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Brenda J. and Karen B. are honored to welcome Pastor Martel Stevenson of Streets of Destiny Church for a powerful Christmas message of hope. If you want to check out Streets of Destiny click link below: https://www.sodgoc.org/ In this episode of Hanging On To Hope, Pastor Martel shares the personal story that led him into homeless ministry and how God placed a calling on his heart to serve those living on the streets. He reminds us that hope can be found even in the hardest places—and that no one is forgotten by God. Together, we talk about the true meaning of Christmas, the gift of salvation, and how faith can carry us through seasons of discouragement, loneliness, and loss. Pastor Martel offers encouragement to anyone who may be struggling during this time of year and shares practical ways we can help and support those experiencing homelessness. He closes the episode with a heartfelt Christmas prayer, speaking life, peace, and hope over every listener. Whether you're feeling weary, searching for hope, or looking for ways to make a difference this Christmas, this message is for you.

A special 4-minute reading of "Christmas at Sea", an evocative poem written by Robert Louis Stevenson in 1883. Stevenson, the son of a lighthouse engineer, had intimate, first-hand knowledge of storms, weather, and life on and by the sea. Read for you by World Ocean Radio host Peter Neill. Happy Holidays.Christmas at Sea is an evocative seasonal poem by Robert Louis Stevenson published in 1888, five years after his beloved novel, Treasure Island, was published. Christmas at Sea appears in an anthology of poems compiled by the Radio4 program Poetry Please: The Nation's Best-Loved Poems, with a forward by Roger McGough, published in 2014 by Faber & Faber Books. Christmas at Sea is in the public domain.About World Ocean RadioWorld Ocean Radio is a weekly series of five-minute audio essays available for syndicated use at no cost by college and community radio stations worldwide. Peter Neill, Director of the World Ocean Observatory and host of World Ocean Radio, provides coverage of a broad spectrum of ocean issues from science and education to advocacy and exemplary projects.World Ocean Radio: 5-minute weekly insights in ocean science, advocacy, education, global ocean issues, marine science, policy, challenges, and solutions. Hosted by Peter Neill, Founder of W2O. Learn more at worldoceanobservatory.org

