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An LA News caster spilled his marriage problems on air. Some people were offended by what the United Airlines television said. The average American commutes 26 minutes for work. An Ohio amusement park is telling customers to keep their mouths closed while riding roller-coasters because they don't want them to swallow cicadas! "The Sperminator" is retiring from donating his sperm, he has 176 biological children.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
Listen to the full 6 am show where we discuss the retirement of the beloved Sperminator who has 176 biological kids. Plus, Fred reads a Reddit post where a husband is upset with his wife after he overheard her say she feels like a single mom... Listen now!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
Ron joined the millions at the No Kings Protests on Saturday and he's here to talk about it! We also review what we're watching, the retirement of The Sperminator, and the shooting of politicians in Minnesota. There's another dumb TikTok challenge, a gamer died in a Thailand cafe and no one noticed, and Antonio Brown is facing attempted murder charges. We talk about Trump's military parade, peeing in the shower, and a man who gave his girlfriend a sinus infection in a very disturbing way!
Kid A.G. and El Pres dive headfirst into the cesspool of AI madness, Elon Musk's sperminator antics, and the Cheeto-faced bromance that's making America gag harder than a Hooters waitress on a slow tip night. This ain't your grandma's podcast—unless your grandma's a foul-mouthed degenerate who loves a good conspiracy rant. Strap in, degenerates! Go Deep! What's on the Menu? AI: The Good, The Bad, and The gloriously Fucked-Up – Kid A.G. unleashes Grok 3 in fun mode, and it roasts Elon like a Thanksgiving turkey on a spit. Evil AI domination? Check. 12 Kids, Zero Chill – This asshole's got more crotch goblins than a clown car at a haunted house. Is he a genius or just a horny egomaniac with a broken condom stash? Bromance – Billionaires circle-jerking over power grabs while the world burns. Featuring Trump's tanning bed fetish and Elon's creepy ketamine-fueled awkwardness. Political Shitshow – From deregulation to Starlink mind control, these two are turning America into a dystopian wet dream. Fertility Clinic Fiascos – A lady pops out a black baby that ain't hers, and some old dude's sperm is still knocking up strangers. What the actual fuck? Hooters Nostalgia – Kid A.G. and El Pres drool over waitresses in khaki shorts and dream of stealing bartenders for the ultimate bar lineup. Boobs and beers, baby! This episode's a chaotic dumpster fire of AI rants, Musk-bashing, and Trump-mocking—exactly what you signed up for. Go Deep!, Fuckers! Wanna scream at us? Hit up goindeepshow@email.com Tell us how much you hate Elon's haircut or Trump's tiny hands—we don't give a shit, but we'll read it anyway.
Trent and Sharai end their time travel adventure with the classic The Terminator. Our art was created by Jed Martin. Check out his work at jedmartincreative.com. Music Credits: Composed/Produced by LaRob K. Rafael LaRob K. Rafael, piano/vocals, Jackson Kidder, bass, and Tiana Sorenson, vocals. Want More Time On Fierce Street? Then check out the links below! Follow all of our social media at https://allmylinks.com/anightmareonfiercestreet Subscribe to our Patreon for exclusive content and merchandise at https://www.patreon.com/anightmarefierceonfiercestreet --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/fierce-street/support
In a move that may destroy this podcast, Brandon and Steve give their instant reactions to the first Presidential #Debate2024, which appears to be the sixth-consecutive contest between Giant Douche and Turd Sandwich, thanks South Park. And nooowww...Hell Comes to Frogtown: In a post-apocalyptic world, women rule and men are judged not by the content of their character, but by the quality of their spermatozoa. Enter Sam Hell, a man with stronger swimmers than the US Olympic Team. A scavenger, drifter, and criminal-type, he opts to work with the government after he's captured, rather than face prison. His mission? To first rescue, then procreate with, a group of women who were taken captive by a race of Frogpeople. The human race needs more babies to survive, and only Sam Hell has the balls to save humanity. Is this setup stupid? Probably, but let's not got too teste. Hell Comes to Frogtown final grade: Steve maybe wasn't in a receptive mood for this one, but he calls this one "meh." Rowdy Roddy Piper misses as a leading man and bad #science knocks this one down several pegs. 2.69/5.0 Brandon This movie was ribbeting. Not a good movie, the nostalgia of a 1980s WWF icon and the low-brow humor hits in his soft spots. 3.45/5 Cocktail of the Week: Feeling Froggy? It Ain't Easy Being Green? Who knows... 1 oz vodka 1 oz Midori Melon Liqueur 1/2 oz Orange Liqueur 1/2 oz Coconut Rum 1 oz Pineapple Juice Mix all ingredients in a cocktail shaker. Strain over cherries in a frosted martini glass. Cocktail Grade: Brandon takes another shot at creating a cocktail. This one misses the mark, but it might be better if something about it were changed. 2/5 ------------------ Contact us with feedback or cocktail/movie recommendations to: boozeandbmovies@gmail.com X: @boozeandbmovies Instagram: @boozeandbmovies Threads: @boozeandbmovies www.facebook.com/boozeandbmovies --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/boozeandbmovies/support
It's hot as f**k in Sunnyvale, and the Boys are tryin' to get a tan, man! On today's menu: hot dogs and loud fish, the Sperminator, and Ronnie Thunder's overactive weiner. Plus: Get learnt on a new 'f' word!
Avec Urbain. Présenté par Florent Bernard et Adrien Ménielle. On en parle de choses dans cet épisode : du Flood Boyard, de folies culinaires, de la fête de la musique, de jeux de rugbymans, drogues, du Sperminator, d'acheter des trucs de seconde main, et même un peu de politique.Tu peux nous laisser des bonnes notes sur ta plateforme d'écoute et/ou en parler autour de toi, le bouche-à-oreille, c'est toujours chanmé ! Bises,Flo. Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.
Teaching 2nd graders can be really challenging...it drove one teacher to drink--in class. A restaurant diner brings his blow-up doll on a date because he lost a bet. With Father's Day having come, we spotlight one dad who just fathered his 165th child, but he is looking to retire soon. Plus, hear about a new book about butts.
Mcllroy is now the biggest choker in golfing history, young people are meeting partners at running groups instead of using dating apps & a sperm donor from America has 165 children. Join Mick & MG weekday mornings from 6am or grab the podcast everyday on LiSTNR or where ever you get your podcasts. #MickAndMGInTheMorningSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
Dave and Chuck the Freak talk about how much a Dairy Queen makes, the busiest buffet, shooting at Michigan splash pad, 71-year-old woman shot roommate after he stopped cleaning up after himself, plane came within 400' from ocean, FedEx drive collapses, couple went hiking in 108 degree weather, Dave has been up since midnight, NBA finals, NHL final, US Open, anti-trust suit involving Sunday Ticket, Bill Belichick dating 24-year-old cheerleader, Hulk Hogan beer, Gordon Ramsay nearly died in bike accident, Dr. Oz helped man who lost consciousness on plane, guy who played Smalls in Sandlot arrested, girl pooped in Theo James' bathtub after a date, Pope hosted comedians at Vatican, weekend box office numbers, Billy Ray Cyrus was married for 7 months, woman tried to rob McDonald's that she worked at, police found bag of cocaine hidden in cheeseburger during traffic stop, footage of truck driving in reverse full speed down highway, Walmart employee cut someone with knife during fight, guy suing Apple after wife found texts he sent to hookers, cop lost job while engaging in sexual acts while on duty at Kroger, The Sperminator says he will retire having kids at 50, woman busted collecting her deceased father's pension for 30 years, rich guy driving around his Porche with a sex doll, people left hanging upside down for 30 min at theme park, kid playing video games in the middle of the night saved his family's life, stranger moved into woman's house while she was out of town, woman showed up drunk to her DUI sentencing, company fires 12 remote workers for using mouse jiggling devices, man rode a shark, delivery driver hit someone while driving finishes delivery, dainty prison inmate escaped through hole in courthouse ceiling, cop stops a scam in progress, cops in Minnesota can't say “do you know why I pulled you over?,” Florida using drones to fight mosquitoes, croc terrorized neighborhood and they killed and ate it, 81-year-old woman named oldest train driver, drunk man lit cigar in Waffle House and attacked waitress who put it out, and more!
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On today's show we talked about the biggest bar tabs we ever had. We also talked about the ride malfunction at Oaks Park and the Sperminator is retiring!
DANA'S TRENDING REPORT - Kate Middleton gives an update on her cancer treatment and makes first public appearance since diagnosis, Trump really wants a Taylor Swift endorsement, Squad member Cori Bush says she's healed sick people with her hands, Disney World passholders were evacuated from a new ride, and a man known as the 'Sperminator' welcomed his 165th child just before Father's Day.
Happy Father's Day!
Tous les matins, l'œil malicieux de Charles Magnien se pose sur un sujet tabou ou gênant. Le rendez-vous pour débattre à la machine à café.
Tous les matins, l'œil malicieux de Charles Magnien se pose sur un sujet tabou ou gênant. Le rendez-vous pour débattre à la machine à café.
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La revue de presse des infos surprenantes et insolites, à ne pas manquer pour commencer le week-end du bon pied.
