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One person in today’s Second Date Update stood up in the middle of their dinner, and THREW down their chair in a crowded restaurant. Safe to say you’ll need to hear what happened in the podcast!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 6 Zane and the Chancellor Get Jiggy In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels. He who said 'Live by the sword/die by the sword' wasn't into empire-building     In past lives I must have been the first guy up the ladder storming the city walls, the first one into the castle breech, and that trooper charging the machine gun nest, because the only thing I could think to do when my hands were on my nemesis's breasts was to pinch those nipples harder and pull them toward me and up. Mel gasped and fell forward, pressing her chest into mine. I kept twisting and pulling her nipples for thirty seconds while she made these little choking noises, ending in one loud gasp when I let them go. She kept her hands resting on my hips while she brought her breathing under control. "You ,  bastard , she wheezed. "I am ,  going to ,  make you pay." "You sound so angry, Professor Bazz, but I notice you still have your body pressed tightly against mine," I pointed out in a deep seductive voice. I could feel her willing her body away but the flesh refused to obey. I dragged a hand from her shoulder, up her neck to her jawline, then back to her neck. "Your pulse is throbbing like a race horse, Professor," I whispered. "If I stay, I'm going kiss you, and if I kiss you, we are going to end up on the floor ,  so I had better go." Maybe it was the whole city wall/breech/machine gun thing that made me dip down into her. Bazz moved her face away but that only opened up my real target area more. I bit into her neck, eliciting an absolutely slutty yelp, then followed up with a few seconds of tight suction. It ended with one last jab of the tongue before I pulled away. Bazz regarded me, angry but also anxiously anticipating my next move. "I need to go now or I'll be late for Karate Club," I informed her as I backed for the door. The Chancellor answered that with another slap, which stung, and a stomp on my foot, which I avoided. "Was that for the bite, or for leaving you wanting more?" I inquired, "You really do look sizzling hot right now so I'm kind of wondering." "Get ,  out," she growled. With that she strutted back to her desk but before she could round the corner, I let out a low wolf whistle that brought her up cold. She looked over her shoulder with a furious glare. "Whoops, sorry," I shrugged. "You have a great ,  well, I was going to say ass, but really your waist, hips, ass, thighs and calves are all pretty damn fine. You can't blame me for enjoying the view." Randy picked up a glass and gold statue from her desk and hefted it, clearly calculating her desire to hit me with it against the value of the item. "I'll make you grovel at me feet," she said with relish, putting the statue back down. "I'm going to fuck you like I own you," I rebounded. Our eyes clashed, then she pointed to the door. This time I wised up enough to make a gracious exit, breezing past Ms. Marlow and Ms. Goodswell as I left. The women went in opposite directions, Ms. Marlowe going into Doctor Bazz's office and shutting the door with Ms. Goodswell running me down and grabbing my arm. "Zane, what ,  did she slap you?" she blurted out as she looked at my face. "I've had worse," I replied. "What did you do?" she worried. "I'd tell you but you would most likely be ashamed of me. Suffice it to say we didn't part on friendly terms but I'm not expelled yet either," I informed her. "Zane, you don't know who you are truly dealing with," she pleaded, suddenly vulnerable. "She got to you, didn't she?" I asked with new insight. "I'm not going to turn on you, if that's what you are asking/" Virginia assured me. "No. She got to you when you were here as a student," I clarified the question for her. Her lack of response was its own answer. "Are you using me to strike back at her?" I wondered. "No ,  no. Zane, I want you to win on your own merits and not for something I did years ago," she answered fitfully. We silently stared at one another for a few seconds. "How bad is it going to be now?" she questioned me. "How personal has this become?" "Well," I mumbled, "I caught her masturbating, pinched and twisted her nipples, then bit her on the neck ,  oh, and I told her she had a nice body." "You are an idiot," was her assessment. "She is going to make it her personal mission to cause you as much pain as possible." I gave a timid smile. "Damn it, Zane, she will still come after the people around you." "Virginia, she is going to come after us no matter what I do or don't do as long as I stay. The difference is that now I have her out in the open. Now I no longer have to guess what she might be like or what's going around in her head. Making it personal makes it easier on me because I don't doubt that I belong here anymore," I explained. "Now it is me versus an evil bitch." "She's not been beaten in ten years," she warned me. "That's because you hit like girls," I joked. "I thought by now you would have learned how hard girls can hit," Virginia sighed. "It isn't that girls can't hit hard, it is the boobs that get in the way," I quipped. Virginia gave me a glare that was more amused than angry. "I have to get to Karate Club now." "Go," she dismissed me, and off I went. First Victory at the Gym This round of Karate Club started much better than Wednesday's, seeing how I could stand without pain again. I spent the first half of the hour sparring with my second tier teammates and doing exceptionally well. When we were called together for a joint session with the first team, most were elated; me, I was suspicious. Coach Dana Gorman brought out Team Captain Wilhelmina Spellman and pretty much broke her down in front of us. Cappadocia came and went down next. "This has been very unsatisfying. It is clear that our leadership has been lax in developing our skills. Is there anyone willing to defend this team's progress?" It didn't take a rocket scientist to understand there was more to come of the beatings Willy and Cappy had gone through. "What about you, Mr. Braxton?" Dana came to the point of this whole exercise. Willy and Cappy, like me, were Christina supporters, and this was clearly an effort to nip the rebellion in the bud. "Thanks but no thanks; I think I've learned enough from you today. Maybe I'll feel ready for a fascist beat-down on Friday," I laughed. "Fine, Mr. Braxton , she continued. "Please Dana, call me Zane, since you are clearly trying to figure a way to get my blood on your fists," I interrupted. "Zane, if you show a little backbone and join me in a friendly practice session, I'll make you exempt from Handmaiden's Duty tomorrow," Dana offered. "Make it any person of my choice and we have a deal," I answered. "Very well," Dana agreed. "I choose Rio Talon," I jumped at the opportunity. "Done. Now get up here," Dana motioned. "Who will referee us?" I inquired; Dana smiled and pointed to the first team member whose ass I'd kicked an hour earlier, Mercy Chaplain. That seemed fair , We went to our sparring positions. It should be pointed out that I had two years of informal training in kickboxing; Dana had over fifteen years of competitive experience in Karate. I had height, weight, and reach on her, but since this was a Karate match I couldn't use all my moves. In essence, I should have been running instead of fighting. "Ready ,  Go," Mercy shouted. My first thought was 'Damn, that's fast,' as I blundered my way through my initial block. I didn't have a second to marvel at my good fortune before another quick flow of kicks and punches came my way. I ran out of room, luck, and fighting space, taking a blow to the cheek. "Point!" Mercy called out. We fell back to our initial positions and we started again. This time I ended flat on my back and her 'touch' to my chest that was supposed to finish me really hurt. "Point." "Is this the best you've got, Zane? Do you want to give up now?" Dana asked evenly. I spun up, resumed my starting position but remained silent. Dana lined up and came at me again. This time I did the wrong thing; I gave up my reach advantage, catching her off-guard for the split second it took me to drive my knee into her diaphragm. I rode the blow into Dana, driving her into the ground and finishing her with a blow to the chest. "Point." I rolled off the coach before she could react and reverse our positions. Dana sprung up and took a fighting stance. "That wasn't a Karate move," she pointed out angrily. "This isn't a training session so I guess that makes us even," I grinned. "Do you want to give up now?" I retook my start position but adopted the more fluid kick-boxing style. "I see you've stopped pretending to know Karate," she snorted. "At least one of us has stopped pretending," I shot back. "When you actually start caring for this club again, let me know." The strike was so fast I didn't really see it. I'm so damn good my arm actually tried to block before the thought registered in my head; I was just too slow and she snaked past my guard to slam her fist into my stomach. Another blow came, followed by a leg-sweep. I plummeted to the ground and Dana was on me like a leopard closing for the kill. Dana's only problem was that this had ceased being tournament combat and become a street fight. I brought a knee up between us, deflected her fist with my elbow, and pile-drove my skull into her forehead. This let me leverage her off me and break back to my feet. Just my luck; Dana was right on me, barely letting me get my hands up for protection. The Coach was still coming on, rapid-fire with kicks and punches; I could not find an opening to attack back. Something had changed, though; Dana was showing me much more respect. Twice more I fended her off from the ground but the third time she was simply too much, connecting her fist to my cheek so hard she drew blood. I half-expected a second punch but it never came. "Point?" Mercy called out in confusion. Dana stood up quickly and looked at me. I jumped to a standing position in one fluid move. I rubbed the back of my hand against my cheek. The sweat stung the wound and I left a smear of blood, which I licked off. I defiantly walked back to my starting position. She came at me like a desert storm, fierce and burning. The outcome was pretty much the same except I took the finishing blow like a jackhammer to my jaw. "Point." I saw stars and was still wobbling when I returned to my starting position. Not being at 100%, the results were predictable, I was back on the mat in five seconds. "Point." "Stay down," she ordered me quietly. I pushed myself up and worked my way back for some more punishment. Dana took her position and ,  I kicked her so hard upside her head I was momentarily afraid I'd broken her neck. She landed face first; I flipped her over and punched her hard in the sternum. "Point." "I can keep this up all day long," I promised Dana as I took my turn staring down at the Defeated. Thirty seconds later I was staring up the ceiling of the gym with several girls, Dana and Cappy among them, looking down at me. "What happened to the other guy?" I moaned. "What other guy?" Cappadocia said, "It was , She was clearly worried I had a concussion. "The truck that hit me," I joked weakly. "Please tell me that hitting my face ruined their whole day." "It seems you weren't able to keep this up all day after all," Coach Dana told me as she stood to leave. I was on Martian time," I coughed. "They have much shorter days." I had no idea if that was true or not; I should ask Iona. "I think our lessons are finished for today," Dana announced. "Right when I was starting to wear you down," I teased her. Dana stopped walking away and studied me with annoyance. I tried to stand, with half the girls trying to help me up while the others tried to hold me down for my own survival's sake. "Assume the start position," Dana ordered me sternly. I finally managed to force my way to my feet but by the time I had, Wilhelmina had taken my place. "Wilhelmina?" Coach Dana questioned. "I apologize," Willy stated. "I've learned my mistake. I should have never given up on your lessons so easily the first time. I clearly haven't learned enough but I'm willing to keep at it as long as you are." "Me too," Cappadocia chimed in defiantly. Dana Gorman wasn't an easy woman to push around. Willy, Cappy, and two other girls kept going at her until we had to break for dinner. Before the five of us left the gym I tapped Gorman on her shoulder. "Rio has tomorrow free and clear, remember?" I asked. Dana nodded reluctantly. "What about Ms. Becket?" she questioned. "You keep the fight fair and I'm not worried about it. You keep making this crap up as you go along and we will have a serious Come to Jesus meeting. Please pass the word on because I'd hate for some girl to walk into this thinking you can protect them," I cautioned her. "Mr. Braxton, I can protect them," Dana stated confidently. "I sincerely doubt that since you have no idea how I'd get my revenge," I grinned, before spinning away and starting to join my fellow students. "All I have to do is stop you, Zane," she pointed out. "That's your mistake, Dana; I'm no longer alone. We are willing to play as rough as you are now. If you keep this an educational experience nothing will happen," I warned her. "Do you really think you have that much power here?" Dana scoffed. "Nope. But then, I'm not the idiot who punished Christina Buchanan for showing a bit of mercy toward Rio and I. Without her, we were doomed, so thank the Chancellor for giving us all common cause," I explained before leaving with the ladies. By the time I made it to the Dining Hall things were looking bitter and depressing but events quickly proved my boast to Dana to be correct. The pro-Rhaine forces had been pretty harsh to the freshmen supporting Christina and morale was low. Christina had, upon arrival, started rallying her supporters with a few kind words and a gentle touch. When Mrs. Carradine went to stop her and make her resume her seat, Rio 'accidently' coated the teacher in spaghetti, broccoli and a double helping of jello. She didn't get to enjoy her success for long; four girls planted their trays on Rio's head right after that. But they clearly didn't know who they were dealing with. Rio calmly picked up a meatball from the ground, popped it in her mouth and told them, "Yo, bitch, tell the cook it needs more salt," then made her way back to her seat and acted like nothing had happened. Iona grinned wearily and brushed some broccoli out of Rio's hair. The train wreck that followed was predictable. The teachers tried to enforce a ban to stop the food fighting but clearly were far more concerned with suppressing Christina's side. Five unresolved food attacks later, Christina secretly sent out the word and her followers attacked en mass, selecting known Rhaine supporters and burying them in one rush that no authority on the floor could stop. Before the teachers could bring order out of the chaos, Christina directed her people to escape. I joined the exodus and soon found myself in a group of ten seniors, Christina and company included. I stood next to Barbie Lynn as the others hashed out what was going on and slowly, the reason for me being there was revealed. Seniors and juniors were in this little movement because they knew, liked, and respected Christina. Freshmen and sophomores were more in this because of me, mainly based on the novelty of my existence. I was an administrative screw-up, but I was TheIR administrative screw-up. I also made the Handmaiden's Duty a fun thing whenever I could and not an onerous chore. Apparently, a few of them even described me to the seniors as 'charming'. Our problem was, how did we make our rebellion grow? The fact was that most of the incentives were doled out by the faculty. "We target sympathetic teachers, then," Christina directed. "That food fight had to make us look good too," Chastity said. "Nothing is as effective as a failed suppression attempt." "I'm fixing up the Solarium tomorrow," I informed the group. "So?" one of the unnamed seniors stated in a condescending matter. "You need a broom?" "Actually, I've recruited ninety freshmen and we are going to prep the entire roof for occupation," I responded. The senior looked to Christina who gave her a clever lopsided grin. "Temperance, I told you he wasn't a lost cause," Christina reminded her. "Occupation for what?" Faith inquired. I looked nervously about because that part of the plan was so easy to bust apart. I decided to give a partial lie. "On Sunday afternoon I'm having furniture delivered from a rental service," I told them. "What's a sofa or two going to accomplish?" Temperance questioned. "How about three flat screens, two pool tables, a hot tub, two refrigerators, a coffee bar, a Wi-Fi hot spot, and eight rooms full of furniture?" I related to the small group. "You are bringing in all of that?" Temperance gasped. "You got us a hot tub?" Barbie Lynn exulted. "Zane inherited a small fortune," Christina pointed out. "That's small by Christina's