Hospitality For Santa A gullible girl finds a Christmas Night Visitor. Based on a post by tomthumper. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. It was the night before Christmas when Betty Boots was awakened from her wet dream of big dripping candy canes; by a thump, and then a clunk from her apartment's living room. Her big blue eyes popped open as she listened to a rustling, then a man's voice; cursing? Excited, Betty slipped out of bed and crept towards the living room, the cool night air raising goose bumps all over her voluptuous body. The red frilly negligee she wore was frightfully thin, but Betty didn't mind the cold. She was convinced she was going to catch Santa Claus! Eight years ago, when she was just eighteen, she had hidden behind the couch as Santa put presents under the Christmas tree at her parent's home. She'd just returned from college, after semester finals. But even when she was an elementary lass, friends had tried to convince her that Santa wasn't real. But Betty was a special girl. She really, really loved Santa. Eight years ago, as Santa slipped the last present under the tree that night, her mother had come out of the bedroom wearing only a pair of white stockings, stiletto heels, and hair ribbon; and gave Santa a very friendly hug. In return, Santa gave Betty's mum a very sexy workout that night. Betty got the gift of a very sexy education. Unfortunately, the next day when young Betty's salesman Dad called from the airport, about to board his rescheduled flight home; Betty had told him all about Santa's exciting visit. Dad had gotten very upset and yelled at Betty's mum. He hung up and they never saw him again. Betty's mum was angry, and threw Betty out of the house for good. From then on Betty had to go back to college, but since the dorms were vacated til past new years, she had to turn to some fraternities, who were always happy to help the plucky, busty, blonde beauty. They were eager to trade boarding for services. But it's 8 years later. Sneaking towards her apartment living room, Betty was very excited. It was Christmas and Santa had come to visit her! She wasn't angry about Santa causing her parents to split or her abandonment. She had never connected the events. No, Betty was as happy and excited as a particularly naïve schoolgirl. Santa was in her living room! She tried not to skip with glee, as she slipped into the unlit room. Santa was bent over the entertainment center. Perhaps, Betty thought, he was leaving a holiday music CD in her stereo. She hoped it was someone sexy and sophisticated like Britney Spears or Katy Perry. Betty flushed. Santa had sure slimmed down since the last time. He had the firmest butt that showed off very well indeed, in his tight blue jeans. He must have started going to the gym because his muscles bulged beneath his black sweater. He still wore a red Santa hat, which made sense since he was Santa. "Oh; Santa," she said, half out of happiness to find him bringing her presents, and half because; Wow! He was really built. Santa was startled and turned around. Betty was confused. Instead of being old with a white beard, he was young, with chiseled features, short spiky black hair and green vigorous eyes. But then again, Betty thought, Santa was a magical man. Perhaps this was how he appeared to lonely young women who were positively bursting out of their lacy intimates, like her mom had done, some 8 years earlier? "I'm sorry Santa," said Betty in a bashful voice, after flicking on a lamp. Santa was looking very nervous. He had dropped his bag of presents with a clank; and if she didn't know better, she would have said he was about to make a break for it. "I'm sorry Santa," she repeated, edging over to him. "I know I should be tucked in bed like a good girl. But I got so very excited when I heard you delivering my presents." Santa's mouth dropped open, and it took him a moment to say anything. "Santa?" he finally managed to say, in a marvelously deep voice. "You can't fool me, Santa," Betty said proudly, sticking out her magnificent chest. "I'm smart. You're disguising yourself! You may not look like Saint Nick, but who else would be bringing me presents tonight? The Easter Bunny?" "I; I guess you caught me," Santa said, googling at Betty's buxom tits. The fabric of her red negligee was light and sheer, almost transparent. She obviously wasn't wearing a bra and her sizable jugs jostled together amiably. Santa could even catch the hint of her tit's dark areolas. "Well," he gulped. "I should go." He reached to pick up his sack. "Lots of boys and girls to visit." "Oh no, Santa!" Betty exclaimed, clutching him to her bosom. "Please don't go yet! Have some milk and cookies. Mama taught me to be extra hospitable, and be good to you." Santa got a strange look on his face as the buxom blonde rubbed up and down him in her small frilly teddy. Without her noticing, he flipped up the back of her nightie. He broke into a grin. This girl had gone to bed without any panties! "Okay," he said. "I'll stay a bit." He settled down in a brown comfy chair and let Betty serve him his milk and cookies. "Any beer?" Betty got Santa a tall cool one, which he guzzled, in one swig. "Ah!" He plopped the bottle down and looked up at Betty, who was hovering over his extended leg. Facing away, she was removing his boots for a foot massage, and accidentally giving him a preview of her equally blonde nether locks as well. He stretched and then grabbed her round the waist and set her on his lap. Then he asked with a grin. "So what do you want for Christmas, little girl?" "I thought you'd never ask, Santa!" exclaimed Betty. She giggled as she slid further up on his lap, making him go Ooof! and slip his hand up the back of her nightie; all the way up to her shoulder blades. Betty was so excited, she paid no attention to Santa's paw. "But you have to ask me the other question first, Santa," demanded Betty, bouncing on Santa's lap. "Holy" Santa caught himself just in time as Betty gave his lap the bouncing of its life. "What question honey?" "The naughty or nice question!" Betty said impatiently. "What's wrong with you, Santa?" Santa was breathing the sweet scent of Betty's hair; so had to shake his head to answer the question. "Oh, yes! Naughty or nice. Sorry, my girlfriend; I mean, Mrs. Claus left me for one of the elves." He eased his hand lower until it rested on her full round ass. Man, this chick was all curves! "That's awful, Santa!" said Betty, opening wide her full round lips around the 'aw' in awful. "Yes. I walked in on them," said Santa. "Have you ever seen an elf with a twelve inch dick?" "Not on an elf." Betty shuddered. "But twelve inches is a lot for any gal to take, let me tell you." She blushed, realizing that Santa was studying her closely. "Hmm, So you know exactly how she felt," he said, giving her bottom a squeeze. Betty giggled and wiggled. "So Santa has been all alone since June, and what with my work; I don't get to meet cute little scamps like you, except for around Christmas." "Poor Santa!" cried Betty. "So there's been no one to; relieve all the pressure?" Betty grinned as her hand involuntarily slid over the hump between his legs.. Santa might not be twelve inches, but she was pretty sure he was pushing eight or nine, judging from what a bumpy lap she was sitting on. "Yes, it's just been me and the reindeer," said Santa. "Oh, Santa," Betty said in a shocked voice. "You haven't been using Cupid or Comet that way, have you?" "What way is that?" asked Santa, running his finger down between her soft ass cheeks. "You know." Betty squirmed. "Like when a woman bends over and a man takes his; candy cane and slides it into her stocking." "Oh, reindeer-style," Santa drawled. "No, I've never gotten that desperate." He locked Betty in his gaze. "What about you? Have you been a good girl this year? I hope you haven't been getting your stocking stuffed, too much. Though you're very, very stuff-able." "Well..." Betty looked very guilty. "I've been, pretty good?" "Betty," Santa said sternly. "Remember who you are talking to." Betty tugged at the neck of Santa's sweater. "Well, I honestly didn't know about my mistletoe print dress, until Mr. Stevenson and Mr. Johnson took me into the coat room, and explained," she said in a defensive tone. "It was lucky Mr. Johnson told me to take it off, cause while they were performing the traditional punishment, Mr. Stevenson splattered all over me with his big dick! Santa's eyes widened as he imagined the banging of Betty Boots in the coat closet. His pants were getting tighter and tighter, nuzzling Betty's sexy bottom. "I got pretty tipsy as well," admitted Betty. "But I did a good deed! I gave Tim, the office boy, a hand job cause of his cock cancer." "Cock cancer?" "Yes," said Betty, biting her lip trying to remember. "He was afraid he might have cock cancer, and the only way to know was to; you know, try to cum. But he didn't want to find out all alone. So I;" Betty grinned sheepishly. "I gave him a hand job." "And?" asked Santa, shifting with exquisite discomfort. "Oh, he came really, really well!" Betty giggled. "I decided to really make sure he was A okay, so I sucked on him till he came again." Betty licked her full lips. "He tasted very healthy!" She glanced at Santa nervously. "I like tasting cocks. Is that naughty?" "Ho Ho! No!" Santa bounced Betty on his knee, watching her tits jiggle as her ass pounded his bulge. "Except Santa isn't sure if you're not just a little naughty," he said. "The last time I looked at you closely, was when you were still in high school." He wiggled the end of her button nose. "You were in the shower getting all soapy. My how you've sprouted since then!" "In the shower?" Betty squeaked. "Oh gosh, I wasn't using the shower head was I? You know, the naughty way." When Santa nodded, Betty turned bright red. "But, but I have to, cause if I don't, I just can't concentrate on anything. Even now." Betty was crossing and uncrossing her legs and nuzzling against Santa's broad chest. "There, there," said Santa, giving Betty's bottom a comforting pat. "I know a vigorous girl like you needs to let off steam if she's going to try and be nice." Betty calmed down and rested her head on Santa's shoulder. "I decided I should visit you tonight and have a good look at you, because I know how hard you try to be a good girl," he explained. "Sometimes Santa needs to really examine the borderline naughty girls. Now slip off that nightie and let's get started." Betty's eyes widened, and she sat up straight on Santa's lap. "You want to see me naked?" she asked, her voice a little shocked. "Yes," wheedled Santa. "That way I can be really sure if you are naughty or nice. You want your presents, don't you?" "I do! I do!" exclaimed Betty. "I guess it's okay, since it's you, Santa." Betty amiably reached down and took hold of the hem of her fuzzy red negligee. "Now that's the first sign of a good girl!" Santa helped Betty slip the garment over her head, and had her hold her arms up in the air as he feasted his eyes on Betty's supple body. With her perfect complexion and the lotion she rubbed all over herself, by her open window each night, she was good enough to eat. Santa groaned as his eyes unsuccessfully tried to take in Betty's firm melons. Around each nipple was a large chocolate areola, like the ring around a particularly high scoring bulls-eye. "What's the matter, Santa Claus?" asked Betty, putting her arms around him. "You seemed bothered." "Oh, it's nothing," he said, pulling Betty's warm, curvy body closer. "It is just that Mrs. Claus has nice firm tits like yours. I loved to suck on her nipples. They were so tasty." Santa's voice was heavy with sadness. After a moment of silent considering, Betty spoke up in a kindly voice. "You could suck my nipples, if you'd like. I mean, I know it wouldn't be the same as Mrs. Claus, but maybe it would help." She squirmed with delight. She was proud of her tits and having her nipples sucked made her all squishy. "If you're sure you don't mind," said Santa quickly, taking her knockers in his large hands and gently squeezing them. How plump they were! Betty shook her head, a happy half grin lighting up her face. "Thank you very much." Santa gently took the nearest nipple into his mouth and began to suck. Betty's nipples had hardened at the mere idea of Santa having a go; and each was nearly an inch long. Santa closed his eyes as he began to draw on the tasty teat. Betty moaned and rubbed herself on his lap, pushing her breasts into his face. God, she loved to be sucked! Her pussy was getting drippy with delight. "Oh, Santa!" she gasped. "You're so lumpy! What do you have in your pants?" Betty swiveled so she straddled Santa and could better rub up and down his lap. Her pussy lips had spread apart easily to nestle on the rise of his jeans. "I'm sorry, my breasty beauty," said Santa, nosing his way between Betty's heaving knockers. "It's been so long since I felt the touch of a woman. I've even started letting young women sit on my lap. "In Switzerland this Inga in a Heidi skirt hopped up, popped the buttons on my pants and pulled out my stiff todger. She was a horny girl who loved to bounce up and down." Santa gripped Betty's hips and grinded her as he spoke. "Damned if she didn't wrap her pussy lips right around me! And this was all in a crowded mall. She batted her eyes and waved to her friends. Her cunt muscles rippled up and down me as she asked for a pretty pair of shoes for Christmas. The she leaned in and whispered: "Oh Sinterklaas, I want you to use your big cock to fill up my belly!" Then in a louder voice she said, "Oh yah! Bounce me on your knee, yah!" And she rode my cock, surrounded by my elves, mummies and daddies, their children; and also her lewd little girlfriends, until I erupted into her. The last time I saw her, she indeed did have a big belly, and tits almost as big as these." He squeezed Betty's boobs together and sucked each nipple with a long hard pull at the end. "What a saucy girl! And how selfish not to consider your feelings," said Betty, pulling off Santa's cap and putting it on. "I think it is high time someone be your Santa. Or," she grinned. "Be your Ms. Santa!" She stripped off Santa's sweater and marveled at the sculpted bronze muscles underneath. Playfully, she tugged on his nipples. "What nice buttons you have Santa!" Then she whispered naughty things in his ear. "You want to ride the boobie train, Santa? You want to check out my caboose? I bet you could make me blow the whistle, Santa." "Get some steam going, baby!" He slapped her firm round bottom. "Run to your bedroom and Santa will follow with a big candy cane for his special special girl." So Betty ran, her boobs bouncing, giggling lustily, and Santa followed, dropping his pants and letting his cock wave in the air. Betty tripped on a pair of high-heeled boots and fell face down on her bed, her boobs splayed out on either side of her. Before she could move, Santa caught up, raised her bottom and started sliding his turgid cock between her plump ass cheeks. "Santa!" laughed Betty. "What a naughty boy you are!" "What a wet girl you are!" Santa spread Betty's legs and dipped his fingers into her sodden snatch. "Oh, Santa," groaned Betty. "Just how I like my ho's," chuckled Santa. He withdrew his fingers and gripped his reddened rocket. "Here comes Santa Claus! Right down Betty's cunny lane!" He fed his cock into Betty's pussy, reindeer style. "Oh, Santa!" Betty lost her balance and ended up with her head buried in pillows and stuffed animals. "Ho, Ho, Ho!" moaned Santa, his cock buried in the pussy of this beautiful woman's body. Her round toned ass was up in the air, her boobs rocking with each thrust, her empty head was lost under the pillows. "Mumfer!" Betty tried to say, flailing her arms. "Oh yes! You hot bitch!" cried Santa, battering her bottom with the pent up lust of the last six months. All he wanted was release and the liquid snugness of this beauty's snatch on his red-hot cock. That she was temporarily headless just made him more animal, more Satan than Santa. "Ah, mumph!" went Betty as Santa's dick stretched her wet pussy. She tried to pull her head from the pillows but Santa was ramming her so hard all she could do was be ridden by him like an extremely busty fuck doll. He was fucking her so fast and the air was so hot and close under the pillows, teddy bears, and her tickle-me-Elmo. She felt like the naughtiest fuck doll you might see advertised at the back of a porno rag. He was just using her to sate his big bulging cock. His swelling mushroom head rubbed her walls. She was going to cum, but she felt so dizzy, so light. "Oh, Jesus fucking Christ," grunted Santa, working his dick up into a white foam of her cunt cream. The sucking and slurping noises from Betty's cunt echoed off the wall as her boobs rocked back and forth on the bed. Her head was still out of sight under the bedding. "I'm gonna fill this ass!" Santa declared and slapped a red handprint across it. Then the pussy, for Santa had forgotten poor suffocating Betty, suddenly tightened and he found real resistance and purchase for his cock. The cunt dragged on his dick as he slid out, and was slow to give way as he shoved in. "Oh yes! You wonderful poon tang," he said, digging in with his dick, feeling every inch as he plowed. "That's, That's it," he groaned. And as he plunged deep; the pussy convulsed around him; giving him a series of rapid squeezes. "Hmm, ah." came the muffled cry of orgasm from under the pillows. "Oh, what a fucking tremendous naughty girl!" Santa's cock exploded and shot ropes of cum into Betty's twitching snatch. He held her weighty bottom up, and filled her up like a fuel tank on a big rig. Santa gasped and let Betty's body fall to the bed, his gleaming, still-hard cock, slipping from her pussy. Her snatch twinkled from between her golden ass cheeks. On either side of her small and finely muscled back, her boobs spread out like overfilled water balloons. Her head was still under the pillows and she wasn't moving at all. Was she even breathing? "Betty?" His cock twitched and spurted cum residual over her bottom and the small of her back. Betty didn't move at all. "Oh, fuck!" He grabbed her leg and shook it. Nothing. "Shit," he muttered. "Stealing is one thing. Pretending to be Santa, who cares? But murder!" Santa Claus, a.k.a. Sam Clay; burglar, jumped onto the bed and pulled the pillows and teddy bears from Betty Boots' blonde heat. He flipped her over, her jugs sloshing from side to side until finally coming to a quivering halt. Her eyes were closed and her plump red lips hung open. Sam had been merrily breaking into the less secure apartments of the complex, loading up on Christmas presents when he slipped into Betty's apartment through the unlocked balcony door. Who knew Christmas shopping could be so much horny fun? Or turn so wrong? "Please don't be dead," pleaded Sam. "You're such a fine fuck!" He rested his ear between her tits and held his breath. For a moment he could hear nothing over the pounding of his own heart. But then, then there was a soft and steady echoing in that wonderful chest of hers. He sat back in the bed and sighed with relief. After a moment, Betty stretched without waking up, turned on her side towards Sam; and rested her tousled blonde head on his lap. She smacked her lips and sighed. Sam had been worrying about brain damage. How many brain cells did this girl have to spare? But all worries left his mind when she put her head on his leg. "Hmm! Maybe she needs cock-to-mouth resuscitation!" he said, his dick starting to stiffen. Stroking himself luxuriously, he put his tip up to her mouth. At first she furrowed her brow and refused him, but he persisted, rubbing the tip with its bead of pre-cum over her lips until she licked them. After that she relaxed completely and let him slip his member into her mouth. First his head went in and she was eagerly sucking after a few mewls. "Oh yes, baby," he groaned as her tongue explored his cock-head, lapping the underside. "Santa's got the tasty candy-cane for you." He stroked her head, gently applying pressure on the back of her head, so soon she was bobbing her head up and down on his dick. "What a hungry mouth you have," he moaned as she sucked hungrily on him, her hair tickling his abs and her nipples brushing his thighs. Betty's eyelids fluttered open and then became very wide as she realized that she was orally pleasuring Santa's very big, very bulging dick. "Umm; Hmm! Slurp! Slurp! Oh, Santa Claus, you made me cum so hard I passed out!" Betty wrapped her hands around Sam's cock and pumped him as she talked. "I am sorry Santa, no one has fucked my brains out like that, ever!" "That's okay, Betty," Sam grunted, watching the tip of his dick disappear between Betty's boobs. "Except Santa still has this raging hard-on." "I'm sorry Santa," Betty said, realizing she was covered in a layer of hardening cum. "I'm being so selfish when I'm supposed to be giving." She climbed up Sam's prone body, took hold of his pole and slid her gorgeously tight pussy all the way down him, right to the hilt. She swayed like a bronco rider on top of him, moaning. "Oh Santa, such a big gift on Christmas!" She began to slowly slide herself up and down him. Sam lay back and watched the blonde beauty ride him, groaning as she moaned, squeezing her knockers, and urging her on. "Oh shit! You're going to be at the very top of my nice list for this," he said as she picked up her pace and began to gallop. Her boobs flew high into the air and then dropped onto her chest with fleshy thuds over and over again. Faster and faster she fucked. Her pussy was tingling every nerve of his dick until he could no longer stand it. "Jingle Boobs! Jingle Boobs," he gasped. "Jingle all the... oh god, oh god... Jingle All the Way!" And his cock gunned shot after shot into her snug little snatch. "Oh Santa. Oh Santa! Fill me up with your sticky snow!" Betty rocked her pussy furiously over his dick. "Oh, oh, Santa! Santa! Santa!" She was really loud now. She raised her arms in the air and her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. "Merry Christmas, Santa!" And she came, doing little half jerky gasps over his pulsing dick. "Merry" She bounced. "Christmas" She undulated. "Santa!" She jiggled up and down furiously for a glorious moment, her knockers slapping her chest and then her chin stunningly. Finally she fell beside Sam gasping. At that point Sam thought it was over, but he didn't realize what a trooper Betty Boots was. She slithered down to his lap and slipped his still pulsing dick into her mouth. Slowly and thoroughly she milked the last of his cum and licked his balls clean. Sam looked up to the heavens in bliss. When all of this was finished he looked down. Betty was curled up beside him asleep, a naughty grin on her face. The next morning Betty was delighted to find two presents from Santa under her two-foot plastic tree. Santa must have been a little too happy from Betty boinking because one had a label to Lori and the other one was addressed to Mabel. The Lori present was a tiny white crop top with Pretty ink-stamped across the chest. Betty blushed, thinking of what kind of attention she would get wearing a top better suited to a flat-chested twelve-year-old. The Mabel present was a black three-foot massage wand, but Betty soon found another very naughty use for her present. She was sure Santa would approve. It was the best Christmas ever!  Based on a post by tomthumper, for Literotica.