The Beauty PageantBy thomas_dean. Subscribe & listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. On stage, Gloria towering over me insisted on hearing my husband Jerry's reaction to enforced chastity, "What virile man wants his cock in a blocker while his wife is fertilized?""The decision was joint," I retorted."Really?" Gloria expressed shock. "Your guy's nuts were locked down," Gloria laughed, "after you guys weighed the alternatives and made a joint decision. You are married to a saint.""As close as any man could be," I retorted. "Like a prince, we kissed as his pubes were vaporized and his phallus was encased in the cock-blocker."Gloria declared, "Nurse Warbler is right! Most guys don't mind pussification. They get to jerk off and hang out in a gym. Those too lazy to shower have an excuse not to bathe..." Gloria's voice trailed off into a laugh. Turning to me and the college girl, Gloria asked, "How did your guy take the good news of pussification?"When I outlined Cindy's proposal to my husband Jerry, Jerry believed, "It is generous. I could launch myself into a consulting business, but the sacrifice is all yours. You have to decide.""Hmm," I replied, "Oh, the sacrifice is yours as well. The clinic doesn't pretend we're eh, you're capable of voluntary abstinence. You get pussified, pubes shaven and cock blocked. The cock block only comes off at the clinic to release of eh, tensions, to use the gym, and to shower."In the treatment room, looking down at Cindy's bare back as she crouched on her hands and knees on the table, I commented "`non-surgical temporary sterilization, hmm, why don't you just call it pussification?" I lifted one of Cindy's arms and then the other to sweep the hospital gown away, leaving her naked in my presence for the first time. My hands had migrated toward the base of the spinal column. I was now manipulating the muscles of her butt."Pussification!" Cindy turned her head to look at me beaming with a big smile. "In medical school, we learn how to express simple concepts in the most opaque manner. The medical term might be an anti-androgenal agent designed to produce male infertility on a temporary basis."Sighing with relief at the release of taut muscles in her butt, Cindy mumbled about the relief of stress."And were you able to come up with a medical therapy?" I continued chatting."The risks of chemical castration," Cindy murmured, "brittle bones, fractures, arterial disease, and cardiac complications are too great and the benefits of lower ejaculate too insignificant to warrant use.""So, chemical castration is ineffective?" I asked."Only excising both testes permanently renders the man incapable of impregnating a female," Cindy advised, "temporary removal, storage, and replacement through micro-surgery is not cost-effective."As Cindy lectured, I reached for the depilatory cream. Placing my left hand to press down on her lower spine, I reached under Cindy's pelvis to spread the defoliant between her legs across her lower abdomen in an arc sweeping through her mound and the crease between her vaginal lips. As the cream vaporized pubes, Cindy cooed. "I never expected that this would be so relaxing on such a trying day."Taking a deep breath, Cindy continued her explanation of rejecting an anti-androidal medication, "The expedient of enforced chastity through application of an inexpensive device which prevents erection, ejaculation and penetration is far more effective form of --."Gently whacking Cindy on the butt, I suggested, "Pussification."My wise-crack made Cindy laugh so hard that tears welled in her bright blue eyes. "I needed that," Cindy acknowledged, "on a day that went so bad on which I had to make a hard choice."Meeting Dr. Velour poolside, she commented on my bikini bottoms, "I see your menstrual cycle has resumed. I have been concerned that women who use that implant which stays the cycle might find difficulty when it returns.""No worse than my pussified husband suffers," I sighed, "With both on the rag, hopefully we won't kill each other.""It's hard on the guy whose dick is locked down in the sling--during first few days," Gloria told the naked women assembled on stage. But in Surrogate's pool, it's the most effective form of birth control. At first, the guy is crotchety, irritable and bad-tempered. Once the guy gets in the routine of visiting the clinic to be hitched to a post for a mechanical release, the nastiness goes away."On stage, Gloria speculated, "Getting hitched to a post and jerked off becomes addicting to men. After pregnancy is confirmed, the chastity shield can come off, but the guy will prefer coming here.""Indeed!" I responded."After a few months of the hitching post," Gloria claimed, "You might as well have your guy castrated. He's useless. Besides--the sperminator is more dependable." Shrugging her shoulders to jiggle her nipples, Gloria smiled, "Fair exchange, he gets a mechanical cunt and I get a cock that won't go limp."I replied pithily, "Two hearts, one dream."Turning to me in the treatment room with an inviting smile, Cindy breathlessly whispered, "Say nothing. Help me off the table. Strip off your sweaty clothes off. Let's chill together." Cindy assured me, "No one will see us. No one's down in the visitor's shower at this hour. We'll have plenty of time alone."In the shower, Cindy giggled when my boobs bounced as she tore my sweaty top over my head. My bottoms swept away, I was standing in front of her in panties. Cindy spreading her legs partially squatting, stroked her clit. "Role reversal," Cindy declared, "you're prissy missy and I'm the frisky fox."Clutching me in a tight embrace, she assured me, as she stretched and snapped the elastic band of my panties, "To say yes to bliss, just plant a kiss, don't do me wrong and string me along."Advised, "eh, acquiring both Jerry and me requires his consent," Cindy paused peeling off my panties.Cindy pulled back. Her soft blue eyes turned steely. Her voice lost its silly giggle. Sweetness left her voice when her tone turned harsh into the bite of command when she demanded, "With the kind of money, I pay Dr. Velour, I'm entitled to a happy ending." She paused for emphasis. With hands on hips, sugary sweetness gone she barked, "Top me off."When I reported the scope of Cindy's demand to Dr. Velour in a pool side conference, I expressed dismay, "Cindy doesn't want to merely rent out my belly, she wants to buy me and castrate my husband."A grim look crossed Dr. Velour's face. Dr. Velour spoke hesitantly, "Cindy, eh, Dr. Craft is in line for a grant to adapt my sperminator, interface it with the male reproductive organ as a prosthetic device after orchidectomy-eh castration. It's quite an opportunity.""At the expense of neutering my husband," I protested."Jerry could become the ultimate modern man, with detachable nuts," Dr. Velour declared, "potent when you need him; harmless at other times.""That comes at a heavy price," I replied, "to both Jerry and me.""Your husband would create a consulting company," Dr. Velour reminded me. "I'll ask Dr. Craft about funding for a healthy volunteer. The 26 year old man is an appealing poster boy competing for grant money, but perhaps there is room for other subjects. You'll stand on stage as a prospective Surrogate?"On-stage, red-haired Gloria complained, "I wonder when someone is going to show up. We've been freezing our butts off for more than an hour.""I think we're just being strung along." I said with resignation.Eventually one of the women from admin came down to the theatre to tell us to dress and go home. Gloria smirked, "We're such sheep we have to be reminded to dress before we go out on the street."In days ahead. to my surprise, I didn't hear directly from Cindy but busy with my work wondered how much longer I should punish myself by teasing Jerry.Filling the doorway in a gown which barely reached her mid-thigh, Gloria beamed triumphantly as she stood on the scales and announced, "I'm here for 'The Big One.' And I specifically asked for you.""I'm honored," I replied."Well, I got selected. I meet the doctor--a single parent--who inspected us on stage," Gloria advised me, "It was a touch choice, this Dr. Craft told me. Good deal, promise of a plenty of benefits.""I'm very happy for you," I replied. I wasn't surprised. After `The Beauty Pageant,' I had switched on the implant anticipating the removal of Jerry's chastity shield.Oh, it works out well all around," Gloria informed me, "Dr. Velour plans to branch out. She's in line for government funding to develop a sperminator into a fake dick for men who lose their balls." Looking around the room, Gloria added, "She hasn't decided how long she'll hold onto this place.""Detachable nuts!" I exclaimed, "Now women need not beg off sex with the 'I'm on my period' excuse.""What did I tell ya, sweetie?" Gloria hugged me, pressing fleshy breasts into mine as she stepped off the scales, "Despite the attraction of a young one with a flat tummy, seasoned birthers are more reliable."With a sharp whack to her butt, I ordered her on the examination table. "With your experience, you know the drill. Lay on your back, raise your knees and spread 'em.""I am in a hurry, Dr. Velour has referred my husband to a specialist, I'd like to go along, but...," Gloria start to protest."Then lets get down to work," I spoke in a firm, but pleasant tone as pushed her legs further apart."Now it's open wide enough," I noted as I led the fingers of her right hand to stroke her clit. "Press it down like a button," I whispered. The thumb of her other hand massaged the creases between her vaginal while her fingers explored the widened tunnel. "Work it hard, I'll fetch the sperminator."Down in the subterranean level, I obtained the device from Dr. Velour's office. I called Jerry to get him to drop by for a shower. Quelling his protests, I affirmed, "I have news-it's important." When breathlessly, Jerry promised to come right over."Something we've been both waiting for, but we'll have more privacy to discuss it at 9:30PM."I smiled in reflection. I'd use a women's greatest strength: overcome brute force with finesse. I'd ride Jerry's cock raw my way, cowgirl style.Returning to the treatment room, I found Gloria's freckled skin burnished bright red and drenched in sweat. Gloria demanded, "Ram it in. Cram it in before I explode."While I held up the spermiator and prepared to plunge it in, Gloria moved her hands to play with her breasts. After a pause, I smiled at the whizzing sound of the vibrating spermator as I thrust it spermantor inside her. The thumb of my free hand pressed on her clit. "It's like a on-off switch," I joked as Gloria suddenly went an orgasmic, lifting her ass and crashing it against the table.How long that went on I'm unsure. When Gloria nudged me awake, I was naked except for my white sneakers, standing bent over the examining table vaginas lips locked tightly together by Gloria's long legs. Released I staggered to my feet."Tomorrow, same time," Gloria kissed me as she donned her gown to leave, "I swear you entered me." Shaking her head, Gloria sighed, "They say that's myth; it doesn't happen, but I know it does.""Glad to be of service," I slapped her rump as she passed by me. Giggling, she jumped.It was easy to switch some hours with the nursing assistant assigned to the late-night crew. Warning me as she prepared to leave, "You're it: inspector, shower girl, towel girl and escort. After 9:30PM, the most you'll get is one or two sperm donors. Almost never, you get a surrogate.""Guys tip better," I noted.After an evening rush, by 8pm there was only an occasional visitor. Clad in a thong towel loosely slung over my shoulder, I stood in the male donor's locker, reading a book. When Jerry entered, I threw aside the towel dangling my boobs.. "You know the drill, hun," I said in an impersonal tone without looking up. I stifled the protest which was starting to form on Jerry's lips, "Faster if you please," I looked down at my electronic chart, "Mr.Warbler, in all honesty, too late for feigned modesty, or play strip tease," I paused to ring out in a cadence, "jeans and top, shoes and socks,, everything off, totally defrocked , down to bare anatomy//To get your cock unblocked."Standing hands on hips, bare but for the triangular shield covering his male accoutrements, Jerry looked away as I pushed the button. "Your cock blocker is released," pointing to a cylindrical container, I directed, "remove it. I need to examine your erectile tissue." I deliberately used inflated terminology.Hesitating, Jerry questioned, "Do you think-I mean, should we-are you authorized to?" The tone of hopeful anticipation entered his voice, "Your news?""I have important news but first," I barked an order, "Like everybody else, assume the position for genital inspection," I commanded. "Quickly," I urged him, "Hands behind your head, feet apart."Kneeling to tease his penis with my finger, I teased Jerry, "Look it grows. OK into the shower.As Jerry turned to go to the shower, I condescendingly patted his butt. I marveled that stealth surmise and cunning can overcome superior physical strength all the time.Chapter 11: Casting My SpellWearing only a thong with a towel slung over my shoulders, I switched some hours with another nursing assistant to cover the late-night shift at the Fertility clinic. My bare boobs bounced peering out from under the towel as I shifted my weight. The evening had been slow, only an occasional donor to be freed from the cock blocker, showered towelled and led to a hitching post. Most of the evening was spent sitting around in the locke
Patient Modesty in the clinic..By thomas_dean. Subscribe & listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. In one of my asides with Dr. Velour in the employees' shower, I informed Dr. Velour, "Like most women, Cindy removes the hair from her arm pits and legs, but Cindy clings to the hospital gown when I try to pull it below her navel. How am I going to remove her pubic hair?"At Dr. Velour's suggestion, I gotten rid of Cindy's pubic hair by applying the depilatory cream around her pubis as she presented her rear end while she rested on hands and knees. "In her mind," Dr. Velour accurately predicted, "faced away from you, Cindy won't feel exposed..."In the treatment room, Cindy knotted her faint eyebrows in surprise. "Usually, you whip the gown off and order me crouch on hands and knees to present my heinie."I sighed. "You've a partner but," I observed, "It seems somehow you have never before been naked in the presence of another person."Holding her hand out to touch my arm, Cindy asked, "You're with a guy, but I take it, don't be offended, it's just a feeling, you like girls too. What's it like to be with a guy, to have his juice inside you?""It's a risk," I held her hand. "Guys aren't always as clean or careful as we might like, You know that.""Then, why a man?' Cindy asked."It's hard to explain," I replied, "the brain winks out; you're in instinct driven override. My husband Jerry and I strung together a ditty one night: `Skin aflush, Lips touch, Hands clutch, Bodies crush.'""It's that simple?" Cindy laughed."To override good sense, your senses must be overloaded," I explained, "The trill goes on, 'Scent seducing, Rapid respiring, Furies flaring, Blood bubbling, Dairies dazzling.""Dairies dazzling?" Cindy chuckled. "Or dangling? I guess I wouldn't do well with a man. I don't have that much up top to appeal to a guy.""Mother nature provides," I chuckled, "At each stage, the next one comes that much quicker, "When stimulated, female breasts enlarge. They fill with blood during arousal and intercourse," I teased her nipples as I recited the verse, "There's a certain structural bias imparted by my husband the engineer, `Scent alluring,, Emotions engaging,, Heartbeat surging,, Piston projecting, Port awakening.'""Engineering mixed into biology?" Cindy questioned."Anatomy, Jerry tells me, is the model of man-made structures," I informed Cindy."But what of women-made physical edifice?" Cindy chided me."One never knows what will happen when two heads," I chuckled, "come together in," I continued the poem, "A silent hush, Furies rush, A storm burst, A final thrust , comes the gush.""And that's it?" Cindy asked."Usually, the guy cums and the gal has to finish herself off," I reflected, "These are my lines: `my body inflamed , tho' his sap be drained , his fires slake , I make mine quake!""And still you prefer men?" Cindy prodded me."It's the thrill of letting go, experiencing the risk, dirt, disease, pregnancy and not caring," I exclaimed."Birth Control?" Cindy asked.I shook my head. "Even the pill isn't fail-safe and in the throes of ecstasy, intoxication or just plain exhilaration, you let go; your body takes over; primal instinct reigns; you really don't care.""Fucking is so much fun," Cindy suggested, "you don't give a flying fuck.I tied that into the intended treatment. "Dr. Velour's treatment protocol is based on that very premise that impregnation is more likely if the woman allows her body to take over just like in natural intercourse.""How do I do that?" Cindy asked.Taking a breath for fortitude, I rendered instructions, "First, you must relax." I moved closer to speak directly to Cindy, "I'm not going to bite. Could you spread your legs just a little further apart?"The pale white skin of Cindy's face burnished a deep scarlet when I smiled at her pitiable effort to spread her legs. Running my hands up her inner thighs, I splayed her legs. "Jerry my engineer husband says the legs are like the legs of a protractor. It's unwise to pull them more than 120 degrees apart."Cindy's sweet blue eyes followed my hands as they felt along her lower smooth abdomen brushing her labia reaching toward her inner thighs. She thrust her genitalia upward when I deliberately bypassed and teased her slit. "No matter, we'll try something different today." I smiled. I gently massaged the crease between Cindy's labia and worked my way toward her clit.Hands behind her head, nipples erect, Cindy stretched out on the table. Was she a couple of inches taller? Had she gained a cup size? I wondered.As I removed my hand Cindy pled, "Oh, please God, don't dare stop!"Taking Cindy's hands, I placed Cindy's right hand on her clit and her left inside her vagina searching for the G spot. "Work yourself hard," I ordered, "you deserve it."Excusing myself from the room with the claim that I had to retrieve an instrument, I went to fetch Dr. Velour. I found Dr. Velour in the gym, nude working out. Surprise filled Dr. Velour's face when I came into her view. "Nurse Warbler, you need to get out of those sweat drenched clothes. A shower to cool off is what the doctor ordered.""I've got Cindy working her way to an orgasm," I reported, "I need you to do the injection. It took a lot to get her into a state where she's physically ready to allow her body to override her brain and conceive. It's now or never!""This is unexpected!" Dr. Velour exclaimed, "I'm hardly dressed for the procedure."In frustration, I declared, "I've done much more than I ever expected or wanted to do to accomplish the task: impregnation." I shook my head. "Let me take Cindy into the female visitor's shower. We can do her in the shower," I demanded."Do her?" Dr. Velour seemed surprised."In the shower you'd be perfectly attired to accomplish the task," I observed wryly, "Wouldn't you agree?"I recruited a male nursing assistant about ready to go off duty to help me lift Cindy off the table and guide her into the shower. "Patient is here for impregnation," I noted as we each led Cindy, her fingers furiously stimulating her clit, to the showers. "Hopefully, Dr. Velour will arrive with the sap in time," I declared."I can't help you there. Dr. Velour locks down male nurses in chastity before they can enter the female ward or deal with Surrogates," the male assistant smiled, as we put Cindy, still stimulating herself in pre-orgasmic euphoria, under a spigot.The heat was overbearing. I pulled my top off and tossed my bra in the corner. "The shower should be warm enough to keep her revved up," I assured myself as I stepped out of the bottom and went under the spigot with Cindy.My colleague commented. "Fortunately, not cold enough to turn a hot girl in heat, off." Looking me over, my colleague rendered a candid appraisal, "cute lime green thong matches the color of the scrubs."Standing facing Cindy, I found myself running on the momentum of arousal. Dropping my thong, I slipped my fingers down my abdomen, between my legs into my clit. I swayed in synch with Cindy. Our chests heaved in unison. My lips puckered, blowing Cindy a kiss.Our lips met. Her tongue invaded my mouth We manually simulated ourselves furiously. I became aware that Dr. Velour had entered the room holding a syringe. Was it a foot long and an inch in diameter? Would that fit inside Cindy's love port? I wondered.My boss, Dr. Velour, was here but I didn't care. Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw Dr. Velour hand the syringe to the male assistant. Would he administer the man-sap?I felt the pads of a woman's long narrow fingers gently lubricating my sphincter with circular motions going deeper with each rotation. Dr. Velour's breasts pushed against my hip as she pulled Cindy's vagina toward mine. Was this part of the procedure? I wondered.Even if the stranger's sperm was not inserted in me, I may have reached a new level in which the demand and sacrifice was something I may never have assented to in advance. Nonetheless, I deemed myself true to Jerry.I felt a quaking deep inside me start to rumble from the depths of my body shoot into my uterus causing exhilarating contractions, growing in intensity until I crashed senselessly on the shower floor. I fell asleep as the water dripped upon us, my head resting comfortably on Cindy's soft breasts.When I awoke, I found myself alone. The female visitor's showers were dark. The water was turned off. A blanket was thrown over my bare body. My sneakers were gone; my feet were bare. My scrubs were nowhere to be seen. I had no idea what time it was.A lone towel and a bar of soap sat on a rack. I supposed that was a hint.It was as if I was in a vision as I showered down. I worked the bar of soap in my hands into frothy, sudsy cream bubbling with bubbles. When I spread the creamy soapsuds over my shoulders into my smooth underarms, I appraised myself. In a few days, my armpits would need attention.I ran the bubbly mix across my chest, gently working the cream into my breasts, teasing my nipples with the pads of my fingers. Letting my hands wander, I reached my pubic mound.Bristle was starting to grow in coarse. My pubic hair had been removed in a training exercise here at the clinic. It was itchy but Jerry preferred hairy pubes. Whenever I felt guilty about something, I tried to accommodate Jerry.Though tempted, I resisted recapturing the mood. Instead I chose to reach behind me. I spread the foam over my bare ass into my crack.With a sigh, I ceased stimulating myself and allowed the falling water to carry the suds off. I lowered my head to watch the stream of bubbles carried off into the drain in the floor.Alighting from the shower, I found myself on the catwalk in the darkened female wing. Over in the male wing, I could see lights were still on. As I walked on the catwalk, I could hear Dr. Velour below in the subterranean gym chatting with some male donors who were using some of the exercise equipment. Dr. Velour was nude as per her rules for female usage of the facility.What would Dr. Velour's reaction be? Had giving into the feelings of the moment led to failure? What would Dr. Velour do or say? I wondered. I prepared to defend myself. After all! Dr. Velour had engaged with me in bringing Cindy to orgasm and had withheld administration of the man juice."Oh Nurse Warbler," Dr. Velour greeted me, nodding to her male companions sporting only an athletic supporters to leave us, "Cindy and her partner are pleased with progress. They've requested you shower with Cindy when she arrives in the facility. This will acclimate her to a certain amount of social nudity. It will lead to more overtime. Join me in the pool for a quick dip before you dress to go home?"I wasn't surprised. Bowing my head, I muttered with resignation, "As I go one each new step here at the clinic brings us to a new level in which the next demand for an even greater sacrifice soon follows."Chapter 10: The Choice.I was standing on the stage with six other naked women. The foot lights shone right in our face. We couldn't see our audience. It didn't matter. From this beauty pageant, Dr. Velour's preferred clients would pick a Surrogate from one of the bare assed and bare footed females on display. I already knew that Dr. Velour's intended guests would be Alison and Cindy, a sperm-less pair, the current 'correct term' for a lesbian couple who wanted to start a family.A while back, Dr. Velour presented the problem to me in one of her casual asides in the subterranean pool that the clinic provided as a diversion offered to male donors and female surrogates as well as employees. Looking out on the work on the adjacent solarium and sauna, Dr. Velour waved her hand as she visualized her dream, "Right what's just a ditch will bring natural sunlight to the subterranean level.""Naturality," Dr. Velour shook her head, "has its advantages." Turning to carefully studying my bare body, Dr. Velour paused to nod approvingly at my freshly depilated pubes. Dr. Velour noted, "I hope our informal, poolside tete-a-tetes in the natural state promote openness, honesty and trust.""It would save on the laundry bill," I hid my reservations in a joke."Let's talk about your patient Cindy." Dr. Velour began, "Her partner-Oh, the sperm-less pair plans to marry and produce a child-is concerned. Cindy's obsessive modesty is noticeable even at home. Cindy responds well to you. Her partner believes you can bring Cindy to accept an injection with the specialized syringe I designed-you call it --...""The sperminator," I reminded Dr. Velour. Chuckling, I added, "A little dose, we say, brings on 'The Big one,' pregnancy.""Sperminator! `The Big One!'" Dr. Velour exclaimed, "My nursing assistants, a bunch of cards, have devised a cute but sophomoric expression to describe my ingenious design. My invention combines the injectant power of a syringe with thrusting power of a dildo and the stimulation of a vibrator. The sperminator delivers warm sperm into a body in orgasmic convulsions, replicating the euphoria of natural intercourse," Dr. Velour explained."No sperminator natural or artificial," I replied, "can bring 'The Big One' to Cindy, eh, impregnate her if she won't be seen naked.""Cindy trusts you. Work on it." After a pause, Dr. Velour suggested, "Join me at the end of your shift for a swim?" Dr. Velour requested.Weeks later, on stage, I was wondering how did I end up on display? Upon graduation with a degree in an Industrial Psychology, I had been promised a position in management at the clinic. I should be behind a desk studying the motivations of the naked women flapping their lips around me. Only last month, I was leading candidates for selection on stage. Somehow, the wistful plaint crossed my mind: when one door closes another one opens. The direction of my work at the Fertility Clinic had shifted in stages during my treatment with Cindy, the seemingly diffident partner in a eh, spermless pair.
Clinic Nurse explains heterosexuality to sperm recipient.By thomas_dean. Subscribe & listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I was busy in the morning playing the warden, releasing the bulls, the male donors, from the chastity shield and inspecting their genitalia. Unfortunately, word spreads quickly in the clinic. The bulls chided me about my prospective transfer to the female section. "Afraid of dealing with real men," upbraided one bull. His teasing brought a round of a hearty laughter."I'll return the compliment," I retorted, "in this locker, I wear the crown. Under lock and key, I keep your implement. It is I who frees you from peeing sitting down." Later, descending into the subsurface level, I found myself walking with a group of bulls, phallus dangling free, headed to the gym. One, a Mr.Tim Bogen, a relative newcomer, pulled me aside.Worry etched on his face, Bogen requested permission to pose a question. "What would you think if your husband registered here as a bull?"I pondered for a second. "I'd sleep more nights through, wake up fresh still in my PJs more often and get more cuddling time. My eh—partner would learn the use of his tongue. I might like some cunnilingus, now and then. How does your partner feel about your role here?""She came here on one of the partners' days when they allow the bulls to eh -" The bull hesitated."Screw," I suggested."Kind-of," Bogen spoke hesitantly, "Eh—Interaction is subject to strict supervision. Females are protected, like prized animals, from unplanned insemination," the Bogen grimaced, "Bulls must use a sperm collection condom.""I guess Dr. Velour has an exclusive output contract with her bulls," I surmised."The clinic starts off females in milk extraction," the bull recounted."I'm sure it's just an experiment to see if the exercise of the nipples will fool the body into producing milk," I assured Bogen. "Participants, mostly college girls picking up a quick buck, are paid to have their nipples exercised. What's the worry? You are permitted to work her nips at home. It can lead to renewal, a new beginning of tender moments and bonding.""With me in chastity?" questioned Bogen."With you in chastity," I replied in a comforting voice, "the exercise might increase sexual tension and spur sperm production.""But where does that lead to—for her?" Bogen wondered, "Titty tugging is just a beginning. Each step makes the next step easier. Taking money to have her tits pulled can become selling her body for milk production and then getting knocked-up for surrogacy.""You really starting to worry about a concern that has yet to present itself. Perhaps, you should explore your feelings with Dr. Velour and your partner," I spoke with an encouraging voice, "I'm just a Nursing Assistant in training, not qualified to counsel you and your partner."At the foot of the ramp, I promised to raise his concerns with Dr. Velour. Entering the small theatre next to Dr. Velour's office, I found myself alone with Dr. Velour, now in her freshly pressed pleated dark skit with heels and white lab jacket over a sweater. The other nursing assistant trainees had not arrived."They'll be down," Dr. Velour informed me, "in a few minutes; Pat is exercising her nipples; Cassie needed to take a shower after working up a sweat in the gym; Beth is expressing milk. They'll be down after a shower."Apprised of the Bogen's concerns, Dr. Velour congratulated me, "you did right by referring the bull to me for guidance." With a hand on my shoulder, Dr. Velour asked, "What do you think makes a good Surrogate?""Physically fit enough to carry a baby to term, ovulating, able to conceive," I replied."Physical capability is important. Most women are, but what should I look for in a young woman who wants to be a surrogate?" Dr. Velour inquired."A motivated person," I replied."Indeed, motivations. That's what I look for," Dr. Velour exclaimed, "What I look for in a surrogate starting out is the antithesis of a good mother. First, she's less interested in bringing life into the world than securing an advantage for herself, an objective, material purpose, an expensive house, a limited-edition car, a dream vacation, something beyond their means that a woman might be willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for, giving up a child. Second, it is helpful, that a woman be a bit of an exhibitionist, one who enjoys being the center of attraction, the star of the show.""I don't mean to inquire into your personal affairs..." I started."But you've heard that I financed my medical education by playing surrogate, three times," Dr. Velour chuckled. "I came away in good condition, don't you think? No scars, genitalia intact, abdomen uncut." With a laugh, Dr. Velour reminisced, "medical people are so self-centered that no one noticed I was pregnant—every year.""You were not the center of attention?" I was stunned."A couple years later, I went to a reunion," Dr. Velour recalled, "an alum approached me... `Weren't you the girl who skipped graduation because you were pregnant in the last year and delivered? What did you end up having?'" Dr. Velour smiled as she reflected, "`Money to pay the tuition,' was my response.""Then, you were not the center of attention?" I was confused."Most women feel they are or should be as their baby balloons out," Dr. Velour explained, "Sometimes a husband can be jealous." With a reassuring back rub, Dr. Velour promised, "I'll call the bull in, for reassurance."At that Cassie the gymnast entered in scrubs. The sleeves were cut off to reveal her biceps. Following her were Pat, topless big breasts bouncing, and Beth also topless with pads covering her nipples. "Sorry, Dr. Velour," hands cupped in front of her breasts, Beth apologized, "I've been expressing. I need to sop up the drip."I was somewhat surprised to see both ladies enter in yellow shorts and slippers, displaying their breasts, Beth boldly, Pat looking around nervously gauging our reaction."Let's start with Pat," Dr. Velour began, "But first I begin with an explanation, not an apology. There are no apologies in medicine we're always right." Dr. Velour looked from face to face. Her remarks drew some giggling and a few chuckles."In our last session, we had Amy Warbler get dressed in order to come down here to strip behind the privacy screen. The purpose of requiring a patient to disrobe is control. Beth," Dr. Velour called on the surrogate, "could you explain how our heifers enter to express milk?""It's an assembly line. Heifers report, disrobe," Beth outlined the procedure, "shower, line up for examination, handed a pair of yellow shorts and slippers, assigned a booth for milking.""Human breasts are a secondary sex characteristic, not a sexual organ," Dr. Velour lectured, "They are designed for two purposes: to attract a mate and to produce milk for the sustenance of an infant."Velour called Pat to center stage, "Lets start. The areola, the ring around the mammary papilla, the nipple," Dr. Velour ran the pad of her index finger around Pat's areola, "of a blond, like Pat, is usually a subdued off-white." Dr. Velour looked to Beth. "Under those pads, a brunette, or any other dark-haired woman like Beth should have darker, more prominent areolas."Beth looked with a smirk on while Pat turned her head away as Dr. Velour's hands massaged Pat's breasts. "The Female Breasts," Dr. Velour taught, "infused with network of nerves, spread out widely, are extremely sensitive to physical contact." Placing her hands under Pat's breasts as if weighing them in the palm of her hands, Dr. Velour asked whether Pat suffered any neck or back pain from the weight of her breasts.Rolling Pat's nipples between thumb and index fingers, Dr. Velour lectured, "In bringing down the milk, the heifers in the experimental program start with manual manipulation of the nipples. Unlike milking a cow, by simply squeezing the bossie's teat from the top to the bottom, manual manipulation of human breasts must take a subtle, gentler form of palpating or massaging the nipples to simulate suckling an infant."Ordered to drop to the ground, Pat presented on all fours. Dr. Velour squatted in front of Pat, "Taking the nipples between thumb and index finger," Dr. Velour discoursed, "gently tug one then the other. The subject will after she gets used to the position become quite stimulated." Rising and assisting Pat to her feet. "Try this at home with your partner, but there is another way."Turning to Beth, Dr. Velour called for comments. "Sometimes, direct oral stimulation, properly done, mouth covering the tit," Beth explained, "will be more effective in bringing down the milk.""More efficacious as well as more affectionate," Dr. Velour smiled before she invited Beth to demonstrate. "Beth, you have the most experience," Dr. Velour urged Beth on, "show us how direct oral stimulation is done."Supporting Pat's breasts with the palm of her hand, Beth, with a smile, jiggled Pat's breasts. "Nice jugs," Beth smiled. Beth locked eyes with Pat. Pat's hands tentatively reached out to clutch Beth's shoulders.As Beth craned her head to lick Pat's left nipple, Pat placed her right hand on Beth's head to hold Pat close. Beth slobbered her tongue around Beth's left nipple. Capturing Pat's nipple in the mouth, Beth started suckling.Turning to Cassie and me, Dr. Velour orated as if she were lecturing a theatre full of students, "Suckling creates a vacuum instrumental in bringing down milk. The breast pumps employed in the clinic operate on the same principal. The pump captures the whole nipple and creates a vacuum replicating a mouth suckling." With a smile, Dr. Velour exclaimed, "The body is a marvelous machine!"In front of us, the suckling became louder and more intense as Pat's left hand reached around Beth to clutch Beth in a hug. Beth's hands falling on Pat's hips, yanked Pat's yellow shorts off. The shorts fell to the floor, Pat kicked them off. The two tumbled to the platform of the stage."Breast feeding is a pleasurable experience," Dr. Velour observed, "pre-natal or pre-adoptive practice can reinforce the pair bond which many believe essential to child rearing. The human body is a well oiled machine. Unfortunately, there is no turn-off switch," Dr. Velour chuckled. "We can allow these two go orgasmic for the moment."With the sound of an impending orgasm echoing in the background, Dr. Velour turned from Cassie to me. "One of our bulls has expressed concern over his wife," Dr. Velour explained the problem I had raised, "After his wife came on a couple's day, she decided to join our programme as a Heifer to stimulate her breasts to induce lactation."Cassie chirped, "She wants to be a Moo-Cow and he's worried. I don't believe it""That's the problem," Dr. Velour observed. "It is possible that the husband might fear his role as the center of attention in the relationship is endangered by competition from his wife. Amy, do you have any suggestions?"My attention was riveted on the tussling in the background. I watched Beth's lips slip away from suckling Pat's left breast, planting kisses down Pat's abdomen with a smack. When Beth reached Pat's mound, I heard Pat emit giggling sighs of delight. Pat's legs wrapped around Beth's neck; sucking sounds became louder as the grasp of Pat's legs drew Beth in deeper.Prompted by Dr. Velour to advance a solution for the bull's problem, I saw the answer in the scene unfolding before me. Still watching Beth and Pat in the throes of orgasm, I proposed, "Meet the couples together. Allow the bull to suckle the heifer, suggesting scientific standards require observation for monitoring the technique." Looking at Beth and Patty locked in an embrace on the floor, I added, "that way both will share center stage.""Hmm." Dr. Velour opined, "just let their bodies' wiring take over."In front of us, Beth and Pat shook with successive waves of orgasm. Transfixed by the spectacle on stage, I, sandwiched between the firm body of Dr. Velour and muscle-bound Cassie, felt overheated. "Stimulating, isn't it?' Dr. Velour threw an arm over my shoulder to whisper in my ear."If I were still in school," Looking toward Dr. Velour with a sheepish smile, "I'd skip school this afternoon, find Jerry and fuck myself blind."Cassie laughed. Dr. Velour with an enigmatic half-smile changed my assignment for the day to shower girl in the heifers' shower. "Keep you away from temptation. As you know I have an exclusive on all the Bull's spermatic secretions."The rest of the day passed routinely for a fertility clinic. I spent the afternoon as towel girl in the heifer's section. At the end of the workday, I was approached by Dr. Velour to share a spigot in the employee's shower. Asked for my reaction to working with women, I reflected, "Different things are dangled in your face; the saucy comments and suggestions are subtler; the objective is the same: a cheap jives rather than cheap thrill, but no requests for nipple stimulation, manipulation, suckling, or massages.""How disappointing!" Dr. Velour sounded sympathetic. Turning, Dr. Velour requested I soap her back. Starting with her shoulders I spread the foamy liquid on her shoulders, massaging her neck, lathering her arm pits when she spread her arms out. Holding her head back to look up at the ceiling, Dr. Velour opened her mouth and held out her tongue to catch the gentle beads of water falling on her when I passed the sudsy froth along the sides of her breasts.As I rubbed the bubbly mass down her spine, Dr. Velour, eyes shuttered, demanded, "lower, lower, work out the kinks of a long day." The droplets of soap sparkled as I applied the creamy solution and kneaded the firm, muscular half-moons of her butt.I looked around. Everyone had left me with Dr. Velour alone.Splaying her legs and bending over, Dr. Velour, exceptionally agile, reached for the floor with her hands. Presenting her crack invited an intimate massage. I had seconds to think of a diplomatic solution to keep contact impersonal. I leaned into Dr. Velour teasing her back with my nipples and excused myself for a second in an apologetic tone, "I need to leave you for a second to reach for surgical gloves. Don't go away."Dr. Velour muttered with an undertone of disappointment, "If you must."Locating surgical gloves, I stepped into the Shower girl's bottoms. Topless, I reasoned, ought to be enough stimulation. Returning to Dr. Velour, I first squeezed the bubbles out of a washcloth between those firm half-moons. Then I worked the effervescent fluid into her crack, massaging her sphincter with the pad of my thumb, entering her warm vagina with my index, middle and fore fingers.She moaned as her orgasm overtook her. Though I had intended to keep the contact impersonal, the electric charge of her orgasmic contractions jumped from her body to mine. A flush branched out from the cheeks of my face to my chest. My nipples went erect. I started to laugh at myself for donning bikini bottoms. I felt the urge to rip them off and rub my vagina into her muscular legs. I leaned into her back. We swayed together as the ripples of orgasm shot through our bodies.Suddenly, with a jerk, Dr. Velour pushed me off and stood on her feet. Casting a scurrilous glance at the bikini bottoms clinging to my ankles, Dr. Velour cautioned me, "Kick those things off before you trip."Hands on her hips, Dr. Velour congratulated me, "Not bad! Remind me to give your class some lessons in massage." Staring through me dispassionately, she observed, "It may come in handy." Looking around the empty room, Dr. Velour told me to rinse off. "The night crew will be reporting in soon to service the bulls who come in for a shower after work."Before the heat of our encounter faded away, Dr. Velour walked down the catwalk toward her private changing room. Watching her retreat down the walk of shame, I wondered what had I begun? I had wanted to ensure that contact would be impersonal. Dr. Velour intended nothing different. I felt I betrayed myself husband, but most of all I had betrayed poor Jerry.
Welcome back, Bleaklings! This month, Kevin kicks things off with some chatter of Wolverine and Cybertrucks. Then, Matt and John join Kevin for a rousing update of "That Guy From Kevin's Hometown," as well as some wild news about twin marital problems, stolen bills, and some interesting musical headgear. Enjoy!
Fertility clinic nurse explores magic of sex play in study.By thomas_dean. Subscribe & listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Chapter 4: Fun & Games People Play.My tall and muscular husband Jerry, pleasantly bemused, encouraged my studies and offered his body for practice."First, I wash my hands and introduce myself," I went through my checklist, "Good morning Mr.Warbler. I'm Nursing Assistant Amy Warbler. After I release you from chastity, I'm going to conduct a testicular exam, a complete physical inspection of the genitalia, the penis, scrotum, and testicles.""Oh, please do," said Jerry with a smile.I moved his chin to the right and ordered Jerry to put his hands on his head.Passing my written and practical test, with Jerry's help, I found myself in a somewhat more staid, professionalized environment. On duty, I was addressed as Miss Warbler. I wore medical scrubs replete with a name tag that identified me as a Nursing Assistant.Co-opting in the trial run-through for the hands-on portion of the exam, Jerry complained that I should borrow surgical scrubs for more realism in my exam. "There's something to the medical accoutrements, the scrubs, the name tag, and the stethoscope that promote cooperation of the subject."With Jerry's size and strength, I needed all the help the prop of an improvised costume could bring to assure his pliancy.To accommodate Jerry's quest for realism, I wore one of his white shirts, backwards, over a loose, billowy pj bottom. I preferred the short sleeve shirt to tease Jerry with a glimpse at my breasts. Jerry's T-Shirt fit loose enough; I only buttoned the top button to make sure the top flowed with my movement. To Jerry's suggestion that, on duty, I wear a bra or a T-shirt under the scrubs, I reminded him that paying customers give tips."Tips for Tits!" Jerry exclaimed. "You must model this exceptional garment for me. Bring a pair home.""To leave at the end of my shift," I replied, "I have to walk naked from a communal shower along a steel mesh parapet for 100 paces. How can I spirit scrubs out of the clinic?"Still, even after elevation to a demi-professional caste, we had to strip, stow our street clothes in a locker, and walk naked along a catwalk about 100 feet to communal showers. Instead of the 4AM race of the cleaning crew to the showers, we leisurely strolled to the showers. One of the women walked with the man, idly chatting. Next to me walked a cherubic brunette Darrie. "Think of it as short for Darling," she told me."Appropriate name," I replied, "for the angel who releases the male donor from the cock block to release the built-up eh—tension.""Angel Darlin', now that would be a nice name," Darrie chuckled, "the guys call the nurse in the locker the Angel of Mercy. We call her the `Warden.'"In our practice for my hands on exam, Jerry expressed interest in experiencing me in the role of the Angel of Mercy."Not ready to recognize me as your warden," I chided Jerry.Perhaps, Jerry suggested as he stood naked in front of me that I should have obtained permission to borrow a chastity belt for that purpose. "The clinic might have allowed issuance of the belt, but not the electronic notebook. You might find a chastity grows on you. Without the release button on the electronic notebook, you'll find the belt is easier to get into than to get out of."Under the spigot next to me, Darrie, looking around the shower, sighed. "You're new. The only problem with working at the Fertility Clinic is," a silly expression appeared on her face, "it grows on you.""Quite an interesting comment," I replied, "about an institution designed to grow eh, people.""The longer you are here," Darrie smiled, "the more you're bound up in it, the harder it is to leave, and the more you find yourself willing to do."Though there were enough spigots in the shower for us to keep a respectful distance from each other, we tended to congregate within arms' reach of each other. "I'm going to help you-just for the first few customers-In the locker-just to show," Darrie proposed, "you how to handle eh, the ropes." We both giggled together before she asked, "Soap up my back, will you be a luv?"Turning her back to me, Darrie waited for me to apply a washcloth from the short hairs of her neck to her shoulder blades down to her butt. "Are you married, luv?" When I acknowledged, she prodded me, "to a guy?" At my nod, she added, "you'd do well as shower girl, but today you play warden, unlock them on the way in and lock them tight on the way out."At the clothing counter, Darrie recommended that I wear a T-Shirt under the scrubs, "It being your first time, you might not want guys gaping at your swinging tits.""Tits bring Tips," I quipped.In my practice with Jerry, I went through the protocol: "Second, once the subject has disrobed, the subject should present naked standing in front of you. Some prefer to perform the examination kneeling to the side of the patient. Most examiners prefer to stand to conduct an initial appraisal of the subject's general condition.""Hands on your head, Mr.Warbler, if you please, legs apart," I ordered in a cheerful voice."Why do you need to keep an eye on my hands?" Jerry asked. "Does a 90 lb woman facing fear losing control over a naked, sex crazed man recently sprung from chastity?""Interesting choice of words," I replied.When Darrie and I peeked in the male donor's locker, three or four men completely undressed were milling about inside. Darrie pointing out a fair skinned nervous sort criss-crossing his chest with his arms, "Probably, the new guy, Mr.Flesher," she surmised.Naked except for an inverted triangular shaped dome covering their crotches, the men awaited release. Standing at the entrance the male donor's locker, Darrie whispered, "Unexpected things," an evil smile peered on her lips, "especially with new donors can happen when the projectile is unleashed. Never stand directly in the path of an eruption."We both giggled when I quipped, "Interesting concept."Entering the male donor's locker, Darrie barked, "Line up," Darrie pointed to a line down the middle of the room, "Hands on your heads, the one on top of your head you think with, if you expect your schlong to swing."There were some catcalls from the guys lining up. One called out, "Wear a bra if you're afraid I'll cop a feel.""While I keep your schlong locked," Darrie shot back, "fondling my tits in a moment of joy will bring your cock quite a shock.""You just want to smell my pits," screeched another."Just to check, forsooth," Darrie quipped, "underarms remain smooth and clean and not hirsute." Darrie leaned over to give me advice at an audible whisper, "it's good to keep chappies happy by wiggling your tush and acting a little sassy.""Consider this a eh, dress rehearsal. You're suitably naked and I'm in an improvised nurse's costume," I commenced a test-run of the examination. As Jerry stood hands over his head, I announced the next step, "Third," pausing to seize his penis for examination, I continued, "thoroughly inspect the penis frontal and dorsal,-eh all sides for lumps, swellings, ulcers or scars."At my touch, I could feel Jerry's penis begin to pulsate and gel from flaccid to rubbery. I noticed Jerry's lips pursing. I heard my heart pounding in my chest. Breathlessly, in a dreamy voice combining technical book learning with pillow talk, I gushed, "think of the penis as engineering miracle of erectional hydraulics, a natural pump capable of accomplishing a surge of blood flow within seconds. When the penis swells with blood, the pelvic floor muscles launch the penis eh, into ecstasy."Ecstasy? I questioned myself. That's contrary to protocol which impersonalized intimate contact. Putting aside the delicacy of social conventions, I, focusing on the objective, must conduct procedures by the book step-by-step. The heart may beat faster, the temperature may rise, but the purpose of intimate contact is professional. "Physical contact with a female nurse during a delicate examination can produce a natural reaction in a male patient," I reassured Jerry."Priming the pump triggers the launch. I hope so," Jerry replied.Announcing as we swept into the locker room, "Gentlemen prepare to launch your rockets, 10-9 -8-7 ...," Darrie pushed a button on her notepad. The clang of the plastic covers falling to the ground followed. While I collected the fallen shields, Darry declared, "Fun time! Examination of the genitalia."When she reached Mr.Flesher who managed to conceal himself at the end of the line, he was shaking; his fair skin was burnished red. In a soothing voice, Darry assured Flesher, "There's no shame in a natural reaction to physical contact with a female during a genital examination."Hushing the other men, Darrie sent them into the shower, noting, "Go take care of what you came here to do."As the other men filtered out into the shower, Darrie called me over. "Mr.Flesher," she addressed him, maintaining eye contact, "Let me introduce Amy Warbler, our new Nursing Assistant. I need to report to Dr. Velour our boss that Nurse Warbler is fully capable of conducting exams on her own. Can you help me teach our Nurse Warbler the art of an intimate examination? It'll only take a sec. Then you can get hitched to the hitching post for release. That's what you came here for, right?"In practicing with Jerry, I pronounced, "Fourth, inspect the scrotum. Hmm," I interjected, "I get to keep hold of your joystick. Moving the penis out of the way, inspect all sides of the scrotum. Lift the scrotum to check its underside."In the locker, Darrie thanked Mr.Flesher, "Good! My examination will only take a couple more minutes before you're on your way to the hitching post, release and ecstasy."In my dry run with Jerry, I reached the Fifth stage "palpating," I interjected, "that's an inflated medical term for examining by touch, the testicles.""Inflated? That's an interesting word. Sounds like fun," Jerry's laughter went into the falsetto range when I pinched a testicle."With my thumbs and index fingers," I explained, "I roll the testes between the fingers to detect potential abnormalities. Feel along the duct work, the epididymis tube and the duct deferens which deliver the sperm for ejaculation.""Go easy," Jerry's voice ventured into the falsetto range."That wasn't so bad. Your examination is over," I advised Jerry, "You're free to have fun. Thank you for being such a good boy," I patted his tush, "for behaving yourself and cooperating." I turned my back on Jerry to take off my gloves and drop them in the bathroom."Free!" Jerry exclaimed. When I felt his hands gripping me. Lifted off my feet, I felt the pj bottoms slide away. Bent at the waist, I heard Jerry yell "I don't have to be good, no more, but it will be good."In the locker, Darrie concluded Flesher's examination. "Not so bad, was it? You passed your exam with flying colors," Darrie counselled Mr. Flesher, "You're dangling free. Go have fun with it!" As Flesher walked away, Dearie whispered, "never turn your back on a released donor."At home, Jerry exclaimed, "Time for fun." A wild expression cropped on his face. "The pump's been primed, the torrents will flow." I felt the warmth of his body nestle between the half-moons of my ass while his nimble fingers separated my vaginal lips. Then he hesitated."Go ahead. Fuck me." I ordered Jerry. Tease, denial and release, I wondered as I gasped when Jerry penetrated, was that the magic?Chapter 5: Nature of the AttractionIn my senior year in college, I worked several hours in the early morning before classes in a fertility clinic. It was part of my internship toward my degree in Industrial Psychology. In my rotation as a student intern in the clinic, I, through study and practical training, had earned a promotion out of maintenance into the Nursing Department as an assistant.Smart in her white lab coat and dark dress, Dr. Velour introduced the study to three nursing assistant candidates gathered in her office."We start our study with the male body because it is less complex, designed for an important, but momentary role in reproduction," Dr. Velour's word brought a ripple of giggling to the motley group of prospective nursing assistants."This is a business," Dr. Velour expounded, "We have to recruit livestock, groom their bodies, generate interest in purchasers, draw and refine the product and sell it. Initially, our question in dealing with the men, is what makes a man want to `bind his loins' in a cock-blocker, hitch his penis to a machine and discharge his seed into a hitching post? The answer at least initially is curiosity."I chuckled. Ever since I obtained this internship, my husband Jerry has beseeched me to sneak him in to test his equipment. Didn't I put out enough? I lay crunched up like a pretzel, hands bound behind my back with my bra, complaints squelched with panties in my mouth too often to think differently.It was hard to think of Jerry tied docilely to a hitching post at the Clinic to be jerked off. For foreplay, Jerry preferred wrestling me to the ground. Taken by surprise, forced face down, with Jerry strong hands tugging at the waistband of my jeans, I'd spur Jerry on by pleading, "Don't rip my clothes, Jerry. I don't get paid till next week."Was Jerry jealous or afraid my job involved physical contact with other men? No, Jerry was so curious so much so he wanted me to reenact the protocols in sperm extraction."You come to the clinic through different pathways, bringing different experiences to the study. Dr. Velour looked from student to student, "we have Amy, here, a student in Industrial Psychology at the local college. Perhaps with Amy's background in Industrial Psychology, she will develop a clearer idea the motivation of the persons involved in the people involved in the donation process. Amy?""My ugh-experience tells me curiosity is a good hypothesis," I replied. The room filled with chuckling, "Men are always looking for a new spot to anchor their spar in."When the laughter subsided, Dr. Velour pointed out a girl with muscular forearms and legs, "Next, we have Cassie. She's a gymnast who has been working in the gym; Pat," Dr. Velour pointed out a college girl like me, "a participant in our experiment in inducing the mammary glands to produce milk; and Beth," Dr. Velour pointed to a woman in her mid-thirties, "a surrogate.""Regardless of sex, however," Dr. Velour continued, "the brain is the largest sex organ. Oh, the body reacts to physical stimulation and once aroused can control the mind, but the mind creates the expectations in given situations.""Thus, because male body's function in reproduction is limited," Dr. Velour ex
The Croatian boys are back in town, taking the hot seat on Bonzai Basik Beats with a sublime set that will definitely get you in the mood for the weekend ahead. The lads have an epic set in store for us with tracks and remixes from the likes of Lunatic Asylum, Steve Dekay, Danny Avila, Cherrymoon Trax, Thomas Schumacher, Adam Byer, Hi-Lo, Sunbeam, Sperminator, Thomas P. Hechmann, Drax, Bart Skils, Weska and maore. 1. Lunatic Asylum - The Meltdown (2021 Remastered) 2. HI-LO, Space 92 - Mercury (Original Mix) 3. Steve Dekay - Black Magic (Extended Mix) 4. Zafer Atabey - Roots (Original Mix) 5. Danny Avila - Melodia (Extended Mix) 6. Cherrymoon Trax - The House Of House (1994 Remix By Thomas Schumacher) 7. Alignment - Dance For Me (Original Mix) 8. AKKI (DE) - Venezia (Extended Mix) 9. Space 92 - Apollo (Original Mix) 10. The YellowHeads, HLGRMS - F_cking Sound (Original Mix) 11. Maddix - Heute Nacht (Extended Mix) 12. Alice Reize - The Reizer (Original Mix) 13. HI-LO - BONZAI (Extended Mix) 14. Adam Beyer - Robotic Arms (Original Mix) 15. Sunbeam - Outside World (Bart Skils & Weska Extended Remix) 16. Drax Ltd. II, Thomas P Heckmann, Drax - Amphetamine (Original Remaster) 17. Activator - Zombie (Original Mix) 18. Sperminator - No Woman Allowed (Original Mix) 19. Faceless, elMefti, Holy Priest - Fuck This (Original Mix) 20. Creeds - Push Up (Club Version) 21. HI-LO, Layton Giordani - Rabbit Hole (Original Mix) This show is syndicated & distributed exclusively by Syndicast. If you are a radio station interested in airing the show or would like to distribute your podcast / radio show please register here: https://syndicast.co.uk/distribution/registration
Pilze im Wald und auf dem Teller; Informatik in der Schule - Es fehlen Lehrkräfte; Nachhaltiger Kunstschnee? Geht das überhaupt?; Hormone bei Frauen - Wie bestimmen sie das Leben?; Sperminator und Co. - Über die Umtriebe von Massenspendern; Diverses Spielzeug - Noch immer nicht Standard; Reduzierung der Treibhausgase: Warum die weltweiten Anstrengungen nicht reichen; Moderation: Franz Hansel. Von WDR 5.
Ari Nagel is an American mathematics professor and a sperm donor who has fathered more than 140 children. He has been nicknamed the Sperminator or the Target Donor, after the American retail corporation in whose stores some of his artificial-insemination donations were performed. In this episode we discuss Ari's backstory and how he became a sperm donor, the complications of having 140 kids, legal issues and more. 0:00:00 - Intro 0:01:07 - Background & Growing Up 0:04:03 - Motorcycle Accident, Money & Travel 0:07:36 - Craiglist Ad & First Donations 0:11:13 - Ari Compared to a Clinic 0:13:01 - Ari's Involvement in Children's Lives 0:15:35 - Complications & Different Rules & Prices 0:22:07 - Health Issues 0:23:45 - Making the Exchange 0:25:47 - The Moms & Vetting Process 0:32:00 - Child Support, Legal Issues & Parenting 0:37:00 - Father's Day Weekend 0:37:37 - Happiness, Time & Travel 0:43:17 - Addiction & Retirement0:45:59 - Kids & Moms Upset 0:47:49 - Good Father 0:49:30 - Attachment 0:50:42 - Settling Down with a Woman 0:52:55 - Helping & Different Families 0:57:03 - Dr. Oz & Talk Shows 0:59:20 - Outlook 1:00:56 - Outro Chuck Shute website:https://chuckshute.com/Support the showThanks for Listening & Shute for the Moon!
The strange and unconventional methods of one man and his sperm donations leads to controversy.More Ghost Town: https://www.ghosttownpod.comSupport the show: https://www.patreon.com/ghosttownpodInstagram: https;//www.instagram.com/ghosttownpodSources: https://bit.ly/3SjqoUL Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
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The first mitzvah in the Torah is "to be fruitful and multiply". No one does that better than Ari Nagel, better known as The Sperminator. Nagel has 117 children and counting. He's donated sperm in Ta
Ari is not a bad choice, if you are looking for a sperm donation option. 6'2, empathetic, smart, nice will allow you to make all the decisions, and FREE. Is he perfect, NO but he is harmless. Ari really should write book. He has so many stories and experiences with the women and couples he has helped over the years. In this interview, you are able to see how knowledgable, he is about many aspects of fertility. The Diva Cup, a cheap fertility aid...WHO KNEW???All comments are from my point of view. Outside of the stories, I share from my life and experiences, I have no proof or facts that I even know what I am talking about ;) This podcast is strictly for a good time. We are not solving world problems but I will bring you business experts and success stories to help you take over the world! I am so excited to share my new journey with you. I tease you all A LOT but I love you and your shady questions. Not recommended for carpooling with the kids. ENJOY!!!!!Stay in contact: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/trulykenya/?hl=enFacebook Truly KenyaBusiness inquiries only:Hello@trulykenya.comDisclaimer: All topics and conversations are for entertainment purposes only!!! None of the information in this video or by Truly Kenya should be taken as a fact and everything is alleged.
Ari is not a bad choice, if you are looking for a sperm donation option. 6'2, empathetic, smart, nice will allow you to make all the decisions, and FREE. Is he perfect, NO but he is harmless. Ari really should write book. He has so many stories and experiences with the women and couples he has helped over the years. In this interview, you are able to see how knowledgable, he is about many aspects of fertility. The Diva Cup, a cheap fertility aid...WHO KNEW???All comments are from my point of view. Outside of the stories, I share from my life and experiences, I have no proof or facts that I even know what I am talking about ;) This podcast is strictly for a good time. We are not solving world problems but I will bring you business experts and success stories to help you take over the world! I am so excited to share my new journey with you. I tease you all A LOT but I love you and your shady questions. Not recommended for carpooling with the kids. ENJOY!!!!!Stay in contact: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/trulykenya/?hl=enFacebook Truly KenyaBusiness inquiries only:Hello@trulykenya.comDisclaimer: All topics and conversations are for entertainment purposes only!!! None of the information in this video or by Truly Kenya should be taken as a fact and everything is alleged.
Listen. Understand. That Sperminator is out there. It can't be reasoned with, it can't be bargained with... it doesn't ever get tired or go flaccid... and it absolutely will not stop raping you. Ever. Until you are filled.-----------------------------------------------------------Join Maximilien Skreedle & Dugger Von Haus on a satirical journey through the modern era, where you will learn exactly what is no longer funny in our new globalized safe space utopia. Remember, laughter is illegal, and happiness is a capitol offense. Everything we say and do is for your safety, and no matter what, it is absolutely Not Funny.---DONATE---COME TO OUR GUMROAD PAGE! THIS IS THE BEST PLACE TO SUPPORT US!https://notfunny.gumroad.com/-The Lame Options-Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/notfunnylivePayPal: https://paypal.me/skreedlehausSLOBS: https://skreedlehaus.live/tipJoin Us Trading Crypto On Coinbase!https://www.coinbase.com/join/4KTECVBTC: 3CWWe78MMWv9sfv4YNBttRWesRZxDNdo7METH: 0x4E40522a0Ae3c57D5470FaebcC790d53982226E4DOGE: DGtVDJ5fra5fsg1ee6FddcLc8i5JvRGZEBADA: addr1vxvuxmjqeurk93kgur5nuwd7s0gk3mfls4v0y4faxst9wugszpy44Support the show (https://www.patreon.com/notfunnylive)
Known as the Sperminator the inseminator, or perhaps even "America's Dad," Ari Nagel is the biological father to over 100 children across the world. This week the fellas chat with Ari about how he got involved with the unorthodox method of sperm donation outside of the typical method of sperm bank donation. It all started with a Craigslist ad that evolved from word of mouth into Facebook groups and beyond. Ari Nagel has more children than one would know what to do with but he's committed to providing folks with an opportunity to build a family and be a part of that family in whatever capacity they see fit. This is a WILDLY interesting and entertaining episode and can't wait for you to hear it.
Known as the Sperminator the inseminator, or perhaps even "America's Dad," Ari Nagel is the biological father to over 100 children across the world. This week the fellas chat with Ari about how he got involved with the unorthodox method of sperm donation outside of the typical method of sperm bank donation. It all started with a Craigslist ad that evolved from word of mouth into Facebook groups and beyond. Ari Nagel has more children than one would know what to do with but he's committed to providing folks with an opportunity to build a family and be a part of that family in whatever capacity they see fit. This is a WILDLY interesting and entertaining episode and can't wait for you to hear it.
Ari Nagel is perhaps the most famous sperm donor in the world. He has fathered seventy children through sperm donation and has more children on the way. Unlike traditional sperm donation, Ari does not charge any money for his sperm and is involved in varying degrees in the lives of his kids. So what prompted Ari to devote his life to this cause? How does he keep track of seventy kids? What problems does he foresee in the future, and how does he respond to some of the negative criticism he has gotten?
This week the boys head back in time to October 26th 1984 to revisit the sci-fi classic THE TERMINATOR and the horror film-clip anthology TERROR IN THE AISLES. So, listen to Kyle Reese and take heed: “That terminator is out there; it can't be bargained with, it can't be reasoned with, it doesn't feel pity or remorse or fear, and it absolutely will not stop...EVER…until you are listening to Episode 63 of OPENING WEEKEND!” Halloween, 1984: It's inevitable. He's coming. He can't be stopped. And not even the mighty Sarah Connor or steely eyed Dr. Loomis can protect you from the terror that is…Dan Matisa in a homemade Q-Bert costume!Oh, %@*&#$!!! What was more confusing for young Jason? The time-travel twists and turns of “The Terminator” or the hormonal twists and turns of “The Sperminator,” aka 8th Grade…? Greatest 80's action movie catch-phrase: Arnold's “I'll be back” or Joe Dolce's “You Toucha My Car, I Breaka Yo Face?”And between trying to get through watching horror movies without pissing himself in front of his friends, being chased by holographic images of David Byrne while roller skating in a never-ending circle of futility at Laces Roller Rink, and possibly dabbling in cross-dressing and a dose of Marx Brothers fetishism, Fred's therapist is buying EVERYONE tokens to play “Tron” and “Russian Attack” at the arcade! In the words of the great Sarah Connor, “Shaddap yo face, ‘cus you're terminated F*$#er!”
Welcome back to the Trap Family! Shout out to everyone showing love for Rome's Mom last week. This week we are joined by another Queen Danielle Denise (@Danielledenisela) host of the "Girl What Podcast" (@Girlwhat_pod). We talk Bow wow beef, Amauel's Hemorrhoids, The Rock Rapping, Communication with modern women, A guy who has 100 children whose name is The Sperminator, and much much more. This is a fun episode that you don't want to miss! Wipe your feet and come on inside the Comedy Trap House! Join the Comedy Collective “Dormtainment” at the Comedy Trap House for their weekly podcast. It's hilariously insightful, thought provoking, and sometimes-just flat out stupid. Eavesdrop as we discuss current events, personal theories, and our journey! Side effects from listening include laughter, mental growth, and a burning desire to chase your dreams. Thank you guys for all the support! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices
We apologize for the Holiday Delay but We're BACK. Coming today with a new episode. We speak on our importance we place on our role as Fathers. We talk about our indivisual health journeys and where they started, and a man in New York who goes by The Sperminator. You won't want to miss this extended episode
In this episode, Scrap, Dingo, and Shorty talk about Pride month, HR1, the Filibuster, and then we “Pop Tops” to The Sperminator. If for some reason you like the way our voices sound, make sure to subscribe to the show!
Ari Nagel AKA The Sperminator is a New York College professor. He has 84 children born so far and has over 20 women currently pregnant. Myron Cotton wrote to me telling me he “can play guitar and sing entire songs while doing the splits , behind the neck and the leanback position.” He started playing the guitar at 22 and he is still learning today. By day he is a plumber and at night he's a hard rockin' solo artist in Alberta Canada.
The average dollar bill remains in circulation for nearly 15 years. How filthy is it? And what's that about traces of ... cocaine?Ari Nagel, AKA “The Sperminator” has fathered 78 kids and may not be done. Huh?Later this summer we'll commemorate the worst contract in professional sports history. Long live Bobby Bonilla Day! (Until 2035, at least)Follow Commute:Instagram - instagram.com/commutethepodcast/Twitter - @PodcastCommuteFacebook - facebook.com/commutethepodcast***Episode Sources/Go Deeper:https://time.com/4918626/money-germs-microbes-dirty/https://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-9320165/Sperminator-fathered-78-children-13-women-pregnant-paid-hugs-kisses.htmlhttps://www.cnbc.com/2020/07/01/bobby-bonilla-day-why-his-deal-with-the-mets-was-so-lucrative.html
Episode 27 - The Tequila Hombre - with expert Mark Cherney is live!It’s a new episode of Two Idiots and an Expert! Kops and Lee kick this one off with some scheduling info and editing details about Episode 26, The Inclusionist, with Simma Lieberman. And then talk about...- Guru Zush let Lee know the Sperminator was in the news (01:25); at Zush’s encouragement Lee tried to ride that wave on Facebook and Twitter, driving people to listen to his episode.- There are some new guests coming up (03:00) and people are listening. Feedback on the The Inclusionist episode has been positive, the subject matter is very complicated. Corey thinks Lee is too agreeable with the guest. - Lee wants Kops to watch Christpoher Nolan’s movie Tenet (07:36), Lee watched it already but there is a lot there to talk about. Lee heard someone talk about the movie on a podcast, it's very complicated. This week’s guest is Tequila expert Mark Cherney (thanks Joel for the recommendation!). Kops and Lee talk (10:11) a bit about their history with Tequila - bad experiences early in life with bad Tequila and what they know about good vs bad Tequila. The tequilas they are tasting are Arete Blanco ($22), Cascahuin Reposado ($54), and an Espanita Añejo ($33), along with a Mezcal, La Luna Cupreata ($38). Expert Mark Cherney (Youtube channel) joins the boys to blow their minds with his Tequila knowledge (21:36). He breaks down the difference between a blanco, reposado and anejo Tequila, the organization monitoring the Tequila and the Blue Weber Agave plant. Kops and Lee taste the Tequilas as Mark talks about all things Tequila and Mezcal, his history and the projects he is working on. Mark curates the spirits on the website https://fermentandstill.com/ and sells bottles from special barrels at https://tequilabarrelcollective.com/. The boys come back (01:32:10) and are nice and toasty from the amazing Tequila. Kops is zooted and learned a ton. Your Idiots had a ton of fun talking to Mark!Make sure to check out Mark on his Youtube channel and his websites, Tequila Barrel Collective and Ferment and Still. Thank you very much Mark for coming on the podcast! Contact Zush Photography for all of your bar/bat mitzvah, wedding and event photography needs (973-314-1527 or email info@zushphotography.com). Mentions the Idiots sent you!Follow Two Idiots and an Expert on… Facebook / Instagram / Twitter#tequilas #tequila #mezcales #tequilatime #tequilalover #tequilashots #tequilatequila #tequilashot #tequilanight #tequilacocktails #tequilabar #margaritas #paloma #tequilasunrise #tequilatasting #tequilalovers #tequilajalisco #ApplePodcast #SpotifyPodcast #TwoIdiotsandanexpert #2IdiotsandanExpert
This episode I discuss Platonic marriages, Cannabumps, Fast food slavery, The Sperminator & much more! FOR ALL THINGS SHENANIGANS WITH FRIENDS: https://linktr.ee/shenanigans_podcast
1. IDF Reopens Border Area Near Syrian Conflict Region The Israeli army has just reopened the area of the Golan Heights bordering Syria that had been closed off to civilians for security concerns. #IDF #Syria ____________________ 2. Western Wall Egalitarian Site Fallout Continues To Escalate The fallout from the Israeli government's decision to freeze progress on an egalitarian prayer site at the Western Wall is escalating. U.S. Ambassador to Israel calls for ‘Jewish unity, mutual respect.' #EgalitarianPrayer ____________________ 3. Major European Installations Hit With Ransomware A series of ransomware cyber-attacks have just hit some major installations across the U.S. and Europe. Israeli P.M. and Shin Bet show off their plan to counter cyber threats. #Cyber ____________________ 4. Major European Installations Hit With Ransomware Yana Blachman, Cyber Security Analyst with Cybereason speaking at ILTV studio about the growing cyber threat and Israel's role in combatting the rise in cyber-attacks. #YanaBlachman #Cyber ____________________ 5. U.S. Denies That Trump's Commitment To Peace Talks Wavering The US State Department is forcefully rejecting rumors that President Donald Trump is having second thoughts on the Israeli-Palestinian peace process. #US #Trump #Peace ____________________ 6. Three Infants Said Dead In Gaza Due To P.A. Withholding Funds The Palestinian Authority's decision to withhold medical aid to the Gaza Strip may have resulted in the deaths of three infants in the Gaza Strip over the last 24 hours. Hamas is holding the Palestinian President responsible. #PA #Gaza #Aid ____________________ 7. Multiple Vehicle Bus Crash In West Bank Kills Seven A three-way collision on a West Bank highway has killed seven people when a Palestinian mini-bus, an Israeli bus, and a Palestinian car collided on route 60. #WestBank #BusCrash ____________________ 8. Protesters At Children's Cancer Wing Of Hospital Block Streets Parents of sick children being treated at a Jerusalem hospital have taken to the streets to block them with hospital beds because of an ongoing issue between doctors at the Hadassah Ein Kerem hospital in the hemato-oncology ward and the hospital management. #Hospital #Protest ____________________ 9. Jellyfish Clog Up Cooling System At Israeli Power Plant Massive swarms of Mediterranean jellyfish have been threatening to clog the pipes of Israel's major power stations that uses a regular intake of seawater to keep its system cool. #Jellyfish #PowerStation ____________________ 10. Improve Your Project Management Capabilities With Dapulse Joel Goldstein, Creative and Marketing lead at Dapulse speaking at ILTV studio about Israeli start up Dapulse that has come up with a creative new solution to help multinational companies better communicate, making them more efficient. #JoelGoldstein #Dapulse ____________________ 11. U.S. Professor Comes To Israel With “Philanthropic” Donation US Professor, Ari Nagel, known in the American press as 'the Sperminator,' came to Israel. He's fathered at least 26 children through his sperm donations and now he's making a donation for an Israeli woman who wants his sperm as a backup. #AriNagel #Sperm ____________________ 12. Britney Spears Slams Rumors That She's A Lip-Syncer Britney is fighting back after allegations that she will be relying on playbacks during her show and won't be singing live at her upcoming concert in Israel. #BritneySpears ____________________ 13. Hebrew word Of The Day, ZIYUF | זיוף = FAKE / FORGERY Learn a new Hebrew word every day. Today's word is "ziyuf" which means "fake/forgery" #Learnhebrew #Hebrewwordofday _____________________ 14. The Weather Forecast Tonight should be partly cloudy with a low of seventy-three or twenty-three degrees Celsius. Then tomorrow you can expect a slight drop in temperatures with a high of eighty-six or thirty degrees Celsius. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
J&A Get down, dirty, and hilarious about Jurassic World and Terminator Genisys, Game of Thrones (no spoilers), and Defiance - and EVENTUALLY get around to DS9's "Babel".
J&A Get down, dirty, and hilarious about Jurassic World and Terminator Genisys, Game of Thrones (no spoilers), and Defiance - and EVENTUALLY get around to DS9's "Babel".
J&A Get down, dirty, and hilarious about Jurassic World and Terminator Genisys, Game of Thrones (no spoilers), and Defiance - and EVENTUALLY get around to DS9's "Babel".
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