standards," Chastity teased her friends. "Yes, Barbie Lynn, our dorm will have a hot tub," I tried to keep the lusty images of Barbie in a bikini out of my mind. By the look in her eyes she was having even less success than I was, though; I doubted I looked as good in a bikini. "How are you getting the water up there?" Hope seemed intrigued. "The roof's gardens were rigged for irrigation so we have the water. I am adding a few hot water heaters for any other needs, including the dish washer, washer/dryer, sauna, and showers and Jacuzzi tubs. Believe me, I had some friends look this over," I promised. "I think we can trust Iona to have done a thorough job," Christina glanced my way knowingly. "Iona?" a different senior asked. "Iona Becket," Heaven answered with a smirk. "That's his witty little sidekick who invented Zane's Handmaiden's Duty schedule. She's tons smarter than he is." "Heaven, anytime you want to stop talking about me as if I'm not in the room, feel free," I jibbed. "Don't hold your breath, sweet-cheeks," Heaven snapped right back. That little exchange seemed to have eased the tension in the group. "Let's split and keep up the recruiting drive. Stick to groups when we can and try to help any freshmen we know to be on our side," Christina directed. The group split up but instead of heading into my dorm I headed toward the parking lot. "Zane, where are you going?" Christina inquired. "I promised my aunt we'd spend a few more dinners together and I'm late as it is, but can I have a moment of your time when I get back?" I responded. Christina gave me a curious look then nodded and led her posse in the other direction. Each girl waved me good-bye in their own way. After the dining hall melee, eating with my aunt was purely mundane and relaxing, for which I was very thankful. Honestly I only wanted to shave her legs. "Zane, what's up?" Christina said by way of greetings when I returned to campus that night. Despite the gang being alone, the group of us gathered in tightly together. "I had an interesting talk with the Chancellor today, as you all probably know. Among other things, she told me she knew Heaven's secret and she'd expose it and my relationship with her, bringing about my humiliation," I informed them. There was a hush amongst us. "What, what did you tell her?" Heaven asked fearfully. "I told her to go right ahead," I replied. A murmur of displeasure went through the group, except Christina, who stared intently at the ground, and Heaven who looked like she was going to cry, or kick my ass. "How could you do that to me?" Heaven whispered. Before I could answer, Christina chuckled softly. "Heaven, the key phrase here is 'humiliate him'. Zane isn't afraid of the whole world knowing you two are together. She's severely underestimated him and his ability to differentiate between lust and friendship." Heaven looked to me for verification. I gave her a kiss on the lips before saying, "Christina said it better than I could, but she knows what I meant." "Besides," Hope added, "now that Zane is here, Heaven, you get grandfathered in, so to speak. You've been here three years so they have to let you graduate." Heaven look to me with some kind of new curiosity. Once again I almost wish she'd kick me instead. "Heaven?" I questioned her. She bit her lip. "Can we have some boyfriend-girlfriend time?" she asked me all of a sudden. "Damn, Heaven, I thought we agreed to share Zane?" Chastity teased her. "Along with letting the poor guy get some sleep from time to time," Hope agreed. "Can we get together tomorrow, Heaven?" I begged my transsexual lover. "Make sure you get Barbie Lynn's permission," Faith joked weakly. "Screw this," I groaned, "I'm getting a clone." "That's enough, ladies," Christina announced. "Zane, thank you for the information. It gives us some things to think about; good night." Heaven rushed up and kissed me hungrily before joining her departing friends - ravenous little minx. I've Never Done this Before I made my way to the dorm and proceeded quietly to the fifth floor, saying goodnight to a few girls along the way. I was pretty sure the door being locked guaranteed me a bit of alone time. Clue number one that this was not going to happen was the soft fluttering glow from the top of the stairs followed by the faint scent of roses and wax. I was trying to figure out what Barbie Lynn had planned when I came up to the landing and saw Brandi and Opal reclining on the bed and staring at me, illuminated by the light of a dozen candles. 'Oh, fuck,' I thought, 'Brandi, leg shaving, rescheduled from earlier this evening, plus Opal hoping for a three-way later. Damn it!' I must look somewhat put-out because when Brandi addressed me she was cautious. "Is everything okay?" "Yes, absolutely," I responded. "I need to get some hot water, some towels, and we can begin." "We brought up the towels and hooked up a coffee maker for the hot water," Opal said. "Great," I summoned up as much enthusiasm as I could manage, "let's see what I've got to work with." I walked up to Brandi, taking off my shirt. As I came up, Brandi swung her legs off the bed and spread them to either side of me. I sat cross-legged on the floor, taking my shoes and socks off. Before slowly and sensually removing her shoes and socks, I made sure to massage each calf. "So, what kinds of tools are being provided?" I questioned her. "We have shaving cream, a safety razor, a multi-purpose moustache trimmer," Opal presented to me. "Trimmer?" I questioned. Instead of speaking, Brandi stood up - which kind of put her crotch right in my face - then slowly wiggled down her panties until she stepped out of them and tossed them aside. "I want a rose," Brandi informed me with some passion as she lifted her skirt and exposed her pubic hair for my sculpting pleasure. I was at a total loss of what to do so I went with what came natural; I leaned forward and took a lick. Brandi was already quite worked up, juicy and succulent to the tongue. She leaned in and began running her hands over my scalp. With Brandi's skirt draped over me, I had an epiphany: I was not alone in this. I grabbed my phone and made a rather interesting phone call, my mouth was working on Brandi as it rang. "Zane?" Leigh said. "Umm, Leigh" I responded as I switched from lips to fingers in Brandi, "I need a favor." "Sure, babe, what is it?" she replied. "I'm, well, shaving a girl's legs and, pubic hairs, hold on, Umm, I have never done this before and I don't know how to do a design," I asked. "What do you have to work with?" Leigh inquired while I dipped in deeply with my grooved tongue, bringing forth a throaty moan from Brandi. "A safety razor, shaving cream, and a moustache trimmer," I answered. "No silly, what does the area you are working with look like; thin, thick, hairy, or sparse?" Leigh asked. "I, oh, hold on," I replied. I turned the phone around, clicked it, and sent a freshly snapped picture. "Zane, did you just, Brandi gasped. "Oh, God!" she then giggled. "You did, didn't you?" I upped my licking game to assuage her worries, which only made her moan louder and rock her hips. "Zane, where are you? What are you doing right now?" Leigh snickered, knowing the answer. "Honest, Leigh, it is school work," I shot back, then "Yes, Brandi, I've brought in a consultant." This brought in more giggling from both sides of the conversation. "Zane, if you can tear yourself away from her muff, start shaving her legs and I'll call you in fifteen minutes with what the girls and I can come up with," Leigh chuckled. I reluctantly left my station beneath Brandi and poured the hot water into a basin with cooler water until it was barely uncomfortably hot. Setting things by Brandi's feet, I grinned at her. "This will be better with the skirt off," I told her. "This will be easier if everything is off," Opal added eagerly, then explained with, "You wouldn't want your shirt or bra to get wet." 'Shirt or bra to get wet?' I doubted that was where Opal's mind was at. Opal wanted a chance to ogle Brandi's naked body before closing in for the kill; my mind ran the same way. I was a tad curious, wondering what Brandi thought of Opal's continued presence but not so much that I was willing to risk the moment for Opal. Using a steamy hot cloth to coat Brandi's legs turned into a really erotic act. Once I covered the right leg, I went back and removed the first compress and applied the shaving cream. Brandi's legs were 'so hairy' I was pretty sure they hadn't been shaved since, this morning; Hell, the damn things were so smooth they were reflecting the candlelight dancing around us before I even started. I was three-quarters up the left leg when Leigh called back. "Hey, Stud, how is your latest victim doing?" Leigh teased me. I popped off a photograph of Brandi below the waist in response. "Lucky bitch," Leigh squealed. "Hey, Zane!" shouted Paris over the connection. A few more "Hey s" came over the phone right after that from girls I couldn't identify. "Come on, girls," Leigh growled playfully to her Kappa Sigma Sorority Sisters, which was followed by a chorus of "Goodnight, good luck, and see you tomorrow." "I'm sending you a rose design that should work for you and it's to scale," Leigh informed me. Sure enough, I looked at my phone and saw there was a beautifully done rose on some girl's pubic mound. It looked very realistic and I told Leigh so. "That's because it is real, Dummy. It is a sister at Colorado State," Leigh responded. "That was nice of her," I told Leigh. Leigh laughed loudly. "Nice? No, we showed her a picture of you and traded a night with you over Spring Break for the picture and the help," Leigh chuckled. "Seriously? I wasn't aware I was that good looking," I sounded incredulous. "That's why we love you, Zane, you are smoking hot but don't act like it; that and your big cock, your dynamite stamina, and that awesome sexual prowess," Leigh faux-sighed over the phone while I lowered my head in shame. I kept shaving, though, because I didn't want Brandi's skin to get cold. "Where am I going to meet my savior?" I asked Leigh. "We are still working that out," Leigh replied. "Tawny doesn't want to give you up for the entire time so we may need to fly a group of them down to Florida when we go." Great, now I was spending Spring Break in Florida, which city, I didn't know yet. "Of course I will honor my commitment to the Kappa Sigma's," I assured Leigh. "I can also help with airfare if needed." "We never doubted you, Zane; now get to work and warm that poor girl up, I mean work her over," giggle, "I mean, do your duty and make her look lovely where it counts," Leigh finished. "Thanks, Leigh, I owe you. Can I get a picture of my muse?" I inquired. "I'll give her your phone number and you two can talk it out," Leigh responded. "I'm okay with that, we should get along; but I'm off now so goodbye," I finished up. I looked up at Brandi and flashed her the picture and let her study it. "That looks cool, and she's a red-head," Brandi noted. Opal snuggled up behind Brandi on the sly and looked over her shoulder. "Well, now we know who to watch out for when we follow Zane down to Spring Break," Opal pointed out, "Or at least we know what she's like down below." I decided that working on Brandi was my mission for the night. A hot compress to her private regions was my opening diversion but as I lay the cloth down, I slipped a hand back to her cunny and slowly began to play with her lips. Brandi lay back on the bed, propped up by her elbows and resting against Opal's thighs and stomach, laying her head between Opal's breasts. Opal was on her knees behind Brandi and was reclining to let Brandi stretch out. As far as I could see, Opal was down to wearing her socks and skirt and that was all. I worked two fingers into Brandi's virgin slit; three strokes in and one up to clip the clit. I waited until Brandi's nipples were both fully erect, perky, and a deep, dark pink. I sprayed out the foam, cut the foam down to a manageable level and with the picture in one hand I began my shaving experiment. God favored Brandi because it turns out I am a prodigy with a small razor. Brandi's design was virtually identical to the girl's from Colorado. She was so enraptured with the whole procedure, she missed Opal's hands slowly sliding down her shoulder to her chest. Opal traced her fingers under Brandi's perky breasts, unnoticed except by me. When I finished, I took Brandi's hand and directed her toward my mirror on my wardrobe. She rose up on her knees and looked over my handiwork and cooed. "Zane," she turned and jumped me, "this is fantastic. All the other girls will be so jealous," Brandi squealed ecstatically. I took her by her knees and drew them toward me until I was back between her legs. "Do you want to go now or is there something more you want me to do?" I asked in a darkly sensual and seductive voice full of passion. Brandi grew quiet and uncertain so I took her tit into my mouth, held it in place, and flicked my tongue over its stiff nipple tip. "Ah, ah, ah, Zane," Brandi moaned. She bit her lip and rolled her head back until she bumped into Opal, who was moving back behind her again. "Hey," Brandi responded dreamily to Opal, as if suddenly remembering she was with us. "Hey, yourself," Opal purred in return. She moved a hand between Brandi's torso and the arm she was using to support her reclining figure, to the side of Brandi's breast. I pressed one hand between Brandi's legs and began rubbing that spot right above her hooded clit, bringing about further sexual confusion on her part. She started panting and licking her lips while shifting her gaze from my eyes to Opal's. Finally, her lips remained open and Opal knew it was the moment to breach the space between them. Brandi stiffened and I waited for her to rebel but when she didn't, I compounded the pleasure of her embrace with Opal by increasing my teasing and pulling with my teeth on her nipple as well as rubbing one finger around her clit and slipping it into her hot cunt. That did the trick because Brandi freed one supporting arm up and wrapped her hand around Opal's head and pulled her deeper into their embrace. For her part, Opal matched Brandi's passion with unleashed desire, stroking her hand around from the side of her breast into lazy circles closing in on the nipple. We kept this up for several minutes until Brandi began squirming. She ended up flopping onto her back with Opal splayed out to the side on her stomach, still kissing her lips and face. Instead of following Brandi's body up, I returned to her sweet cunt and led off with a rapid tongue-fucking that brought a quiver to her thighs almost immediately. "Oh, Christ," Brandi gasped as she arched up once, then twice, before desperately grasping my pillow and screaming into it. Great, another screamer; but at least this outcry was shrill and tingled the toes instead of shattering eardrums. I sat back on my haunches as Brandi continued to twist and writhe on the bed. Opal gently tickled Brandi's nipples, keeping Brandi's orgasm going on and on, but I saw the opportunity in this. I located an unused hot compress to clean my face then snuck over to Opal and ran a hand along her ankle. It took Opal less than a second to judge my intentions and eagerly spread her legs to allow me in. I had played with Opal before; she tasted great and responded with barely constrained excitement every time. I began placing little kisses along her inner thighs, half way up from her knees. By the time I placed the tip of my tongue on the junction between her thigh and cunt, she relented in her assault on Brandi and lay back fully on the bed. For nearly a minute the room was filled with the faint echoes of Brandi and Opal breathing heavy and my licking and lapping Opal's cunt; she was really juicy and thick to the tongue. "Hey," Brandi said in a sultry voice. I peeked up and saw she had rolled onto her side and was looking down at Opal with a romantic gleam in her eye. "Umm, Opal moaned with a serene smile on her lips, a very happy girl. "Your nipples are very puffy," Brandi continued as she poked Opal's left nipple with her fingertip. Opal answered that with a coaxing touch to Brandi's stomach along the bikini line. "Can I?" Brandi asked Opal, her eyes flitting from Opal's eyes to her breast. Opal nodded. Brandi engulfed the top of Opal's breast with one 'pop' sound. The way her cheeks moved around, Brandi was whirling around both flesh and nipple in a rapid motion. Opal's other hand reached over and put gentle pressure on the back of Brandi's head. "That's a good girl," Opal cooed. Brandi looked up, beamed affection at Opal (so I was later told), and switched to the farther nipple. I slowly pushed Opals legs up by the back of her knees and lengthened my tongue lashing from above the clit to the tip of her anus, which made Opal squeal and shiver. "Oh, I'm so loving this school year," Opal exclaimed with bated breath. "Me too," nipple-lick, nipple-lick, "Slurp, slurp, so good," Brandi added. Opal began losing the ability to talk coherently, drew her legs so far back she was pressing Brandi into her, and began thrusting her hips up to my mouth. I switched my full attention to sucking and nibbling her clit and slipping two fingers into her tight virgin cunt. "Hey!" Brandi gulped as Opal grabbed her by the shoulders and began pulling her up. Brandi was clearly confused so I took a moment to see if I could help. Opal was trying to maneuver Brandi into a kneeling position, "Sit on her face, Brandi," I guessed. "She wants to lick your cunt." Brandi looked back at me somewhat uncertainly, to which I responded with a reassuring look; then she giggled and started straddling Opal's face. Opal went after Brandi so hard and fast the girl yelped and bucked up, but Opal's grip on her thighs allowed her to keep her lips locked tightly on Brandi's cunt. "Ayaya!" Brandi gasped out as Opal licked furiously and Brandi rocked back and forth like a nude princess doing dressage. I let Opal's legs come down slightly because I discovered another task for my hands. With my left hand I reached underneath Opal's thighs and began teasing her butthole. I used my right to part Brandi's cheeks and do the same with hers. Brandi looked over her shoulder, gave me a smile, and kept rocking. Opal trembled slightly but pushed her reservations aside. The first hint of anal penetration kicked Opal over the edge and she had a whole-body seizure as her orgasm rocked through the three of us. Brandi pulsated even harder on Opal's convulsing face, virtually propelling my first finger's digit up her ass. She squealed delightfully. "Zane, that's wonderful!" she screamed. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Yes!" and she went off, with no pillow to shelter our environs this time. Brandi toppled over and I had to grab her leg to stop her from tumbling off the bed and onto the floor. She was still gasping and panting too much to articulate a response, though thankfully she didn't struggle. I sat there stretched out for several seconds before Opal became aware enough to help me pull Brandi back to safety. I sorted Brandi out to one side with Opal on the other and settled between them, all of us staring at the ceiling in various states of sexual recharge. "Is everyone okay?" I managed to ask after a few deep breaths. "No," Opal murmured. I groaned, imagining what else I would have to do to get her to go to bed when Opal reached out and stroked my cock. "Someone hasn't gotten what they've wanted tonight," Opal purred as she rolled up onto an elbow and looked down on me. I let her work me over for a while but when I made a move toward her own love box, she slapped my hand away. "No, Zane," she scolded me. "I'd like to be able to walk to my room, not crawl, so behave." As I nursed my slapped wrist, I noticed that Brandi had rolled over and was looking down at me and what Opal had returned to doing to me. "I, can I?" Brandi asked tentatively, extending a hand to my member. "Sure," I smiled warmly. Brandi touched it, drew away rapidly, then touched it once, twice, and on the third effort managed to wrap her hand around my shaft. "It is so warm, no, hot, and throbbing. I've never held one before," she whispered in an almost worshipful moan. "Our boy Zane is actually quite big," Opal grinned like a predatory cat. "You've," gulp, "held a few cocks?" Brandi wondered. "No. But several of us girls measured him while he was, preoccupied and checked online for references. He definitely qualifies as larger than most," Opal chuckled playfully. "You measured me in the shower?" I grumbled indignantly. I would have been angrier except that as Opal stroked up my cock, she would intertwine her fingers with Brandi's stationary hold, rub my cockhead, then stroked back down. Fuck, that was awesome. Somewhere along the way Brandi began pumping the top of my cock while Opal kept up on the bottom. Sometimes when you don't imagine life can take you any higher, you get tossed a stepladder. Opal leaned in and licked the slit of my knob. Three passes of the tongue later, Brandi leaned in and gave it a try. Do you know you can tell the differences in the girl by the texture of her tongue? I'm learning new stuff every day (and night). I only exited my early bliss when I felt Opal's mouth engulf me and take in an inch, displacing Brandi's hand. Opal moved her head up and down in a slow, steady, slick motion with a tongue that had advanced rapidly in proficiency in the past week. I almost missed Opal snaking a hand to the top of Brandi's head and bringing her down within striking distance. Brandi probably didn't know she was sticking her tongue out and licking her lips with sensual grace mixed with school girl innocence. In a move that would have made the Women's 2008 Soccer Team proud, Opal transitioned Brandi to her first taste of cock effortlessly and didn't need to press the new girl's head down. Brandi hovered there, her lips over the cockhead and her tongue lifeless. Her eyes flashed to Opal, then to me, begging for guidance. "Roll your tongue around the head," Opal counsels her, "while going down a little further, until you are about to gag." Brandi proceeded to do just that and I had to admit she was really enthusiastic. "Umph humf " she gurgled as she took almost half of me into her steamy mouth, brushing the back of her throat. "What was that?" Opal teased her as she stroked Brandi's hair and twirled a lock around her finger. Brandi reluctantly pulled off, yet managed to do it with an angelic cast to her aura. "I thought this would be gross but cock-sucking is wonderful. I want to gobble Zane all up," Brandi bubbled, "Do you think I can swallow all of him?" "Slow down, cowgirl!" Opal giggled. "No teeth," I cautioned her. I didn't want to sound like a wimp but I'm seriously attached to my cock; it has gotten me out of trouble more times than I can count. I owe it to Zany Zane to keep him safe. "Tell me if I'm doing something wrong," Brandi peeked at me coyly. Before I could rummage up a reply, she pursed her lips and went down on me again. She bobbed up and down repeatedly and after a while, Opal joined in by pumping the bottom of my shaft and fondling my nuts. Brandi gagged again and again but kept charging back down for more until I felt her throat's embrace of my cock tighten and my girth slip farther down. Not to be outdone, Opal deemed it time to nestle her head against Brandi's cheek and suck in one of my balls, licking and sucking on my ball sack. She lifted my leg aside and over her shoulder so she could slide around for better access. Hell, I would have twisted myself into a pretzel for the sensations those two girls were giving me and the only other thing I could think was, this was them at the beginner's level. What would experience bring? When Opal began rubbing against my anal ring, I could feel my control slipping, a red haze of orgasmic anticipation overwhelming everything else. "Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, I'm going to cum!" I cried out. Brandi bobbed, oblivious to the implications for several more seconds. "Brandi," Opal warned her urgently, "he's about to shoot his semen down your throat!" That caused Brandi to freeze up, begin to panic, and start gagging once more. She popped up, her teeth scrapping over my angry purple head, causing me to yelp. "Oh, God, what do I do?" Brandi pleaded. "Put your mouth over his head, suck lightly, and stroke him rapidly with your hand," Opal guided her. Opal caught my surprised look so she explained. "The Science Club has an illegal internet hook-up the school doesn't monitor. A few of us looked up blowjob techniques." Brandi came down on me with remarkable alacrity and a touch made more intriguing by her rapid, painful departure. Then it occurred to me: we have a Science Club? "Atta girl," Opal sighed with some relief. She'd blown me once before but it had been, admittedly, her first time. "All, most, there," I growled to Brandi. My hips began micro-thrusts up and Brandi became more vigorous. "Get ready," Opal grinned. "Now swallow like crazy, and it is a creamy/salty taste so don't freak out." "Cumming!" I growled, and I did. Brandi choked for an instant but then I felt her throat constrictions as she gulped my seed down and rolled my cockhead with her tongue. Six times I shot off strongly, once or twice as twitches, before I sank down onto my bed and started breathing at something resembling a normal rate. Brandi sat back before I was totally done, savoring the taste of me in her mouth. Opal guided herself to my still hard cock and began lapping up the remains of my semen and Brandi's copious saliva. "When can you be ready again!" chirped Brandi. Blink. Opal chuckled around my rod, clearly amused with Brandi's evolution to a more sexually liberated mindset. She then sat up and began licking my semen that was still around Brandi's lips and dripping down her chin, I gotta do this again! "Give me a few seconds, Brandi," I joked, as I wormed my way up toward my pillow and collapsed. "Groan, we should also consider going to bed sometime before sunrise," Opal muttered only half-jokingly. The two girls cuddled up with me, Brandi in the middle, trading kisses back and forth between Opal and I. I reached across her and tantalized one of Opal's nipples, causing her to close her eyes and bite her lower lip. "When can we get together like this again?" Brandi sighed happily, as she pushed her heart-shaped ass against my crotch and stroked Opal's cheek and temple. "At 5:45 in the morning Zane has shower time and anything goes. So if you want to get together then, Opal hinted seductively. Brandi bit her finger like the lovely little slut-angel persona she had suddenly embraced. "What's next, Brandi wondered, "for us, sexually?" "I think bedrest is next," I told her. "I think she means experimenting, and if I know Zane," Opal winked, "he'll get behind the situation." I groaned at the play on words but Brandi was confused. "This isn't the time," I sighed, feeling the fatigue creeping in. "Oh, come on," Brandi begged. "Well, I've heard certain Seniors talking about Zane, and how he pounds that big cock up their asses," Opal purred with feline seductiveness. Brandi shivered, then flexed her ass around my hardening cock. "That," she worried while squeezing my cock with her ass cheeks, ", up my ass, that's scary," Brandi whimpered. "I've never done it before but I hear those girls really love it," Opal tantalized Brandi, "that thick cock pushing deep into you, filling you up, his hips pounding down on your ass, while he kisses you on the neck and ear, his hot breath," Brandi began rubbing her cunt, "on your neck, that rod pumping in and out, and Opal started laughing. Brandi began breathing heavy, her heart rate quickened and her hand picked up its rhythm. "Imagine all that heat that was in your mouth, in your ass instead, burning you up and stretching you out until you just can't take anymore, and then, Opal paused for effect ", he tells you he's halfway in." Brandi rolled over and looked at me with wide eyes, clearly in need, clearly ready to ask me to fuck her ass then and there, and my phone rang. Sold Out and a Price to be Paid "Zane Braxton?" an unknown female voice inquired. "Sure is; Colorado State?" I guessed. The woman gave a playful chuckle. "Brianna Kincaid," she filled me in; her accent was a bit off but I couldn't place it. "Well, did you like what you saw?" "I can't believe you actually asked me that," I laughed, "but since you want some well-deserved flattery, I'll tell you that what I saw was damn sexy, but, well, " "Yes?" she questioned. "It made me wonder how great you must taste, and how your flush lips would feel along the tip of my tongue, you know, the way they are when you make that first tentative contact," I explained. "Ah, fuck," she moaned, "that's teasing, damn it!" "Is it teasing if I plan to deliver?" I countered. "Do you promise to make me cry your name out like Sister Leigh did?" she upped the ante. "Huh? What? Am I missing something here?" I evaded. "Did the Lancaster chapter house tell you what they sent out?" Brianna questioned me. "They said they sent a picture," I replied, which caused Brianna to laugh uproariously. "Damn. They sent out an edited session of you with Leigh, and then you, Leigh, and Paris," she chortled. "I, well, let me explain," I stammered. "Wait, video too?" "Yes. Leigh's webcam was on," Brianna snickered. "She claims it was accidental." Suddenly the whole 'dunking me in the pool' thing was a bunch more suspicious. "It was really nice of you, trying to take the fall for those two, I mean Paris and Leigh, with their President. It shows you can be a real gentleman." "Who did she share this with?" I inquired fearfully. "Every chapter house in North America," Brianna said with unbridled mirth. My silence must have been deafening because, "Zane, did we break you?" "No," I sighed, "it is just that I go to a Christian School and this may become a problem." "Christian School, please tell me it is a college of some kind," Brianna pleaded. "For that matter, please tell me you are at least eighteen." "My school is Freedom Fellowship University here in Lancaster," I assured her, "and I'm eighteen. I have been for a few months." "Thank God. I was afraid that I had broken the law," she sighed. "So is there anything you want to know about me?" "What's your major? Do you have someone in your life? What year are you in college?" I inquired. "You don't want a picture or to know my age?" she asked with some curiosity. "Well, age isn't really a factor for me, unless you are some kind of child prodigy, you should be legal. As for a picture, not really, because if you see me and don't want to hook up, there is no harm, no foul," I outlined. There was a pause on her part. "Zane, where did you say you went to school?" she asked suspiciously, leading me to believe I was the victim of an internet search. "FFU. And I know it is an All-Girls School but I am a student here. It is a long story but Leigh and Tawny can verify it," I swore. "Wow, what is it like?" Brianna questioned. "Me and over nine hundred women? It is exhausting, plus the Administration wants me gone so my school days are full of excitement," I confessed. "So what exactly were you doing with that young lady I helped out tonight, anyway?" she asked. "We have a quaint little tradition here at FFU called Handmaiden's Duty. It requires any freshmen to do any task that a more senior student asks, baring anything actually damaging. Freshmen are safe in classrooms and dorm rooms," I related. "So, you end up doing things like shaving a girl's legs, or shaving her muff in a rose design, that's classic," Brianna murmured appreciatively. "And here I was afraid you were a whore." "I prefer the term 'slut' over 'whore,' but I am a slut. I love women, and I love learning about a woman's body, how special it is, unique and exquisite," I told her. "Damn, you sound sincere," she said with compassion. "That is because I am," I replied honestly. "Okay, here you go," she stated, and a picture arrived in my box. My eyes must have bugged because there were giggles on either side of me. "Brianna, I'm afraid your eyes will steal my soul," I whispered. "They are so deep and green, like an angry, rich sea whipped by a storm." "First off, wow, that's a hell of a sweet thing to tell a girl," she sighed sexually. "Second, who are you with? Or at least tell me how many girls you are with." "I call 'em like I see 'em, and I leave a woman's identity in her own keeping so it's not something for me to reveal," I responded, trying to be chivalrous. "Opal!" called out Opal (funny how that works), and tilting herself into view. "Brandi," my second bed-buddy added with a bit more decorum and only showing her head. "They sound cheerful, I mean, Opal and Brandi, you sound cheerful. How is my boy Zane doing tonight?" Brianna called out. "Thank you for your help tonight, but to set the record straight, he's our boy," Opal corrected her. "His work looks great," Brandi jumped in, then grabbed my phone, lowered it, and took a pic of my handiwork on her body. "Neat, huh?" "That is so cool!" Brianna reacted to the view she was presented with. "It looks just like mine. Are you sure this was his first effort? If so, he's got talent." "This was my first effort, I swear," I defended my creation and retrieved my phone. "Quiet, Zane, the ladies are talking," Opal mocked me. "Oh? Oh, hell no!" I roared at Opal. I dropped the phone and leapt on her while she squeaked and tried to roll away off the bed. I caught her and we struggled, me on top. Opal beat me with her fists but it was more play fighting than real because she couldn't stop laughing. "What's going on?" Brianna shouted. "Come on, somebody, show me what he's doing to her?" Brandi picked up the phone and swung it toward us. I had Opal pressed under me, her fists pinned to the side by my hands, and my hips keeping her legs apart. Her legs were wrapped over my hips, her heels kicking into my rump. While Opal's playful lilt rang out I was busy nibbling her neck, which was turning that lilt into deeper moans. Brandi recorded a short video, including one of her waving 'Hi' for Brianna's later use. "There you go," Brandi grinned. "Holy Crap, he's living his life in a porno," Brianna exploded with laughter. "Hey, Adele, come look at this!" I prayed that Adele was her roommate and not someone she barely knew who was passing down the street. "Whoa!" a different voice came on seconds later,

On this episode, Marc talks with Joe Bonomo, author of "Play This Book Loud: Noisy Essays," published in May of 2025. It's a collection of pieces Bonomo wrote for various publications, primarily the website The Normal School, covering a wide range of music subjects and formats. Among the topics explored are the Cramps, the Who, the Stooges, the Jam, an exploration of the history of the song "Tobacco Road," a delving into a early 70s compilation sponsored by Dick Clark, and even a thorough examination of a 7-inch that 7-11 gave out to customers in the late 60s called "Dance the Slurp."Joe is the author of several other books including Sweat, a biography of the Fleshtones, an entry in the 33.3 series on AC/DC's Highway to Hell, and a previous collection of essays called Field Recordings from the Inside.You can buy Play This Book Loud here.We hope you enjoy Marc's conversation with Joe Bonomo!

Tyler Carr shares stories from his weekend of weddings, Swifties and previews his week with Dreams Take Flight in Los Angeles.  Dave reviews the new Taylor Swift album and another person gets on the standby list for The Energy Jet Dream Vacation! @TylerCarrfm @Wheelerj28 @Energy106fm Tyler Carr on Tik Tok

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Slurp soup dumplings with Eugenia Triantafyllou as we discuss the online prompt which caused her to write her first short story, why she ended up as a fantasy writer rather than a comic book creator, what it was like being nominated for two Nebula Awards the same year in the same category, the two types of naysayers who thought she'd never be able to write artfully in English, how she terrified Stephan Graham Jones with a tomato, why she never outlines, the reason voice is so important to her process, how a pantser handles world building, why she feels writing mysteries is easy, how her mother's memories helped teach her storytelling, why writers shouldn't steal ideas, but ambition,  and much more.

How We Seeez It! Episode 303, Wednesday Season 2 “No more uncontrollable chaos. I will bend this place to my will.” – Wednesday. Back for another year at Nevermore. The Outcast are back at it with Wednesday directly in the middle of it. The rest of the Addams family gets more involved along with some of the others we loved from season 1. Plus a few new additions. We cover our thoughts on it and there is so much to talk about in this one, so join us for the discussion and don't forget about our cocktails for this episode. There should be some good ones.         As always, mix a drink, have a listen, and let us know what you think. Or if there is something you watched that we might enjoy or a can't miss series. Also please rate and review show on all your favorite podcast apps. Drinks for the episode: "Slurp" 1 ½ oz Peanut Butter Fat-Washed Bourbon ½ oz Zirbenz ½ oz Ruby Port ½ oz Mr. Black Coffee Liqueur ½ oz Honey Syrup (2:1) ¼ oz Campari ½ oz Dry Sparkling Wine (float) “Uncle Fester” 3 oz Mezcal  .75 oz crème de coconut 1 oz pineapple Juice Shaken and poured over ice in a Collins glass Topped with Ginger Beer Show links: https://hwsi.podbean.com/e/wednesday-season-2/  HWSI LinkTree HWSI Facebook Link HWSI Instagram Link HWSI Youtube link !! You can also email the Podcast at the.HWSI.podcast@gmail.com

Neoborn Caveman unleashes a caveman-sized takedown of hatred's toxic grip on our fractured world—from Chinese botnets fueling Middle East rage to Eurovision boycotts turning art into a battlefield. We dissect the "spherical attack" on humanity: plastic-saturated clothes seeping into our bloodstreams, data-hoarding blood banks eyeing your DNA for 30 years, and air pollution blackening icons like Delhi's Red Fort and the Taj Mahal (spoiler: it's not your campfire's fault). But fear not—this isn't doom-scrolling; it's a rallying cry for radical positivity. Learn why almonds slash bad cholesterol for metabolic warriors like us, how Chaplin's Great Dictator speech still slays divisive triggers, and why music—like Sami Chohfi's globe-trotting anthems of connection—builds bridges where propaganda burns them. We champion sovereignty over social contracts no one signed, warn of financial whirlwinds dwarfing 2008, and arm you with tools to protect kids, pets, and your eternal worth. Hatred drains the soul; greatness refuels it. Tune in, unplug the machine, and remember: you're not alone in this extraordinary, ordinary world. Slurp, burp, and rise.Key TakeawaysYou're Built for Greatness: Your unique existence isn't random—embrace it as eternal fuel, untethered from wealth, norms, or globalist gears.Guard Your Sovereignty Fiercely: No registry owns your data—question blood banks hoarding DNA, reject the invisible machine siphoning your soul.Modern Life's a Slow Poison—Fight Back Naturally: Ditch processed junk for God-made gems like organic almonds and green tea; they heal guts, hearts, and barriers against the plastic plague.The Spherical Siege Is Real: From noise-polluted streets to unlivable air turning monuments black, we're under 360° assault—but logic (not "trust the science") exposes the culprits.Brace for Unprecedented Turbulence: Next three years eclipse 2008's bubble burst; thrive without governments by trading, supporting kin, and listening to the good word.Evil Shouts, Good Whispers Louder: More souls are gold than grime; drown bots and agitprop in cat purrs, prayers, and nature walks.Reject the Parasites, Claim Your Throne: WEF, Club of Rome, Shite Gates? Nah—we're sovereign cogs who opt out. History's real lessons (not curricula lies) prove society spins sans their strings.Chapters00:00 Embracing Individual Value and Positivity02:53 The Dangers of Hatred and Division05:47 Sovereignty and Personal Data Concerns08:44 The Impact of Modern Life on Health11:40 The Spherical Attack on Humanity15:04 Anticipating Future Challenges17:05 Health Insights and Nutritional Advice19:05 The Role of Music and Art in Society21:28 The Influence of Hatred in Society26:38 The Power of Positivity and Connection30:30 Cultural Commentary and Social Responsibility34:01 The Importance of Unity Over Division36:49 Recognizing Greatness Within Us38:16 Environmental Concerns and Responsibility41:58 Awakening to True History and SovereigntySound Bites"You were designed to be great... Your fantastic, amazing, unique existence in the whole universe and history is not an accidental event.""Only the unloved hate... And you are special, unique, amazing.""We are sovereign. We should be aware that we are not designed to be cog-wheels in a machine, no matter what.""You are not alone... It's your life, your responsibility. You can do it.""Never hate, be great... More people are good than bad people are on earth. However, it's always the evil who is the loudest.""This spherical attack on all of us will be only survivable if we decide to have a determination that we are great."Humanity centered satirical takes on the world & news + music - with a marble mouthed host.Free speech marinated in comedy.Supporting Purple Rabbits. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Neoborn Caveman unleashes satire, truth, and green-tea-fueled rants, exposing techno-feudalism, organ harvesting, and the fight for sovereignty in this radio show replay.NC starts with a shout to his Purple Rabbits, tearing into social media as a surveillance beast training AI for a matrix-style takeover. From historical communism to modern techno-feudalism, he exposes control systems that thrive on fear and conformity, urging listeners to reclaim sovereignty through community and simple joys: think barefoot walks, purring cats, and kids' laughter. No social contract? No problem—you never signed it.The show weaves in NC's music musings, mentioning his unreleased song “You Deserve to Be Heard” and reflecting on hits like “The Breakup Therapy” (1M+ Spotify plays). He critiques consumerism and calls for real community over compliance. Neoborn then spotlights NYC model John Rudat's bravery in defending assault victims in Germany, slamming ideological abuse, failing law enforcement, and UKSSR dystopias. A teaser for Cynthia Sun's harrowing Falun Dafa interview exposes the Chinese Communist Party's organ harvesting, funded by Westerners—yet hope shines through. The public half closes with NC's Rocky-inspired pep talk: You're amazing, unique, and capable of rising above any low. Ignore the inner naysayer, find your true North, and keep fighting.The subscriber's edition (Patreon exclusive) features rising star Shelby Lentz, sharing her journey through music, marriage, and Huntington's disease. From childhood trauma to founding Champions for HD, Shelby's resilience echoes Rocky Balboa's grit. Her country-rock songs, inspired by Avril Lavigne and Stallone's films, uplift as she dreams of a Mars festival and a Stallone-signed tattoo. It's raw, real, and relentlessly positive.Musical GuestsSami Chohfi, Inoxidables, Van Hechter & Chauncey Dandridge, The Revolt, Shelby LentzKey TakeawaysQuestion the System: Social media surveils, techno-feudalism looms—reject unsigned contracts and reclaim “We the people.”Community Over Consumerism: Build real connections, not endless consumption. Join the campfire.Courage Defines Us: From Rudat's heroism to Shelby's grit, stand up for what's right, no matter the odds.Hope Amid Horror: Organ harvesting exposes dark truths, but action and awareness light the way.Be Your Own Rocky: Life's lows are temporary—rise, trust your potential, and live vibrantly.Support the ShowPatreon: Join for free at patreon.com/TheNeobornCavemanShow for exclusives like Shelby's interview and more.Reviews: Drop 5 stars on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, or your platform to fight the algorithm.Connect: DM @NeobornCaveman on X, hit up Trans Radio UK, or email for song requests and rants.Books: Grab Canada's Mirage or The Digital Trap on Amazon for more NC wisdom.Tune in for satire, truth, and tunes that slap harder than a techno-feudal tax. Slurp your green tea, question everything, and remember: You're a Purple Rabbit in a world of brutes—keep shining! See you next time on The Neoborn Caveman Show!Humanity centered satirical takes on the world & news + music - with a marble mouthed host.Free speech marinated in comedy.Supporting Purple Rabbits. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Slurp ramen with Mur Lafferty as we discuss the problems which come from being a discovery writer who sells a novel via a pitch,  how to play fair with readers of science fiction mysteries, the reason everyone's worried she wants to kill her agent, one major difference between Hollywood and publishing, why the character she often thinks will end up being the murderer doesn't end up being the murderer, how to deftly recap previous books in a series, whether going too weird might alienate a writer's audience, what keeps her continuing to podcast after 21 years, the importance of shrugging off rejections, and much more.

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Welcome to Chuck's Cantina Podcast where anything & everything is up from discussion. This week Chuck returns to the Cantina to discuss the new movie from Marvel Studios Fantastic 4. Does the movie live up to the hype or is it just like one of its predescessors? Chuck also discusses the passing of wrestling icon Hulk Hogan. Drinks: Bubly Orange Cream & WhistlePig 6 Year Piggyback Bourbon Whiskey. You can follow the show on Facebook, X, Lapse, & Instagram, at @Chuckscantina for more information. To contact the show please reach out to chuckscantina@gmail.com Cheers.

Featuring: Michael "Boston" Hannon, Paul “Moonpir” Smith, and Alexander “TheNimp” Jolly Running Time: 1:38:13 Music by MusiM: Homepage | Bandcamp Livestream Archive: YouTube This week on That Video Game Podcast (TVGP) we chat about Despot's Game, FBC: Firebreak, AI Limit, The Division 2, Death Stranding 2. Become a patron of TVGP for just a few dollars a month at E1M1's Patreon Page! Get two month early access to Critical Misses, uncensored outtakes, and much more for just $5/month!

only listen to this one if you're not afraid of bugs or if you are afraid of bugs and you like horror. there are bugs in this one, is what i'm saying. audiobook character sample reel:https://unitedvoices.tv/sites/default/files/audio/SOTA-BenReel_CHECK.mp3 Find out more at https://original-pod.pinecast.co

Kayleigh joins Laura in order to discuss the weird events of the world.Ep 193 stories discussed:1. Gulling That Coffee Mug2. Special Edition Drink3. XL Capri Sun

Do you wish rocking chairs would be outlawed? Do you get your science information from Land of the Lost? You seem like the type of rebel we'd like to hang with, so plug in this episode and we'll all act superior together!

In this surprisingly beefy episode, we cover three chapters that are short on pages but overflowing with meaty meat goo inside for you to sip on for almost three hours. Griffith's war demons begin to make their pilgrimage to him, including first appearances of the fire-breathing Grunbeld and the mysterious Rakshas. The real meat of tonight's meat goo treat is the origin stories of Serpico (more like Slurp-ico. YUM.) and Farnesse's (I wish she was Close-nesse. YUM.) origin story: a tale of parental abandonment and trauma, chaotic eroticism, possible incest, and animal torture. Enjoy! Follow No Guts, No Glory on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/nogutsnoglorypc/ Check out Joey and Ryan's Renaissance Martial Arts organization: https://www.thearma.org/ Check out Steve and Joey's other podcast: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/probing-ancient-aliens/id1321801647 https://open.spotify.com/show/3aREEXpe4DE37LsNkUxntW Check out Steve and Joey's Patreon for that other podcast: https://www.patreon.com/probingancientaliens

Welcome to Chuck's Cantina Podcast where anything & everything is up from discussion. This week Chuck returns to the Cantina to discuss the new movie from the world of John Wick: Ballerina. Also, discusses the critically acclaimed Star Wars Show Andor, what is next for Stars Wars, and Chuck finally had an animal whisperer ask Oliver the ultimate question. Chuck's drink: Bubly Sparkling Water Melted Ice Pop. You can follow the show on Facebook, X, Lapse, & Instagram, at @Chuckscantina for more information. To contact the show please reach out to chuckscantina@gmail.com Cheers.

In this episode, the Water Colors team reacts blindly to stories from around the internet compiled by the editor. This includes forum posts, news stories, and more! These posts range from tragic to funny, and everything in between. Many of them will kick off some valuable discussions surrounding misinformation or just plain bad advice. Keep in mind that stories found online may not always be accurate or verified. What’s the craziest aquarium story you’ve found online? Join the discussion on the Water Colors Aquarium Gallery Podcast Listeners Facebook group! https://www.facebook.com/groups/788428861825086/ Enjoying the show? Support the gallery by shopping aquarium plants, merch, equipment, and more! https://watercolorsaquariumgallery.com/ Looking for more content? Become a YouTube member for exclusive access to behind the scenes livestreams! https://www.youtube.com/@watercolorsaquariumgallery Links for stories mentioned in this episode (when available): Ammonia test burn (NSFW) https://www.reddit.com/r/Aquariums/comments/1jeu4ty/fyi_when_your_ammonia_test_kit_say_avoid_skin/ “Save or Slurp” school fundraiser https://www.reddit.com/r/Goldfish/comments/1hfm86e/is_this_even_legal_i_am_horrified_right_now/ Betta grooming in Thailand (NSFW) https://www.reddit.com/r/bettafish/comments/1knux95/warning_betta_grooming_in_thailand/ Fish misinformation thread https://www.reddit.com/r/Aquariums/comments/1hg3rzf/what_fish_misinformationmyth_drive_you_up_the_wall/ Man found deceased in reef tank https://www.reddit.com/r/ReefTank/comments/1hmhfy2/so_this_happened/ Parasite ID help https://www.reddit.com/r/Aquariums/comments/1hrc84z/parasite_id_help/ My wife ate my fish food https://www.reddit.com/r/Aquariums/comments/1ighfbj/i_couldnt_stop_her_if_i_tried_my_wife_ate_one_of/ Water lentils approved for human consumption in EU https://www.reddit.com/r/europe/comments/1ih075o/water_lentils_duckweed_created_by_wagenigen/ Walmart fish guide https://www.reddit.com/r/Aquariums/comments/1iprfla/can_you_guys_see_the_problem/#lightbox

Welcome to Chuck's Cantina Podcast where anything & everything is up from discussion. This week Chuck returns to the Cantina to discuss his recent outing to Europse, his thoughts on Paris, and a quick slurp review of Marvel Television's Daredevil and WrestleMania 41. Chuck's drink: Bubbly Sparkling Water Cherry. You can follow the show on Facebook, X, Lapse, & Instagram, at @Chuckscantina for more information. To contact the show please reach out to chuckscantina@gmail.com Cheers.

MAY THE LORD JOSEPH SMITH BE WITH YOU because it's time for Secret Lives of Mormon Wives, Season TWO! And to dive into the whole season, returning bestie Chelsea of I Am The Cute One IS HERE!We chat white ass food, the Frankie Paul family, SLURP, Afflecks, bodily autonomy, state of the (mormon) world, Demi's downfall, and SO MUCH MORE!Tom Hamlett Instagram: @thetomhamlettDumpster Dive Instagram: @dumpsterdivepodChelsea Instagram: @ohnochelsDumpster Dive YouTube: ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.youtube.com/@DumpsterDivePod

Send us a textDragon Age: Origins Schedule:April 15, 2025: Origin Stories to Tower of IshalApril 23, 2025: Lothering, First Camp, Lake Calenhad Docks, Circle TowerApril 29, 2025: Redcliffe Village, Redcliffe Castle, Redcliffe Village side quests, Mage Tower side quests, the Caravan and Battlefield world map side questsMay 6, 2025: Soldier's Peak DLC, Denirim, and Haven (Urn of Sacred Ashes, part 1)May 13, 2025: Ruined Temple (Urn of the Sacred Ashes, part 2),and Leliana's Song DLCThank you to our producer, RidiculousHat. Suggest a game at https://forms.gle/b33LD9tsUuTGZT4d6Join our Discord at https://discord.gg/hfnusHESupport our pod at https://www.patreon.com/SquelchPodcast episodes available at www.squelchcast.comSupport the showContact: http://linktr.ee/squelchcast

What goes bump in the night giving Kyle a fright? For the Season 11 premier it's Martyrs (2008) directed by Pascal Laugier. This French film has a torture cult attempting to seek the afterlife through the use of pain. How did this film radicalize Kyle? Why is Mat wearing a chastity belt? Should friends let friends do revenge on their own? Slurp down that Jell-O brand tapioca pudding as the Boo Boys break it all down. 

Hello wine friends, and welcome back to another episode! Today, we're taking a journey to Chile — but not just any part of it — to the Maule Valley's Secano Interior, a region that feels like a living history book. Here, it's less about polished, commercial wines and more about soulful, authentic expressions. There's a strong movement to preserve heritage grape varieties and protect ancient vines, and I'm thrilled to be joined by someone who knows this better than anyone: Derek Mossman Knapp of Garage Wine Co. Derek was recently honored with the prestigious Old Vine Hero Special Award for Overall Impact in 2024, recognizing his incredible contributions to old vine preservation, viticulture, and winemaking. As a founding member of VIGNO (Vignadores de Carignan) and MOVI (Movimiento de Viñateros Independientes), Derek is deeply committed to tradition, terroir, and artisanal winemaking. In this episode, we dive into the fascinating story of País — the very first grape to arrive in Chile in the 1500s — and explore what makes the Maule Valley such a special and historic place for wine. If you want to skip ahead:   02.30: How Toronto native Derek Mossman Knapp ended up in Chile. 03.30: From hobby winemaker to starting an export wine business. 05.00: Partnering with small growers to make authentic wines. 08.00: Coastal Range terroir: granite soils and old vines. 10.00: Preserving rural food traditions like wheat milling. 11.30: Maule's slower lifestyle rooted in agriculture. 12.00: Derek wins Old Vine Hero award. 14.00: Building a community around old vine viticulture. 15.00: Honoring Spanish heritage with grape naming. 16.30: Reviving País as Chile's historic grape. 19.10: Tasting and discussing the Garage Wine Co. Revival Old Vine País 2021 (£17.95 - Currently £12.95 Slurp) 20.00: Praise for País as a fascinating wine with great interest despite its light style. 22.52: The difference between Maule Valley and the Secano Interior 23.51: Cauquenes known for concentration of old-vine País 25.00: Use of old País rootstocks for grafting new varieties like Cabernet Sauvignon. 26.30: Challenges of working with old, non-mechanized bush vines; need for focus and intention in the wine. 28.00: Plowing methods and regenerative farming; complex issues regarding irrigation and water management. 29.16: Mention of the low annual rainfall in Maule, with poor water retention in certain vineyards. 32.00: Fair compensation for workers and building a business around smaller, more focused projects. 33.00: Building a dedicated team to handle pruning, plowing, and harvesting; ability to pick on flexible schedules. 35.40: Hard work and passion required for wine production; a labor of love in the winemaking process. 36.00: Discussion of the future of Maule wine production on the global stage; challenges in the wine trade. 37.00: Wines that have differentiated themselves are faring better than those following trends; focus on quality over scale.   Any thoughts or questions, do email me: janina@eatsleepwinerepeat.co.uk Or contact me on Instagram @eatsleep_winerepeat If you fancy watching some videos on my youtube channel: Eat Sleep Wine Repeat Or come say hi at www.eatsleepwinerepeat.co.uk Until next time, Cheers to you!   ---------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------- THE EAT SLEEP WINE REPEAT PODCAST HAS BEEN FEATURED IN DECANTER MAGAZINE, RADIO TIMES AND FEED SPOT AS THE 6TH BEST UK WINE MAKING PODCAST.

What do people in Boston use to start their cars? Why is Sarah trying to get out of her friend's party? Why doesn't Vinnie want to go snowboarding? How long ago were the 90s?!

In this episode of the Network Automation Nerds podcast, we talk network management with Wim Gerrits and Pieter van Os, co-founders of Slurp'it and Netpicker. These tools aim to simplify network inventory and discovery, and ensure compliance and security. We talk about what drove them to build these tools, what problems they solve, and how... Read more »

In this episode of the Network Automation Nerds podcast, we talk network management with Wim Gerrits and Pieter van Os, co-founders of Slurp'it and Netpicker. These tools aim to simplify network inventory and discovery, and ensure compliance and security. We talk about what drove them to build these tools, what problems they solve, and how... Read more »

This week the King's been slurping cask ale, Brad's got lost on Instagram again and Jonny claims that while the future has come, it sucks.WATCH THIS WEEK'S VIDEO: https://youtu.be/goZsSZPVg_0SIGN UP TO OUR MAILING LIST: tinyurl.com/keepcaskaliveSupport the showBrought to you by the team behind the Craft Beer Channel, The Bubble is a weekly podcast that gives you a way to wind down with your first beer of the weekend. Dig into craft beer, film and music culture as well as hearing what's going on in the wild world of Beer Tubing.BUY JONNY'S NEW BOOK! SIGNED COPIES: https://www.davids-bookshops.co.uk/products/the-meaning-of-beer-by-jonny-garrett-signed-pre-orderAMAZON: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Meaning-Beer-Jonny-Garrett/dp/1838959947/WATERSTONES: https://www.waterstones.com/book/the-meaning-of-beer/jonny-garrett/9781838959944SUPPORT US! Pledge on Patreon and get some cool merch & videos: https://www.patreon.com/craftbeerchannel Check out our awesome sponsor The Malt Miller: https://www.themaltmiller.co.uk/ Twitter – @beerchannelFacebook – http://www.facebook.com/thecraftbeerchannelInstagram – @craftbeerchannel

We got our Rich Roll on before this amazing episode! David's appearance on the Rich Roll Podcast came out this week, and we started with some takeaways from a surreal experience. We then pivot into some talk on protein in adaptation and recovery. When in doubt, the answer for us is often to throw some protein on it. Next was a truly wild study that looked at low energy availability and managed to do the impossible: it included a control group that was blinded to the intervention. How is it even possible to make subject unaware of their caloric intake? How could 2 weeks of intentional underfueling be allowed ethically? We delve into a new frontier of nutrition and performance science. And this one was jam-packed with fun topics! Other topics: banging the cymbal, what we learned in the few months since the Rich Roll episode was recorded, why enhancing "fat metabolism" via nutritional interventions has limited utility, a review study on swearing and performance, how that has implications for self-talk and internal monologues generally, the emerging science of continuous lactate monitors, our predictions for their future use, an article on the uncertainty of ketones, contrasting that with their widespread adoption in endurance sports, a study on gold medalist Kristian Blummenfelt, how he meets his astronomical fueling needs, how heart rate zones vary across athletes, why everyone is different with heart rate, and Listener Corner. Thank you all for the love and support to make any of this possible. We love you all! HUZZAH! Click "Claim Reward" for $80 at The Feed here: thefeed.com/swap Buy a "SLURP" hat to support female athlete scholarships: https://thefeed.com/products/the-feed-some-work-all-play-hat Buy Janji's amazing gear: https://janji.com/ (code "SWAP") For weekly bonus podcasts, articles, and videos (plus hat purchases): patreon.com/swap

We brought some joyful and fluid-tastic vibes to this great episode! The main topic involved us picking our jaws off the floor as records were absolutely annihilated at the JFK 50 Mile, America's oldest ultramarathon. We have some inside info on how David Sinclair set the record, which we think could be Ultra Performance of the Year. Plus we worship the queen, Rachel Drake. Why are we seeing record after record get smashed at every major race? The answer likely lies at the intersection of training, shoes, and most of all--fueling. We also talked about a breakthrough new study from the Boston Marathon. Researchers found that the prevalence of low energy availability indicators was associated with worse performance and health outcomes. Find your strong, and you will find your fast! And this one was full of fun topics! Other topics: David recording through fluid adversity, Megan taking one for the team because she loves the podcast mornings, the "Shoot Your Shot" mini-documentary on the Javelina 100, the frontiers of lubrication, lessons from Ryan Sullivan's incredible long-term progression, Shelby Houlihan returning from her ban, why we want to uplift forgiveness, a question on embracing competition, and Listener Corner. We love you all! HUZZAH! Click "Claim Reward" for $80 at The Feed here: thefeed.com/swap Buy a "SLURP" hat: https://thefeed.com/products/the-feed-some-work-all-play-hat Watch the "Shoot Your Shot" mini-documentary: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5pzUKGEmvqk Buy Janji's amazing gear: https://janji.com/ (code "SWAP") For weekly bonus podcasts, articles, and videos (plus hat purchases): patreon.com/swap

Welcome to Chuck's Cantina Podcast where anything & everything is up from discussion. This week OG Patron returns to discuss the critically acclaimed hit The Penguin from HBO/DC Studios. We give our thoughts on the show, where this takes The Batman, and how does this show makes the audience love a person we are supposed to hate. Chuck's drink: Monster Energy Zero Ultra. Drew's drink: Bold Rock Vodka Orange Crush. You can follow the show on Facebook, Twitter, Lapse, & Instagram, at @Chuckscantina for more information. To contact the show please reach out to chuckscantina@gmail.com Cheers.  Please consider donating a mile to the Dopey Moran's team who are raising funds to help support the World Wildlife Fund. World Wildlife Fund 2025 Walt Disney World® Marathon Weekend : 2025 Walt Disney World® Marathon Weekend

Jess tried to rush Soup SZN in Miami and says she immediately regretted it and we spend the rest of the postgame determining which soups are in the Soup Hall of Fame, what causes something to be classified as soup and why Chris has an issue with ramen. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Welcome to Chuck's Cantina Podcast where anything & everything is up from discussion. This week OG Patron returns to discuss life updates, the long awaited Vince McMahon documentary, Chuck's recent trip to Euorope and plans for the podcast, and why is there a sudden surplus of Baby Oil in stores now? Chuck's drink: Pola Seltzer Blackberry Mango. Patrick's drink: High Quality H2O/Tea. You can follow the show on Facebook, Twitter, Lapse, & Instagram, at @Chuckscantina for more information. To contact the show please reach out to chuckscantina@gmail.com Cheers. 

This week Naro addresses the "Ka Kaws" after their response to our review of his 'Blanco' single. The crew also talks Usain Bolt's Cryptic message, Vybz Kartel gifting a woman grocery money, and Bounty Killer's donation to the Bellevue Hospital. They're later joined by Pinkii Pinkx who talks her past as dancer, her history with Vybz Kartel and Shelly-Ann Curran. Buss Di Utes songs of the week: Pinkii Pinkx: Pinkii Pinkx - Di Glue: https://bit.ly/3zNotni Ari: Drienoo - Bump & Grind: https://bit.ly/3XVfwAk Javi: Knaxx, Romieikon - Decisive: https://bit.ly/4eMqbE6 Naro: Balkii Skvll - J O D 3 C I: https://bit.ly/4dxB77K

Well not as much going on as the full book we got last time but as I'm writing this in the future where I've read part three I can now tell that this is the eye of the highstorm. We talk about: Bee Labs, Wrong Side Of The Road, Beetlejuice Beetlejuice, Satisfactory, Depressing Plastics, Brandon Knows About Gay People, Luke Supports Women's Wrongs, Molly Called Up Brandon, Jasna Murders, Sigzil Homophobia, Rock's Family, Teft Is Fucked, Lopan Gets Sticky, Moash Did Nothing Wrong (Citation Needed), Joker-fied, VR Chat, The Herald's Deal, Dalinar At The Club, Missing The Second Kid, Meeting Odium, Soulcast Too Close To The Second Sun,

Brent, aka Chicken Wing King aka Burger Prince aka The Clean Cut Slob aka Goodwill Mannequin and Eddie aka The Cold Blooded Pegger aka Stair Jordan aka Selvedge Samurai aka Raw Denim Dog Dad aka Li'l Slurp talk Labor Day plans and birthdays.   Oh Hell Yeah! Socials: http://instagram.com/ohhellyeahpod Eddie http://instagram.com/Eddiedellasiepe Brent http://instagram.com/brentflyberg Come to Totally every Wednesday in West Hollywood: https://fanimal.com/fanimal-event/tot... Hosted by Eddie Della Siepe & Brent Flyberg shot and recorded in Los Angeles at Spider House Rules Studios

Welcome to Chuck's Cantina Podcast where anything & everything is up from discussion. This week OG Patron  return to discuss Marvel Studios most recent film. We discuss the jokes, the cameos, and go on the worst Jesse Ventura impressions you'll ever hear. Chuck's drink: Cold Brew. Patrick's drink: Powerade. You can follow the show on Facebook, Twitter, Lapse, & Instagram, at @Chuckscantina for more information. To contact the show please reach out to chuckscantina@gmail.com Cheers.

WOKE Team USA Basketball has Kamala Harris INVADE practice! Lebron, Steph, and Kerr SLURP over her!

Vont tells a story about a mouthy Dummy, we do No Phone Screener Friday, and more!

Kevin and Anthony from ByLatinMen stop by and kick it with Yo Aunteas! Aunteas, Do You Give a Damn? includes Normani's debut album "Dopamine", Ariana Grande's collaboration with Brandy and Monica, Justin Timberlake's DWI arrest, Stephen A. Smith's demand for an apology from Will Smith, and the Tony Awards. This week's Ask Yo Aunteas revolves around the challenges of Oral Sex due to crooked and gapped teeth! The hosts also express their gratitude for the GLAAD campaign and the sense of community it has fostered.! So, get your cups ready for Minoritea Report! Time Stamp: 0:00- Slurp! 1:39- ByLatinMen Are Here 26:17- Aunteas Do You Give A Damn 53:31- MinoriteaReport.com 54:24- AYA: Mind The Gap   Follow Us-   MERCH: MinoriteaReport.com   Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCo_xKK1VRhPrVMQxm1SzTCg   Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/minoriteareport/   Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/MinoriTeaReport/   Twitter: https://twitter.com/MTeaReport   Email Us- AYA@minoriTeaReport.com   Spotify Playlist- https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0rVJtKJmesMkCgVKmJwc46?si=1455491d0a4049b5

An ambient episode recorded on the edge of dusk in Florida. Listen and rest as I listen and comment on the sounds of the swamp.For full access to the archive, subscribe to Sleep With Me Plus at sleepwithmepodcast.com/plusCheck out Park Stop's online charity event, raising money to support LGBT Youth through the Trevor Project. Start a 7 day FREE trial of Sleep With Me Plus- The ultimate way to listen to show, based on how YOU listen! Get your Sleep With Me SleepPhones. Use "sleepwithme" for $5 off!!Learn more about producer Russell aka Rusty Biscuit at russellsperberg.com and @BabyTeethLA on IG.Show Artwork by Emily TatSupport our AAPI communityBlack Lives Matter. Here is a list of anti-racism resources.Support the people in Ukraine.Going through a hard time? You can find support at the Crisis Textline and see more global helplines here.CLARITIN - Nip your allergy symptoms in the bud this spring with Claritin D. Head to claritin.com to learn more and Live Claritin Clear.DUSKER - Turn your pillow into the comfiest earphone ever with Dusker's advanced under-pillow speaker, the Sleepbar. Head to dusker.com and use code SLEEPWITHME20 for 20% off.HELIX SLEEP - Take the 2-minute sleep quiz and they'll match you to a customized mattress that'll give you the best sleep of your life. Visit helixsleep.com/sleep for up to $200 off and 2 free pillows! ODOO - Simplify and connect every aspect of your company with this easy-to-use, all-in-one management platform software. Learn more at www.odoo.com/withme AIR DOCTOR PRO - Get a professional air purifier with a medical-grade UltraHEPA filter that's 100x more effective than ordinary HEPA filters. Visit airdoctorpro.com and use code SLEEP for up to $300 off!AQUATRU - AquaTru is a 4-stage countertop purifier that works with NO installation or plumbing. Use promo code SLEEP for 20%!!! off at aquatru.com. ZOCDOC - With Zocdoc, you can search for local doctors who take your insurance, read verified patient reviews and book an appointment, in-person or video chat. Download the Zocdoc app to sign-up for FREE at zocdoc.com/sleep PROGRESSIVE - With the Name Your Price tool, you tell Progressive how much you want to pay for car insurance, and they'll show you coverage options that fit your budget. Get your quote today at progressive.com

Ross and Carrie live-eat disgusting and delightsome combinations of foods, many suggested by LISTENERS! This week's themes are pickles, Mountain Dew, and alcohol. Plus, Carrie is still trying to chase down the soda (root beer?) that makes Lemon Oreos taste like marijuana. She fails, but Ross ends up high for the first time ever. It's Flavor Babies. [Slurp sounds]We have social media: X! Facebook! See Ross's talk on YouTube.

Join Game Theory Host Tom as he breaks down what exactly Slurp Juice is in Fortnite and if something like it could exist in real life! *Credits:* Writers: Tom Robinson and Mike Keenan (The Pokémon Biologist) Editors: Dan "Cybert" Seibert, Warak, Tyler Mascola, Alex "Sedge" Sedgwick, and Shannon (Bomb0i) Sound Designer: Yosi Berman

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It was the ultimate celebration episode, on a high from watching the Olympic Marathon Trials! We talked about some of our favorite storylines from the most exciting race on US soil: training partners finishing together (and our conspiracy theory), the next big star is born for female marathoners, an Olympian who walked onto her D2 college team, and so much more. Then we had some of the coolest data ever: internal stats on race day fueling from 60 case studies of successful races. Most field studies find that athletes grossly undershoot the science-backed recommendations for calories and hydration. Understanding the averages and offsets is a massive opportunity for most athletes to enhance their performance. Slurp slurp. And this one was absolutely PACKED with our favorite discussions! Other topics: new data on supershoes and how we suggest using them in training, Megan's experience with ketones, a heart-warming follow-up on the Chipotle Challenge, why we are so disturbed by The Enhanced Games, running and health, heart rate variation across athletes, the Zwift treadmill, and hot takes. For a weekly bonus episode (and weekly science post, plus merch), make sure you're subscribed to our Patreon. We love you all! HUZZAH! Support the podcast: patreon.com/swap Try Athletic Greens: drinkAG1.com/swap Buy Janji's amazing gear: https://janji.com/ (code "SWAP") Precision Hydration discount site: https://visit.pfandh.com/someworkallplay