Hospitality For Santa A gullible girl finds a Christmas Night Visitor. Based on a post by tomthumper. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. It was the night before Christmas when Betty Boots was awakened from her wet dream of big dripping candy canes; by a thump, and then a clunk from her apartment's living room. Her big blue eyes popped open as she listened to a rustling, then a man's voice; cursing? Excited, Betty slipped out of bed and crept towards the living room, the cool night air raising goose bumps all over her voluptuous body. The red frilly negligee she wore was frightfully thin, but Betty didn't mind the cold. She was convinced she was going to catch Santa Claus! Eight years ago, when she was just eighteen, she had hidden behind the couch as Santa put presents under the Christmas tree at her parent's home. She'd just returned from college, after semester finals. But even when she was an elementary lass, friends had tried to convince her that Santa wasn't real. But Betty was a special girl. She really, really loved Santa. Eight years ago, as Santa slipped the last present under the tree that night, her mother had come out of the bedroom wearing only a pair of white stockings, stiletto heels, and hair ribbon; and gave Santa a very friendly hug. In return, Santa gave Betty's mum a very sexy workout that night. Betty got the gift of a very sexy education. Unfortunately, the next day when young Betty's salesman Dad called from the airport, about to board his rescheduled flight home; Betty had told him all about Santa's exciting visit. Dad had gotten very upset and yelled at Betty's mum. He hung up and they never saw him again. Betty's mum was angry, and threw Betty out of the house for good. From then on Betty had to go back to college, but since the dorms were vacated til past new years, she had to turn to some fraternities, who were always happy to help the plucky, busty, blonde beauty. They were eager to trade boarding for services. But it's 8 years later. Sneaking towards her apartment living room, Betty was very excited. It was Christmas and Santa had come to visit her! She wasn't angry about Santa causing her parents to split or her abandonment. She had never connected the events. No, Betty was as happy and excited as a particularly naïve schoolgirl. Santa was in her living room! She tried not to skip with glee, as she slipped into the unlit room. Santa was bent over the entertainment center. Perhaps, Betty thought, he was leaving a holiday music CD in her stereo. She hoped it was someone sexy and sophisticated like Britney Spears or Katy Perry. Betty flushed. Santa had sure slimmed down since the last time. He had the firmest butt that showed off very well indeed, in his tight blue jeans. He must have started going to the gym because his muscles bulged beneath his black sweater. He still wore a red Santa hat, which made sense since he was Santa. "Oh; Santa," she said, half out of happiness to find him bringing her presents, and half because; Wow! He was really built. Santa was startled and turned around. Betty was confused. Instead of being old with a white beard, he was young, with chiseled features, short spiky black hair and green vigorous eyes. But then again, Betty thought, Santa was a magical man. Perhaps this was how he appeared to lonely young women who were positively bursting out of their lacy intimates, like her mom had done, some 8 years earlier? "I'm sorry Santa," said Betty in a bashful voice, after flicking on a lamp. Santa was looking very nervous. He had dropped his bag of presents with a clank; and if she didn't know better, she would have said he was about to make a break for it. "I'm sorry Santa," she repeated, edging over to him. "I know I should be tucked in bed like a good girl. But I got so very excited when I heard you delivering my presents." Santa's mouth dropped open, and it took him a moment to say anything. "Santa?" he finally managed to say, in a marvelously deep voice. "You can't fool me, Santa," Betty said proudly, sticking out her magnificent chest. "I'm smart. You're disguising yourself! You may not look like Saint Nick, but who else would be bringing me presents tonight? The Easter Bunny?" "I; I guess you caught me," Santa said, googling at Betty's buxom tits. The fabric of her red negligee was light and sheer, almost transparent. She obviously wasn't wearing a bra and her sizable jugs jostled together amiably. Santa could even catch the hint of her tit's dark areolas. "Well," he gulped. "I should go." He reached to pick up his sack. "Lots of boys and girls to visit." "Oh no, Santa!" Betty exclaimed, clutching him to her bosom. "Please don't go yet! Have some milk and cookies. Mama taught me to be extra hospitable, and be good to you." Santa got a strange look on his face as the buxom blonde rubbed up and down him in her small frilly teddy. Without her noticing, he flipped up the back of her nightie. He broke into a grin. This girl had gone to bed without any panties! "Okay," he said. "I'll stay a bit." He settled down in a brown comfy chair and let Betty serve him his milk and cookies. "Any beer?" Betty got Santa a tall cool one, which he guzzled, in one swig. "Ah!" He plopped the bottle down and looked up at Betty, who was hovering over his extended leg. Facing away, she was removing his boots for a foot massage, and accidentally giving him a preview of her equally blonde nether locks as well. He stretched and then grabbed her round the waist and set her on his lap. Then he asked with a grin. "So what do you want for Christmas, little girl?" "I thought you'd never ask, Santa!" exclaimed Betty. She giggled as she slid further up on his lap, making him go Ooof! and slip his hand up the back of her nightie; all the way up to her shoulder blades. Betty was so excited, she paid no attention to Santa's paw. "But you have to ask me the other question first, Santa," demanded Betty, bouncing on Santa's lap. "Holy" Santa caught himself just in time as Betty gave his lap the bouncing of its life. "What question honey?" "The naughty or nice question!" Betty said impatiently. "What's wrong with you, Santa?" Santa was breathing the sweet scent of Betty's hair; so had to shake his head to answer the question. "Oh, yes! Naughty or nice. Sorry, my girlfriend; I mean, Mrs. Claus left me for one of the elves." He eased his hand lower until it rested on her full round ass. Man, this chick was all curves! "That's awful, Santa!" said Betty, opening wide her full round lips around the 'aw' in awful. "Yes. I walked in on them," said Santa. "Have you ever seen an elf with a twelve inch dick?" "Not on an elf." Betty shuddered. "But twelve inches is a lot for any gal to take, let me tell you." She blushed, realizing that Santa was studying her closely. "Hmm, So you know exactly how she felt," he said, giving her bottom a squeeze. Betty giggled and wiggled. "So Santa has been all alone since June, and what with my work; I don't get to meet cute little scamps like you, except for around Christmas." "Poor Santa!" cried Betty. "So there's been no one to; relieve all the pressure?" Betty grinned as her hand involuntarily slid over the hump between his legs.. Santa might not be twelve inches, but she was pretty sure he was pushing eight or nine, judging from what a bumpy lap she was sitting on. "Yes, it's just been me and the reindeer," said Santa. "Oh, Santa," Betty said in a shocked voice. "You haven't been using Cupid or Comet that way, have you?" "What way is that?" asked Santa, running his finger down between her soft ass cheeks. "You know." Betty squirmed. "Like when a woman bends over and a man takes his; candy cane and slides it into her stocking." "Oh, reindeer-style," Santa drawled. "No, I've never gotten that desperate." He locked Betty in his gaze. "What about you? Have you been a good girl this year? I hope you haven't been getting your stocking stuffed, too much. Though you're very, very stuff-able." "Well..." Betty looked very guilty. "I've been, pretty good?" "Betty," Santa said sternly. "Remember who you are talking to." Betty tugged at the neck of Santa's sweater. "Well, I honestly didn't know about my mistletoe print dress, until Mr. Stevenson and Mr. Johnson took me into the coat room, and explained," she said in a defensive tone. "It was lucky Mr. Johnson told me to take it off, cause while they were performing the traditional punishment, Mr. Stevenson splattered all over me with his big dick! Santa's eyes widened as he imagined the banging of Betty Boots in the coat closet. His pants were getting tighter and tighter, nuzzling Betty's sexy bottom. "I got pretty tipsy as well," admitted Betty. "But I did a good deed! I gave Tim, the office boy, a hand job cause of his cock cancer." "Cock cancer?" "Yes," said Betty, biting her lip trying to remember. "He was afraid he might have cock cancer, and the only way to know was to; you know, try to cum. But he didn't want to find out all alone. So I;" Betty grinned sheepishly. "I gave him a hand job." "And?" asked Santa, shifting with exquisite discomfort. "Oh, he came really, really well!" Betty giggled. "I decided to really make sure he was A okay, so I sucked on him till he came again." Betty licked her full lips. "He tasted very healthy!" She glanced at Santa nervously. "I like tasting cocks. Is that naughty?" "Ho Ho! No!" Santa bounced Betty on his knee, watching her tits jiggle as her ass pounded his bulge. "Except Santa isn't sure if you're not just a little naughty," he said. "The last time I looked at you closely, was when you were still in high school." He wiggled the end of her button nose. "You were in the shower getting all soapy. My how you've sprouted since then!" "In the shower?" Betty squeaked. "Oh gosh, I wasn't using the shower head was I? You know, the naughty way." When Santa nodded, Betty turned bright red. "But, but I have to, cause if I don't, I just can't concentrate on anything. Even now." Betty was crossing and uncrossing her legs and nuzzling against Santa's broad chest. "There, there," said Santa, giving Betty's bottom a comforting pat. "I know a vigorous girl like you needs to let off steam if she's going to try and be nice." Betty calmed down and rested her head on Santa's shoulder. "I decided I should visit you tonight and have a good look at you, because I know how hard you try to be a good girl," he explained. "Sometimes Santa needs to really examine the borderline naughty girls. Now slip off that nightie and let's get started." Betty's eyes widened, and she sat up straight on Santa's lap. "You want to see me naked?" she asked, her voice a little shocked. "Yes," wheedled Santa. "That way I can be really sure if you are naughty or nice. You want your presents, don't you?" "I do! I do!" exclaimed Betty. "I guess it's okay, since it's you, Santa." Betty amiably reached down and took hold of the hem of her fuzzy red negligee. "Now that's the first sign of a good girl!" Santa helped Betty slip the garment over her head, and had her hold her arms up in the air as he feasted his eyes on Betty's supple body. With her perfect complexion and the lotion she rubbed all over herself, by her open window each night, she was good enough to eat. Santa groaned as his eyes unsuccessfully tried to take in Betty's firm melons. Around each nipple was a large chocolate areola, like the ring around a particularly high scoring bulls-eye. "What's the matter, Santa Claus?" asked Betty, putting her arms around him. "You seemed bothered." "Oh, it's nothing," he said, pulling Betty's warm, curvy body closer. "It is just that Mrs. Claus has nice firm tits like yours. I loved to suck on her nipples. They were so tasty." Santa's voice was heavy with sadness. After a moment of silent considering, Betty spoke up in a kindly voice. "You could suck my nipples, if you'd like. I mean, I know it wouldn't be the same as Mrs. Claus, but maybe it would help." She squirmed with delight. She was proud of her tits and having her nipples sucked made her all squishy. "If you're sure you don't mind," said Santa quickly, taking her knockers in his large hands and gently squeezing them. How plump they were! Betty shook her head, a happy half grin lighting up her face. "Thank you very much." Santa gently took the nearest nipple into his mouth and began to suck. Betty's nipples had hardened at the mere idea of Santa having a go; and each was nearly an inch long. Santa closed his eyes as he began to draw on the tasty teat. Betty moaned and rubbed herself on his lap, pushing her breasts into his face. God, she loved to be sucked! Her pussy was getting drippy with delight. "Oh, Santa!" she gasped. "You're so lumpy! What do you have in your pants?" Betty swiveled so she straddled Santa and could better rub up and down his lap. Her pussy lips had spread apart easily to nestle on the rise of his jeans. "I'm sorry, my breasty beauty," said Santa, nosing his way between Betty's heaving knockers. "It's been so long since I felt the touch of a woman. I've even started letting young women sit on my lap. "In Switzerland this Inga in a Heidi skirt hopped up, popped the buttons on my pants and pulled out my stiff todger. She was a horny girl who loved to bounce up and down." Santa gripped Betty's hips and grinded her as he spoke. "Damned if she didn't wrap her pussy lips right around me! And this was all in a crowded mall. She batted her eyes and waved to her friends. Her cunt muscles rippled up and down me as she asked for a pretty pair of shoes for Christmas. The she leaned in and whispered: "Oh Sinterklaas, I want you to use your big cock to fill up my belly!" Then in a louder voice she said, "Oh yah! Bounce me on your knee, yah!" And she rode my cock, surrounded by my elves, mummies and daddies, their children; and also her lewd little girlfriends, until I erupted into her. The last time I saw her, she indeed did have a big belly, and tits almost as big as these." He squeezed Betty's boobs together and sucked each nipple with a long hard pull at the end. "What a saucy girl! And how selfish not to consider your feelings," said Betty, pulling off Santa's cap and putting it on. "I think it is high time someone be your Santa. Or," she grinned. "Be your Ms. Santa!" She stripped off Santa's sweater and marveled at the sculpted bronze muscles underneath. Playfully, she tugged on his nipples. "What nice buttons you have Santa!" Then she whispered naughty things in his ear. "You want to ride the boobie train, Santa? You want to check out my caboose? I bet you could make me blow the whistle, Santa." "Get some steam going, baby!" He slapped her firm round bottom. "Run to your bedroom and Santa will follow with a big candy cane for his special special girl." So Betty ran, her boobs bouncing, giggling lustily, and Santa followed, dropping his pants and letting his cock wave in the air. Betty tripped on a pair of high-heeled boots and fell face down on her bed, her boobs splayed out on either side of her. Before she could move, Santa caught up, raised her bottom and started sliding his turgid cock between her plump ass cheeks. "Santa!" laughed Betty. "What a naughty boy you are!" "What a wet girl you are!" Santa spread Betty's legs and dipped his fingers into her sodden snatch. "Oh, Santa," groaned Betty. "Just how I like my ho's," chuckled Santa. He withdrew his fingers and gripped his reddened rocket. "Here comes Santa Claus! Right down Betty's cunny lane!" He fed his cock into Betty's pussy, reindeer style. "Oh, Santa!" Betty lost her balance and ended up with her head buried in pillows and stuffed animals. "Ho, Ho, Ho!" moaned Santa, his cock buried in the pussy of this beautiful woman's body. Her round toned ass was up in the air, her boobs rocking with each thrust, her empty head was lost under the pillows. "Mumfer!" Betty tried to say, flailing her arms. "Oh yes! You hot bitch!" cried Santa, battering her bottom with the pent up lust of the last six months. All he wanted was release and the liquid snugness of this beauty's snatch on his red-hot cock. That she was temporarily headless just made him more animal, more Satan than Santa. "Ah, mumph!" went Betty as Santa's dick stretched her wet pussy. She tried to pull her head from the pillows but Santa was ramming her so hard all she could do was be ridden by him like an extremely busty fuck doll. He was fucking her so fast and the air was so hot and close under the pillows, teddy bears, and her tickle-me-Elmo. She felt like the naughtiest fuck doll you might see advertised at the back of a porno rag. He was just using her to sate his big bulging cock. His swelling mushroom head rubbed her walls. She was going to cum, but she felt so dizzy, so light. "Oh, Jesus fucking Christ," grunted Santa, working his dick up into a white foam of her cunt cream. The sucking and slurping noises from Betty's cunt echoed off the wall as her boobs rocked back and forth on the bed. Her head was still out of sight under the bedding. "I'm gonna fill this ass!" Santa declared and slapped a red handprint across it. Then the pussy, for Santa had forgotten poor suffocating Betty, suddenly tightened and he found real resistance and purchase for his cock. The cunt dragged on his dick as he slid out, and was slow to give way as he shoved in. "Oh yes! You wonderful poon tang," he said, digging in with his dick, feeling every inch as he plowed. "That's, That's it," he groaned. And as he plunged deep; the pussy convulsed around him; giving him a series of rapid squeezes. "Hmm, ah." came the muffled cry of orgasm from under the pillows. "Oh, what a fucking tremendous naughty girl!" Santa's cock exploded and shot ropes of cum into Betty's twitching snatch. He held her weighty bottom up, and filled her up like a fuel tank on a big rig. Santa gasped and let Betty's body fall to the bed, his gleaming, still-hard cock, slipping from her pussy. Her snatch twinkled from between her golden ass cheeks. On either side of her small and finely muscled back, her boobs spread out like overfilled water balloons. Her head was still under the pillows and she wasn't moving at all. Was she even breathing? "Betty?" His cock twitched and spurted cum residual over her bottom and the small of her back. Betty didn't move at all. "Oh, fuck!" He grabbed her leg and shook it. Nothing. "Shit," he muttered. "Stealing is one thing. Pretending to be Santa, who cares? But murder!" Santa Claus, a.k.a. Sam Clay; burglar, jumped onto the bed and pulled the pillows and teddy bears from Betty Boots' blonde heat. He flipped her over, her jugs sloshing from side to side until finally coming to a quivering halt. Her eyes were closed and her plump red lips hung open. Sam had been merrily breaking into the less secure apartments of the complex, loading up on Christmas presents when he slipped into Betty's apartment through the unlocked balcony door. Who knew Christmas shopping could be so much horny fun? Or turn so wrong? "Please don't be dead," pleaded Sam. "You're such a fine fuck!" He rested his ear between her tits and held his breath. For a moment he could hear nothing over the pounding of his own heart. But then, then there was a soft and steady echoing in that wonderful chest of hers. He sat back in the bed and sighed with relief. After a moment, Betty stretched without waking up, turned on her side towards Sam; and rested her tousled blonde head on his lap. She smacked her lips and sighed. Sam had been worrying about brain damage. How many brain cells did this girl have to spare? But all worries left his mind when she put her head on his leg. "Hmm! Maybe she needs cock-to-mouth resuscitation!" he said, his dick starting to stiffen. Stroking himself luxuriously, he put his tip up to her mouth. At first she furrowed her brow and refused him, but he persisted, rubbing the tip with its bead of pre-cum over her lips until she licked them. After that she relaxed completely and let him slip his member into her mouth. First his head went in and she was eagerly sucking after a few mewls. "Oh yes, baby," he groaned as her tongue explored his cock-head, lapping the underside. "Santa's got the tasty candy-cane for you." He stroked her head, gently applying pressure on the back of her head, so soon she was bobbing her head up and down on his dick. "What a hungry mouth you have," he moaned as she sucked hungrily on him, her hair tickling his abs and her nipples brushing his thighs. Betty's eyelids fluttered open and then became very wide as she realized that she was orally pleasuring Santa's very big, very bulging dick. "Umm; Hmm! Slurp! Slurp! Oh, Santa Claus, you made me cum so hard I passed out!" Betty wrapped her hands around Sam's cock and pumped him as she talked. "I am sorry Santa, no one has fucked my brains out like that, ever!" "That's okay, Betty," Sam grunted, watching the tip of his dick disappear between Betty's boobs. "Except Santa still has this raging hard-on." "I'm sorry Santa," Betty said, realizing she was covered in a layer of hardening cum. "I'm being so selfish when I'm supposed to be giving." She climbed up Sam's prone body, took hold of his pole and slid her gorgeously tight pussy all the way down him, right to the hilt. She swayed like a bronco rider on top of him, moaning. "Oh Santa, such a big gift on Christmas!" She began to slowly slide herself up and down him. Sam lay back and watched the blonde beauty ride him, groaning as she moaned, squeezing her knockers, and urging her on. "Oh shit! You're going to be at the very top of my nice list for this," he said as she picked up her pace and began to gallop. Her boobs flew high into the air and then dropped onto her chest with fleshy thuds over and over again. Faster and faster she fucked. Her pussy was tingling every nerve of his dick until he could no longer stand it. "Jingle Boobs! Jingle Boobs," he gasped. "Jingle all the... oh god, oh god... Jingle All the Way!" And his cock gunned shot after shot into her snug little snatch. "Oh Santa. Oh Santa! Fill me up with your sticky snow!" Betty rocked her pussy furiously over his dick. "Oh, oh, Santa! Santa! Santa!" She was really loud now. She raised her arms in the air and her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. "Merry Christmas, Santa!" And she came, doing little half jerky gasps over his pulsing dick. "Merry" She bounced. "Christmas" She undulated. "Santa!" She jiggled up and down furiously for a glorious moment, her knockers slapping her chest and then her chin stunningly. Finally she fell beside Sam gasping. At that point Sam thought it was over, but he didn't realize what a trooper Betty Boots was. She slithered down to his lap and slipped his still pulsing dick into her mouth. Slowly and thoroughly she milked the last of his cum and licked his balls clean. Sam looked up to the heavens in bliss. When all of this was finished he looked down. Betty was curled up beside him asleep, a naughty grin on her face. The next morning Betty was delighted to find two presents from Santa under her two-foot plastic tree. Santa must have been a little too happy from Betty boinking because one had a label to Lori and the other one was addressed to Mabel. The Lori present was a tiny white crop top with Pretty ink-stamped across the chest. Betty blushed, thinking of what kind of attention she would get wearing a top better suited to a flat-chested twelve-year-old. The Mabel present was a black three-foot massage wand, but Betty soon found another very naughty use for her present. She was sure Santa would approve. It was the best Christmas ever!  Based on a post by tomthumper, for Literotica.

Silent Night, Deadly Night 5: The Toy Maker (1991) synopsis: “An elderly toy maker and his son make killer toys designed to kill their customers' children.”Starring: Jane Higginson, Tracy Fraim, Brian Bremer, and Mickey RooneyDirector: Martin KitrosserOn this bonus episode of Podcasting After Dark, Corey wraps up the Silent Night, Deadly Night sequels with The Toy Maker! You know, the one with Mickey fucking Rooney and the robot boy with no genitalia! Listen now to find out how part 5 holds up and who in the Stevenson household was traumatized by this movie.Leave a comment on Spotify and let us know what you thought of Silent Night, Deadly Night 5!— SUPPORT PODCASTING AFTER DARK —PATREON - Two extra shows a month including Wrap-Up After Dark and The Carpenter Factor, plus other exclusive content!MERCH STORE - We have a fully dedicated merch store at TeePublic with multiple designs and products!INSTAGRAM / FACEBOOK / LETTERBOXD - Follow us on social media for updates and announcements!This podcast is part of the BFOP Network

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John Ross, during his schoolboy days in New Zealand, was interested in far-flung places such as South America, Papua New Guinea, Ancient Greece and Rome, as well as books on World War One and Two. He read a lot of youth fiction starting at 10 years old, but as a teenager, had a voracious appetite for nonfiction. In his 20s he discovered a few wonderful fiction writers, but has still kept mostly to nonfiction through the decades.His first books were Willard Price's Adventure series and Gerald Durrell books on real-life animal collecting. He also read detective and war stories (Biggles) and lots of travel accounts and travel guides.Robert Louis Stevenson was a favorite—Treasure Island, Kidnapped—and later discovered that Stevenson was a very good essayist too. John also enjoyed Rudyard Kipling's Kim.The ancient Greeks left a great impression on him: Herodotus (The Histories) and Thucydides (The Peloponnesian War)In his early 20s he started reading proper literature:Anna Karenina, Dr Zhivago, George Orwell, and Joseph Conrad. He loved Peter Hopkirk's The Great Game series featuring colorful adventurers and spies in exotic locations. In his early 30s he discovered Raymond Chandler and in his 40s H.P. Lovecraft.For books on Asia and East Asia, he started reading about Burma in the late 1980s, and early 1990s, and Mongolia in the mid-1990s, and increasingly China and Taiwan, and even some works on Japan.Some well known book titles that made an early impression were Lost Horizon by James Hilton, Burmese Days by George Orwell, The Good Earth by Pearl S. Buck, and Jonathan Spence's China books. Also books on Asia by Maurice Collis.Amy's ReadingAs a child, Amy remembers reading Black Beauty (Anna Sewell, 1877), Walter Farley's series The Black Stallion (1941), and a book called Ponies Plot (Janet Hickman, 1971). She loved all the required reading for school (some books now banned): English literature such as Graham Greene's Brighton Rock, Shakespeare's plays, and lots of Roald Dahl, including Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, and James and the Giant Peach; and American authors John Steinbeck (1930s–1950s), J. D. Salinger's Catcher in the Rye (1951), Nathaniel Hawthorne's The Scarlet Letter (1850), Harriet the Spy by Louise Fitzhugh (1964) and A Separate Peace (1959) by John Knowles. She recalls that in first grade, her teacher read to the class Little Pear (1931), by Eleanor Francis Lattimore, about a Chinese boy.From her parents' book collection she read Little Women, by Louisa May Alcott (1868), and  Wuthering Heights (1847) Emily Bronte as well as stories by Charlotte Bronte and other classics.In college she moved into more popular literature, again much of it required reading for her classes: works by Thomas Pynchon, Jerzy Kosiński, Blind Date (1977) and The Painted Bird (1965) the latter of which—notably—had a scene on bestiality and would probably be banned as college reading these days!.In high school, her father paid her to read books, and she vividly remembers excerpts from Henry Hazlitt's The Foundations of Morality (1964), which still influences her choices in life today. She credits her father's books for her interest in philosophy and a basic understanding of free-market economics.Once she knew she was headed to Japan, she read Edwin Reischauer's  The Japanese Today (1988), and Japan as Number One, by Ezra Vogel (1979) which were her first books to read about Asia (other than Shogun). For most of her childhood she preferred non-fiction and didn't start reading fiction seriously till she arrived in Japan and read Haruki Murakami. Now she reads everything!At the end of the podcast Amy & John encourage listeners to write in to ask for suggestions on what books on Asia to give friends or family. They'll choose one to talk about at the end of each show with appropriate suggested reading. Since the BOA Podcast doesn't have an email address (yet), they ask you submit requests via social media:Follow BOA on Facebook and contact via Messenger or sign up for the BOA newsletter, from which you can reply directly to each email. There is a BOA Twitter (X) account, but they appear to be locked out at the moment (sigh).They also ask listeners to subscribe to the podcast, leave a review and share it with your friends so that Amy & John can have a happier holiday.May your holidays be bibliophilic: full of black ink, long words, excessive pages and new books! The Books on Asia Podcast is co-produced with Plum Rain Press. Podcast host Amy Chavez is author of The Widow, the Priest, and the Octopus Hunter: Discovering a Lost Way of Life on a Secluded Japanese Island. and Amy's Guide to Best Behavior in Japan.The Books on Asia website posts book reviews, podcast episodes and episode Show Notes. Subscribe to the BOA podcast from your favorite podcast service. Subscribe to the Books on Asia newsletter to receive news of the latest new book releases, reviews and podcast episodes.

The Affordable Care Act health insurance is a great option for many. But it may not be the right fit for your clients. Discover ACA alternatives that fit your clients' needs.   Read the text version  

This week, Scotty Wazz looks at the Navy/Army games on ice for both the men's and women's sides, Maryland's men took it outdoors to wrap their semester, while Stevenson's men and Hood's women sweep their weekends heading into break. 

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Even though we go through trying times, the joy of the Lord remains our strength.  We are reminded that joy isn't an emotional feeling, it's a faithful response.Support the show

The infamous Stallone franchise rankings continue this holiday season because, yes, the original RAMBO is set at Christmas!   Oreo, Cliff & Josh return to share their amusing rankings on everyone's favorite Green Beret led franchise.   TALKING POINTS INCLUDE: *We also give out exploding arrows & "Fuck 'Ems" as our measure of rating the films *Much like ROCKY V, there are surprisingly some fans of RAMBO 5 (and it's not the same person, trust me) *Is this still the rare franchise that balanced out low-brow sounding premises with psychological thrills and tactical suspense? *And a brief overview on the post-Vietnam dramas that preceded it.   SONG INTRO: "Preparations" by Jerry Goldsmith (from Rambo II)

As healthcare systems worldwide face rising costs, workforce shortages, and increasing pressure to balance quality with financial sustainability, traditional classroom-based management education is struggling to keep pace. According to the World Economic Forum, healthcare spending now accounts for nearly 10% of global GDP, making leadership decision-making more consequential—and more complex—than ever. At the same time, educators and executives alike are searching for ways to prepare leaders for real-world uncertainty, not just theoretical case studies.So how do you train healthcare leaders to make better decisions when the stakes are high, the data is imperfect, and the environment is constantly changing?That's the core question explored in the latest episode of I Don't Care, hosted by Dr. Kevin Stevenson, featuring Jeremy Lovelace, Founding Director of HFX Technologies Group. Stevenson and Lovelace dive into how simulation-based healthcare management education is reshaping the way future and current healthcare leaders learn strategy, finance, and human-centered decision-making—across borders, systems, and sectors.Key Takeaways from the Conversation…Simulation over static cases: Dynamic, financially driven simulations provide a more realistic and measurable way to train healthcare decision-makers than traditional case competitions or lectures.Global adaptability: A simulation originally modeled on a leading Brazilian hospital has proven effective across diverse systems, including U.S. health systems, European providers, and the UK's NHS.Human skills under pressure: Beyond financial metrics, simulations reveal leadership gaps in teamwork, stress management, and judgment under uncertainty—often the most powerful learning outcomes.Jeremy Lovelace is the Founding Director of HFX Technologies Group, a firm specializing in simulation-based training for strategic and financial decision-making. With a background in management consulting and decision science, Lovelace has worked extensively with universities, healthcare organizations, and public-sector institutions across Europe, the Americas, and beyond. His work includes partnerships with global business schools such as University College London and simulations inspired by top-tier healthcare institutions like Hospital Israelita Albert Einstein in Brazil. Lovelace holds an MBA and brings decades of experience in leadership development, education technology, and applied strategy.

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Prepare for another week of blockbuster '80s movies set at Christmas time:   Cliff Stevenson, Josh Hansen & Oreo Brewer return to help us sort and rank the ROCKY and CREED movie franchise.   TALKING POINTS INCLUDE: *Should Rocky blame that toy robot of his for all the bad luck he endures? *We also talk about how Philadelphia is just as vital a character & the inspiring music used in the saga *What if Rocky & Rambo were the same character...? *Why wasn't Carl Weathers in more franchises? *Are the Creed films one of the few spin-offs/sequels that become their own format while also properly updating a beloved franchise? *How many other great actors from HBO's The Wire appear in the Creed films?    

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Business commentator Rebecca Stevenson looks back at the year for the NZX's small cap index. 

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On this final episode of Bookmas we have Lauren aka RenKenReads on Tiktok and Instagram talking about Everyone This Christmas Has A Secret by Benjamin Stevenson. A holiday advent calendar murder mystery read.  This was so much fun and a great way to end our first annual Bookmas Season! We want to give a HUGE thank you to Lauren and ALL our guests for joining us on this crazy project! It was so much fun!  Make sure you follow Lauren on all her socials Instagram and Tiktok and her Podcast and of course you can find us here   Summary: My name's Ernest Cunningham. I used to be a fan of reading Golden Age murder mysteries, until I found myself with a haphazard career getting stuck in the middle of real-life ones. I'd hoped, this Christmas, that any self-respecting murderer would kick their feet up and take it easy over the holidays. I was wrong. So here I am, backstage at the show of world-famous magician Rylan Blaze, whose benefactor has just been murdered. My suspects are all professional tricksters: masters of the art of misdirection. THE MAGICIAN THE ASSISTANT THE EXECUTIVE THE HYPNOTIST THE IDENTICAL TWIN THE COUNSELLOR  THE TECH My clues are even more abstract: A suspect covered in blood, without a memory of how it got there. A murder committed without setting foot inside the room where it happens. And an advent calendar. Because, you know, it's Christmas. If I can see through the illusions, I know I can solve it. After all, a good murder is just like a magic trick, isn't it? A cozy holiday read Perfect for fans of winter mysteries A delightful Christmas gift  

Ein verregneter Himmel über Edinburgh, enge Gassen aus schwarzem Stein, der Duft von Geschichte in der Luft. Und mittendrin ein Name, der Abenteuer, Dunkelheit und Fernweh wie kaum ein anderer vereint: Robert Louis Stevenson. Autor der „Schatzinsel“, Schöpfer von Dr. Jekyll und Mr. Hyde, ewiger Reisender zwischen Schottland und der Südsee. In dieser Folge von BRITPOD – England at its best begeben sich Alexander Klaus-Stecher und Claus Beling auf Spurensuche in Stevensons Heimatstadt. Von der legendären Oyster Bar, in der einst Stevenson und Sir Arthur Conan Doyle saßen, bis zu den Orten, die sein Schreiben geprägt haben. Es geht um Edinburgh als Stadt der Gegensätze, um Licht und Schatten, Rationalität und Abgrund. Und um einen Mann, dessen Fantasie früh von Krankheit, Geschichten seiner Nanny und den dunklen Mythen Schottlands geformt wurde. Warum wollte der Sohn einer berühmten Leuchtturmbauer-Dynastie lieber Geschichten erzählen als Türme errichten? Welche Rolle spielte der legendäre Bell Rock Leuchtturm für Stevensons Denken? Und weshalb spiegelt sich Edinburgh selbst so deutlich in der Figur von Jekyll und Hyde wider? Ein Gespräch mit dem Literaturkenner Alistair Sim eröffnet neue Perspektiven auf Stevensons Leben, seine Werke und seine ungebrochene Modernität. Von den Kneipen der Altstadt über Europa bis in die Südsee spannt sich der Bogen eines außergewöhnlichen Lebens. Samoa, Hawaii, Kalifornien - Orte, an denen Stevenson Zuflucht suchte, arbeitete, kämpfte und schrieb. Bis zu seinem frühen Tod mit nur 44 Jahren, mitten in der Schaffenskraft, fern der Heimat und ihr doch innerlich immer verbunden. Was macht Robert Louis Stevenson bis heute so lesenswert? Warum funktionieren seine Geschichten noch immer, während viele seiner Zeitgenossen verblassen? Und weshalb blieb sein Herz trotz aller Reisen immer in Schottland? BRITPOD – England at its best. WhatsApp: Du kannst Alexander und Claus direkt auf ihre Handys Nachrichten schicken! Welche Ecke Englands sollten die beiden mal besuchen? Zu welchen Themen wünschst Du Dir mehr Folgen? Warst Du schon mal in Great Britain und magst ein paar Fotos mit Claus und Alexander teilen? Probiere es gleich aus: +49 8152 989770 - einfach diese Nummer einspeichern und schon kannst Du BRITPOD per WhatsApp erreichen. Ein ALL EARS ON YOU Original Podcast.

Amy and Morgan share their plans for Christmas, including the change Amy will have this year and Morgan’s goal while she’s with family. Amy shares how Stevenson’s big half-marathon for charity came together and their plans to do it again. Plus, Morgan and Amy’s friends both were accidentally served alcohol and we think it’s a bigger conversation. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Alexandra Stevenson joins the show to recap the WTA season, and discuss how each of the top players made their mark in 2025. Stevenson explains why Amanda Anisimova was the story of the tennis world this calendar year, and how the American has worked on her physical and mental sides to become a premier player. The analyst also assesses if Aryna Sabalenka's year was unfulfilled, dives into Iga Swiatek's growth on the court, and evaluates Coco Gauff's season which featured a Roland Garros Title and the decision to totally revamp her serve. Stevenson weighs in on Americans Madison Keys and Jessica Pegula, and explains why every young player should study Italian Jasmine Paolini. And the former WTA vet lists the players she expects to keep climbing up the rankings in 2026, headlined by teenage sensation Victoria Mboko. Hosted by Mitch Michals. Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See https://pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Munaf Manji and SleepyJ talk NFL player props for Week 15. Munaf Manji and SleepyJ break down NFL Week 15 player props on RJ Bell's Dream Preview. Munaf opens by noting the week's matchups and format—four props each, a TD pick, a pod best bet, and a Pregame.com coupon. Sleepy returns after illness, mentions fantasy playoffs, and brings extra RB and TE props. Sleepy starts QB props with Cam Ward under 191.5 passing yards, arguing late-season protection of franchise QBs on bad teams, Tennessee likely leaning run, and San Francisco's defense dominating similar QBs. Munaf supports the under and gives Josh Allen over 268.5 pass+rush yards vs New England, expecting heavy usage in a critical AFC East game and citing prior production and New England's strong run defense likely forcing more Allen attempts and scrambles. RB props: Sleepy plays Isaiah Pacheco over 30.5 rush yards, saying KC wins when he gets work, he outperformed Hunt last week, and the Chiefs need balance; he adds Derrick Henry over 88.5 rush yards vs Cincinnati due to cold weather, Ravens' RB injuries, Bengals' weak tackling, and Henry's big-run potential. Munaf agrees and plays Rhamondre Stevenson under 38.5 rush yards due to NE's committee backfield, Buffalo's recent defensive improvement, and Stevenson's inefficiency and low-touch projections. WR props: Sleepy takes Wondell Robinson over 56.5 receiving yards vs Washington's poor pass defense, expecting heavy targets from Jackson Dart and a motivating finish to NYG's season. Munaf picks Jaxon Smith-Njigba longest reception over 27.5 vs Indy, citing his frequent explosive gains at home and Colts' secondary injuries. TE props: Sleepy targets NYG again with Theo Johnson over 32.5 receiving yards, noting Washington's extreme vulnerability to TEs, Johnson's big-play tendency, and likely increased usage; he also plays Isaiah Likely over 34.5 vs Cincinnati, pointing to the Bengals' repeated failures vs TEs and Likely's speed in the Ravens' offense. Munaf supports both and chooses George Kittle over 60.5 receiving yards with Brock Purdy back, citing four straight overs, consistent targets, and SF's reliance on Kittle amid limited WR weapons. TD props: Sleepy plays Justin Jefferson +180 to score, expecting a breakout vs Dallas' weak pass defense and the Vikings' desire to feature him after minimal usage. Munaf takes Nico Collins +115 with Stroud healthy, and tentatively Devon Achane –130 if active against Pittsburgh's poor run defense. They discuss Pregame.com offers and segue to the pod best bet: Mark Andrews over 39.5 receiving yards vs Cincinnati, anchored in the Bengals' league-worst TE defense—nearly 100 yards allowed per game, double-digit targets per game to the position, and Andrews' strong historical production vs Cincinnati. They note Likely could also erupt and that Baltimore's offense should produce. They close discussing potential Ravens team-total overs, fantasy implications, and newsletter parlays, while noting Joe Burrow's comments about losing joy in football and the importance of Week 15 outcomes. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

On this week's episode of Inklings we go over the talk by Gary E. Stevenson: Blessed Are the Peacemakers

In this episode of the Brain and Life podcast, co-host Dr. Katy Peters is joined by Olympian Colby Stevenson, who shares his incredible journey as a freestyle skier. Colby discusses his passion for skiing, the challenges he faced after a serious car crash and traumatic brain injury (TBI), and how he overcame adversity through hard work, a positive mindset and support from loved ones. Dr. Peters is then joined by Dr. Kian Nasiri, a physiatrist specializing in TBI at Northwestern University. He discusses the role of physiatrists in recovery from brain injuries, highlights innovative treatments like neuromodulation, and emphasizes the significance of social support for patients and their families during recovery.   Additional Resources What Is Traumatic Brain Injury? How Sports Neurologists Protect Football Players' Brains After Traumatic Brain Injury, a Veteran Finds Purpose in Advocacy   Other Brain & Life Podcast Episodes on These Topics Veteran Lindsay Gutierrez is Reaching New Heights with Traumatic Brain Injury U.S. Soccer Legend Briana Scurry on Concussion and Mental Health Healing the Traumatized Brain with Dr. Sandeep Vaishnavi We want to hear from you! Have a question or want to hear a topic featured on the Brain & Life Podcast? ·       Record a voicemail at 612-928-6206 ·       Email us at BLpodcast@brainandlife.org   Social Media:   Guest: Colby Stevenson @colby_stevenson; Dr. Nassiri @nufeinbergmed Hosts: Dr. Daniel Correa @neurodrcorrea; Dr. Katy Peters @KatyPetersMDPhD

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On the Shelf for December 2025 The Lesbian Historic Motif Podcast - Episode # with Heather Rose Jones Your monthly roundup of history, news, and the field of sapphic historical fiction. In this episode we talk about: Accomplishments and upcoming milestones A podcast that listeners may be interested in: Our Dyke Histories Recent publications covered on the blog Levin-Richardson, Sarah. 2013. “Fututa Sum Hic: Female Subjectivity and Agency in Pompeian Sexual Graffiti” in The Classical Journal, 1083. pp.319-45. Walker, J. 2006. “Before the Name: Ovid's Deformulated Lesbianism” in Comparative Literature 58.3, pp.205-222. Castle, T. 1983-4. “Eros and Liberty at the English Masquerade, 1710-90” in Eighteenth-Century Studies, XVII, 2: 156-76. Friedman-Rommell, Beth. 1995. “Breaking the Code: Towards a Reception Theory of Theatrical Cross-Dressing in Eighteenth-Century London” in Theatre Journal 47, no.4: 459-79. Howard, Jean E. 1988. “Cross-Dressing, the Theatre and Gender Struggle in Early Modern England” in Shakespeare Quarterly 39: 418-40. (Also appears in: Howard, Jean E. 1993. “Cross-Dressing, the Theater, and Gender Struggle in Early Modern England” in Crossing the Stage: Controversies in Cross-Dressing, ed. Ferris, Leslie. Routledge, London.) Andreadis, Harriette. 2006. “Re-Configuring Early Modern Friendship: Katherine Philips and Homoerotic Desire.” Studies in English Literature, 1500-1900, vol. 46, no. 3, pp. 523–42. Kramer, Rene. 2015. That Mysterious, Remisse Knot: Katherine Philips's Unincorporated Fraternity. Honors Thesis. Stevenson, Mark & Wu Cuncun (eds. and trans.). 2013. Homoeroticism in Imperial China: A sourcebook. Routledge, New York. ISBN 978-0-415-55144-1 Recent Lesbian/Sapphic Historical Fiction Souvienne by Aldwin Beckett Without Apology (Jane Smith #3) by Charlotte Taft Inverts in a Violet Room by Peter Forrester Whispers of the Heart: Lady Eleanor's Secret by Rhia Kampus Hiding the Flame by Angela M. Sims On the Edge of Uncertainty by E.V. Bancroft Brought to Heel by Ella Witts & Serah Messenger Pearl Bound by Natalie Bergman What I've been consuming Network Effect by Martha Wells System Collapse by Martha Wells The Witch Roads by Kate Elliott A Mouthful of Dust by Nghi Vo Raised for the Sword by Aimée Call for submissions for the 2026 LHMP audio short story series. See here for details. This month we interview Maya Dworsky-Rocha and talk about: The historic context and terminology of anti-Semitism and hatred of Jews Cultural clashes and conflicts around ideas of gender The historic work of Daniel Boyarin and Jewish gender stereotypes Maya's use of non-binary characters to reflect these ideas The symbolic uses of eating, temptation, and impurity in the story ”Authorizing” queer desire via projection Maya's writing partnership as Sylvia Barry The Devil and the Jews by Joshua Trachtenberg A transcript of this podcast is available here. (Interview transcripts added when available.) Links to the Lesbian Historic Motif Project Online Website: http://alpennia.com/lhmp Blog: http://alpennia.com/blog RSS: http://alpennia.com/blog/feed/ Twitter: @LesbianMotif Discord: Contact Heather for an invitation to the Alpennia/LHMP Discord server The Lesbian Historic Motif Project Patreon Links to Heather Online Website: http://alpennia.com Email: Heather Rose Jones Mastodon: @heatherrosejones@Wandering.Shop Bluesky: @heatherrosejones Facebook: Heather Rose Jones (author page) Links to Maya Dworsky-Rocha Online Website: https://www.sylviabarrybooks.com/ Bluesky: @mayadrocha.bsky.social TikTok: @mayadrocha

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This week, Scotty Wazz talks about the light week with only the NCAA D3 schools in action for Stevenson Men and Women and Hood Women before the end of the semester. 

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On this week's episode of Toe2Toe, Andy Scott is joined by British heavyweight champion Jeamie TKV, English cruiserweight champion John Hedges, and Sky Sports' boxing journalist John Dennen.Fresh off a big victory against Frazier Clarke, TKV discusses his potential next opponent and shares his opinion on AJ vs Jake Paul.Hedges previews his upcoming clash against Ellis Zorro on December 17th and reflects on the time he spent being trained by the late Ricky Hatton.Toe2Toe is a Sky Sports podcast. Listen to every episode here: skysports.com/toe-2-toeYou can listen to Toe2Toe on your smart speaker by saying "ask Global Player to play Ringside Toe2Toe".For all the latest boxing news, head to skysports.com/boxingFor advertising opportunities email: skysportspodcasts@sky.uk

„My s panem prezidentem máme jasnou dohodu o tom, jakým způsobem já oznámím ten střet zájmů, který samozřejmě žádný nemám.“Tímto vnitřně rozporným prohlášením odstartoval Andrej Babiš svou řeč během mimořádné schůze Poslanecké sněmovny k jeho střetu zájmů.O poslanecký projev nešlo, spíš o starozákonní lamentace, zvláštní žánr nářků, bědování, naříkání a stěžování si na média a svět, který mu křivdí. Jeden z nejbohatších a rozhodně nejvlivnějších mužů v Česku se pokusil ve svém stominutovém projevu vytvořit dojem, že mu svět systematicky křivdí.V novém díle podcastu procházíme hlavní body jeho projevu – od vzniku Agrofertu přes dotace až po únos syna na Krym – a pokoušíme se vysvětlit, proč vystupuje, jak vystupuje.Jedním z řečnických triků, které Babiš využívá, je rozdělení jeho postojů. Často o sobě mluví ve třetí osobě, aby zase přecházel do osobní výpovědi. Vyvolává to vzpomínku na profesora Pavla Koláře a jeho teorii, že existují dva Babišové – jeden se jmenuje Ba a druhý Biš.Ten první je bojovník za morální hodnoty, nezištný ochránce slabých a nemocných. Naopak ten druhý se nebojí lhát a v byznysu používá predátorské postupy. Tento model rozdvojení skvěle popsal spisovatel Stevenson v románu o doktoru Jekyllovi a panu Hydovi. Jeden je vzorný měšťan, druhý naopak zrůda, která po nocích páchá zločiny.Kdo je ten pravý? Ba, nebo Biš? Jekyll, nebo Hyde?To se dozvíte v posledním podcastu.

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1:40:35 – It's the 20th Anniversary Episode!!!: some early Paunch memories, sequels to Airheads (1994) and The Running Man (1987), whatever happened to butt fumbler Mark Sanchez?, Tom Cruise looking like Norm MacDonald, Al Pacino as “Foghorn Leghorn” in Scent of a Woman (1992), Martin Kove bites Cobra Kai co-star, meeting Weird Paul Petrovsky and Mr. T at conventions, Spaceballs 2 on the horizon, the […]

This week, Scotty Wazz talks about the Stevenson's men continuing to roll, Towson's men had a big upset on Saturday night, and recapping some of the DVCHC Showcase. 

As a thanks to our humans, here is Estates Of Perfection episodes 1-4. To listen to all 10 episodes, available for the first time as a long play, subscribe to improv4humans.com. For Black Friday you can even get $10 off!Welcome to The Estates Of Perfection. A comedy about the techno-utopian community of the future, where clones, drones and codes of living ensure nothing bad ever happens... From the mind of Matt Besser, produced by Brett Morris.Featuring an all-star cast of Mary Holland, Andy Richter, John Gemberling, Danielle Schneider, Mookie Blaiklock, Laci Mosley, Lou Wilson, Betsy Sodaro, Dan Lippert, Kenny Stevenson and more.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Munaf Manji and SleepyJ talk NFL Player Props for week 13. Munaf Manji and SleepyJ break down NFL Week 13 player props, starting with quarterbacks. Sleepy takes Josh Allen over 238.5 passing yards against a weak Steelers pass defense that gives up 258 per game, expecting Allen to bounce back after a rough Week 12 and potentially post a huge ceiling game. Munaf backs Patrick Mahomes over 266.5 passing yards versus Dallas, citing the Chiefs' reliance on the pass, recent struggles establishing the run, returning receivers, and a vulnerable Cowboys pass defense; Mahomes has gone over this number in four of his last five. For running backs, Sleepy plays Patriots RB Travion Henderson over 68.5 rushing yards since he has taken control of the backfield and faces a poor Giants rush defense; Munaf agrees, noting Henderson's strong recent snap shares, Stevenson's fumbling issues, and the Giants allowing explosive production to multiple backs. At wide receiver, Sleepy targets Xavier Worthy over 38.5 receiving yards with KC likely to throw heavily and possibly seeing extra targets if Rice is limited; Munaf goes with Texans WR Nico Collins over 65.5, pointing to CJ Stroud's return, Collins' heavy target volume, and his massive history vs the Colts, with three straight games over 117 yards. For tight ends, they both attack the Bengals' league-worst TE defense, with Sleepy taking Mark Andrews over 37.5 and also recommending Isaiah Likely, noting that last week Henry and Hooper posted huge yardage; Munaf matches on Andrews and notes the Bengals allow 87 TE yards per game. For anytime TDs, Sleepy takes Saints RB Davon Neal at +290 with Kamara likely out and Neal seeing meaningful usage; Munaf mentions liking Xavier Worthy and CeeDee Lamb, plus chalkier options Saquon Barkley and Christian McCaffrey. Their shared best bet is Saquon Barkley over 76.5 rushing yards vs the Bears, expecting Philadelphia to “reset” by leaning on the run after an embarrassing loss to Dallas; the Bears allow 156 rushing yards per game over the last three weeks, and Barkley can clear this with volume or a single explosive run. They close by promoting a Pregame promo code, wishing listeners a happy Thanksgiving, and stressing taking time with family before resuming the late-season grind. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Horses don't just sense our emotions - they help regulate them. And today, you'll hear how.In this powerful and heartfelt episode, host Elizabeth Mintun sits down with Jackie Stevenson, a therapist, coach, and equine-guided practitioner whose work blends nature, nervous system wisdom, and the profound presence of horses. Together, they explore how stepping into the world of the herd invites us to slow down, become present, and reconnect with the deeper layers of ourselves that often get buried beneath stress and daily life.Whether you're curious about equine-guided practices, seeking a deeper relationship with nature, or longing for a grounded way to reconnect with yourself, this episode offers a rich, expansive invitation to return home to your own presence.Key TakeawaysHealing deepens when we are invited (not pressured) into connection.Letting go of a rigid agenda makes room for meaningful surprise, insight, and transformation.Small, subtle moments can be just as impactful as the dramatic ones.Resources Morning & Evening Calm Bundle (Black Friday deal): https://go.thecalmingground.com/Jackie Stevenson's website Jackie Stevenson's Ted TalkLearn more about 1:1 Coaching with Elizabeth Mintun here. Contact Elizabeth: elizabethmintun@thecalmingground.comSubscribe to The Calming Ground Podcast so you never miss an episode. If you loved this conversation, please share it with a friend!

Munaf Manji and SleepyJ talk NFL Player Props for week 13. Munaf Manji and SleepyJ break down NFL Week 13 player props, starting with quarterbacks. Sleepy takes Josh Allen over 238.5 passing yards against a weak Steelers pass defense that gives up 258 per game, expecting Allen to bounce back after a rough Week 12 and potentially post a huge ceiling game. Munaf backs Patrick Mahomes over 266.5 passing yards versus Dallas, citing the Chiefs' reliance on the pass, recent struggles establishing the run, returning receivers, and a vulnerable Cowboys pass defense; Mahomes has gone over this number in four of his last five. For running backs, Sleepy plays Patriots RB Travion Henderson over 68.5 rushing yards since he has taken control of the backfield and faces a poor Giants rush defense; Munaf agrees, noting Henderson's strong recent snap shares, Stevenson's fumbling issues, and the Giants allowing explosive production to multiple backs. At wide receiver, Sleepy targets Xavier Worthy over 38.5 receiving yards with KC likely to throw heavily and possibly seeing extra targets if Rice is limited; Munaf goes with Texans WR Nico Collins over 65.5, pointing to CJ Stroud's return, Collins' heavy target volume, and his massive history vs the Colts, with three straight games over 117 yards. For tight ends, they both attack the Bengals' league-worst TE defense, with Sleepy taking Mark Andrews over 37.5 and also recommending Isaiah Likely, noting that last week Henry and Hooper posted huge yardage; Munaf matches on Andrews and notes the Bengals allow 87 TE yards per game. For anytime TDs, Sleepy takes Saints RB Davon Neal at +290 with Kamara likely out and Neal seeing meaningful usage; Munaf mentions liking Xavier Worthy and CeeDee Lamb, plus chalkier options Saquon Barkley and Christian McCaffrey. Their shared best bet is Saquon Barkley over 76.5 rushing yards vs the Bears, expecting Philadelphia to “reset” by leaning on the run after an embarrassing loss to Dallas; the Bears allow 156 rushing yards per game over the last three weeks, and Barkley can clear this with volume or a single explosive run. They close by promoting a Pregame promo code, wishing listeners a happy Thanksgiving, and stressing taking time with family before resuming the late-season grind. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Welcome to Fantasy Life with Ian Hartitz! We're here to give you all of the fantasy football news, advice and stats you need (with a little bit of fun chaos along the way)! Week 12 is here and fantasy football expert Ian Hartitz is joined by fantasy football expert Dwain McFarland to break down their rankings for Week 10 of the fantasy football season! In today's episode: Is Tee Higgins in for a boom game without Ja'Marr Chase? Will TreVeyon Henderson still be great even if Stevenson is back? Why do Dwain and Ian have such a big discrepancy on Caleb Williams this week? We're discussing all this, plus answering YOUR start/sit questions for Week 12 of fantasy football! ______________________ If you want more of Fantasy Life, check us out at FantasyLife.com, where all our analysis is free, smart, fun, and has won a bunch of awards. We have an awesome free seven-day-a-week fantasy newsletter (which would win awards if they existed, we assure you!): https://www.fantasylife.com/fantasy-n... And if you want to go deeper, check out our suite of also-award-winning premium tools at FantasyLife.com/pricing But really we hope you just are enjoying what you clicked on here, and come back for more. We are here to help you win!! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices