the side a little and pursed his lips. "Are you sure?" "C'mon, you haven't got all day." "Very well," he said, sighing. "You were sitting in McPhearson's Pub, waiting vainly for Greg from IT to show up, because you'd given him a blowjob in the bathroom earlier that day and promised him more. But he went off with Becky from Accounts that night instead of meeting up with you." She blushed furiously at the memory. "I; that wasn't the day I meant! I meant the sixteenth!" He shrugged. "You had the day off and were really frustrated. You slid a condom over that very field hockey stick and used it on yourself, just to see what it was like." Ginny dropped the stick very suddenly. "How the hell do you know that, you perv?" The man shrugged. "I know all about you, Ginny. And every other boy and girl in the world" "Don't give me that horseshit!" she hissed, glaring at him. "I had too many Christmases where I didn't get what I want to buy into that cockamamie story!" "Well, you weren't exactly the most exemplary child, were you?" he reasoned. "I mean, you weren't horrible, it's not like you were out kicking puppies into woodchippers, but you spent more time in the naughty column that the good column, didn't you?" "What did I ever do that was so naughty?" she demanded hotly, her fists bunched up at her sides. "You and your brother could get rather friendly, couldn't you?" the man calling himself Santa pointed out. She faltered for a moment. "Lots of siblings play doctor. And those atomic booty bombs where I kept jumping in the air and landing on him were just playful." "While naked?" Santa asked, raising a bushy white eyebrow. Ginny blushed. "But that wasn't what landed you on the naughty list," he added. "What got you blacklisted was that you lied about doing your homework or cleaning your room while you were messing around with your brother. Your mom and dad would ask you to do your math and you'd slip away to play doctor instead and tell them you'd finished your homework after. Lying is naughty, right?" "Woah, hold the phone here," she said loudly, holding her head as if she was suddenly dizzy from a revelation. She didn't seem to notice that her robe had opened slightly, exposing her cleavage. "Are you fucking kidding me? Fibbing to my parents kept me from getting the gifts I wanted?" "Were the rules unclear?" Santa asked. "I thought the songs on the subject were so easy to follow." Ginny pinched her eyes in exasperation and then scowled at him. "I'm drunk," she concluded, trying to convince herself none of this was real. "I'm drunker than Sarah Palin and you're not really here. I'm still in bed and this is all bullshit." Santa shrugged. "I was putting stuff under your tree until you arrived and enjoying the nog. I won't mind if you go back to bed." "No, you're not getting off that easily," she said in annoyance. "You broke into my house in the middle of the storm of the fucking century and I want answers, dammit!" He shrugged. "Fair enough. Ask away." Her eyes narrowed again. "Aren't you on kind of a time crunch? Unless I'm the last person on your delivery list, don't you still have a shit ton of houses to visit? Say, a few hundred million?" He waved it off. "I've got it covered, I promise. I have all the time in the world for you, Ginny. I always have." "What, so you sub-contract out?" she said snidely. "Got FedEx making the rounds for you? Or maybe your 'Elves'?" She mentioned the last bit with air quotes. "Goodness, this has been a bad year for you, hasn't it?" he said sympathetically. "But to answer your question, I am capable of being many places at once." "Oh, so now you're the Kwizatz-Haderach?" she asked archly. "Hey, it's not just cinnamon I put in my Christmas cider." Santa chuckled. "It's rather complicated to explain." "So do you, like, clone yourself?" she asked, her guard seeming to slowly come down. "No, not at all," he said, shaking his head. "It involves Cherenkov Radiation, a Holmes field, a Gellar field and, to quote a friend of mine, 'a lot of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey; stuff.'" "So it's some sort of deep quantum shit?" she asked, her body finally relaxing. He nodded, smiling. "Yes, it's very temporal and quantum. I can be many places at once. It's why I don't have to pay for billions in window repairs every year by going supersonic around the world." "So even while you're talking to me, you're delivering presents?" she asked, the sheer depth of the conversation hitting her now. She walked over to a stool and sat on it. "Like I said, it's difficult to explain without breaking out the chalkboard and calculator," he answered. "The magnetic lines between the poles help, especially the one that emanates from the Fortress of Solitude." Ginny blinked. "Fortress of Solitude? As in Superman? You're friends with Superman?" "Of course not!" the jolly man laughed. "There's no such thing as Superman, silly, he's a comic book character. Had you going, though." "Holy shit, Santa's a troll," she exclaimed, looking at him in bewilderment. "Well, okay, let's assume that this is all real and not a vivid hallucination resulting from a brain tumor. If I've been such a brat all these years, how do I make up for it? How do I get off the naughty girl list?" "Well, a little restraint would be a start," Santa suggested. "I'm not saying go out and become a Carthusian nun or a Buddhist priestess or anything, but you might try laying off the rampant promiscuity." "Why is that so bad?" she demanded. "What's so wrong with wanting to get banged?" "Nothing," he said simply. "But inevitably you get yourself into some kind of weird situation and end up lying your behind off and lying is a naughty thing to do. So try keeping your legs bolted together a little more." "Really;" she said, clearly not impressed. "Celibacy lessons from Santa Claus. Now I've heard everything." "According to my report here and speaking frankly, it's taken guys a lot less attractive than me a lot less effort to get you out of your clothes." Santa mentioned. "This coming from a guy who could clearly use a few P90-X sessions!" she shot back hotly, standing up, her robe opening further as she stomped toward him. He looked down at himself for a moment and guffawed. "Oh, right, I keep forgetting about that; hang on;" The man held his hands out to his sides and began to glow. The luminous display lit up the room progressively and Ginny held her hand in front of her face when it became too bright to look at for several seconds. When the light finally died away, leaving them once again in the softly lit living room, Ginny gaped in shock at what she saw. He was tall, powerfully built, with chiseled muscles, an eight pack and flawless, healthy skin. He'd removed his coat but the red pants remained, stretched tight over muscular thighs. Long, wavy, copper-colored hair fell past his shoulders and the full beard was reddish-gold. The sapphire-blue eyes stared down at her, still glittering with mirth. "Holy Jesus on a pogo stick;" she breathed, her voice little more than a whisper. "You're a total lumbersexual;" "This is what I really look like," he said, spreading his hands out to the sides and showing her his body. His chest rippled as the muscles flexed with the motion. "But kids react to the fat old man disguise better." "I'll bet mothers don't," she murmured, coming forward as if compelled and reaching out to touch his chest and washboard abs. "It's like you're Photo-shopped." He smiled as her hands caressed his abs. "You make me want to not get off the naughty list." "I think I know what you really want for Christmas;" he said slyly. Ginny paused and looked up at him in disbelief. "Are you kidding?" "No, I can't lie." the man in red pants replied. "I thought it was Superman who couldn't lie." "Well, the writers had to get that idea from somewhere, I guess." Santa mused. "In any event, if you want, you could end up on the good girl list by being rather naughty." She stared at him. "So; get laid by Santa for Christmas?" He shrugged. "There might be some other goodies in the bag for you, but I think we both know what Ginny really wants and needs for Christmas." "This is crazy, this is crazy, this is crazy!" she thought to herself, wrestling with her sensibilities. "If this is all just a dream, then I can fuck hunky Santa and have no regrets. If this is real, I can fuck sexy Santa and remember it in the morning! It's win-win!" "Well, this is super-easy," she declared. "Santa, I want you to fuck my brains out for Christmas." "With pleasure, Ginny!" he said, laughing merrily. "Whatever you like, however you want it. I have to keep the kiddies happy." "Good, but just don't say 'kiddies' anymore, because that's kinda creepy," she said, throwing her caution to the wind. She knelt down in front of him, putting her hands on the oversized silver belt buckle and undoing it. Letting it drop, she put her fingers on the front of his pants, caressing them over the crotch. Her mouth went dry. "That'd better not be a secondary present sack you're teasing me with;" Ginny hooked her fingers into the top of the velvety pants and pulled them down, revealing his cock. She drew in her breath slowly, her eyes widening. "Jesus," she muttered. "You're hung like a fat kid's Christmas stocking;" "Thanks, I make due." Santa said cheerfully, watching her admire his cock. "By the way, shouldn't I call you something else?" she asked, looking up at him while her hand reached up to take his huge shaft, wrapping around it, barely. "I mean, most people call you Santa Claus, but isn't your name Nick or Kris or something?" He shrugged again, grinning. "Nick, Kris, Klaus, Pelznickel, Joulupukki, Kanakaloka, Dun Che Lao Ren, Weihnachtsmann, Swiety Mikolaj, Hoteiosho, Jultomten, I don't mind, Ginny. I just like hearing you say my name the way you think of me." "Hmm, Santa;" she replied, smiling as she stroked her hand along his shaft, eyeing it hungrily. How the hell was she going to fit that all in her mouth, forget her aching cunt? "Ah, don't use that word," he chided, holding up a finger. "Some words are still naughty, even when you're an adult." "Stay out of my mind then, creeper." Ginny said as she leaned forward and swirled her tongue around the fat head of his cock. She flicked it around the tip and then slowly took it inside her mouth, tongue rolling against it. "The hell? How can his cock taste like mint?" "Just wait til you taste my cum." Santa said, leering. "Fine, but it better not taste like turkey gravy or we're gonna box." Ginny said as she pulled her mouth back for a moment. She pumped her hand gently along the shaft, studying her quarry intently. It was definitely the biggest cock she'd ever taken on, and the best-tasting. She'd been experiencing trippy magic all evening, maybe she could fit this monster in her mouth this one night; She put the head back in her mouth and relaxed, slowly pushing down the shaft. She moaned as she felt him slide to the back of her mouth and then to her throat. She felt him tremble and lay a huge but gentle hand on the back of her head. "Holy shit; I'm deep-throating Santa Claus;" Ginny took a deep breath through her nose and then tried to relax. Her whole body was tingling with excitement and the whole minty cock thing was throwing her off. Her tongue undulated along the underside of his shaft while the fingers of one hand formed a ring around the base of his cock and the other cupped his balls, fondling them. Ginny was proud of her cocksucking skills and if there was anyone she ever needed to impress with them (aside from her 11th Grade math teacher), it was probably Santa. She calmed herself and began pulling her mouth back along his length, humming and letting her lips vibrate softly on his sensitive skin. "Now I know why Mister Bondi gave you that A in math," Santa chuckled. "You're a very naughty girl, Virginia." "Hmm, only for you, Santa baby;" she cooed as she pulled her mouth off his cock long enough to respond, stroking slowly and swirling her tongue around the head again. She then slid back down the entire length, moaning in pleasure. She could feel her nipples getting hard and her cunt was very, very wet beneath her robe. Both his hands were on the back of her head now and holding her gently but firmly. She began to slowly bob back and forth, thrilled at how she was able to take this enormous beast of a cock all the way in her mouth. Sure, maybe there was some weird physics involved that compressed space and time or some shit, but she didn't care and he certainly didn't seem to mind. "Hmm, very good, Virginia;" he said softly, stroking her hair. No one ever called her Virginia and she didn't know why it gave her a tingle when he did. His cock was very full and very hard now, like a pulsing iron rod covered in mint-flavored velvet. She almost giggled at the thought of how crazy this all was. She really hoped it wasn't a dream. Her thumb began to squeeze along the underside of his cock as her hand followed her mouth up and down his length. The shaft glistened wetly and the mint was making her drool. She undid her robe and let it fall away, the air of the room kissing her flushed skin. Her hands now took hold of his powerful thighs and she began moving back and forth along his cock more quickly. She could feel his hands flexing in her long, dark hair, caressing her skin. Breathing through her nose, she moaned as she sucked ardently, her cunt almost aching with desire. She was hoping he would last long enough to fuck her when he went rigid suddenly and groaned, gripping her head tightly and his hips shuddering. Ginny's eyes widened as she felt him began to cum inside her mouth, spurting strongly. She began swallowing hastily, almost in a panic as Santa pumped his hips against her face. "Holy shit! Fucking eggnog?" He kept cumming and she was sure she might actually drown when he pulled his huge cock out of her mouth and pumped it furiously in his hand, spattering her tits and stomach with his glistening load. She'd never seen so much cum in her life. It tingled on her skin. Finally, Santa relaxed, allowing Ginny to put her mouth back around his cock and suck the rest of his cum from him. He was sighing and breathing rather heavily, apparently having enjoyed himself. She eventually released him and smiled up at him wickedly. "So," she cooed, winking while she gently pumped his cock with her hand. "Am I back on the good girl list?" "Oh, I'd think so," he said, grinned. "But it's not like I've given you your whole present yet." "Jeez, you can still go?" she asked almost in disbelief but also delighted. She really needed to be fucked hard now. "Your cock taste like mint, your cum tastes like nog, your ass probably tastes like hot cocoa or nutmeg and you can keep it up all night?" "Up all night is kind of my thing, at least once a year." Santa said cheerfully. "So how would you like for me to give you the rest of your present, Virginia?" "Well, golly, Santa," she mused, making a show of thinking while she stroked his cock. "Since you seem to be the gift that keeps on giving, how about we just wing it?" He nodded and she stood up, keeping hold of his cock and gently led him over to the large chesterfield, hoping it would hold his rather muscular frame. She knelt on it, resting her arms along the raised back and smiled at him, wiggling her behind. She wouldn't believe how wet her cunt was. "You gonna hurry down my chimney, Santa-baby?" she asked, smiling slyly. "I can't believe you just said that!" he laughed jovially. He may not have been older, fatter Santa, but the laugh still definitely suited him. He stepped up behind her and took gentle hold of her hips. She could feel him press against her ass and she shivered in anticipation. He slid his massive cock up and down between her ass cheeks, teasing her until she was writhing in desperation. He seemed to know instinctively what she loved most. Which only made sense, since he was Santa. "Ready, Virginia?" he asked as he pressed the huge mushroom head against her sticky cunt. She nodded eagerly, unwilling to speak. He slid the head in, parting her lips and penetrating her. She groaned loudly as he began to stretch her inner walls. With a slow, steady push of his hips, he pushed the entire length of his cock deep inside her. It robbed her of her breath, she'd never felt so full in her life, even that one time she'd been so horny she'd fucked her parent's bedpost. "Ah; uh;" she gasped, eyes wide. The sensations were like nothing she'd ever experienced. His cock completely filled her to a delightful stretch that didn't hurt except in the good way. His iron shaft throbbed in time with her heartbeat. It was wonderfully warm but also strangely cool all at once, tingling, like mint again. How the hell could her cunt taste peppermint? "Language, Virginia;" he chided again as he pressed in just a little bit further. By right his cockhead should have bruising her brainstem, but there was no doubt some weird physics shit involved that she decided not to think about. She was getting fucked by Santa, after all. She pressed her forehead against the back of the couch and tried squeezing her cunt around his titan cock or pressing back against him, squirming her ass against his hips. She shuddered in delight, loving how he felt inside her. His hands reached under her body and squeezed and massaged her tits, sending delicious thrills through her. He began to move slowly back and forth, pulling back until just the tip was inside her and pushing in steadily, almost robbing her of breath. She began to feel like a blacksmith's bellows very quickly. The feel of his cock sliding inside her, stretching her and touching deep inside in ways she hadn't known were possible; "Oh my god;" she gasped, fingers digging into the back of the couch. "You're tearing me apart and I love it;" "Only the best for my Virginia," he said, his ruddy cheeks taking on a flush tone as he fucked her. Her fingers squeezed the meat of her thighs and hips or flexed on her ass cheeks. His heavy balls slapped against her cunt as he drove inside her. Strong yet gentle, forceful and commanding yet accommodating. She felt dominated yet exalted somehow. His hand wrapped in her hair and she groaned loudly as he pulled on it, craning her neck. She shuddered in pleasure, feeling her spine almost accordion as he thrust inside while pulling her head back. Her could feel the pulse of his cock through her whole body. Her nails scratched along the couch, almost clawing it. "Uh, you're gonna make me cum so fucking hard;" she wailed, feeling the sweat forming on her skin. "Oh my gawd;" "You're going to make me cum hard too," he panted, thrusting deep inside, thumping his hips against her ass. "You feel wonderful and tight, Virginia;" "Oh, God, he's gonna cum in me;" she realized. "Santa's gonna fucking cum in me and he's not wearing anything! Will my birth control work? Shit, will my kids always smell like mint?" "Oh, God, cum in me!" she panted, thrusting herself back against him and grinding shamelessly. "Fucking cum in me, Santa!" "Ya want me to cum in you?" he hissed, his body beginning to tremble. It felt like his cock was getting bigger inside her. "Want my cum in you?" "God, yes!" Ginny squeaked, clenching her teeth. "Fucking cum in me and make me scream!" They strained against one another desperately and then she cried out as a massive orgasm crashed over her. It battered her senses as she felt his hot-yet-tingly-cool cum bathing her insides relentlessly. Her cunt was making greedy sucking sounds as she came, her whole body shuddering almost uncontrollably. She squeezed and clenched and rippled her tight tunnel round him, reveling in the way he stretched and penetrated her ever more deeply. She collapsed against the chesterfield, panting heavily, her body drenched in sweat. His massive, hard cock was still deep inside her, pinning her to him. She felt like she was made of lead, an exquisite exhaustion while pleasure crawled over her languidly. That was beyond anything she had ever experienced. But he didn't seem to be done with her. His powerful hands took hold of Ginny and turned her around so she was squatting on the couch, her knees spread wide and her arms slung across the high back. She looked up at him in weary astonishment as he nestled himself between her legs and pressed his cock against her sopping cunt again. "Ah!" she wailed as he slid deep inside her again, his huge cock splitting her wide. Her nails dug into the couch again and she clenched her teeth as she sucked in her breath. Ginny tried to regulate her breathing while Santa began sliding in and out slowly, looking down at her with those penetrating blue eyes. "Jesus," she grunted, feeling almost like a rag doll in his hands, which gripped her hips. "Gonna fucking kill me with that thing!" "Oh, let's hope not," he replied, thrusting into her strongly. "I'm nowhere near done with you." She gazed up at him, trembling as he fucked her good and hard. She bit her lip as he squeezed her thighs, before moving his hands up to squeeze her tits, pinching her nipples. She groaned shamelessly as the delicious sting electrified her senses. She tried to squeeze herself around him, baffled by how big he felt inside her. She gasped and whimpered as he slapped her cunt lightly. She reached forward and raked her nails over his powerful chest, leaving red marks along the defined muscles. She ground her hips against him wantonly, thrilling to the look of pleasure on this face. "Uh, fuckin' wreck me;" she gasped, feeling another massive climax building inside her. "Make me cum on that beautiful cock, Santa!" "I'll take 'Things Virginia Never Thought She'd Ever Hear Herself Say' for a thousand, Alex!" he laughed. He reached down and took her ass her hands and pulled her closer, smiling warmly yet wickedly into her eyes as she sank further onto his cock, which penetrated her to the deepest depths yet. She could feel the head pressing against her womb. It didn't hurt, but she felt fuller and more stretched than ever. She felt him squeeze her ass cheeks while he thrust into her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held on tight, bumping up and down on his powerful thighs. She moaned loudly and bit his shoulder, trying not to shriek. She tried to squeeze herself around him again, finding that she could barely control her muscles, let alone fuck. She bit down as the warmth spread through her, tears of pleasure in her eyes. He thumped his hips against her even more strongly and they strained against one another. Then he growled and released himself, pumping her once again full of his tingling cum. She shuddered and cried out loudly, her head spinning from the unreal ecstasy. Crushing herself to him, Ginny held on desperately, like a ship battered by an unrelenting storm. They both slumped onto the couch, breathing heavily. She felt small and almost cocooned in his embrace. She was covered in a heavy sheen of sweat and could feel the thrilling tingle of his cum trickling out of her cunt. It wouldn't be a stain on her couch, it was a mark of honor. Their hearts pounded in rhythm as the orgasm passed over them and slowly flowed away. "Holy shit;" she whispered, her body still limp in his arms. "I think you've ruined me for sex. I should be mad;" "You have to admit, it makes sense that I'm better at gift-giving than anyone else on the planet." Santa reasoned, smiling and stroking her hair while she sat in his lap. "I'd say you were a little pent up there." "Mild understatement," she moaned, finally raising her head and smiling up at him. "Thank you, first of all. That was the best thing I've ever felt in my life." "I aim to please," he said cheerfully, caressing his thumb across her cheek and enjoying the shining look in her eyes. "Kinda my thing, after all." "So," Ginny purred, walking to fingers up his broad chest. "Is there a Mrs. Claus?" He shrugged. "There has been, of course." She paused suddenly and looked up at him, her smile replaced by a deadpan look. "What do you mean, there has been?" He seemed somewhat confused by her change in demeanor. "Well, there has been a few in the past, of course, there was Seeki first, then there was Ahoop, followed by Annalina, then Layla, Martha, Juliana, Gretchen and Jessica, Santarina, Kasey, Mary;" "I see," she said stonily. "You've had more wives than Elizabeth Taylor had husbands." "Well, to be fair, they've been spread over a long period of time." Santa replied. "And they were all special to me." "So then I'm not special." Ginny said flatly. "Well of course you are," he said, not understanding her mood swing. "You're my Virginia." "And Becky down the street is your Becky, and Sarah in the blue house is your Sarah and Hilda in Dusseldorf is your Hilda," she concluded. "Everyone's equally special to you, aren't they?" He didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry, I'm not being fair," she sighed. "I just; well, I thought maybe this; ya know, tonight, was truly special. And clearly you're not good at lying." "Well, no, not at all." Santa agreed, still holding her and wondering how he could comfort her. "I can't lie." "Like, literally can't?" she asked, now curious more than anything. "It's part of your genetic makeup that you can't lie?" "No, nothing like that," he admitted. "But after spending centuries with kids and teaching them to always tell the truth, I haven't tried telling a lie in so long I don't even know how to do it." "You don't know how to lie?" she mused. "If I did, it wouldn't be the least bit believable," he said. "Like, if I said right now that your breath smells wonderful and not like old eggnog and vomit, I somehow doubt you'd believe my lie." "No shit," Ginny replied, giving him a stony look. "You're a horrible liar. You've got the subtlety of a cement truck. Good thing you're Santa and don't have to date to charm a girl." He held her close, hugging her tight to comfort her. She sighed deeply, still impaled on his hard cock, which showed no sign of abating. "God, I can't believe you've still got wood after cumming like a fire hydrant three times," she said, her mood softening. She was having the best sex of her life, she reminded herself not to ruin it by being crazy. "How long can you keep going?" He shrugged his muscular shoulders. "How long do you need me to?" "Actually, it doesn't surprise me that's your answer." Ginny said, smirking. "If you've got the time, I've got another itch that needs scratching." He grinned. "So you haven't broken in that hot tub yet, have you?" "Oh, Santa;" she purred, leaning in and biting his earlobe. "Like you don't make me wet already." He picked her up and carried her toward the Jacuzzi, deftly turning it on with his foot and bringing it rumbling to life. He stepped down into the churning water, setting her one of the seats. As he stood up, she leaned forward and hungrily took his enormous cock into her mouth, sucking ardently. She moved forward and knelt in the water, her hands on his hips again or stroking his balls. He picked her up bodily and turned her upside. Ginny squeaked in surprise at first but found his hips in front of her and began sucking again on his tool without delay. He buried his face in her cunt, tongue snaking deep inside her and she groaned gutturally, Holding her in place with one powerful hand, her teased her taint and then pressed a finger into her ass. "Jesus!" she gasped, almost choking on his cock as he wormed the finger down into her tight tunnel. "Oh, fuck! Your finger is bigger than some dicks I've fucked!" She attacked his cock again eagerly, bobbing back and forth like her life depended on it. She squirmed in his grip as he lashed her cunt with his tongue and fingered her ass. Her fingernails dug into his thighs and her knees locked around his neck. His cock throbbed in her mouth, still thrilling her with its unique and incredible taste. He turned her around again and paid her on the edge of the hot tub, spreading her legs wide. She looked on wantonly as he pushed his tongue back inside her again. He gripped her thighs to hold her in place and she groaned and squirmed, squeezing her tits and pulling on her nipples. Her breath came in ragged gasps as he drove her to the limit of her sensations. Ginny shook and thrashed as she cried out loudly, cumming on his face. He didn't let up, lapping at her essence eagerly. She lay like a dead thing for several seconds before her chest began to rise and fall. Her eyes opened, gazing back at him. She couldn't feel her limbs, just floating on a tingling ocean of deep colors. Santa looked up at her and smiled, pulling his tongue out of her cunt and kissing her clit gently. She shivered at the touch. "One hole left, Santa," she breathed, her body glistening. "Got any left in you to perfect my Christmas?" "Always for you, Virginia." Santa said warmly, standing and raising her gently into a sitting position. He settled down into the water on one of the seats and then pulled her onto his lap, facing away from him. She moved her hips around until she found his rock-hard cock, waiting for her. She placed her puckered knot against it, giggling as she thought about what he was about to do to her. She took his shaft in her hand and held it steady while she sank down, very slowly. Ginny gasped and shivered as the head pushed aside the tight ring of muscle, popping inside her. Then she sighed as she lowered herself, feeling his massive cock stretching her tight tunnel wide. God, she felt so full it was unreal. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, her ass cheeks pressed to his lap. He was all the way inside her ass and her held her closed as she settled back against him, purring in sensual pleasure. "Umm, it's never felt this good in my ass before," she said softly, her arms reaching back to curl around his neck. She gyrated slowly on his lap, moaning softly. "A gal could get used to this." His muscular arms wrapped around her and caressed Ginny's body, massaging her tits. She loved how she felt pinned to him. She had finally found the measure of her body and began to squeeze her tight ass around his cock. She squirmed in slow circles on his lap, wishing she had some music to fuck him to. Her stereo system suddenly came on and began playing 'It's Cold Outside'. She giggled and squeezed his neck gently at his thoughtfulness. "You think of everything, don't you?" she purred, lost in her pleasure. "I can't wait to make you cum again." He smiled wickedly and pulled gently on her nipples, causing her to groan at the welcome sting. She pressed her ass back into his lap, squeezing again around his throbbing shaft. The water bubbled and churned around her waist, the heat leaving her skin shining. She began to pant as she moved her hips faster, stopping the circular motions and started to move up and down, his cock sliding in and out of her. Santa took hold of her hips and let her bounce on his lap. Ginny leaned forward, gasping as she fondled her tits, overcome with a liquid heat as his cock impaled her faster and faster. Water splashed around them as the fucking took on an almost frantic pace. Ginny had never felt anything in her ass like this before, nothing even close to this good. She could very easily become an addict. "Uh, fuck!" she grunted, slamming her ass down on him while one hand snaked down and began massaging her cunt and clit. His hands steadied her and helped moved her up and down. She could feel his hips trembling beneath her, his fingers flexing and squeezing her skin. Her panting became a long, drawn-out keening. She clenched her teeth, shuddering and straining as she tried to prolong the fucking; Ginny screamed and pushed herself back against his massive chest violently, thrashing as she clenched his cock inside her ass while he came. His cream flooded inside her, the unreal hot-cool tingling transporting her. He growled in her ear, almost crushing her comparatively tiny frame against himself. She collapsed, utterly exhausted, her chest rising and falling as the world spun around her. She felt him holding her gently, caressing her body in unique ways that seemed to; regulate her blood flow and nerve sensations, making the post-orgasmic bliss she was feeling last as long as possible. She felt herself smile and hum at his consideration, understanding this this is who he was and what he was meant to do. Ginny then did something she almost never did during sex, she leaned her head back, pressed her lips to his and kissed him deeply and with great affection. She held it for as long as she could and then sank back into his embrace, sighing in contentment. "Wish you were advertising for a Mrs. Claus at the moment," she said softly. "I could get used to this." "I like things the way they are," he replied, hugging her. "Every year I get to reward you for being a good girl. What could be better than that?" "True, I guess," Ginny agreed. "I'm only human, all this sex could kill me." "Hey, I'm human too, you know," he chuckled. "Just because I'm immeasurably older than you and subject to quantum laws even my smartest elf couldn't explain doesn't mean I'm a member of some other species." "Okay, that's fair, although I'd still fuck you if you were an alien or some extra-dimensional being." Ginny admitted. "You've come in me a lot tonight, daddy. Do I need to” "No," he said cheerfully. "I'm not sterile, but you can't get pregnant unless I decide you will and I've never allowed it." "I wonder what a Santa kid would be like," she mused. "More like you or the mom?" "No idea," he confessed. "There's not exactly a manual, so I've never taken a chance." She slowly leaned forward and began to rise, shivering as she slid off his long cock and it popped out of her. She knelt and turned around to face him, not sure she could stand yet, looking up at his still hard cock and giggled, pressing her finger against the head. "Well, I think you can take him off duty, sir," she said sweetly. "I'm pretty sure that I'm all fucked out for the night, if not the whole season." He chuckled and let his cock soften, looking into her eyes and caressing his cheek. "Hopefully that was what you needed for Christmas." "Definitely, Santa." Ginny said, giggling. "Is it greedy to want the same present again next year?" "Not at all," he replied, grinning. "It cuts down on elf-labor hours if I can give people a gift mysteriously." Santa paused in speaking, going silent and looking around, as if listening for something. Neither of them touched the controls, but the motor for the jets turned off and all that could be heard was the howling roar of the winter storm outside. Ginny looked at him in confusion, wondering why his features hardened and a scowl crossed his normally jovial face. "That's no storm," he said in a low, growling voice. "Not a regular one, anyway." "What does that mean?" she asked, his reaction worrying her for reasons she couldn't readily explain. What the hell was a 'not regular' storm, according to Santa, or anyone else for that matter? He stood up and strode out of the hot tub, taking her by the hand and pulling her out with him. Their naked bodies glistened with water but this was the farthest thing from her mind. "What's going on?" she asked, his consternation beginning to frighten her now. She watched as he tossed her the robe she'd been wearing earlier and then started pulling on his pants and sturdy black boots. "It's just a winter storm! Isn't it?" "I wish that were true," he replied, his expression grim. "Listen to me very carefully, Virginia. I'll need you to follow me instructions precisely. Do you understand?" She nodded. "Okay, but” "Good," he said, cutting her off, his eyes flashing. "It's very important to your safety." "Can you at least tell me what's happening?" she pleaded. "Krampus." Santa muttered darkly as he wrapped bright red straps around his wrists, tightening them. "I should've been more careful." "What's Krampus?" she asked, going pale and she paused in putting on her robe, one of her tits hanging out. "Krampus isn't a what, Krampus is a who," he said, his eyes scanning the layout of her expansive living room. "He's also called Black Pete in some places and legend says he's supposed to be my evil henchman who punishes wicked children." "I take it that's not true, then?" she asked, looking around like he did, wondering what he was searching for. "Not even close," he growled. "Pardon my French, but Krampus is an evil sonofabitch. He was, at one time long ago, my dedicated helper, but he turned down the path of darkness, becoming twisted and diabolic. Forget punishing children, he wants to destroy Christmas, like it never happened." "What's that got to do with us here?" she asked, trying to keep her voice from trembling. "Can he reach us in this storm?" "This storm is his doing, I recognize it now," Santa said, striding over to his huge Christmas bag and beginning to rummage in it. "A massive storm always precedes his arrival. It can be mistaken for a regular winter storm if you're not paying

Miracle On Route 34: Part 1 Ginny gets a wonderful Christmas surprise. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Author's Notes: Someone asked me to write a funny and erotic Christmas tale, but since I can't be normal, it is taking on a radical twist that I hope people will find amusing. I've tried to make Santa awesome but also give him some flaws that the ladies will find both charming and irksome all at once. I wasn't going to call it anything lame like 'Here Cums Santa Claus' (in spite of my love of Elvis) so I eventually settled on ripping off a classic and beloved Christmas movie, naming it 'Miracle On Rural Road 34'. Couldn't help myself with the 'Yes, Virginia' quip, of course. As for Superman, Oatmeal and the Easter Bunny, well, get used to more groaners like that, because I like them. Merry ho-ho and keep your stick on the ice! , Management Chapter 1. Ginny Hale sighed forlornly as she sat on her chesterfield in the dim room, the only light provided by the crackling fireplace and some scented candles spread around to make the house smell like gingerbread. She'd made gingerbread cookies earlier, but they were predictably burnt and now her kitchen smelled like a Christmas elf's ass. She took another sip of red wine from her oversized glass, unable to decide who or what to be mad at, the weather, for bringing this god-awful blizzard on Christmas Eve, her so-called friends for ditching her after she'd gone to all this work to put together a nice party, or herself for going crazy and buying this (admittedly nice) chateau way out here in the boondocks. Still relatively new to her negotiator position, Ginny had landed a huge deal for the company she worked for and the payout bonus was one of the biggest ever seen in-house. Though she had an office, she had often worked from her cramped apartment downtown, where a glorious chaos only she understood reigned. But the payout had been large enough for her to purchase a very pretty home in the country, not more than ninety minutes from work. Her boss was so pleased with the deal that he said she only had to come in once a week, to pick up whatever she needed to work on. It had seemed like a great idea at the time, but now she found she was quite lonely. Few people were will to put forth the effort to come out and visit her. In fact, only three had since the summer when she bought it. Hell, even her boy-toy, Chad from Accounting, could not be bothered and was now just fucking Lily in the secretary pool instead. Bing Crosby was singing 'White Christmas' to her while she moped. The big bay windows to her back porch showed the fury of the storm outside. Driving snow had been battering the countryside for two days now and her boss had called her to just stay safe and not try to come into the city. He was a nice old man and she liked him. He'd actually taken a chance and given her the job, after she'd fucked him. She hadn't invited him to her little soiree, because his miserable old bat of a wife was hovering around him constantly these days, certain he'd been tipping on her. But even without Old Man Reese, she'd invited upward of twenty people and none of them had shown. Not even Claire, her best supposed friend, had made it out. She was probably too busy being pinned and screwed by her boyfriend anyway, Guido or Nunzio or whatever his name was. Dean Martin came on, singing 'Marshmallow World'. Normally this was one of her favorites, but tonight it just reminded her that she was alone for Christmas. Again. With another sigh, she drank the rest of the wine in her glass and reached for the bottle, turning it over. It was empty. Damn. She'd have to open another one. She walked slowly into the kitchen, wearing her ratty old fox-themed footie pajamas, having decided that if she didn't have to dress up for anyone, she was dressing at all. She took a deep drink of spiked egg nog from the jug of it she'd prepared while she found another bottle of zinfandel and burped very loudly. She wrestled the cork off of the bottle and poured most of the contents into her oversized glass, muttering that she didn't have to answer to anyone about what she did, she was a big girl. She slumped back down on the couch while John Lennon asked her what she'd done for Christmas from the stereo system. "Up yours, John;" she said testily as she drank more wine. She stood unsteadily, blinking for a moment to try and clear her head. She might have had a bit of a wine fog going on, since she'd nearly polished off two bottles of Old Vine Zinfandel in under two hours. Convincing herself that walking was not a bad idea, she tottered over to the bay windows, reaching a hand out in front of herself to make sure it encountered the glass before her face did. "Will you look at that shit out there;" she muttered to no one in particular. After all, there was no one around to hear her. Well, almost no one. "Hi, Oatmeal," she said sweetly, grinning lopsidedly at the bearded dragon that sat in a terrarium near the bay doors. "Looks like you're my Christmas date; again;" The tiny lizard said nothing but assumed a darker shade of purplish brown. "Same to you too, bugface." Ginny muttered sourly, annoyed at being spurned by a reptile with a brain smaller than a sugared peanut. She lumbered back to the kitchen, trying unsuccessfully to eat several pieces of the Turkish Delight she'd tried to make, but they were sticky and runny, most of the reddish-pink mess ending up stuck to the front of her pajamas. "Son of a fucking reindeer!" she spat, attempting to remove the pajamas, her sticky fingers having trouble with the zipper. She finally kicked the thing off and left it in a corner of the kitchen, now wearing nothing except her panties and a halter top. She stomped back into the spacious living room, thoroughly annoyed. While the music played, she looked around for something to do, taking another pull from the egg nog jug she'd brought with her. The hot tub. It sat near the bay windows, set into the floor and was large enough for five or six people. She'd been hoping that maybe a few people of the dozens she'd invited would show and maybe they could have a fun pool party. She'd even told everyone in the invitations to bring their swimsuits. But of course, no one showed. She was beginning to suspect she could live in Buckingham Fucking Palace and still no one would come to see her. This was, literally, the fifth Christmas she'd spent by herself. The timing for friends never worked out and her parents were always off in Monaco or some such place, avoiding the weather. Her mom had already called earlier that night, so she wouldn't hear any more from them for a few days now. She sighed yet again and pulled off her underthings, stepping into the water. She was drunker than she wanted to admit, though, missing her footing, squealing and tumbling into the tub with a splash. Ginny came to the surface, sputtering and hissing in outrage. Why couldn't anything work out? Oatmeal just stared at her impassively. "You win this time, gravity;" she growled, displeased with her inelegant entrance. Well, at least she'd been smart enough to put down the jug of nog before trying to get in. She turned on the jets and retrieved her beverage, taking another big pull as the tub rumbled to life. Ginny laid back her head against one of the padded rests and tried to relax, to let her frustrations go. She turned on the jets and allowed one to massage her lower back while sipping at a glass of wine. She tried to put the frustrations of the holiday behind her, to let go of the feelings of rejection and somehow not belonging. "Why did I but this new fucking home if no one was interested in visiting? Everyone said they thought it was so great, but months later, still no visitors. Do I really not matter that much?" It annoyed her to think not only that she was alone, but that doubtless most of the people who had ditched her were at home getting laid. Claire was doubtless face down and ass up on her bed, getting plowed from behind by Guido. Even Mr. Reese, the old geezer, was probably getting some, either from his wife or maybe one of his secretaries. She sighed heavily and sat up, putting her now-empty wine glass aside and deciding that just because she was alone on Christmas Eve didn't mean she wasn't owed at least one good orgasm. She leaned forward and rested her forearms on the padded edge of the hot tub, positioning herself so that one of her jets, the one she'd named 'Juan', was right behind her. She felt the flow of water begin to caress her and she rested her head on her forearms as she wiggled further back, feeling the jet more strongly now as it pushed against her ass and her cunt. With a sigh, she found the perfect distance and pressed her face down into her arms, letting Juan work his magic. Water pressure massaged her cunt lips, strong enough to part them and to tease her clit, sending thrills through her. She shuddered and sighed loudly, forgetting, for now, how much men sucked. She bit the knuckle of her index finger, lost in reverie. God, if only it were a man fucking her. "Alone; on fucking Christmas; where's, ah!, where's the justice in that?" She was sweating now and panting as the relentless jets battered her nether tinglies, the sensations overwhelming her steadily. She clenched her teeth and her fists, straining as she fought to hold on a little longer. She moaned very loudly, her whole body shaking as Juan delivered a wonderful orgasm. She panted and groaned shamelessly, knowing that no one was around to see her in her pent-up, frustrated lust, expending it on her Jacuzzi jets. The scintillating lights behind her eyes, however, were over all too quickly and the climax subsided, replaced by a juddering sensitivity that made Juan's caress too much to bear. She collapsed against the edge of the hot tub, moving her ass away from the jet. "Alone; again;" She may have needed the orgasm, but it did nothing to improve her mood. It didn't help that the song 'This Christmas' by Shoes had begun playing as the cumming ended. When it finally felt like her legs would work again, she turned around and slumped into a corner of the tub, as far from Juan as possible. Ginny stayed still for some time, until her feet and fingers felt that annoying level of pruny that made everything awful to touch. With the heat of the water and all the alcohol she'd drunk, she was feeling rather light-headed, so she turned off the stereo and shut off the lights. She found a plate of her fucked-up and burnt gingerbread cookies and left them on a table near the fireplace along with the jug of nog before beginning to head upstairs to bed. "Yeah. Fuck this day. And fuck tomorrow too. Maybe if I stay drunk enough it'll just fly by. Fuck Christmas." The second floor was an open space in the middle, looking down onto the main floor. A set of stairs led up on either side and the bedrooms were spaced around the gallery. She'd loved the design when she bought it, but this only increased her frustration when no one ever came to visit. "Gorgeous fucking house; ten acres of beautiful nature filled with deer and ugly-ass wild turkeys; a fucking pond people could skate on; shit, I even found a patch of landrace back there! What's not to love about my new home? Why aren't people shitting themselves in jealousy?" She reached the master bedroom, sighing at how big it felt since she had no one to share it with. She stood in front of the mirror, looking at her naked body and sighing. She was trim and fit, with nicely-sized boobs, she kept her cunt shaved smooth and her full lips were simply made to suck cock. Her skin was fair and even and her dark brown hair was long enough to pull on if you were fucking her ass or taking her from behind. So what the hell was wrong? The bed was certainly big enough for two (or maybe her and two guys who didn't mind getting close), but she plunked herself down into it and stared at the ceiling, waiting for the room to stop drunk-spinning. It took longer than she wanted it to, but things finally slowed down an she breathed deeply. She reached over with her hand and fumbled around inside the drawer of the nightstand. She finally withdrew an elegant glass dildo, a barely opaque white with bright red stripes curling around it to simulate a candy cane. It had been a Christmas gift from Claire, who had jokingly given it to her until she found a man for herself. That bitch. "Well, Frosty," she sighed, examining him. "Looks like it's you and me tomorrow. I promise to not get out of bed except to go to the bathroom or get more booze, okay? Because I'm here for you;" And with that she kissed the dildo and put it aside. She turned out her lamp and sighed deeply as she lay in the dark, waiting for sleep to take her. "Fuck Christmas;" A noise from downstairs. Her eyes snapped open. She was sure she'd heard something. Her heart pounded in her chest. She took deep breaths to try and calm herself, reasoning that she'd been drunk and it might just be hangover noises. Maybe just something like branches scraping on the roof or across the walls? Ginny felt a flush of anger and slowly rose, getting out of bed and putting on a plush yellow robe. There were definitely sounds downstairs. She grabbed her rape whistle and her high-school field hockey stick off the wall before quietly opening the door and proceeding out of the room. Her cheeks flushed with fear and anger. How dare someone invade her house? And in this fucking weather! "Burglars? Ruffians? Escaped cons?" "Well, at least if they see you they might have their way with you and break your dry spell." She shook the vile notion from her head, wondering where the hell that'd come from. Could she be that desperate to get laid? Ginny walked as quietly as she could, hearing noises on the roof. Raccoons? Looking to get in from the cold? Fucking trash pandas. She rounded the corner of the gallery and put her foot on the top step, her hockey stick ready. She crept down the stairs, still hearing the noises. They seemed to be coming from her living room. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to identify anything that might be amiss. Then she saw him, a symphony of red trimmed in white, the huge ass swaying back and forth as the intruder was bent over her at the base of her Christmas tree, doing God only knows what to it. He seemed to be humming to himself. She walked up silently until she was maybe ten feet away from him, her hockey stick over her shoulder, ready to swing. He didn't hear her or took no notice of her. "I don't want to hurt you," she growled through clenched teeth. "But you'd best get the fuck out of my house or I'll hit you so hard Google won't be able to find you." The person in red paused in their activities and then stood up slowly. After another moment's pause, they stood up and turned around slowly. He was slightly taller than average and quite a bit fatter than societal norms allowed. He had a fat face with dancing blue eyes and red cheeks. Beneath the tapered red hat was long, silvery-white hair and a very full beard and moustache. The intruder looked at her and grinned. "Shouldn't you be in bed?" he asked with a voice that could only be described as jolly. Ginny said nothing. She seemed to be rooted to the spot. She wanted to say something, anything, but she seemed to have been robbed of the power of speech. "W, who;" she finally managed to stammer. "Yes, Virginia," the visitor said quietly but pleasantly in a soothing voice. "There really is a Santa Claus." She blinked and shook her head, trying to articulate a coherent thought. The big man in red chuckled, clearly amused by her predicament. "Your egg nog was very good," he mentioned as he walked forward a little. "Your cookies needed a little work, but I appreciate the effort. Maybe a cookbook next year?" "Stay still!" she snapped, suddenly coming out of her stupor and holding the hockey stick behind her head as if she was winding up for a hit. "I'll deck you, old man!" "Oh, there's no need for that," he said cheerfully, totally unconcerned by her threat. "It's been a rough year for you, hasn't it, Ginny?" "Why do you know my name?" she asked, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Of course I know it," the man claiming to be Santa said jovially. "I'd be pretty lousy at my job if I didn't, right?" "If you're really Santa," she said tightly, still not understanding why she hadn't knocked this guy's head off his shoulders yet. "Then what was I doing the night of October seventeenth last year?" He tilted his head to the side a little and pursed his lips. "Are you sure?" "C'mon, you haven't got all day." "Very well," he said, sighing. "You were sitting in McPhearson's Pub, waiting vainly for Greg from IT to show up, because you'd given him a blowjob in the bathroom earlier that day and promised him more. But he went off with Becky from Accounts that night instead of meeting up with you." She blushed furiously at the memory. "I; that wasn't the day I meant! I meant the sixteenth!" He shrugged. "You had the day off and were really frustrated. You slid a condom over that very field hockey stick and used it on yourself, just to see what it was like." Ginny dropped the stick very suddenly. "How the hell do you know that, you perv?" The man shrugged. "I know all about you, Ginny. And every other boy and girl in the world" "Don't give me that horseshit!" she hissed, glaring at him. "I had too many Christmases where I didn't get what I want to buy into that cockamamie story!" "Well, you weren't exactly the most exemplary child, were you?" he reasoned. "I mean, you weren't horrible, it's not like you were out kicking puppies into woodchippers, but you spent more time in the naughty column that the good column, didn't you?" "What did I ever do that was so naughty?" she demanded hotly, her fists bunched up at her sides. "You and your brother could get rather friendly, couldn't you?" the man calling himself Santa pointed out. She faltered for a moment. "Lots of siblings play doctor. And those atomic booty bombs where I kept jumping in the air and landing on him were just playful." "While naked?" Santa asked, raising a bushy white eyebrow. Ginny blushed. "But that wasn't what landed you on the naughty list," he added. "What got you blacklisted was that you lied about doing your homework or cleaning your room while you were messing around with your brother. Your mom and dad would ask you to do your math and you'd slip away to play doctor instead and tell them you'd finished your homework after. Lying is naughty, right?" "Woah, hold the phone here," she said loudly, holding her head as if she was suddenly dizzy from a revelation. She didn't seem to notice that her robe had opened slightly, exposing her cleavage. "Are you fucking kidding me? Fibbing to my parents kept me from getting the gifts I wanted?" "Were the rules unclear?" Santa asked. "I thought the songs on the subject were so easy to follow." Ginny pinched her eyes in exasperation and then scowled at him. "I'm drunk," she concluded, trying to convince herself none of this was real. "I'm drunker than Sarah Palin and you're not really here. I'm still in bed and this is all bullshit." Santa shrugged. "I was putting stuff under your tree until you arrived and enjoying the nog. I won't mind if you go back to bed." "No, you're not getting off that easily," she said in annoyance. "You broke into my house in the middle of the storm of the fucking century and I want answers, dammit!" He shrugged. "Fair enough. Ask away." Her eyes narrowed again. "Aren't you on kind of a time crunch? Unless I'm the last person on your delivery list, don't you still have a shit ton of houses to visit? Say, a few hundred million?" He waved it off. "I've got it covered, I promise. I have all the time in the world for you, Ginny. I always have." "What, so you sub-contract out?" she said snidely. "Got FedEx making the rounds for you? Or maybe your 'Elves'?" She mentioned the last bit with air quotes. "Goodness, this has been a bad year for you, hasn't it?" he said sympathetically. "But to answer your question, I am capable of being many places at once." "Oh, so now you're the Kwizatz-Haderach?" she asked archly. "Hey, it's not just cinnamon I put in my Christmas cider." Santa chuckled. "It's rather complicated to explain." "So do you, like, clone yourself?" she asked, her guard seeming to slowly come down. "No, not at all," he said, shaking his head. "It involves Cherenkov Radiation, a Holmes field, a Gellar field and, to quote a friend of mine, 'a lot of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey; stuff.'" "So it's some sort of deep quantum shit?" she asked, her body finally relaxing. He nodded, smiling. "Yes, it's very temporal and quantum. I can be many places at once. It's why I don't have to pay for billions in window repairs every year by going supersonic around the world." "So even while you're talking to me, you're delivering presents?" she asked, the sheer depth of the conversation hitting her now. She walked over to a stool and sat on it. "Like I said, it's difficult to explain without breaking out the chalkboard and calculator," he answered. "The magnetic lines between the poles help, especially the one that emanates from the Fortress of Solitude." Ginny blinked. "Fortress of Solitude? As in Superman? You're friends with Superman?" "Of course not!" the jolly man laughed. "There's no such thing as Superman, silly, he's a comic book character. Had you going, though." "Holy shit, Santa's a troll," she exclaimed, looking at him in bewilderment. "Well, okay, let's assume that this is all real and not a vivid hallucination resulting from a brain tumor. If I've been such a brat all these years, how do I make up for it? How do I get off the naughty girl list?" "Well, a little restraint would be a start," Santa suggested. "I'm not saying go out and become a Carthusian nun or a Buddhist priestess or anything, but you might try laying off the rampant promiscuity." "Why is that so bad?" she demanded. "What's so wrong with wanting to get banged?" "Nothing," he said simply. "But inevitably you get yourself into some kind of weird situation and end up lying your behind off and lying is a naughty thing to do. So try keeping your legs bolted together a little more." "Really;" she said, clearly not impressed. "Celibacy lessons from Santa Claus. Now I've heard everything." "According to my report here and speaking frankly, it's taken guys a lot less attractive than me a lot less effort to get you out of your clothes." Santa mentioned. "This coming from a guy who could clearly use a few P90-X sessions!" she shot back hotly, standing up, her robe opening further as she stomped toward him. He looked down at himself for a moment and guffawed. "Oh, right, I keep forgetting about that; hang on;" The man held his hands out to his sides and began to glow. The luminous display lit up the room progressively and Ginny held her hand in front of her face when it became too bright to look at for several seconds. When the light finally died away, leaving them once again in the softly lit living room, Ginny gaped in shock at what she saw. He was tall, powerfully built, with chiseled muscles, an eight pack and flawless, healthy skin. He'd removed his coat but the red pants remained, stretched tight over muscular thighs. Long, wavy, copper-colored hair fell past his shoulders and the full beard was reddish-gold. The sapphire-blue eyes stared down at her, still glittering with mirth. "Holy Jesus on a pogo stick;" she breathed, her voice little more than a whisper. "You're a total lumbersexual;" "This is what I really look like," he said, spreading his hands out to the sides and showing her his body. His chest rippled as the muscles flexed with the motion. "But kids react to the fat old man disguise better." "I'll bet mothers don't," she murmured, coming forward as if compelled and reaching out to touch his chest and washboard abs. "It's like you're Photo-shopped." He smiled as her hands caressed his abs. "You make me want to not get off the naughty list." "I think I know what you really want for Christmas;" he said slyly. Ginny paused and looked up at him in disbelief. "Are you kidding?" "No, I can't lie." the man in red pants replied. "I thought it was Superman who couldn't lie." "Well, the writers had to get that idea from somewhere, I guess." Santa mused. "In any event, if you want, you could end up on the good girl list by being rather naughty." She stared at him. "So; get laid by Santa for Christmas?" He shrugged. "There might be some other goodies in the bag for you, but I think we both know what Ginny really wants and needs for Christmas." "This is crazy, this is crazy, this is crazy!" she thought to herself, wrestling with her sensibilities. "If this is all just a dream, then I can fuck hunky Santa and have no regrets. If this is real, I can fuck sexy Santa and remember it in the morning! It's win-win!" "Well, this is super-easy," she declared. "Santa, I want you to fuck my brains out for Christmas." "With pleasure, Ginny!" he said, laughing merrily. "Whatever you like, however you want it. I have to keep the kiddies happy." "Good, but just don't say 'kiddies' anymore, because that's kinda creepy," she said, throwing her caution to the wind. She knelt down in front of him, putting her hands on the oversized silver belt buckle and undoing it. Letting it drop, she put her fingers on the front of his pants, caressing them over the crotch. Her mouth went dry. "That'd better not be a secondary present sack you're teasing me with;" Ginny hooked her fingers into the top of the velvety pants and pulled them down, revealing his cock. She drew in her breath slowly, her eyes widening. "Jesus," she muttered. "You're hung like a fat kid's Christmas stocking;" "Thanks, I make due." Santa said cheerfully, watching her admire his cock. "By the way, shouldn't I call you something else?" she asked, looking up at him while her hand reached up to take his huge shaft, wrapping around it, barely. "I mean, most people call you Santa Claus, but isn't your name Nick or Kris or something?" He shrugged again, grinning. "Nick, Kris, Klaus, Pelznickel, Joulupukki, Kanakaloka, Dun Che Lao Ren, Weihnachtsmann, Swiety Mikolaj, Hoteiosho, Jultomten, I don't mind, Ginny. I just like hearing you say my name the way you think of me." "Hmm, Santa;" she replied, smiling as she stroked her hand along his shaft, eyeing it hungrily. How the hell was she going to fit that all in her mouth, forget her aching cunt? "Ah, don't use that word," he chided, holding up a finger. "Some words are still naughty, even when you're an adult." "Stay out of my mind then, creeper." Ginny said as she leaned forward and swirled her tongue around the fat head of his cock. She flicked it around the tip and then slowly took it inside her mouth, tongue rolling against it. "The hell? How can his cock taste like mint?" "Just wait til you taste my cum." Santa said, leering. "Fine, but it better not taste like turkey gravy or we're gonna box." Ginny said as she pulled her mouth back for a moment. She pumped her hand gently along the shaft, studying her quarry intently. It was definitely the biggest cock she'd ever taken on, and the best-tasting. She'd been experiencing trippy magic all evening, maybe she could fit this monster in her mouth this one night; She put the head back in her mouth and relaxed, slowly pushing down the shaft. She moaned as she felt him slide to the back of her mouth and then to her throat. She felt him tremble and lay a huge but gentle hand on the back of her head. "Holy shit; I'm deep-throating Santa Claus;" Ginny took a deep breath through her nose and then tried to relax. Her whole body was tingling with excitement and the whole minty cock thing was throwing her off. Her tongue undulated along the underside of his shaft while the fingers of one hand formed a ring around the base of his cock and the other cupped his balls, fondling them. Ginny was proud of her cocksucking skills and if there was anyone she ever needed to impress with them (aside from her 11th Grade math teacher), it was probably Santa. She calmed herself and began pulling her mouth back along his length, humming and letting her lips vibrate softly on his sensitive skin. "Now I know why Mister Bondi gave you that A in math," Santa chuckled. "You're a very naughty girl, Virginia." "Hmm, only for you, Santa baby;" she cooed as she pulled her mouth off his cock long enough to respond, stroking slowly and swirling her tongue around the head again. She then slid back down the entire length, moaning in pleasure. She could feel her nipples getting hard and her cunt was very, very wet beneath her robe. Both his hands were on the back of her head now and holding her gently but firmly. She began to slowly bob back and forth, thrilled at how she was able to take this enormous beast of a cock all the way in her mouth. Sure, maybe there was some weird physics involved that compressed space and time or some shit, but she didn't care and he certainly didn't seem to mind. "Hmm, very good, Virginia;" he said softly, stroking her hair. No one ever called her Virginia and she didn't know why it gave her a tingle when he did. His cock was very full and very hard now, like a pulsing iron rod covered in mint-flavored velvet. She almost giggled at the thought of how crazy this all was. She really hoped it wasn't a dream. Her thumb began to squeeze along the underside of his cock as her hand followed her mouth up and down his length. The shaft glistened wetly and the mint was making her drool. She undid her robe and let it fall away, the air of the room kissing her flushed skin. Her hands now took hold of his powerful thighs and she began moving back and forth along his cock more quickly. She could feel his hands flexing in her long, dark hair, caressing her skin. Breathing through her nose, she moaned as she sucked ardently, her cunt almost aching with desire. She was hoping he would last long enough to fuck her when he went rigid suddenly and groaned, gripping her head tightly and his hips shuddering. Ginny's eyes widened as she felt him began to cum inside her mouth, spurting strongly. She began swallowing hastily, almost in a panic as Santa pumped his hips against her face. "Holy shit! Fucking eggnog?" He kept cumming and she was sure she might actually drown when he pulled his huge cock out of her mouth and pumped it furiously in his hand, spattering her tits and stomach with his glistening load. She'd never seen so much cum in her life. It tingled on her skin. Finally, Santa relaxed, allowing Ginny to put her mouth back around his cock and suck the rest of his cum from him. He was sighing and breathing rather heavily, apparently having enjoyed himself. She eventually released him and smiled up at him wickedly. "So," she cooed, winking while she gently pumped his cock with her hand. "Am I back on the good girl list?" "Oh, I'd think so," he said, grinned. "But it's not like I've given you your whole present yet." "Jeez, you can still go?" she asked almost in disbelief but also delighted. She really needed to be fucked hard now. "Your cock taste like mint, your cum tastes like nog, your ass probably tastes like hot cocoa or nutmeg and you can keep it up all night?" "Up all night is kind of my thing, at least once a year." Santa said cheerfully. "So how would you like for me to give you the rest of your present, Virginia?" "Well, golly, Santa," she mused, making a show of thinking while she stroked his cock. "Since you seem to be the gift that keeps on giving, how about we just wing it?" He nodded and she stood up, keeping hold of his cock and gently led him over to the large chesterfield, hoping it would hold his rather muscular frame. She knelt on it, resting her arms along the raised back and smiled at him, wiggling her behind. She wouldn't believe how wet her cunt was. "You gonna hurry down my chimney, Santa-baby?" she asked, smiling slyly. "I can't believe you just said that!" he laughed jovially. He may not have been older, fatter Santa, but the laugh still definitely suited him. He stepped up behind her and took gentle hold of her hips. She could feel him press against her ass and she shivered in anticipation. He slid his massive cock up and down between her ass cheeks, teasing her until she was writhing in desperation. He seemed to know instinctively what she loved most. Which only made sense, since he was Santa. "Ready, Virginia?" he asked as he pressed the huge mushroom head against her sticky cunt. She nodded eagerly, unwilling to speak. He slid the head in, parting her lips and penetrating her. She groaned loudly as he began to stretch her inner walls. With a slow, steady push of his hips, he pushed the entire length of his cock deep inside her. It robbed her of her breath, she'd never felt so full in her life, even that one time she'd been so horny she'd fucked her parent's bedpost. "Ah; uh;" she gasped, eyes wide. The sensations were like nothing she'd ever experienced. His cock completely filled her to a delightful stretch that didn't hurt except in the good way. His iron shaft throbbed in time with her heartbeat. It was wonderfully warm but also strangely cool all at once, tingling, like mint again. How the hell could her cunt taste peppermint? "Language, Virginia;" he chided again as he pressed in just a little bit further. By right his cockhead should have bruising her brainstem, but there was no doubt some weird physics shit involved that she decided not to think about. She was getting fucked by Santa, after all. She pressed her forehead against the back of the couch and tried squeezing her cunt around his titan cock or pressing back against him, squirming her ass against his hips. She shuddered in delight, loving how he felt inside her. His hands reached under her body and squeezed and massaged her tits, sending delicious thrills through her. He began to move slowly back and forth, pulling back until just the tip was inside her and pushing in steadily, almost robbing her of breath. She began to feel like a blacksmith's bellows very quickly. The feel of his cock sliding inside her, stretching her and touching deep inside in ways she hadn't known were possible; "Oh my god;" she gasped, fingers digging into the back of the couch. "You're tearing me apart and I love it;" "Only the best for my Virginia," he said, his ruddy cheeks taking on a flush tone as he fucked her. Her fingers squeezed the meat of her thighs and hips or flexed on her ass cheeks. His heavy balls slapped against her cunt as he drove inside her. Strong yet gentle, forceful and commanding yet accommodating. She felt dominated yet exalted somehow. His hand wrapped in her hair and she groaned loudly as he pulled on it, craning her neck. She shuddered in pleasure, feeling her spine almost accordion as he thrust inside while pulling her head back. Her could feel the pulse of his cock through her whole body. Her nails scratched along the couch, almost clawing it. "Uh, you're gonna make me cum so fucking hard;" she wailed, feeling the sweat forming on her skin. "Oh my gawd;" "You're going to make me cum hard too," he panted, thrusting deep inside, thumping his hips against her ass. "You feel wonderful and tight, Virginia;" "Oh, God, he's gonna cum in me;" she realized. "Santa's gonna fucking cum in me and he's not wearing anything! Will my birth control work? Shit, will my kids always smell like mint?" "Oh, God, cum in me!" she panted, thrusting herself back against him and grinding shamelessly. "Fucking cum in me, Santa!" "Ya want me to cum in you?" he hissed, his body beginning to tremble. It felt like his cock was getting bigger inside her. "Want my cum in you?" "God, yes!" Ginny squeaked, clenching her teeth. "Fucking cum in me and make me scream!" They strained against one another desperately and then she cried out as a massive orgasm crashed over her. It battered her senses as she felt his hot-yet-tingly-cool cum bathing her insides relentlessly. Her cunt was making greedy sucking sounds as she came, her whole body shuddering almost uncontrollably. She squeezed and clenched and rippled her tight tunnel round him, reveling in the way he stretched and penetrated her ever more deeply. She collapsed against the chesterfield, panting heavily, her body drenched in sweat. His massive, hard cock was still deep inside her, pinning her to him. She felt like she was made of lead, an exquisite exhaustion while pleasure crawled over her languidly. That was beyond anything she had ever experienced. But he didn't seem to be done with her. His powerful hands took hold of Ginny and turned her around so she was squatting on the couch, her knees spread wide and her arms slung across the high back. She looked up at him in weary astonishment as he nestled himself between her legs and pressed his cock against her sopping cunt again. "Ah!" she wailed as he slid deep inside her again, his huge cock splitting her wide. Her nails dug into the couch again and she clenched her teeth as she sucked in her breath. Ginny tried to regulate her breathing while Santa began sliding in and out slowly, looking down at her with those penetrating blue eyes. "Jesus," she grunted, feeling almost like a rag doll in his hands, which gripped her hips. "Gonna fucking kill me with that thing!" "Oh, let's hope not," he replied, thrusting into her strongly. "I'm nowhere near done with you." She gazed up at him, trembling as he fucked her good and hard. She bit her lip as he squeezed her thighs, before moving his hands up to squeeze her tits, pinching her nipples. She groaned shamelessly as the delicious sting electrified her senses. She tried to squeeze herself around him, baffled by how big he felt inside her. She gasped and whimpered as he slapped her cunt lightly. She reached forward and raked her nails over his powerful chest, leaving red marks along the defined muscles. She ground her hips against him wantonly, thrilling to the look of pleasure on this face. "Uh, fuckin' wreck me;" she gasped, feeling another massive climax building inside her. "Make me cum on that beautiful cock, Santa!" "I'll take 'Things Virginia Never Thought She'd Ever Hear Herself Say' for a thousand, Alex!" he laughed. He reached down and took her ass her hands and pulled her closer, smiling warmly yet wickedly into her eyes as she sank further onto his cock, which penetrated her to the deepest depths yet. She could feel the head pressing against her womb. It didn't hurt, but she felt fuller and more stretched than ever. She felt him squeeze her ass cheeks while he thrust into her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held on tight, bumping up and down on his powerful thighs. She moaned loudly and bit his shoulder, trying not to shriek. She tried to squeeze herself around him again, finding that she could barely control her muscles, let alone fuck. She bit down as the warmth spread through her, tears of pleasure in her eyes. He thumped his hips against her even more strongly and they strained against one another. Then he growled and released himself, pumping her once again full of his tingling cum. She shuddered and cried out loudly, her head spinning from the unreal ecstasy. Crushing herself to him, Ginny held on desperately, like a ship battered by an unrelenting storm. They both slumped onto the couch, breathing heavily. She felt small and almost cocooned in his embrace. She was covered in a heavy sheen of sweat and could feel the thrilling tingle of his cum trickling out of her cunt. It wouldn't be a stain on her couch, it was a mark of honor. Their hearts pounded in rhythm as the orgasm passed over them and slowly flowed away. "Holy shit;" she whispered, her body still limp in his arms. "I think you've ruined me for sex. I should be mad;" "You have to admit, it makes sense that I'm better at gift-giving than anyone else on the planet." Santa reasoned, smiling and stroking her hair while she sat in his lap. "I'd say you were a little pent up there." "Mild understatement," she moaned, finally raising her head and smiling up at him. "Thank you, first of all. That was the best thing I've ever felt in my life." "I aim to please," he said cheerfully, caressing his thumb across her cheek and enjoying the shining look in her eyes. "Kinda my thing, after all." "So," Ginny purred, walking to fingers up his broad chest. "Is there a Mrs. Claus?" He shrugged. "There has been, of course." She paused suddenly and looked up at him, her smile replaced by a deadpan look. "What do you mean, there has been?" He seemed somewhat confused by her change in demeanor. "Well, there has been a few in the past, of course, there was Seeki first, then there was Ahoop, followed by Annalina, then Layla, Martha, Juliana, Gretchen and Jessica, Santarina, Kasey, Mary;" "I see," she said stonily. "You've had more wives than Elizabeth Taylor had husbands." "Well, to be fair, they've been spread over a long period of time." Santa replied. "And they were all special to me." "So then I'm not special." Ginny said flatly. "Well of course you are," he said, not understanding her mood swing. "You're my Virginia." "And Becky down the street is your Becky, and Sarah in the blue house is your Sarah and Hilda in Dusseldorf is your Hilda," she concluded. "Everyone's equally special to you, aren't they?" He didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry, I'm not being fair," she sighed. "I just; well, I thought maybe this; ya know, tonight, was truly special. And clearly you're not good at lying." "Well, no, not at all." Santa agreed, still holding her and wondering how he could comfort her. "I can't lie." "Like, literally can't?" she asked, now curious more than anything. "It's part of your genetic makeup that you can't lie?" "No, nothing like that," he admitted. "But after spending centuries with kids and teaching them to always tell the truth, I haven't tried telling a lie in so long I don't even know how to do it." "You don't know how to lie?" she mused. "If I did, it wouldn't be the least bit believable," he said. "Like, if I said right now that your breath smells wonderful and not like old eggnog and vomit, I somehow doubt you'd believe my lie." "No shit," Ginny replied, giving him a stony look. "You're a horrible liar. You've got the subtlety of a cement truck. Good thing you're Santa and don't have to date to charm a girl." He held her close, hugging her tight to comfort her. She sighed deeply, still impaled on his hard cock, which showed no sign of abating. "God, I can't believe you've still got wood after cumming like a fire hydrant three times," she said, her mood softening. She was having the best sex of her life, she reminded herself not to ruin it by being crazy. "How long can you keep going?" He shrugged his muscular shoulders. "How long do you need me to?" "Actually, it doesn't surprise me that's your answer." Ginny said, smirking. "If you've got the time, I've got another itch that needs scratching." He grinned. "So you haven't broken in that hot tub yet, have you?" "Oh, Santa;" she purred, leaning in and biting his earlobe. "Like you don't make me wet already." He picked her up and carried her toward the Jacuzzi, deftly turning it on with his foot and bringing it rumbling to life. He stepped down into the churning water, setting her one of the seats. As he stood up, she leaned forward and hungrily took his enormous cock into her mouth, sucking ardently. She moved forward and knelt in the water, her hands on his hips again or stroking his balls. He picked her up bodily and turned her upside. Ginny squeaked in surprise at first but found his hips in front of her and began sucking again on his tool without delay. He buried his face in her cunt, tongue snaking deep inside her and she groaned gutturally, Holding her in place with one powerful hand, her teased her taint and then pressed a finger into her ass. "Jesus!" she gasped, almost choking on his cock as he wormed the finger down into her tight tunnel. "Oh, fuck! Your finger is bigger than some dicks I've fucked!" She attacked his cock again eagerly, bobbing back and forth like her life depended on it. She squirmed in his grip as he lashed her cunt with his tongue and fingered her ass. Her fingernails dug into his thighs and her knees locked around his neck. His cock throbbed in her mouth, still thrilling her with its unique and incredible taste. He turned her around again and paid her on the edge of the hot tub, spreading her legs wide. She looked on wantonly as he pushed his tongue back inside her again. He gripped her thighs to hold her in place and she groaned and squirmed, squeezing her tits and pulling on her nipples. Her breath came in ragged gasps as he drove her to the limit of her sensations. Ginny shook and thrashed as she cried out loudly, cumming on his face. He didn't let up, lapping at her essence eagerly. She lay like a dead thing for several seconds before her chest began to rise and fall. Her eyes opened, gazing back at him. She couldn't feel her limbs, just floating on a tingling ocean of deep colors. Santa looked up at her and smiled, pulling his tongue out of her cunt and kissing her clit gently. She shivered at the touch. "One hole left, Santa," she breathed, her body glistening. "Got any left in you to perfect my Christmas?" "Always for you, Virginia." Santa said warmly, standing and raising her gently into a sitting position. He settled down into the water on one of the seats and then pulled her onto his lap, facing away from him. She moved her hips around until she found his rock-hard cock, waiting for her. She placed her puckered knot against it, giggling as she thought about what he was about to do to her. She took his shaft in her hand and held it steady while she sank down, very slowly. Ginny gasped and shivered as the head pushed aside the tight ring of muscle, popping inside her. Then she sighed as she lowered herself, feeling his massive cock stretching her tight tunnel wide. God, she felt so full it was unreal. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, her ass cheeks pressed to his lap. He was all the way inside her ass and her held her closed as she settled back against him, purring in sensual pleasure. "Umm, it's never felt this good in my ass before," she said softly, her arms reaching back to curl around his neck. She gyrated slowly on his lap, moaning softly. "A gal could get used to this." His muscular arms wrapped around her and caressed Ginny's body, massaging her tits. She loved how she felt pinned to him. She had finally found the measure of her body and began to squeeze her tight ass around his cock. She squirmed in slow circles on his lap, wishing she had some music to fuck him to. Her stereo system suddenly came on and began playing 'It's Cold Outside'. She giggled and squeezed his neck gently at his thoughtfulness. "You think of everything, don't you?" she purred, lost in her pleasure. "I can't wait to make you cum again." He smiled wickedly and pulled gently on her nipples, causing her to groan at the welcome sting. She pressed her ass back into his lap, squeezing again around his throbbing shaft. The water bubbled and churned around her waist, the heat leaving her skin shining. She began to pant as she moved her hips faster, stopping the circular motions and started to move up and down, his cock sliding in and out of her. Santa took hold of her hips and let her bounce on his lap. Ginny leaned forward, gasping as she fondled her tits, overcome with a liquid heat as his cock impaled her faster and faster. Water splashed around them as the fucking took on an almost frantic pace. Ginny had never felt anything in her ass like this before, nothing even close to this good. She could very easily become an addict. "Uh, fuck!" she grunted, slamming her ass down on him while one hand snaked down and began massaging her cunt and clit. His hands steadied her and helped moved her up and down. She could feel his hips trembling beneath her, his fingers flexing and squeezing her skin. Her panting became a long, drawn-out keening. She clenched her teeth, shuddering and straining as she tried to prolong the fucking; Ginny screamed and pushed herself back against his massive chest violently, thrashing as she clenched his cock inside her ass while he came. His cream flooded inside her, the unreal hot-cool tingling transporting her. He growled in her ear, almost crushing her comparatively tiny frame against himself. She collapsed, utterly exhausted, her chest rising and falling as the world spun around her. She felt him holding her gently, caressing her body in unique ways that seemed to; regulate her blood flow and nerve sensations, making the post-orgasmic bliss she was feeling last as long as possible. She felt herself smile and hum at his consideration, understanding this this is who he was and what he was meant to do. Ginny then did something she almost never did during sex, she leaned her head back, pressed her lips to his and kissed him deeply and with great affection. She held it for as long as she could and then sank back into his embrace, sighing in contentment. "Wish you were advertising for a Mrs. Claus at the moment," she said softly. "I could get used to this." "I like things the way they are," he replied, hugging her. "Every year I get to reward you for being a good girl. What could be better than that?" "True, I guess," Ginny agreed. "I'm only human, all this sex could kill me." "Hey, I'm human too, you know," he chuckled. "Just because I'm immeasurably older than you and subject to quantum laws even my smartest elf couldn't explain doesn't mean I'm a member of some other species." "Okay, that's fair, although I'd still fuck you if you were an alien or some extra-dimensional being." Ginny admitted. "You've come in me a lot tonight, daddy. Do I need to” "No," he said cheerfully. "I'm not sterile, but you can't get pregnant unless I decide you will and I've never allowed it." "I wonder what a Santa kid would be like," she mused. "More like you or the mom?" "No idea," he confessed. "There's not exactly a manual, so I've never taken a chance." She slowly leaned forward and began to rise, shivering as she slid off his long cock and it popped out of her. She knelt and turned around to face him, not sure she could stand yet, looking up at his still hard cock and giggled, pressing her finger against the head. "Well, I think you can take him off duty, sir," she said sweetly. "I'm pretty sure that I'm all fucked out for the night, if not the whole season." He chuckled and let his cock soften, looking into her eyes and caressing his cheek. "Hopefully that was what you needed for Christmas." "Definitely, Santa." Ginny said, giggling. "Is it greedy to want the same present again next year?" "Not at all," he replied, grinning. "It cuts down on elf-labor hours if I can give people a gift mysteriously." Santa paused in speaking, going silent and looking around, as if listening for something. Neither of them touched the controls, but the motor for the jets turned off and all that could be heard was the howling roar of the winter storm outside. Ginny looked at him in confusion, wondering why his features hardened and a scowl crossed his normally jovial face. "That's no storm," he said in a low, growling voice. "Not a regular one, anyway." "What does that mean?" she asked, his reaction worrying her for reasons she couldn't readily explain. What the hell was a 'not regular' storm, according to Santa, or anyone else for that matter? He stood up and strode out of the hot tub, taking her by the hand and pulling her out with him. Their naked bodies glistened with water but this was the farthest thing from her mind. "What's going on?" she asked, his consternation beginning to frighten her now. She watched as he tossed her the robe she'd been wearing earlier and then started pulling on his pants and sturdy black boots. "It's just a winter storm! Isn't it?" "I wish that were true," he replied, his expression grim. "Listen to me very carefully, Virginia. I'll need you to follow me instructions precisely. Do you understand?" She nodded. "Okay, but” "Good," he said, cutting her off, his eyes flashing. "It's very important to your safety." "Can you at least tell me what's happening?" she pleaded. "Krampus." Santa muttered darkly as he wrapped bright red straps around his wrists, tightening them. "I should've been more careful." "What's Krampus?" she asked, going pale and she paused in putting on her robe, one of her tits hanging out. "Krampus isn't a what, Krampus is a who," he said, his eyes scanning the layout of her expansive living room. "He's also called Black Pete in some places and legend says he's supposed to be my evil henchman who punishes wicked children." "I take it that's not true, then?" she asked, looking around like he did, wondering what he was searching for. "Not even close," he growled. "Pardon my French, but Krampus is an evil sonofabitch. He was, at one time long ago, my dedicated helper, but he turned down the path of darkness, becoming twisted and diabolic. Forget punishing children, he wants to destroy Christmas, like it never happened." "What's that got to do with us here?" she asked, trying to keep her voice from trembling. "Can he reach us in this storm?" "This storm is his doing, I recognize it now," Santa said, striding over to his huge Christmas bag and beginning to rummage in it. "A massive storm always precedes his arrival. It can be mistaken for a regular winter storm if you're not paying

"Rocks Off" The Connecticut-born singer songwriter Sean Griffin has helmed the Irish punk outfit The Ruffians for close to thirty years. With three great albums under their belts, the band has played shows with everyone from Shane MacGowan to Black 47 and in the process, they've garnered a reputation for being one of the best live acts around. Sean's solo work swaps some of the traditional instrumentation of the Ruffians and makes winning detours into Britpop and indie rock bliss. His first single was the rousing "People Are Mad" which was followed up by "Rocks Off" which is a swaggering blast of pop mastery which may very well be a late entry into one of the year's biggest bangers. Griffin's voice has plenty of muscle and plenty of elegance and that rare mix brings to mind the raw but polished athleticism of a gymnast, which, by the way, Griffin actually was. We talk about that and so much more... www.seangriffinrocks.com (http://www.seangriffinrocks.com) www.bombshellradio.com (http://www.bombshellradio.com) www.stereoembersmagazine.com www.alexgreenbooks.com (http://www.alexgreenbooks.com) Stereo Embers BLUESKY + IG: @emberspodcast Email: editor@stereoembersmagazine.com

 We visited with Sean Griffin on this episode about his forthcoming album, how his process has changed over the years, his supportive wife, and his single “Rocks Off.”  Sean Griffin is a veteran singer-songwriter and the charismatic founding frontman of Celtic rock cult favorites The Ruffians. After years fronting rowdy pub stages and raising six kids while running a successful business, Griffin returns with his solo debut — a raucous, reflectivecollection of songs that blend punk energy, folk storytelling, and hook-filled rock melodies. Steeped in Irish tradition and punk rebellion, his music channels the spirit of The Pogues and Joe Strummer, with a voice full of grit, wit, and soul. His new single, “People Are Mad,” is a barroomanthem for chaotic times — rowdy, unfiltered, and ready to raise a glass.  Be sure to check Sean out here:  Website: Seangriffinofficial.com  IG: Griffin.sean  Facebook: Sean Griffin  And watch the video on YouTube here: https://youtu.be/NbBWhs7-Oi4 

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How did Tokyo—Japan's capital, global city, tourist hotspot and financial center—get to where it is today? Tokyo–or then, Edo–had a rather unglamorous start, as a backwater on Japan's eastern coast before Tokugawa decided to make it his de facto capital. Eiko Maruko Siniawer picks ten distinct moments in Edo's, and then Tokyo's, history to show how this village became one of the world's most important cities. Moments like a brief crackdown on kabuki theater, or the opening ceremony of the 2020 Tokyo Olympics make up the chapters of what's appropriately titled Ten Moments That Shaped Tokyo (Cambridge University Press: 2025) Eiko is the Charles R. Keller Professor of History at Williams College. A historian of modern Japan who has researched a wide range of topics, she is the author of three books—Ruffians, Yakuza, Nationalists: The Violent Politics of Modern Japan, 1860-1960 (Cornell University Press: 2015), Waste: Consuming Postwar Japan (Cornell University Press: 2024), and Ten Moments That Shaped Tokyo. She has also published articles in leading academic journals, such as “‘Affluence of the Heart': Wastefulness and the Search for Meaning in Millennial Japan” in the Journal of Asian Studies, and “‘Toilet Paper Panic': Uncertainty and Insecurity in Early 1970s Japan” in the American Historical Review. You can find more reviews, excerpts, interviews, and essays at The Asian Review of Books, including its review of Ten Moments That Shaped Tokyo. Follow on Twitter at @BookReviewsAsia. Nicholas Gordon is an editor for a global magazine, and a reviewer for the Asian Review of Books. He can be found on Twitter at @nickrigordon. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/new-books-network

How did Tokyo—Japan's capital, global city, tourist hotspot and financial center—get to where it is today? Tokyo–or then, Edo–had a rather unglamorous start, as a backwater on Japan's eastern coast before Tokugawa decided to make it his de facto capital. Eiko Maruko Siniawer picks ten distinct moments in Edo's, and then Tokyo's, history to show how this village became one of the world's most important cities. Moments like a brief crackdown on kabuki theater, or the opening ceremony of the 2020 Tokyo Olympics make up the chapters of what's appropriately titled Ten Moments That Shaped Tokyo (Cambridge University Press: 2025) Eiko is the Charles R. Keller Professor of History at Williams College. A historian of modern Japan who has researched a wide range of topics, she is the author of three books—Ruffians, Yakuza, Nationalists: The Violent Politics of Modern Japan, 1860-1960 (Cornell University Press: 2015), Waste: Consuming Postwar Japan (Cornell University Press: 2024), and Ten Moments That Shaped Tokyo. She has also published articles in leading academic journals, such as “‘Affluence of the Heart': Wastefulness and the Search for Meaning in Millennial Japan” in the Journal of Asian Studies, and “‘Toilet Paper Panic': Uncertainty and Insecurity in Early 1970s Japan” in the American Historical Review. You can find more reviews, excerpts, interviews, and essays at The Asian Review of Books, including its review of Ten Moments That Shaped Tokyo. Follow on Twitter at @BookReviewsAsia. Nicholas Gordon is an editor for a global magazine, and a reviewer for the Asian Review of Books. He can be found on Twitter at @nickrigordon. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/east-asian-studies

How did Tokyo—Japan's capital, global city, tourist hotspot and financial center—get to where it is today? Tokyo–or then, Edo–had a rather unglamorous start, as a backwater on Japan's eastern coast before Tokugawa decided to make it his de facto capital. Eiko Maruko Siniawer picks ten distinct moments in Edo's, and then Tokyo's, history to show how this village became one of the world's most important cities. Moments like a brief crackdown on kabuki theater, or the opening ceremony of the 2020 Tokyo Olympics make up the chapters of what's appropriately titled Ten Moments That Shaped Tokyo (Cambridge University Press: 2025) Eiko is the Charles R. Keller Professor of History at Williams College. A historian of modern Japan who has researched a wide range of topics, she is the author of three books—Ruffians, Yakuza, Nationalists: The Violent Politics of Modern Japan, 1860-1960 (Cornell University Press: 2015), Waste: Consuming Postwar Japan (Cornell University Press: 2024), and Ten Moments That Shaped Tokyo. She has also published articles in leading academic journals, such as “‘Affluence of the Heart': Wastefulness and the Search for Meaning in Millennial Japan” in the Journal of Asian Studies, and “‘Toilet Paper Panic': Uncertainty and Insecurity in Early 1970s Japan” in the American Historical Review. You can find more reviews, excerpts, interviews, and essays at The Asian Review of Books, including its review of Ten Moments That Shaped Tokyo. Follow on Twitter at @BookReviewsAsia. Nicholas Gordon is an editor for a global magazine, and a reviewer for the Asian Review of Books. He can be found on Twitter at @nickrigordon. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

How did Tokyo—Japan's capital, global city, tourist hotspot and financial center—get to where it is today? Tokyo–or then, Edo–had a rather unglamorous start, as a backwater on Japan's eastern coast before Tokugawa decided to make it his de facto capital. Eiko Maruko Siniawer picks ten distinct moments in Edo's, and then Tokyo's, history to show how this village became one of the world's most important cities. Moments like a brief crackdown on kabuki theater, or the opening ceremony of the 2020 Tokyo Olympics make up the chapters of what's appropriately titled Ten Moments That Shaped Tokyo (Cambridge University Press: 2025) Eiko is the Charles R. Keller Professor of History at Williams College. A historian of modern Japan who has researched a wide range of topics, she is the author of three books—Ruffians, Yakuza, Nationalists: The Violent Politics of Modern Japan, 1860-1960 (Cornell University Press: 2015), Waste: Consuming Postwar Japan (Cornell University Press: 2024), and Ten Moments That Shaped Tokyo. She has also published articles in leading academic journals, such as “‘Affluence of the Heart': Wastefulness and the Search for Meaning in Millennial Japan” in the Journal of Asian Studies, and “‘Toilet Paper Panic': Uncertainty and Insecurity in Early 1970s Japan” in the American Historical Review. You can find more reviews, excerpts, interviews, and essays at The Asian Review of Books, including its review of Ten Moments That Shaped Tokyo. Follow on Twitter at @BookReviewsAsia. Nicholas Gordon is an editor for a global magazine, and a reviewer for the Asian Review of Books. He can be found on Twitter at @nickrigordon. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/asian-review

How did Tokyo—Japan's capital, global city, tourist hotspot and financial center—get to where it is today? Tokyo–or then, Edo–had a rather unglamorous start, as a backwater on Japan's eastern coast before Tokugawa decided to make it his de facto capital. Eiko Maruko Siniawer picks ten distinct moments in Edo's, and then Tokyo's, history to show how this village became one of the world's most important cities. Moments like a brief crackdown on kabuki theater, or the opening ceremony of the 2020 Tokyo Olympics make up the chapters of what's appropriately titled Ten Moments That Shaped Tokyo (Cambridge University Press: 2025) Eiko is the Charles R. Keller Professor of History at Williams College. A historian of modern Japan who has researched a wide range of topics, she is the author of three books—Ruffians, Yakuza, Nationalists: The Violent Politics of Modern Japan, 1860-1960 (Cornell University Press: 2015), Waste: Consuming Postwar Japan (Cornell University Press: 2024), and Ten Moments That Shaped Tokyo. She has also published articles in leading academic journals, such as “‘Affluence of the Heart': Wastefulness and the Search for Meaning in Millennial Japan” in the Journal of Asian Studies, and “‘Toilet Paper Panic': Uncertainty and Insecurity in Early 1970s Japan” in the American Historical Review. You can find more reviews, excerpts, interviews, and essays at The Asian Review of Books, including its review of Ten Moments That Shaped Tokyo. Follow on Twitter at @BookReviewsAsia. Nicholas Gordon is an editor for a global magazine, and a reviewer for the Asian Review of Books. He can be found on Twitter at @nickrigordon.

How did Tokyo—Japan's capital, global city, tourist hotspot and financial center—get to where it is today? Tokyo–or then, Edo–had a rather unglamorous start, as a backwater on Japan's eastern coast before Tokugawa decided to make it his de facto capital. Eiko Maruko Siniawer picks ten distinct moments in Edo's, and then Tokyo's, history to show how this village became one of the world's most important cities. Moments like a brief crackdown on kabuki theater, or the opening ceremony of the 2020 Tokyo Olympics make up the chapters of what's appropriately titled Ten Moments That Shaped Tokyo (Cambridge University Press: 2025) Eiko is the Charles R. Keller Professor of History at Williams College. A historian of modern Japan who has researched a wide range of topics, she is the author of three books—Ruffians, Yakuza, Nationalists: The Violent Politics of Modern Japan, 1860-1960 (Cornell University Press: 2015), Waste: Consuming Postwar Japan (Cornell University Press: 2024), and Ten Moments That Shaped Tokyo. She has also published articles in leading academic journals, such as “‘Affluence of the Heart': Wastefulness and the Search for Meaning in Millennial Japan” in the Journal of Asian Studies, and “‘Toilet Paper Panic': Uncertainty and Insecurity in Early 1970s Japan” in the American Historical Review. You can find more reviews, excerpts, interviews, and essays at The Asian Review of Books, including its review of Ten Moments That Shaped Tokyo. Follow on Twitter at @BookReviewsAsia. Nicholas Gordon is an editor for a global magazine, and a reviewer for the Asian Review of Books. He can be found on Twitter at @nickrigordon. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/japanese-studies

In the summer of '75 it was becoming clear that something special was happening in Boston. A rookie centerfielder was having a season for the ages. Fred Lynn would lead the Sox to the pennant behind one of the greatest, if not THE greatest rookie season in baseball history. The first year sensation would become the first player to win Rookie of the Year and MVP in the same season. It culminated in a World Series that 50 years later is considered to be one of the all-time classics with the Sox and the Reds providing thrill after thrill that saw reach a 7th game after Carlton Fisk's legendary home run over the Monster and off the Pole in left to win Game 6. It was widely considered the sports story of the year with future Hall of Fame players throughout both rosters. The star power of Rose, Rice, Yaz, Morgan, Fisk and Perez along with Tiant, Lynn, Concepcion, Foster, and Griffey was off the charts… and the Big Red Machine finally prevailed in that game 7 to win the Series. That was one to remember… the other big story was one we'd like to forget… The Match Race between Foolish Pleasure and the great filly, Ruffian was the talk of the horse racing world and the excitement at Belmont Park was similar to when Secretariat was going for the triple crown at the same track two years earlier…  After a blistering 1/4 mile, Ruffian had just taken the lead by a neck over the Kentucky Derby winner… in fact, that first 1/2 mile was the only time in Ruffians career she ever trailed in a race… she was running with the boys and holding her own… when she suffered a catastrophic leg injury breaking two bones in her right leg. The great horse continued to run for a bit even on the broken leg as her jockey Jacinto Vasquez tried to bring her to a stop. The jubilant atmosphere came to a sudden stop at the race track and nationwide as the TV audience realized what had just taken place… there was no way to describe it, yet that was the job of Dave Johnson, the track announcer at Belmont… Even he was at a loss for words as the ambulance made its way on to the track to tend to the fallen horse… she would be carted away, and after multiple attempts to save her, the great Ruffian was finally put to rest. Johnson was off the next two days, but when he returned to work on Wednesday he said there was one word that described everything…  “Crying” Everyone was crying. Writers, trainers, guys in the stall… women in the offices… everywhere you went, people were at a loss… In a career that would span over 50 years, it was as tough a day as Johnson can recall. Now 84, the legendary Horse Racing announcer is still as energetic and exuberant when it comes to the sport he loves. On the Past Our Prime podcast, Johnson shares inside details on that horrific July day when Ruffian rode for the final fatal time… He talks about how the atmosphere at the track was electric and how he thought Ruffian would remain undefeated after beating Foolish Pleasure… but it didn't happen the way anybody thought it would. Johnson also reflects on the recent passing of his good friend, D. Wayne Lukas and gives personal insights to what made him such a great trainer… and an even better person. The legendary trainer was 89 years old when he died June 28th… just 16 days after the final horse he trained won a race… Johnson claims his work ethic was second to none and that Lukas was everything that was good about the sport. “And down the stretch they come!!!”… A legendary call from a legendary broadcaster talking about a legendary horse and a legendary trainer… sounds like a legendary show… and it is… The Past Our Prime podcast with Dave Johnson… listen wherever you get your podcasts. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

What does it mean to uphold justice when faced with the defense of the seemingly indefensible? Join us as we talk about Thomas B. Davis' thought-provoking book, "Defense of the Ruffians: A Dialogue with Conscience," with a unique perspective from within the Masonic tradition. My guest this week is RW Don Gorham, Grand Tiler of the Grand Lodge of New York, who shares his insights on the book's exploration of ethics, the presumption of innocence, and how you can share this Masonic Light in your Lodge.Show notes: Join us on Patreon. Start your FREE seven day trial to the Craftsmen Online Podcast and get instant access to our bonus content! Whether it's a one time donation or you become a Patreon Subscriber, we appreciate your support.Get involved with America 250, share your Lodge event and see what's happening with the Grand Lodge of New York!Visit the Craftsmen Online website to learn more about our next Reading Room event, New York Masonic History and our Masonic Education blog!Follow the Craftsmen Online Podcast on Spotify.Subscribe to the Craftsmen Online Podcast on Apple Podcasts.Follow Craftsmen Online on YouTube, hit subscribe and get notified the next time we go LIVE with a podcast recording!Yes, we're on Tik Tok and Instagram.Get our latest announcements and important updates in your inbox with the Craftsmen Online Newsletter.Email the host, RW Michael Arce! Yes, we will read your email and may even reach out to be a guest on a future episode.Sponsor offer: Don't forget to use the promo code CRAFTSMEN to receive free shipping with your first order from Bricks Masons!Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/craftsmen-online-podcast--4822031/support.

Welcome to our class on Anava . We've been talking a lot about working on humility. Rabbi Chaim Friedlander's sefer Siftei Chaim , on the topic of Middot (page 133) asks a powerful question. He points out that the Mesilat Yesharim bases his sefer on the ladder of levels that are described by Rabbi Pinchas ben Yair, starting with Torah. Learning Torah brings to Zehirut/being careful, which brings one to Zerizut/being fast, which brings to Nekiut/being pure and goes on to Prishut/separating oneself physicality , purity and Hasidut/piousness. All the way at the end is humility . Humility is one of the last of the levels. It brings to one to Ruach , Hakodesh etc, and then we reach perfection. So seemingly, if we go step by step up the ladder, if we haven't yet conquered purity and piousness, how are we even talking about humility, which is so high up? To answer, the Siftei Chaim quotes a mashal he heard from Rav Yerucham Levovitz, the famed Mashgiach of the Mir in Europe, who says: When a person goes to a feast of kings, there are many, many portions and courses. There's the first course, the second course, the third course . I was once told that at the queen's table in England there are four forks and three knives! There are so many different hors d'oeuvres, appetizers, entrees, desserts… But what happens if a poor man walks in during the meal when they're up to the third course? Do they say, " Let's go back to the hor d'oeuvres ." No. He doesn't even ask for that. Whatever they're up to at that time is what they give him, and that's enough for him at that point. He's not worried about courses or etiquette or about the proper way to do things. He's hungry . That's the mashal . The nimshal is that we are poor when it comes to Avodat Hashem. Yes, 'wealthy' people of old such as Rabbi Pinhas ben Yair and others, of course had an order. He's like the chef telling you how you're supposed to serve the meal. Each one is going to lead to the next one. Yes, you want ices after the hors d'oeuvres to cleanse you palate, and yes, you want to have tea at the end. But a person who is spiritually poor has to grab whatever they give him, even if it's out of order, and even if he doesn't understand exactly what he's doing and why he's doing it. He has to take what he can get. The Gemara says, ' This world is like a wedding, Grab and eat. Grab and eat. ' What does that mean? It means sometimes you're not eating in a specific order, with all the rules and regulations. You're just grabbing and eating. That's the way it is with our Ruchaniut/spirituality. I'll grab and eat, I 'll nosh on this and that. This is similar to the story that the Chafetz Chaim witnessed once. A girl was selling apples in the marketplace. Someone came and knocked over her basket of apples and they were rolling all over the street. Ruffians started grabbing the apples. The girl was just standing there crying, until a wise man told her, Grab something for yourself also . When the Chafetz Chaim heard this, he said, That's what's going on in our lives. The Yetzer Hara turned over the apple cart and he's grabbing away everything from us. So grab something back for yourself . We don't have to do everything exactly according to the proper system. We, too, can work on humility. We may not have the full depth and the understanding that we'd have if we did it with the recommended approach, on the regular road. Here's an example of another Middah . He says, hessed - we all know what kindness is. We do kindness, but if you want to really dissect it, true kindness means that I am not an egoistic person. I'm not someone that's focused on myself. I'm giving because the other person needs and all the other niceties- we'll call it the icing on the cake to do a hessed properly . But just because you can't have a cake with icing, that doesn't mean you have can't cake at all. Sometimes you might only have the icing, but if you're hungry, you'll take cake without the icing or icing without the cake. You can't be picky. At the end of the day, it will give you nourishment. It might not give you exactly what you need, but, as the famous saying goes, Perfect is the enemy of good (quoted by Rabbi Frand at the Siyum HaShas, and attributed to French philosopher Voltaire). This means that sometimes people try to do something exactly the way it's supposed to be but end up do nothing. It's like a very perfectionist housewife saying, If I can't have the perfect meal, I'm not going have any guests at all. That's really counterproductive. Just because you can't have all the niceties, with waiters and china and a ten course meal, that doesn't mean you shouldn't have guests at all. It's the same thing when it comes to working on our Middot, says Rav Yerucham Levovitz. We might not have everything perfect, and it might not be the way it's supposed to be, but perfect is the enemy of good. Therefore, when we're working on humility, don't say, how can I work on humility? I'm far, far from it. You can also have a connection to humility. The Chafetz Chaim once met a baker and asked, " How's business? " The baker replied, " It's so hard to be a baker. The housewives are so picky and they're always complaining, 'It's too hard… it's too soft.' "Then a few years later he met the baker again and asked how business was. This time the baker said says, " Business is great!" The Chafetz Chaim asked what had changed, and the baker replied, " Well, it's wartime. There's a shortage of bread. If anyone can get any bread, they're thrilled and happy to take the it. There are never any complaints." The Chafetz Chaim said it's the same thing with Ruchaniut . In the days of old where there was plenty of spirituality, and plenty of people serving Hashem, in a world that was much more pristine, of course in Shamayim, they were picky. The chef in Shamayim's kitchen was very picky and very exacting, Everything had to be organic, everything had to be fresh, everything had to be Whole Foods. But in you're in a time of famine, no one gets picky on what they're going to eat or serve. If they get picky, they die. Like the sad story in Masechet Gittin , of the wealthy woman who sent her aid out to buy fine wheat in the marketplace. There was no fine wheat left but by the time he came back to tell her, and she sent him out to buy a lower grade of wheat, there was none of that left either. She then sent him for barley and the same thing happened, and on and on until eventually there nothing was left to eat at all. So smart people realize, and Hashem's Bet Din up there is quite smart, that w hen there's a famine, we're happy with what we can get . We don't have the perfect meal. We don't have the right silverware, we don't have the right ingredients, nor the right dishes. But it's like making sprinkle cookies with your children on a day off, with all their germs and mess…They're so proud and you're so proud. Well, that's the way Hashem looks at our Avodat Hashem today. So make your little cookies, put some Anava sprinkles on them and be proud.

Join us for a playoff recap extravaganza! We recap the Iowa State vs Iowa Heart of America championship match. We check in on UNI Men and UNI Women as the march into the playoffs. We run down the scores of the Midwest Rugby Union championship matches as well as special interviews from the Red River Ruffians from Fargo, North Dakota. We then hear from Gator of the South Pitt Hooligans and one of the hosts of the Top of The League Podcast! More fun banter to follow! Join us!

The third degree of Freemasonry, also known as the Master Mason degree, heavily features themes of death and morality, particularly through the allegory of Hiram Abiff, the chief architect of King Solomon's Temple. Bro. Jonathan Kopel, leads us on a journey through the symbolism and the ritual of raising, as we explore how Freemasonry confronts the inevitability of death while offering hope for spiritual rebirth and immortality.Show Notes:Follow the Craftsmen Online Podcast on Spotify.Subscribe to the Craftsmen Online Podcast on Apple Podcasts.Follow Craftsmen Online on YouTube, hit subscribe to get notified the next time we go LIVE with a podcast recording!Visit the Craftsmen Online website to learn more about our next Reading Room event, New York Masonic History and see the Lafayette Bicentennial Calendar!Get our latest announcements and important updates in your inbox with the Craftsmen Online Newsletter.Email the host, RW Michael Arce! Yes, we will read your email and may even reach out to be a guest on a future episode.Support the Craftsmen Online Podcast. Whether it's a one time donation or you become a Patreon Subscriber, we appreciate your support!Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/craftsmen-online-podcast--4822031/support.

The elves and their allies clash with Godol the shadow mage and his. Scene 20 GM Notes Most of the NPCs in the fight today are units from the Battle for Wesnoth video game that we've already seen in earlier encounters, like Ruffians, Shadow Mages, and Efa the Bandit. The only new one here is Tric's merfolk friends, who are based on the Netcaster line. Our character art by Del Borovic and the map we refer to (by me!) can be found here. Our music is sampled from Return to Wesnoth by Matthias Westlund (aka West), licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0, part of The Battle for Wesnoth Project. Visit them at wesnoth.org. Need context? Jump to the start of the series!

If you knit, spin, sew, weave, or follow any crafty pursuit, you will not be surprised that many of our most common metaphors come from textiles. They are interwoven in our vocabulary, and whether you like to spin a yarn from words or fibers, you will recognize many of them. But then there are the words whose textile roots are less obvious: Rocket. Bombastic. And we've forgotten the regional roots of some kinds of fabric, where the skill and creativity refined in a particular place produced an exceptional kind of cloth. You might know what fiber comes from Kashmir, but can you identify the sources of muslin, gauze, damask, or calico? You might know that the pejorative term “shoddy” comes from the fabric trade, but can you identify the roots of tawdry, sleazy, and chintzy? In this episode, Jess Zafarris and I trace the threads of textiles in our vocabulary. Jess is co-host of Words Unravelled (one of my favorite podcasts) and author of several books, most recently Words from Hell: Unearthing the Darkest Secrets of English Etymology (https://bookshop.org/p/books/words-from-hell-unearthing-the-darkest-secrets-of-english-etymology-jess-zafarris/19652293). Links Useless Etymology website (https://uselessetymology.com/) Words Unravelled with RobWords and Jess Zafarris podcast audio (https://audioboom.com/channels/5128892-words-unravelled-with-robwords-and-jess-zafarris) and video (https://youtu.be/ThxUBOUnRLM) Useless Etymology Instagram @uselessetymology (https://www.instagram.com/uselessetymology/) Rigmaroles & Ragamuffins: Unpicking Words We Derive from Textiles and Ruffians and Loose Women: More Words Derived from Textiles by Elinor Kapp are available from the author. (https://shewhoembroidersthetruth.com/books/) Dhaka muslin (https://www.bbc.com/future/article/20210316-the-legendary-fabric-that-no-one-knows-how-to-make) “Drizzling: A Regency Rainy-Day Hobby” (https://handwovenmagazine.com/drizzling-regency-hobby/) Shoddy From Devil's Dust to the Renaissance of Rags (https://press.uchicago.edu/ucp/books/book/chicago/S/bo24045083.html) by Hannah Rose Shell This episode is brought to you by: Treenway Silks Treenway Silks is where weavers, spinners, knitters and stitchers find the silk they love. Select from the largest variety of silk spinning fibers, silk yarn, and silk threads & ribbons at TreenwaySilks.com. You'll discover a rainbow of colors, thoughtfully hand-dyed in Colorado. Love natural? Treenway's array of wild silks provide choices beyond white. If you love silk, you'll love Treenway Silks, where superior quality and customer service are guaranteed. Yan Barn of Kansas Learning how to weave but need the right shuttle? Hooked on knitting and in search of a lofty yarn? Yarn Barn of Kansas has been your partner in fiber since 1971. Whether you are around the corner from the Yarn Barn of Kansas, or around the country, they are truly your "local yarn store" with an experienced staff to answer all your fiber questions. Visit yarnbarn-ks.com (https://www.yarnbarn-ks.com/) to shop, learn, and explore.

Led by DM Sarah Gorman, Yubo, Baron Oupendza, and Piazzga are called to help when the beloved Captain Clifton is wrongly punished by the King. Can the three adventures go where no honorable man is allowed? Can they find the evidence of his innocence and set the record straight? Taking fake prisoners, smuggling into caravans, and intimidating anyone in their way, the adventurers sat down and recorded a very long podcast.   Timestamps: (9:36) - Setting the scene (11:41) - Meet the characters  (29:36) - Call to Action (56:43) - Morning in the City (1:25:52) - On the Road (1:33:31) - King's Army Encounter (1:44:37) - The Back Door (1:57:59) - Into the Unknown (2:13:52) - Caught (2:39:25) - The Tables Turn (3:00:00) - Escape (3:12:22) - Mission "Accomplished" (3:17:30) - Epilogue    Links:  Streetside Brewery: https://streetsidebrewery.com Cincy Shirts: cincyshirts.com/CincyPostCast  Check out The Post at www.thepostcincy.com Music by Jim Trace and the Makers Join the Discord Server and jump into the conversation Follow us on Twitter,  Facebook, Instagram, and YouTube Support us on Patreon https://www.patreon.com/ThePostCincy  

Bryan & Krissy are Certified Ruffians, and you can become one too! Just pay $69.99 for our Certified Ruffians Course. Instagram entrepreneurs Hobby hopping! Bryan the rock climber Cocaine plans Let's go roller skating Porno or Pacino! Old pornos or bust Mouth noises Stand Up Guys Throbinhood… Lemon Stealing Whores! Bryan, the pause pervert The streaming orgy OJ Simpson  Certified Ruffians Become a ruffian! Take our course! Let us know if you would come to a live show  LINKS: Send us show ideas, comments, questions or concerns by texting us   212.433.3TCB text or leave us a voicemail Watch TCB on YouTube Creator: Bryan Green Co-Host: Bryan Green Co-Host: Krissy Hoadley Producer: Christina A.  Producer: Gustavo B.  Download & Listen on the Audacy app To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Der Shawscope-Marathon geht weiter! Sebastian, Heiko und Marco sprechen heute über "Magnificent Ruffians" aus dem Jahr 1979. Regisseur Chang Cheh präsentiert die jungen Schauspieler des Venom Mobs in einem Kleinod von Film, das sich in der gekürzten deutschen Version kaum entfalten konnte. Dank der ungekürzten Veröffentlichung kommt der geneigte Zuschauer jetzt in den Genuss der ganzen Geschichte: Der wohlhabende Geschäftsmann Yuan langweilt sich, denn obwohl er der Erbe der legendären golden Klinge und der Kung-Fu-Tradition seines Vaters ist, fehlt es ihm an ebenbürtigen Gleichgesinnten. Kein Wunder, denn hobbymäßig lädt er praktizierende Kampfkünstler ein, um diese gnadenlos aus dem Weg zu räumen. Gleichzeitig schlägt er sich mit einem aufsässigen Unternehmer herum, der weigert, ihm sein Grundstück abzutreten. Erst als er eine Gruppe begabter Streuner in die Stadt kommen, ist sein Interesse geweckt. Welche Kräfte stecken in den vermeintlich ehrlosen Raufbolden? Unterstützt uns mit einer Spende oder werdet Mitglied in der Filmkammer des Schreckens! https://ko-fi.com/filmkammer Weitere Links zu unseren Websites und Social Media https://linktr.ee/filmkammer Emails könnt ihr uns an filmkammer@buddelfisch.de senden Hört die Filmkammer überall wo es Podcasts gibt! Sound Mix: Sebastian Kempke Music: "Kung Fu Warriors" von Tim Donovan , lizensiert via Envato --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/filmkammer/message

Lou wrote an article about a new documentary that identifies a group of CT teens known for stealing cars. The show gets introduced to the CT Kia Boyz. Dave gets sick, has to leave and Ethan comes in, in his pajamas. Billy Joel's 100th MSG show is in the books and it came with a bunch of surprises.

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Brethren, this Short Talk Bulletin Podcast episode was written by Bro Rev Dr Joseph Fort Newton, and first published in September 1927. The story of the Ruffians is familiar to every Master Mason, and a grim reminder that evil men, acting from low and selfish motives, sometimes do throw the race of mankind into darkness […]

In the fourth episode of our new campaign, the party takes on the local ruffians and the dice are... mercurial. Thank you to Bookwyrm Games for sponsoring the channel! Visit them at https://bookwyrmgames.com/ and use code DORKTALES to save 15% off your order!  === Kelly Clark as Dungeon Master Cast  Amy Godfrey as Lyric  Christa Mitchell as Carmilla Alizarin Christine Rattray as Lady Ellasandra Chris Ross as Sindri Caitlan Vinkle as Anthea Briarfoot Watch us LIVE on Twitch ► https://twitch.tv/dorktales Visit our website ► https://dorktales.ca Our Linktree ► https://linktr.ee/dorktales Join our Discord ► https://discord.gg/zVtE9Ab Follow our Twitter ► https://twitter.com/dork_tales/ Follow our Instagram ► https://instagram.com/dorktaleschannel/ Find us on Facebook ► https://www.facebook.com/dorktaleschannel/ Listen to our Podcast ► https://dorktales.podbean.com Support the show on Patreon ► https://www.patreon.com/dorktales/ Buy the cast a coffee               ► https://ko-fi.com/dorktales Buy official Dork Tales Merch ► https://teepublic.com/user/dorktales                                                      ► https://dorktalesstore.redbubble.com! So smash the bell, share these videos, and we'll see you soon at our next game! === Music credits: The following music was used for this media project: Music: Only Teeth Remain by Tim Kulig Free download: https://filmmusic.io/song/11095-only-teeth-remain Licensed under CC BY 4.0: https://filmmusic.io/standard-license Artist website: https://timkulig.com/albums Tracks from Monument Studios      Distorted Reality      Classical Night Harp      Conflicted Paladin Choir Licensed under the All-In-One Pack or Fantasy Complete 1 & 2 https://www.monumentstudios.net Tracks from Dark Fantasy Studio      What Lies Beneath      Before the Shadow Licensed under a Premium License http://www.darkfantasystudio.com Tracks from Joel Steudler      Lonely Mountain Licensed under a Humble Bundle Collection Like what you heard? For background ambiance we  used sounds from Tabletop Audio! Tabletop Audio is a site with a full toolkit of songs,  special effects, and soundboards to bring your adventures to life! The composer, Tim, hosts the site for free, so give it a try and if you have a few spare bucks, definitely donate: the quality of his work is staggering.  https://www.tabletopaudio.com #dungeonsanddragons #dnd #dorktales #dnd5e #actualplay #tabletop #ttrpg #rpg #liveplay #5E #dragonlance #wizardsofthecoast #dndcosplay #d20 #lgbtqa #actualplayrpg 

Wherein Eric rings in the holiday season in the best way possible: By exploring the esoteric underworld of 1980s American independent heavy metal bands with author Alexandros Anesiadis. Alex is the author of the fantastic new book Heroes of the Metal Underground: The Definitive Guide to 1980s American Independent Metal Bands. Purchase copies for yourself and 10 of your closest friends at: https://www.amazon.com/Heroes-Metal-Underground-Definitive-Independent/dp/1627311408 Assigned Listening #1: Street Child- "Street Child" ⁠https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M5P_Yuio2pc Assigned Listening #2 : Ruffians- "Fight For Your Life" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wVaocBQeu0s Assigned Listening #3 : Decoy Paris- "Secrets of the Heart" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oSVqXmgoPcw If you are interested in hearing more from these bands as well as others in Alex's book, the following is a fabulous resource for audio: https://metal-samples.com/ Visit us at: ⁠https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/heavymetal101podcast⁠⁠ ⁠(you can leave us a voicemail if you're so inclined!) Contact us at: ⁠⁠⁠heavymetal101podcast@gmail.com⁠⁠ ⁠ Social media: ⁠⁠⁠https://www.facebook.com/HeavyMetal101Podcast⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠https:/⁠/twitter.com/heavy_101⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠https://www.instagram.com/heavymetal101podcast/⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://www.tiktok.com/@heavymetal101podcast?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=pc⁠ The Heavy Metal 101 blog: ⁠⁠⁠https://schwartzmuzak.wixsite.com/heavymetal101podcast/heavymetal101podcastblog⁠⁠ ⁠ New Heavy Metal 101 episodes are released monthly every 3rd Monday. See ya again soon!!! --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/heavymetal101podcast/message

Well-rested and feeling motivated, the Horde Hunters begin their first mission in North Port. #dnd #dnd5e #ttrpg Catch us live on Twitch on Sundays at 7 PM CST https://www.twitch.tv/marqueegaming

Casey, Jon, and Eric dive into recent Geek News and Events but more importantly we hit the high point of the MCU? Well, come along and listen to us talk about Captain America: Winter Soldier and Guardians of the Galaxy, Vol. 1 from 2014.. Join us and find out!Keep an eye out for our special episode this week plus a new episode of our side pod Why?Next Week: Avengers: Age of UltronFollow us, like us, comment, share and MORE!!!Questions?Email us at: NotFunnyGuys.OffTheReels@gmail.comFollow us on Instagram: @not_funny_guys_presents Follow us on Twitter: @NotFunnyGuysPodWant to chat?Casey:Twitter @vash_maxwellHive @caseyfranklinJon:Letterbox: esoteric_evansInstagram @esoteric_by_designEric:Letterbox: eklyInstagram @hothoney_comics Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In his book, “A Brother Asks - Uncommon Discourses About Hiram,” Bro. John Nagy details the two routes the Ruffians attempted to make an escape during the Hiramic Legend. This episode builds on Bro. Nagy's extensive research on the allegory of the Master Mason degree, as we explore the geographic and esoteric significance of the Ruffian's flight actions in Masonic ritual.Show Links...Order your copy of "A Brother Asks - Uncommon Discourses About Hiram," here... https://www.amazon.com/Brother-Asks-Uncommon-Discussions-about/dp/0991109449Visit Bro. John Nagy online, here... https://buildinghiram.blogspot.com/Start your FREE 7-day trial of our podcast subscription, here... https://www.patreon.com/CraftsmenOnlinePodcast

In this episode Nate introduces the Legendary Allegorical Figure known as Hiram Abiff. He also puts emphasis on studying all 3 degree Trestle boards by the same artist. Topics for this show: Esoteric Freemasonry, FUNL 3 Conference, SEED 3 Conference, females in the lodge, Hiram Abif, Ruffians, Spirituality, master mason, 3rd degree

In this episode we examine the crime of the Three Ruffians. Bro. Jason Short is my guest, as we review the ritual and written analysis to gain a better understanding of the Three Ruffians and their role as a central figure in the Hiramic Legend.

This week it's another face to face episode, recorded in London's Marylebone with co-founder and CEO of UK barber chain Ruffians, Andrew Cannon.Andrew identified a gap in the market 11 years ago and wanted to create a traditional barber shop but make it all about consistency, premium quality and above all, great customer service. Ruffians started in Edinburgh and there are now 5 award-winning stores in the UK (in Marylebone, Shoreditch, Soho, Covent Garden and Edinburgh.) There is also a line of hair, beard and fragrance products that are sold in-salon and now also in places like the prestigious department store Liberty's.He mentioned the following products during our chat:Simple Shower Gelhttps://www.simple.co.uk/products/shower-bath-and-hand-wash/kind-to-skin-refreshing-shower-gel.htmlRuffians Shampoohttps://ruffians.co.uk/collections/best-sellers/products/ruffians-original-shampoo-250mlRuffians Conditionerhttps://ruffians.co.uk/collections/hair-care/products/ruffians-original-conditioner-250mlHorace Moisturiserhttps://horace.co/en/mattifying-face-moisturiserRuffians Hair Creamhttps://ruffians.co.uk/collections/hair-styling/products/hair-creamRuffians - Soho Eau de Parfumhttps://ruffians.co.uk/collections/fragrances/products/soho-eau-de-parfumMont Blanc - Explorer https://www.montblanc.com/en-gb/eau-de-parfum_cod19971654707299811.htmlYou can find Ruffians on Instagram here: https://www.instagram.com/ruffians/Ruffians website:https://ruffians.co.uk/- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - You can follow me @maninthemirrorpod on IG:https://www.instagram.com/maninthemirrorpod/I'd love you to leave a review and follow the podcast on your preferred platform. You can also review here on Podchaser.https://www.podchaser.com/ManInTheMirror——————————————————————————————————Special thanks to: Anders Sundberg for sound mixing and production, Andy Goff @goff_andy for the artwork and Andy Gilbert (ATRX) @andygilbert_atrx for the theme music. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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Frizz and Bob leap With Arms Wide Open into the world's finest punk cabaret extravaganza with Mitch and Boyd from Australia's own infamous Ruffians. We talk about British style brass bands, the nostalgic emo pop punk that we'll never get over, absolutely not f*ing ska, a poor excuse for Bali, and the sweet, sexy art of a bedroom entrance song.

Ruffians have stolen this podcast! Seanbaby chooses his fighters, Brockway and special guest Rusty Shackles, to get it back. Along the way they'll have to punch clowns and eat street chickens, it's the retro Beat 'Em Ups episode!

We all know Newcastle is a creative town and music is at the centre of it. And sometimes it is the eclectic and eccentric that attracts the spotlight. Emerging from a band called The Pits, punk cabaret band Ruffians are a very different 7 piece outfit who bend our musical perceptions and make us appreciate the quirky. Imbued with a solid sense of humour and some fine horns, Ruffians have recently released a brand new single called The Other Side along with a great video to match. To chat to us about Ruffians, The Other Side and more, we welcome to The Good Stuff, Matt and Mitch from Ruffians . . .

It's getting hot in Smith's studio and he claims that sitting on cold rice can help. Joe does a little fact-checking on a supposed JS quote. The guys also mistake where the “save Jesus only” quote is, but they figure it out eventually. The guys aren't sure whether the JS quote really came from him or not. Smith reminds the listener that if they disagree with him, they're probably disagreeing with God too. Smith recaps how he feels about re-reading Rough Stone Rolling. Joe watched the Netflix Kanye West documentary (Jeen-Yuhs, 2022). He liked the documentary, but he's still a little triggered by people who take their religion too seriously. The guys mention that one big difference between polyamory and LDS polygamy is consent. Smith reminisces about the JFS story where he's “true blue through and through”. The guys are still not happy about Rusty's flex to move away from Mormon as a nickname. The church continues to double-down on anti LGBTQIA policies while stating otherwise. Joe tells a story about his MTC companion who disapproved of missionaries building a snowman.  Smith reads a facetious tweet from a facetious twitter account about black people keeping their first estate. The guys try out what it's like to sing praises to God for eternity in the CK. It's been a long time since Joe has seen Mannequin (1987) and Smith has never seen it. Joe had to do some explaining after watching some Dave Chappelle standup with his son who identifies as gay. Smith reads a quote from Rusty about God's love not being unconditional which makes Joe angry. Smith eases the tension with a sacred hymn. The guys recap some HP characters including, Henry Porter, Horgrid, Dumbledorf, and Professor McGillicuddy. The God of the BOM is a God of conditional love. The guys decide they need more sh*t to talk about HBE. Both Joe and Smith were taught that poligamy will exist in the afterlife. It takes almost an hour before the guys start reading in this one. Sam has a conversation with Lehi about not wanting to have to hang out with Nephi after Lehi dies. Joe gets excited thinking about Nephi repenting of being such an a**hole to his brothers.  Smith teases everyone with some droop talk. He casts Zoram out of their presence. Joe thinks the BOM could use 80% more of some of the messages here. Is Nephi talking about building a Frankenstein? Why does the cadence change so much? Joseph Smith ROUGH STONE ROLLING By Richard Lyman Bushman https://www.penguinrandomhouse.com/books/22031/joseph-smith-by-richard-lyman-bushman/ True Blue, Depending on Who's Telling the Tale: The Redacted Story of Joseph F. Smith and the Ruffians? https://juvenileinstructor.org/true-blue-depending-on-whos-telling-the-tale-the-redacted-story-of-joseph-f-smith-and-the-ruffians/  Russel M Nelson Divine Love  “divine love…cannot correctly be characterized as unconditional” https://abn.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/ensign/2003/02/divine-love?lang=eng&adobe_mc_ref=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.churchofjesuschrist.org%2Fstudy%2Fensign%2F2003%2F02%2Fdivine-love%3Flang%3Deng&adobe_mc_sdid=SDID%3D5398AB9BA629B12E-5790299054E90DEA%7CMCORGID%3D66C5485451E56AAE0A490D45%2540AdobeOrg%7CTS%3D1652217199 Email us at joeandsmithpod@gmail.com Music Provided by Eric VanAusdal with permission from the artist. The Book of Mormon is publicly available at churchofjesuschrist.org    Remember who you are and what you stand for  

According to Albert Mackey's Manual of the Lodge, the great design of the third degree in Freemasonry is the principle of Fidelity. Bro. John Nagy returns to dive into the characters and meaning of three villains Masonry known as the “Three Ruffians.”Show Links....Read Albert Mackey's Manual of the Lodge... https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Manual_of_the_LodgeRead Samuel Pritchard's expose "Three Distinct Knocks"... https://books.google.com/books?id=6y9cAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&source=gbs_ge_summary_r&cad=0#v=onepage&q&f=falseRead the Noah Legend and the Graham Manuscript... https://www.quatuorcoronati.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/04/AQC131.03-Acaster.pdfEnjoy!

Brethren, this Short Talk Bulletin Podcast episode was written by Rev Dr MW Bro Joseph Fort Newton, and was first published in September 1927. In The Master Mason Degree, the Ruffians are characters that represent others, and ourselves. Enjoy, and do share this and all of these Podcast episodes with your brothers and your Lodge.

Entering into the dark cavern after taking out a few skeletons and Redbrand Ruffians, the gang slowly hears voices creeping into their heads. Wanting to leave as soon as possible, they enter into a western door, leading straight to another group of Ruffians. Able to take them out, one Ruffian is almost able to escape until Archie takes him out with an arrow. However, they aren't alone as massive beasts start breaking down doors, rushing towards the Leftovers as Moony the dire wolf investigates the voice that won't stop cackling in his head... Welcome back to DRAUMR - Episode 12, Druig (We Hardly Knew Ya)!

Our heroes are in the depths of the Redbrand's hideout and appear to have just missed their quarry, Glasstaff. Attempting to chase them down, they are now face-to-face with a handful of Redbrand ruffians who are ready too strike! Welcome to Bardic Quest - the show where a group of British trained actors tell fantastical improvised stories through the medium of Dungeons & Dragons. THE CAST: Dungeon Master ………. Wayne Ingram Saga ………………………… Annina Kaski Johann Hale …………….. Oli Leonard Thorik ………………………. Isaac Finch Sergei Petrovic ………… James Bryan — Sound effects & music by Syrinscape: http://www.syrinscape.com Because Epic Games Need Epic Sound Complete list of credits here: https://syrinscape.com/attributions/?id=12155 — This episode features characters and events based upon and inspired by the #LostMineofPhandelver adventure found in the #DungeonsAndDragons Starter Set. — CHAPTERS: Intro: 00:00 Opening credits: 00:44 Recap: 01:26 Fight!: 03:24 Gathering directions: 32:44 Outro: 47:00

Page 598: Unrelated Ruffians Tempi returns to camp with a startling revelation.We talk about Kvothe being first with the mommet, Marten's reluctance to take his medicine, and discuss Kvothe's forbearance. This month's patreon is an AMA with your three beloved pagers! (Or behated - we take all comers!) Write us a question on any subject at the address found below, with April AMA in the subject line, and we'll answer on the air! @pageofthewind pageofthewind.com

This week, Nigel and Tazziii welcome Wireframe Magazine Features Editor Aaron Potter for a first appearance on the podcast! He joins us for a deep dive into the newly released Uncharted movie to discuss Tom Holland's latest blockbuster role. After a troubled production journey, we finally get to examine this video game adaptation and see how it stacks up to its video game source material. Our storytelling tip looks at the Hero's refusal of the call. Other stories we're enjoying this week: Red Rocket, No More Heroes 3, Always A Witch, Kotaro Lives Alone, Space Force, Kuroko's Basketball: Last Game, The Silent Sea. Show notes: https://mayamada.com/story-x-story-7-tales-of-ruffians-and-escapades-uncharted/

Craig Behrhorst A veteran of the San Francisco rock scene, guitarist Craig Behrhorst befriended Metallica, Exodus, Death Angel and others when they played their earliest club gigs. He also took the stage himself with Laaz Rockit, The Ruffians, The Butlers and Davy Vain, among others. Today, he runs his own T-shirt company, continues to make music and freely admits to an obsession with UFO and Thin Lizzy. What's not to like about this guy? Created and Produced by Jared Tuten

The rumours can be ignored no longer and our heroes have decided it's time to investigate the villainous Redbrands. However new information comes to light which highlights the need to act quickly. Welcome to Bardic Quest - the show where a group of British trained actors tell fantastical improvised stories through the medium of Dungeons & Dragons. THE CAST: Dungeon Master ………. Wayne Ingram Saga ………………………… Annina Kaski Johann Hale …………….. Oli Leonard Thorik ………………………. Isaac Finch Sergei Petrovic ………… James Bryan — Sound effects & music by Syrinscape: http://www.syrinscape.com Because Epic Games Need Epic Sound Complete list of credits here: https://syrinscape.com/attributions/?id=12155&id=16067 — This episode features characters and events based upon and inspired by the Lost Mine of Phandelver adventure found in the Dungeons & Dragons Starter Set. — CHAPTERS: Intro: 0:00 Opening Credits: 01:09 Recap: 01:50 Alcoves & Intel : 02:59 Formulating a Plan: 11:14 Beguiling the Ruffians: 20:35 Outro: 30:54

Hedwig Riverford's auto dealership is a staple of the community--and a crucial resource for the criminal underworld. When her dealership is trashed and her ledger stolen, she turns to the Whisky Jays for help in getting it back.Featured Charity: Hate is a VirusSupport Clever Corvids on Patreon!Visit the Clever Corvids merch store!Sponsor an episode of The City That Never Dies!Visit Fair Fight to help defend democracy in the United States.

Harry takes 1000pts of Ruffians to a thematic event at Warhammer World.

In which Budgie and Lol reveal it all started at the fairgrounds of England. Like a Stephen King novel? The teddy boys, rockers and… girls! Pink Floyd played our bowling alley! Post war England was grim and our true education was punk. Out of the depression we escaped through music. Even the Partridge family! Budgie learns stagecraft in his secret life. Lol stays up all night at Robert's. Desperation and osmosis drove us on. To where? Hear the answer in Part 2 next week! Curious Creatures:Website: https://curiouscreaturespodcast.comFacebook: @CuriousCreaturesOfficialTwitter: @curecreaturesInstagram: @CuriousCreaturesOfficialLol Tolhurst: Website: https://loltolhurst.comFacebook: @officialloltolhurst Twitter: @LolTolhurst Instagram: @lol.tolhurst Budgie: Facebook: @budgieofficial Twitter: @TuWhit2whooInstagram: @budgie646 Curious Creatures is a partner of the Double Elvis podcast network. For more of the best music storytelling follow @DoubleElvis on Instagram or search Double Elvis in your podcast app.

People's Guide to the Cthulhu Mythos S14BE13 CHAPTER XXVI.EARTHQUAKES IN TROPICAL AMERICA.Shocks in Asia: lack of reliable information—The Andes region—Great earthquake of Riobamba—Humboldt's description—Numerous shocks in Venezuela—Catastrophe of Caracas—Effect on the survivors—Frequent convulsions at San Salvador—Total destruction in 1854—Ruffians on the scene—Sudden disaster of Mendoza—Touching incidents—Faithful dogs—Shocks in Peru and gigantic sea wave—Numerous great shocks—The end of all things—The last man CHAPTER XXVII.PREDICTION AND PREVENTION.Futile efforts to control the future—Law neglected for superstition—Pretentious prophets—Humbugs—Laws of weather changes—Actions of animals—Methods for producing rain suggested—Earthquake indicators—A force beyond control—Possibilities CHAPTER XXVIII.THE REIGN OF LAW.Knowledge only from experience—Partial mastery by faith—Natural law the ruling force—Good and bad results of faith in the Supernatural—Sin punished—Ignorance punished—Examples—Man slow to learn—Eternal wisdom and goodness—Progress, past, present and future   Our Sponsors: Curve Girl Plus Size Clothing Biblio  Free Shipping on Used Books California Tea House Curve Girl Plus Size Clothing Donner Guitars, Pedals, Musical Instruments , and Musical Gear Golden Goat CBD Use code AFW315 to save 15% Glarry Student Guitars, and  other instruments Our Products: Sticker & Shirts!!!   Follow us: Podbean Amazon Apple Stitcher Facebook Our Patreon

People's Guide to the Cthulhu Mythos S14BE13 CHAPTER XXVI.EARTHQUAKES IN TROPICAL AMERICA.Shocks in Asia: lack of reliable information—The Andes region—Great earthquake of Riobamba—Humboldt's description—Numerous shocks in Venezuela—Catastrophe of Caracas—Effect on the survivors—Frequent convulsions at San Salvador—Total destruction in 1854—Ruffians on the scene—Sudden disaster of Mendoza—Touching incidents—Faithful dogs—Shocks in Peru and gigantic sea wave—Numerous great shocks—The end of all things—The last man CHAPTER XXVII.PREDICTION AND PREVENTION.Futile efforts to control the future—Law neglected for superstition—Pretentious prophets—Humbugs—Laws of weather changes—Actions of animals—Methods for producing rain suggested—Earthquake indicators—A force beyond control—Possibilities CHAPTER XXVIII.THE REIGN OF LAW.Knowledge only from experience—Partial mastery by faith—Natural law the ruling force—Good and bad results of faith in the Supernatural—Sin punished—Ignorance punished—Examples—Man slow to learn—Eternal wisdom and goodness—Progress, past, present and future   Our Sponsors: Curve Girl Plus Size Clothing Biblio  Free Shipping on Used Books California Tea House Curve Girl Plus Size Clothing Donner Guitars, Pedals, Musical Instruments , and Musical Gear Golden Goat CBD Use code AFW315 to save 15% Glarry Student Guitars, and  other instruments Our Products: Sticker & Shirts!!!   Follow us: Podbean Amazon Apple Stitcher Facebook Our Patreon

People's Guide to the Cthulhu Mythos S14BE12 CHAPTER XXV. EARTHQUAKES IN THE UNITED STATES AND ENGLAND. All nature uneasy—The terrifying character of an earthquake—Signs and wonders—“El Gran Ruido,” of Guanajuato—Frequency of earthquakes—Earthquake in New England, 1638—A second in 1663—Shock of 1727—Great convulsions of 1755—Damage and great alarm at Boston—“The end of the world!"—Great disturbance in the Mississippi Valley, 1811—Strange feats—The Charleston earthquake—Numerous English earthquakes—Comparatively small loss of life CHAPTER XXVI. EARTHQUAKES IN TROPICAL AMERICA. Shocks in Asia: lack of reliable information—The Andes region—Great earthquake of Riobamba—Humboldt's description—Numerous shocks in Venezuela—Catastrophe of Caracas—Effect on the survivors—Frequent convulsions at San Salvador—Total destruction in 1854—Ruffians on the scene—Sudden disaster of Mendoza—Touching incidents—Faithful dogs—Shocks in Peru and gigantic sea wave—Numerous great shocks—The end of all things—The last man Our Sponsors: Curve Girl Plus Size Clothing Biblio  Free Shipping on Used Books California Tea House Curve Girl Plus Size Clothing Donner Guitars, Pedals, Musical Instruments , and Musical Gear Golden Goat CBD Use code AFW315 to save 15% Glarry Student Guitars, and  other instruments Our Products: Sticker & Shirts!!!   Follow us: Podbean Amazon Apple Stitcher Facebook Our Patreon

People's Guide to the Cthulhu Mythos S14BE12 CHAPTER XXV. EARTHQUAKES IN THE UNITED STATES AND ENGLAND. All nature uneasy—The terrifying character of an earthquake—Signs and wonders—“El Gran Ruido,” of Guanajuato—Frequency of earthquakes—Earthquake in New England, 1638—A second in 1663—Shock of 1727—Great convulsions of 1755—Damage and great alarm at Boston—“The end of the world!"—Great disturbance in the Mississippi Valley, 1811—Strange feats—The Charleston earthquake—Numerous English earthquakes—Comparatively small loss of life CHAPTER XXVI. EARTHQUAKES IN TROPICAL AMERICA. Shocks in Asia: lack of reliable information—The Andes region—Great earthquake of Riobamba—Humboldt's description—Numerous shocks in Venezuela—Catastrophe of Caracas—Effect on the survivors—Frequent convulsions at San Salvador—Total destruction in 1854—Ruffians on the scene—Sudden disaster of Mendoza—Touching incidents—Faithful dogs—Shocks in Peru and gigantic sea wave—Numerous great shocks—The end of all things—The last man Our Sponsors: Curve Girl Plus Size Clothing Biblio  Free Shipping on Used Books California Tea House Curve Girl Plus Size Clothing Donner Guitars, Pedals, Musical Instruments , and Musical Gear Golden Goat CBD Use code AFW315 to save 15% Glarry Student Guitars, and  other instruments Our Products: Sticker & Shirts!!!   Follow us: Podbean Amazon Apple Stitcher Facebook Our Patreon

With the hope of Broadway reopening later this year, we take a slide through geek news non-musical to musical, chat about what kinds of musicals we are drawn to, and then keep listening for a mashup that will make you howl. Learn more about your ad-choices at https://www.iheartpodcastnetwork.com

With the hope of Broadway reopening later this year, we take a slide through geek news non-musical to musical, chat about what kinds of musicals we are drawn to, and then keep listening for a mashup that will make you howl. Learn more about your ad-choices at https://www.iheartpodcastnetwork.com

Grab your favorite tiara and pull up a chair! In this episode we catch up with Joe Bajorek (the DVC Runner), his lovely wife Shelley and our favorite gang of ruffians from the Snuggly Duckling as they recap their adventures on the Virtual Princess Weekend in WDW! After the success of their virtual, in-person, Marathon weekend in January, this lovable crew pulled out all the stops (character stops that is) for an epic adventure. Expect a little of everything in this episode from heartfelt moments to out and out laughter when we hear why Joe and Steve stopped for ten minutes to get JUST THE RIGHT photo. Plus, we run through the latest Disney parks news and preview our special First Anniversary show. Special thanks to Joe and Shelly, Renee, Stephanie and Kevin and Megan and Steve for all the fun with this episode. Run time: 1:24:19 --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/earfulrunner/support

On today's episode, Patsy the Angry Nerd and I cover the Shaw Brothers film, The Magnificent Ruffians from 1979, once again uniting all of the Venom Mob; and Ace High from 1968, the sequel to God Forgives...I don't, starring Terence Hill and Bud Spencer who reprise their roles as Cat and Hutch. In Magnificent Ruffians, a cruel Kung-Fu Master, living in the early 20th century, when Kung-Fu warriors became scarce due to modern weaponry, lures 4 Kung Fu masters to his house so that he can trick them into killing his rival, then ultimately killing them! A fast paced, fun movie! In Ace High, Cat and Hutch return and tangle with the wily Eli Wallach (The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly), who has stolen their money that they acquired in the first film, and is giving it away while on his own path of vengeance upon the men who framed him for murder 15 years prior. Patsy and I had some great belly laughs as we discussed these films, and we hope you find this episode entertaining and informative! Patsy the Angry Nerd and his podcasts can be found at throwdownthursdaypodcast.com. The East Meets the West is now a proud member of The Dorkening Podcast Network, so check out all the great shows at thedorkening.com! The East Meets the West is not only on every podcasting app including iTunes, Spotify, and Stitcher, but also can be found at these links: Website: havenpodcasts.com YouTube: youtube.com/user/uncledeath1 Join in on the discussion at our Facebook Page Email: theeastmeetsthewest42@gmail.com Enjoy! Re-Gor

David heads to Dover! Of course he has to sell most of his clothes and sleep on haystacks, but that's just normal for travel. He finally finds his Aunt, and we end the chapter not knowing if he will stay there permanently because she's obsessed with donkeys for some reason. The romance corner book this week is 'One Snowy Night' by Patience Griffin https://www.penguinrandomhouse.com/books/623342/one-snowy-night-by-patience-griffin/

Harry investigates the best way to play SBG in Lockdown, including two Army Builds, Riddles in the Dark, and a HUGE community project he needs your help with.

We take a look back at the positive moments we had in 202... well, you know. And then we look forward to 2021, and what our goals are as individuals and as Fandazzi! Hosts: Adam & Katy Solko Guests: Alan Gramont Christophe Meis Theresa Meis Producer: Theresa Meis Featured Song: Asturias from Fandazzi Live Featured photo: Fandazzi at the hotel in Wisconsin Dells, A Gathering of Rogues and Ruffians, 2019. Become a Patreon Subscriber Buy Merch!

The one where there are ruffians in Crispin's establishment.

What better way to start an adventure but with a little bit of gambling! Intro music by: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ULWKp... Support FeatherFall TableTop and our sponsor, Skull Splitter Dice, by following this link and using the code FEATHERFALL at checkout to save 10% on a new set of dice! https://www.skullsplitterdice.com/?rf... Support FeatherFall Tabletop and our sponsor, Found Familiar Coffee, by following this link and using code FEATHERFALL at checkout for 10% off. https://foundfamiliar.com/#featherfall Check out our new merch: https://streamlabs.com/featherfalltt/... Check out FeatherFall TableTop on: YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCkfV...Twitch: https://www.twitch.tv/featherfallttTwitter: https://twitter.com/FeatherFallTTPodcast Feed: https://anchor.fm/featherfalltabletopDiscord: https://discord.gg/aFsDpcN

Bob and Matt talk with Michael Butler & Craig Behrhorst from SF Bay Area band The Butlers. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/cmspn/message

This week we're talking about one of our favorite festivals to visit outside of our home fair - the Gathering of Rogues & Ruffians, held in the Dells region of Southern Wisconsin! The festival is hosted by Shakespeare on the Edge, a small non-profit youth group based out of Green County WI. The main goal at Shakespeare on the Edge is to help kids break out of their shell, help them find friends, and give them a voice which they can use how they would like to use it. They have set up a Go Fund Me to help Shakespeare on the Edge remain open and present Rogues & Ruffians in 2021 Hosts: Adam & Katy Solko Guests: Alan Gramont Raederle Sterling Chris Meis Theresa Meis Kristen Sammartano Weeks Featured song: Fire Dance, from the Dancing with Flame album available on iTunes, Amazon, and Spotify Featured photo by Amore Fotography & Events

Today we talk to the biggest fan of the city of Greer, SC Jonathan Lovegrove about his work finding out the history of Greer, and the upcoming ghost tours he is hosting with his father David. They need your help! If you have any old papers from the Greer Citizen the team at Greer Tidbits and the Greer Heritage Museum would love to see your old editions of the paper they can’t find. Head to this site to see how you can help: www.greerheritage.com

This week we have a doozy for yah! Jan's out of commission, but the show must go on! Alex from BoardGameCo joins us to talk about Townsfolk Tussle, a new take on the Kingdom Death formula! Townsfolk Tussle is a co-op boss battler for 2-5 players where you'll be using your context to your advantage and improvising with the weapons your enemy will drop. In each game, your goal is to take down four unique Ruffians (bosses), each one tougher than the last. Don't let the Cuphead-esque aesthetic fool you, there is a challenging game here to discover. So, are you ready for your dose of Saturday Morning Board Games!?Learn more about Townsfolk Tussle here.Should we play it again? Bring it to the channel? Never touch it again? Let us know by leaving a comment in playeditonce.com!-Time Stamps- 02:51 - Overview 05:46 - How It Plays 06:03 - What It Does Differently than KDM 07:30 - Theme 09:38 - How Do You Win? 10:09 - Context of Playthrough 12:38 - Why Did We Play It? 13:28 - Alex's First Solo Impressions 18:48 - Jesse's and Alex's Co-Op First Impressions 21:03 - What It Does Better Than KDM 27:11 - Who Is This Right For? 31:52 - A Game Meant for Kickstarter 34:43 - Did You Enjoy It? Would You Play It Again? Support the show (http://patreon.com/quackalope)

Most importantly - WE FOUND ROMY! This week we're thrilled to be joined by Bret and Jo as we discuss the highlights of our time on the road to festivals across the country! Shout out to some Festivals we have visited throughout the years: Renaissance Festival of Nebraska, Papillion, NE  Iowa Renaissance Festival, Amana, IA  A Gathering of Rogues and Ruffians at Baraboo, WI Hosts: Adam & Katy Solko Guests: Theresa Meis Bret Pasek & Jo DePatto End music: Sheets & Daggers, Fandazzi Live, 2019 Episode Image by: Amore Fotography & Events

This week we discuss the many factors that go into creating a set list - AND, we get to name something new!  Music featured in this episode:  Argentina, from Dancing with Flame, available in the Apple Music Store Shadow Dancers, from the Fandazzi Live CD Links: A Gathering of Rogues and Ruffians

Bernie and Honeydew creep on Aioli with their characteristic brand of subtlety. BJ and Ven set spears to face some suspiciously powerful highwaymen. Will our heroes reunite in time to defeat these foes in unison? Do our heroes ever do anything in unison actually?

In this episode, we are highlighting an article from our June 2020 issue entitled, Fortitude, the second of the four cardinal virtues. This issue is a part of a four-issue series focused on the Four Cardinal Virtues and today, we encourage you to reflect further upon Fortitude while looking into a story that every Mason knows. You can find this issue and all previous digital issues at TheResearchLodge.com.

We're trying something a little different than usual. Join a group of characters from Divine Intervention as they sit down to play a table top RPG! Rascals and Ruffians is based modeled from the game Honey Heist from Grant Howitt.

On a very special episode of {{{My Fellow Ruffians}}}, Kim's next guest will be Libertarian Party Vice Presidential candidate Spike Cohen! Join Kim LIVE as she asks Spike the hard-hitting questions that no one else has the stones to ask! Have you wanted to watch that smug, self-satisfied man squirm in his classically-chiseled good looks? Well here's your chance! (This is usually Spike's show, and will be next week. Unless the ratings are really good, in which case, this is now Kim's show for good.) Vermin for President: http://VerminSupreme2020.com Spike For Vice President: http://Spike2020.com Spike Twitter: http://twitter.com/RealSpikeCohen Spike Facebook: http://fb.com/LiterallySpikeCohen Libertarian Dad Bod Calendar: http://LibertarianDadBod.com Libertarian Party Waffle House Caucus: http://fb.com/groups/LPWHC Chris Reynolds, Attorney at Law: http://ChrisReynoldsLaw.com Intro & Outro Music by JoDavi: http://fb.com/JoDaviMusic --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/muddiedwaters/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/muddiedwaters/support

Official Website: https://www.lawabidingbiker.com I had the privilege of interviewing Dave Poss, who is the Vice President of the Ruffian's Motorcycle Club. The name "Ruffians", may throw you off a bit so you'll have to listen in to this podcast episode to understand what's up with the name. This is a law-abiding biker club comprised of "Master Freemasons", which is the top degree earned within that organization. However, it's not good enough to just be a Freemason to join and be accepted into the motorcycle club. The Ruffian's Motorcycle Club has a traditional structure and you'll have to do some hanging around and prospecting before you may be voted in as a full member. The pillars of the Ruffian's Motorcycle Club are brotherly love, relief, and truth an each is explained on their website. On the back of the Ruffian's vests, they wear a top rocker stating their club name, a center patch/logo, and to the right of that, a number representing their place/lodge within the Freemasons.  Printed on the Ruffian's Motorcycle Club website is the following: We are a group of Master Masons that ride motorcycles. Our goal is to spread brotherly love of all Masons wherever we ride. We strive to act as Masons, and treat all by the square and level. We attend charity events and by our actions spread the word of Masonry wherever we ride. Visit the OFFICIAL WEBSITE OF THE RUFFIAN'S MOTORCYCLE CLUB HERE. Check out all our Law Abiding Biker Podcast club interviews here! New Free Video Mentioned:  Harley Boom Audio Sena 20S EVO Wireless Bluetooth Headset Software Update-Tutorial Sponsor-Ciro 3D CLICK HERE! Innovative products for Harley-Davidson & Goldwing Affordable chrome, lighting, and comfort products Ciro 3D has a passion for design and innovation Sponsor-RickRak CLICK HERE The Ultimate Motorcycle Luggage Rack Solution Forget those messy straps and bungee cords Go strapless with a RickRak quick attach luggage system & quality bag New Patrons: Skyler Pierson of Moscow, Idaho David Andreotti of Auburn, WA Don Reimert of Newport News, Virginia Randy Toews of Palm Bay, Florida Mike Conley of Remington, IN Ken Middleton of Trumbull, Connecticut Danny Decker of Grapevine, Texas John Herzog of Beaver Falls, PA Steve Karpstein of Battle Ground, WA If you appreciate the content we put out and want to make sure it keeps on coming your way then become a Patron too! There are benefits and there is no risk. Thanks to the following bikers for supporting us via a flat donation: Steven Stratton of Stockton, CA Krzysztof Franczak of Józefów Poland Jerry Bryant William Jones of Marcellus, New York Michael Kennard of Yakima, Wa John Gilbert of Mariposa, California ________________________________________________________ FURTHER INFORMATION:   Official Website: http://www.LawAbidingBiker.com   Email & Voicemail: http://www.LawAbidingBiker.com/Contact   Podcast Hotline Phone: 509-731-3548   Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/lawabidingbiker      Twitter: https://twitter.com/LawAbidingBiker

This week we check in with Deegan and touch on mental health a little bit and how it's okay to talk about how you feel. We also re-live our weekend at Camp Flognaw and the Drake fiasco. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/paul-eidenmiller/support

In Ep. 48 we look at Thought, Speech and Action and how they shape your life. We look at the first three steps of the Noble Eight Fold Path of Buddhism, the importance of balancing the three, as well as the interconnected nature of Thought, Speech, and Action. How to manifest your dreams and goals is also looked at, and the Board Game of Life is explored. We talk about how to "be like water and wear away the stone" in the Taoist sense. We also talk about the 3 Ruffians in Freemasonry, Thought, Emotion, and Action and how they can be controlled. Check out this funny and informative episode soon! The Cosmic Eye Show is hosted by Jason Napolitano, author of If You Can Worry, You Can Meditate (available on Amazon and at CosmicEye.org) and Co-Hosted by Chris Sheridan author of Spirit in the Sky (available now on ChrisSheridan.com.) The Cosmic Eye show is a weekly metaphysical podcast where each week we talk about important spiritual books and ideas to help listeners positively transform their lives. We investigate spiritual, esoteric, and occult wisdom on a wide variety of figures such as Manly Hall, C.G. Jung, Israel Regardie, Crowley, Jordan Peterson, Alan Watts, Marie Louise Von Franz, Pythagoras, Paul Foster Case, Vivekananda, Yogananda, and others. As well as subjects such as Meditation, Yoga, Psychology, Mythology, Magick, New Thought, Men's Studies, Poetry, Art, Initiation, Ritual, Shamanism, and Folk traditions. --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/cosmiceye/support

Monday October 10th (00:00) The wedding and walk were smashing successes. (11:54) Floyd and his man had to have a talk. What do you do with all those apples you pick? (21:33) Ruffians disturbing Floyd at work and the Manic Music Mix. (27:08) GM and UAW are deadlocked. High speed pursuit of man who stole a car with an infant. The McRib is back, do you care? Floyd on football. (35:40) The Joker made millions and won records. Taylor starred on SNL. Aaron Carter has left the country. (45:40) I have lots of wedding questions for today’s PFOL. (54:24) My old friend Monica is here with her (business) partner to make an ask of Floyd. (1:05:51) Camila and Shawn are in love. Miley has a new man. Stacey Dash is free. Batwoman premiered. (1:12:09) Janet calls and texts round one! (1:24:13) Round two! (1:31:09) Signs and MLT!

Craig Behrhorst talks Ruffians in the Vault --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/zetros-toxic-vault0/support

The Club takes the fight to the Ruffians as they play the N64 cult hit Sin & Punishment. Is it a TREASURE or should they bury it to never be played again? Find out on this episode of Jump Up Supercast Game Club! Follow along with THE LIST, right here: https://pastebin.com/bfNNjNyV Jump Up Supercast is a weekly podcast about all things beautiful (aka video games). News, gameplay discussions and ranking games between 6 "friends." Find us on your favorite podcast service! YouTube: www.youtube.com/channel/UCmhjjIHf3Xk4fSbuDFSc6nQ Soundcloud: @user-177269209 Facebook: www.facebook.com/Jump-Up-Supercas…70895/?ref=br_rs Twitter: www.twitter.com/JumpUpSupercast Instagram: www.instagram.com/jumpupsupercast/

Written by Rev Dr Bro Joseph Fort Newton, This Short Talk discusses the inclusion of the Ruffians in the Hiramic legend: who they are (ourselves); what they represent (statecraft, priestcraft, and the mob mind); and how we defeat them. Enjoy!

The one I should have uploaded last week! The Ruffians give us the dirty truth.

Yeah buddy! Let's get the lowdown about the upcoming St.Louis Rally!!

Uncle, Duke and the Chief, the latest offering from Toronto-by-way-of-Midland, Ontario's Born Ruffians, truly feels like a return to form. It welcomes back original drummer Steve Hamelin (who had taken leave from the band to pursue a degree), and with the original line-up back in play, it seems inevitable that the charm and youthful energy of their debut Red, Yellow and Blue would also surface. Though the Ruffians' palette has expanded greatly since their primary-coloured start, on Uncle, Duke and The Chief — a title charmingly made up of each members' (singer/guitarist Luke Lalonde, bassist Mitch Derosier and Hamelin) father's nicknames — their past peeks through, exuberance and all. Opening tune "Forget Me," reportedly written through tears on the day Bowie died, starts with an acoustic strum as Lalonde begins to sing, handclaps working as initial percussion before Hamelin and Derosier join in. The lyrics, largely dealing with death ("Someday / a white light / will come for you / to comfort you") are certainly some of the Ruffians' darkest (see "waiting on a sun that's never rising" in "Fade to Black"), but there is sweetness still. It's a warm welcome to the album, and immediately seems to boast the familiar boisterousness of the Ruffians of old. The doo-wop-ish "Miss You" follows, with all three Ruffians harmonizing as the song gains momentum and the energy increases. "Side Tracked" is a standout, softening the pace a bit and allowing Derosier to play a delightful scale-skipping bass line. You'll want a hand to hold during the simple and sincere "Love Too Soon" as it swims in a sea of warm bass, gentle tambourine taps, organ swells and just the sweetest addition of whistling that threatens to make it all too much (but doesn't). It certainly feels like a companion to much-loved tune "Little Garcon," but without the foot-stomping shout-along ending. The Ruffians even somehow get away with a millennial whoop, found throughout "Tricky" — thank Lalonde's very fun vocal delivery (asking "When are you gonna come hooooome?" in that exaggerated deep register) and the song's terribly infectious energy for that. It's the pairing of melodies that comfort, and lyrics that threaten to take it away, that really make this album. Where 2015's RUFF spoke of being disheartened and disillusioned in the creative world, Uncle, Duke and the Chief is honest about life — its ups, its downs, its changes and rearrangements, procrastination and stress, and certainly its inevitable end. The simple production, with Lalonde's untamed vocals clear as a bell and Hamelin's homecoming, lets the joy that played a part in the process of making the short and sweet Uncle, Duke and the Chief shine evidently through. (Paper Bag)

Massive bee vandalism in Iowa. Chris gets gangsta on some ruffians. Nadine and Brando pop into the studio with the flu. Chris curses some more. Patreon.com/TheWeedShow & www.TheWeedShow.com

Far away in a charming county known as Sonoma lives three adorable Pugs, Roxy, Blue and Bono, with their fashion designer mom, Susan and photographer/visual artist dad, Phillip. A passion for performing and a love of sci fi and fantasy led them to create Pupstar Sonoma, one of the most ambitious and fun fashion and lifestyle brands this interviewer has seen. Come on an adventure with me and discover what’s behind the curtain of the brand that icon, Valentino and actress Zooey Deschannel, recognized and sought out. Game of Thrones, Peaky Blinders, Gilligan’s Island fans, you won’t want to miss this! More details on this episode MP3 Podcast - The Most Stylish Ruffians in Westeros and Beyond on Pet Life Radio

On the latest episode of DE4Live, join Dirty Fabien in Ft. Pierce Florida as he shares cigars, beer and bacon with the Distinguished Ruffians. Learn who the Distinguished Ruffians are, and what their organization is about! Dirty Fabien and Executive Producer Joe are even patched in as members of the group! It's a lot of fun and a real honor to join these Distinguished gentlemen! Plus BACON!

Brown and the free settlers were optimistic that they could bring Kansas into the union as a slavery-free state. After the winter snows thawed in 1856, the pro-slavery activists began a campaign to seize Kansas on their own terms. Brown was particularly affected by the sacking of Lawrence in May 1856, in which a sheriff-led posse destroyed newspaper offices and a hotel. Only one man, a Border Ruffian, was killed. Preston Brooks's caning of anti-slavery Senator Charles Sumner in the United States Senate also fueled Brown's anger. A pro-slavery writer, Benjamin Franklin Stringfellow, of the Squatter Sovereign, wrote that "[pro-slavery forces] are determined to repel this Northern invasion, and make Kansas a Slave State; though our rivers should be covered with the blood of their victims, and the carcasses of the Abolitionists should be so numerous in the territory as to breed disease and sickness, we will not be deterred from our purpose". Brown was outraged by both the violence of the pro-slavery forces, and what he saw as a weak and cowardly response by the antislavery partisans and the Free State settlers, whom he described as "cowards, or worse". https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Brown_(abolitionist)#Pottawatomie John Brown's raid on Harper's Ferry was an effort by armed abolitionist John Brown to initiate an armed slave revolt in 1859 by taking over a United States arsenal at Harpers Ferry, Virginia. Brown's party of 22 was defeated by a company of U.S. Marines, led by First Lieutenant Israel Greene. Colonel Robert E. Lee was in overall command of the operation to retake the arsenal. John Brown had originally asked Harriet Tubman and Frederick Douglass, both of whom he had met in his transformative years as an abolitionist in Springfield, Massachusetts, to join him in his raid, but Tubman was prevented by illness, and Douglass declined, as he believed Brown's plan would fail. https://www.google.com/search?q=john+Brown+plans+Harpers+Ferry&rlz=1C5CHFA_enUS721US721&oq=john+Brown+plans+Harpers+Ferry&aqs=chrome..69i57.16991j0j7&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8 Public Access America PublicAccessPod Productions Footage downloaded and edited by Jason at PublicAccessPod producer of Public Access America Podcast Links Review us Stitcher: goo.gl/XpKHWB Review us iTunes: goo.gl/soc7KG Subscribe GooglePlay: goo.gl/gPEDbf YouTube goo.gl/xrKbJb YouTube “Not for ourselves alone, but that we must teach others.” Elizabeth Cady Stanton

As the party continue searching through Tresendar Manor to clear out any remaining Ruffians, some truth bombs are dropped about one of the party members and what exactly the Ruffians have been up to.

Episode 7: After their grizzly discovery in episode 006, our heroes are perturbed to hear the sound of footsteps climbing the stairs toward them... Will they finally get to the bottom of the mystery of the death house??? With huge thanks to Battle bards.com Kevin MaCleod at Incompetech FesliyanStudios and Pedar B Heland For their excellent music and sfx

Our good friend - Steve Young - from San Diego, CA crashes the party.  We had a blast with Steve while he was in town.  We saw Jaye Bartell, Kevin Morby, Billy Changer, and Broncho live and recorded this podcast.  We discuss these bands as well as Viet Cong, and much….much….more!  

What do Tangled and Trials of the Temple have in common? Turns out Kylo Ren and Rapunzel are best friends! That's not true. All of it. But it IS true that the Disney Cruise Line's Disney Magic has a NEW Tangled: The Musical show! Chickaphant's parents tell us all about it. New music composed by Alan Menken! Ruffians! Thugs! And a light-up Pascal with Snuggly Duckling mug? Sign me up! March 10th was Sarah's birthday! She made it an excuse to do a Disney day and FINALLY complete a Disneyland Easter Egg Hunt 3 years in the making. Richard and Sarah were able to ride the NEW Luigi's Rollicking Roadsters and we also saw a NEW chilling addition to Jedi Training: Trials Of The Temple. Now where does this fit in the new Star Wars Canon? At dinner we got into a heavy debate with friends and Skywalkers Anthony Fox, Rebecca Goodman, Georgia Peach & Jeff Peterson. If you want to weigh in, please tweet at us @SkywalkingPod! Also on this episode: Things We Want To Share - Sarah's Zootopia Disney Infinity Figure Review. Nick Wilde and Judy Hopps have hopped right into our hearts. Skywalker Shout-Outs and Skywalker of the Week. WHERE WE WILL BE (IN REAL LIFE) 4/14-4/17/2016: Star Wars Half Marathon Meet-up at Walt Disney World! Event Details SUPPORT THE SHOW Skywalking Through Neverland T-Shirts plus DESIGNS at TeePublic! Check them out HERE. Shopping HerUniverse? Click here! CONTACT US tweet! tweet! @SkywalkingPod Send emails to share@skywalkingthroughneverland.com and follow us on Facebook. If you dug this episode, click over to iTunes | Stitcher | YouTube and leave us a review!

What do Tangled and Trials of the Temple have in common? Turns out Kylo Ren and Rapunzel are best friends! That’s not true. All of it. But it IS true that the Disney Cruise Line’s Disney Magic has a NEW Tangled: The Musical show! Chickaphant’s parents tell us all about it. New music composed by Alan Menken! Ruffians! Thugs! And a light-up Pascal with Snuggly Duckling mug? Sign me up! March 10th was Sarah’s birthday! She made it an excuse to do a Disney day and FINALLY complete a Disneyland Easter Egg Hunt 3 years in the making. Richard and Sarah were able to ride the NEW Luigi’s Rollicking Roadsters and we also saw a NEW chilling addition to Jedi Training: Trials Of The Temple. Now where does this fit in the new Star Wars Canon? At dinner we got into a heavy debate with friends and Skywalkers Anthony Fox, Rebecca Goodman, Georgia Peach & Jeff Peterson. If you want to weigh in, please tweet at us @SkywalkingPod! Also on this episode: Things We Want To Share - Sarah’s Zootopia Disney Infinity Figure Review. Nick Wilde and Judy Hopps have hopped right into our hearts. Skywalker Shout-Outs and Skywalker of the Week. WHERE WE WILL BE (IN REAL LIFE) 4/14-4/17/2016: Star Wars Half Marathon Meet-up at Walt Disney World! Event Details SUPPORT THE SHOW Skywalking Through Neverland T-Shirts plus DESIGNS at TeePublic! Check them out HERE. Shopping HerUniverse? Click here! CONTACT US tweet! tweet! @SkywalkingPod Send emails to share@skywalkingthroughneverland.com and follow us on Facebook. If you dug this episode, click over to iTunes | Stitcher | YouTube and leave us a review!

Happy Anniversary to us as we celebrate our 25th Episode of Booth One! Sing along with the Flintstones as we toast a milestone in our podcast history. Sing Along Here As a token of this momentous occasion, Gary presents Roscoe with a "silver" quarter from the state commemorative collection, worth at most .25 cents.  Don't spend it all in one place, Roscoe. It's a Gallimaufry show today (gal·li·mau·fry ɡaləˈmôfrē/noun: plural noun: gallimaufries 1. a jumble or medley of things. 2. a dish made of diced from minced meat, especially a hash or ragout), as Gary and Roscoe explore a variety of topical subjects and current trends. First, a thank you to Episode 24 guest Melanie Neilan read bio for being so gracious and entertaining. This is proving to be one of our most listened-to episodes. We're certain that this young actress has an amazing career ahead. And a touch back to the famous Fairy Castle of silent screen star         Colleen Moore. Roscoe and Gary pledge to make a field trip to the Museum of Science and Industry soon to view it in person. Our Sourpus Smithers pet peeves of the week include the outrageously wasteful length of CVS pharmacy receipts read why, and one-armed self check-out customers who can't seem the grasp the concept that two hands are quicker than one! A last goodbye to the Asian elephants of the Ringling Bros. circus. Officials announced that they will retire all the creatures by the end of May 2016, a full two years before previously promised. read full story So if you want to see these wonders of nature up close in performance, better hurry to your nearest arena and catch them while you can. Don't forget! Gary tells a sad story - for a change - of a shark trapped in a chlorinated pool in Florida. Rescuers were likely too late to save the creature, who was placed in the pool by some hooligan youths. Full Story Rewards have been offered and we hope they catch these vandals before they destroy another wild animal. Gary officially retires his Keys to the Carly segment this week, as the famed failed CEO and queen of the helmet hair has been relegated to the under card at the last 3 GOP debates.  Farewell, dear Carlton S. It was fun while it lasted. We suspect this isn't the last we'll hear from Frau Fiorina. The Oscar race is heating up, with controversy and drama regarding the lack of diversity in the 20 acting nominations. NYT Story Who's to blame and what can the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences do to better address the question of gender and racial diversity in the Oscar voting? Hollywood Reporter view Gary and Roscoe Around The Town features a look at some recent and current stage events including - the pre-Broadway Chicago tryout of the new musical Gotta Dance Variety review; the Milwaukee Symphony Orchestra's one-night-only tribute to Jerry Herman read about the show ; and The Ruffians production of Burning Bluebeard Hypocrites website, a "holiday" show presented by The Hypocrites at the Den Theatre. Roscoe nearly falls off his bar stool at the news that Bette Midler is slated to star in Hello, Dolly! in the spring of 2017. Jerry Herman is quoted as saying, "Only Bette could bring Dolly brilliantly back to 'the lights of 14th Street!' " see more at Playbill.com Roscoe relates an acecdote about Ann-Margret once auditioning for the film version role of Irene Malloy. Hard to imagine... Steppenwolf Theatre announces the creation of a new bar and cafe next door to their main stage theatre. read full story  This should add some much needed social gathering space to the Halsted corridor rife with restaurants but lacking in drinking establishments. Looking ahead to the summer, the Grant Park Music Festival has announce it's lineup in Millennium Park. see the full 2016 season  Notable events include a tribute to Cole Porter featuring Karen Mason and a silent film screening with the orchestra playing the score. The film is TBA,

There is much malarkey amok in this episode. Ruffians and hooligans running this way and that, spreading shenanigans, and other such undesirable behavior! Not least of which is the unsavory business of young Master Collin and his indiscretions with a certain Russian bird, who will remain nameless. Quite unsettling, this turn of events.On a random side note: It turns out that there was a racing horse named Shenanigans, who foaled another famous racing horse, Ruffian. Imagine my troubles when trying to find an image for this episode that WASN'T a horse!Headlines:BitWalk your way to a richer, slimmer you!We're getting more news from social media. An unofficial app makes PS4 behave like Xbox OneAdBlock users get locked out Yahoo mailDell has its own Superfish problemsHilton to Zohner: How would you like a free year of identity protection?LG Urbane 2 canceled for . . . image quality?Apple acquires FaceShiftYour Apple Watch is a $17K hand warmerZuke eats crow, wants a Fossil watchEurope's "Right To Be Forgotten" law is really effecting some websitesWindows 10 proves the skeptics right. Skeptics claim they are always rightT-Mobile making it rain up in here for Sprint customersZuke’s Favorite: Captain America - Civil WarSchmidty’s Favorite: Raspberry Pi ZeroZohner’s Favorite: The Wah Wah Machine See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

#TheUltimateMusiQatWork is a radio show mixed live by MusiQWorks and other DJ guests around the world at New York best radio station, BegRadio, every Thursdays from 2PM to 3PM EST(SA 8PM to 9PM). So do make sure you are tuned in to #TheUltimateMusiQatWork for a better experience of live house mixes. This week 27 August 2015 show was mixed by Ruffian SA ListenLive http://streamdb5web.securenetsystems.net/v5/WBEG Enjoy the music! Follow http://twitter.com/begradio http://twitter.com/musiqworks Please do leave a COMMENT, appreciate your feedback PLAY II SHARE II DOWNLD

Welcome to yet another episode of MusiQ@Work Weekly Podcast, where we discover new talent and music every week. Thanks for stopping by. This week we feature Ruffians SA from South Africa,for a fusion of Deep and Minimal Tech house experience. Please don’t forget to follow us for updates and more: FB : MusiQ Works Twitter : @MusiQWorks Play , Download, Share and leave a comment #BeTouched #BeBlessed

In this week’s extra-boozy episode, we talk about heist movies! Because, seriously, don’t we all want to be part of a heist at some part of our lives? It’s even a great word. HEIST. Roll that around in your mouth for a while. HEISSSSST. Anyway, if you would like to drink along, we found a … Continue reading The post Episode 32: Ooh, Ruffians! appeared first on Xanadu Cinema Pleasure Dome.

How -- and why -- would you tell the tragic story of the 1903 Iroquois Theatre disaster as a clown piece? Playwright/actor Jay Torrence and director Halena Kays join Anne Nicholson Weber to discuss the development of their unlikely and haunting hit, Burning Bluebeard, which was originally created at The Neo-Futurists and is now being remounted by The Ruffians at Theatre Wit.

9 AM - We play Dominick Asks; We revisit Black Friday wackiness; Guy used bow and arrow to defend his home from ruffians; We talk to the bow and arrow gentleman.

Lecture by Swami Tyagananda, on the 20th of March, 2011, at the Ramakrishna Vedanta Society of Boston, MA. This is the seventh and final lecture in the series on Contemplation through Songs in which we study the songs from the book "The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna"