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The lightning round brings holiday cheer and nostalgia to close this episode! Sponsored A&M Consumer and Retail Group, Mirakl, Ocampo Capital, Infios, and Quorso. Chris reveals he'll use "Santa GPT" (ChatGPT for holiday shopping) to find gifts for his mom, though she already told him she wants a Brita water pitcher. Anne shares her family's Black Friday strategy: setting alarms for discounted ski passes rather than shopping for traditional items. Celebrating Dick Van Dyke's upcoming 100th birthday, Anne reminisces about his role as the chimney sweep in Mary Poppins. The conversation turns to hot chocolate preferences... Chris keeps it basic with mini marshmallows and a "Swiss Miss" approach, while Anne declares that quality marshmallows make or break the experience. For the full episode head here: https://youtu.be/wZ9XYQsclAU #SantaGPT #ChatGPT #holidayshopping #DickVanDyke #hotchocolate #Sizzler #restaurantrevival #nostalgia #retailfun #holidaytraditions

The Time Riders: Part 3 What happens when you mix clock-block with priapism? Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Ain't Nobody Got Time For That Shit! Mark and Becky sat in the small cottage, looking around in wonder. They were still in Seventeenth Century France, but found themselves surrounded by technologies that they hadn't even heard of. The walls were lined with clocks, some of which were mechanical, some seemed to be digital or binary, while others told time in ways they couldn't fathom. Sitting across from them at the stout, round oaken table, Chester Edgerton smoked a pipe and observed them casually. "How; how can you have this all out on display?" Mark asked, still gaping. "I mean, isn't it against the rules to have this sort of tech from the future lying around where the locals might bump into it?" "That's the beauty of it, my' boy," he said cheerfully, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "They can't see it." "Well, I get it if you try to restrict entry to your house," Mark pressed, wanting to understand. "But what if you're gone and bandits break in? Becks and I can account for banditry in this day and age, for sure." "Mayhap," the man replied. "But I brought you through the door that leads to my actual house. The front door, the one the local peasantry sees, leads into a simple cottage, typical of the period, and owned by a pudgy man of indeterminate nationality." "Your; house is in two places at once?" Mark asked, trying to understand. "No, it's the same place," Chester answered simply. "Two different times, however. We're sitting in my actual abode, Twenty-First Century." Mark shook his head. "That's some weird Tardis shit right there." "Only at first." Chester allowed. "I notice you have all your windows shut," Becky remarked. "You said we're in the Twenty-First Century, but I take from further ahead than Mark and I are from, so you're not showing us?" "Clever girl," mused the man, smiling. "While I won't absolutely stop you from looking or even going outside, I would warn you that if you do and see something you don't like, you're committing yourself to that future, no matter how hard you try to undo it." "We'll stay put then," she said readily. "You were kind enough to bring us here and sort of explain how we might acquire goods in the time stream?" He nodded. "I know it might seem counter-intuitive, but the simple fact of the matter is that if people are going to insist on time travelling, the least they can do is be well-prepared for it so they don't hurt themselves or others." He leaned forward. "The first question you need to ask yourself is, why are you so intent on time-travelling to begin with? Is it simple curiosity? Are you planning to make a living somehow? Are you just trying to get laid?" He looked at Mark during this last question and the young man blushed, while Becky giggled and patted his hand. "Mark was a dud in Physics in his last year of high school," she explained. "Come to think of it, he was in little or no danger of getting into any post-secondary education facility." "Thanks." Mark muttered. "But, then he found his time machine, something called a Holmes Field Device, and he resolved to go back in time a few months and convince me to give him an A in Physics with the promise of earth-shaking sex." "This story sounds worse every time I hear it." Mark complained. "Fortunately, I acquiesced, rather than disemboweling him for breaking into my home, and not only did we become lovers, but now we're adventuring the time stream together." "Hmm, a teacher and a student, eh?" mused the man, smiling at them as he smoked. "Teachers and students are plentiful, of course, but they're usually from the far, far future and on very strictly-controlled excursions into the past. Hands-on history classes, if you will." "That makes history sound kinda fun." Mark said. "Oh, I daresay it is," agreed Chester. "Nothing quite as exciting as going back to the Cretaceous Period and taking a ride on the back of a trained Styracosaurus. Or watching Dromer races." "Isn't that screwing with the timeline?" Becky inquired. "I mean, humans weren't around for another sixty-three million years following the demise of the dinosaurs." "It's all very carefully regulated on remote islands," Chester explained. "It does nothing to mess with the ecosystem and the specimens are trained to interact with humans, for the most part." "Riding one of those big horned dinosaurs would be a kick." Mark mused, grinning. "You've already got a perfectly good horn I like to ride," Becky giggled, squeezing his hand again. "Besides, this is where our host tells us that it won't be possible for us any time soon." "You're a very perceptive young lady," he allowed. "We can't have just anyone mucking up the time stream, you know. It's especially difficult when people who lived before time travel was commonly accepted try to get involved. They inevitably get exposed to technologies they shouldn't be aware of, or events that weren't known during their own time;” "I'll give you a tiny example," he said, leaning forward now, as if he was confiding a secret. "Have you heard of the Tunguska Incident?" "Sure, the Tunguska region in Siberia, 1908," Becky answered, nodding. "A large meteor slammed into the ground, creating a blast equal to sixty megatons and flattening everything for nearly a hundred miles around." "No, that's what you need to think," he corrected, pointing the stem of his pipe toward them. "It was, in fact, an advanced weapon that was stolen from a future date, and before temporal agents could recover it, the thieves blew it up to cover their escape. Granted, there are people in your time who have conspiracy theories about nuclear blast, nearly forty years before the first atomic tests, but they're wrong as well. It wasn't a nuclear device, simply a weapon with an incredibly high conventional yield by your age's standards." "So; why can you tell us this now?" Becky asked. He grinned and spread out his arms in a gesture of farce. "Who would believe you?" "So how did you know that we were time travelers?" Mark asked as they followed their host and guide through the woods. "Well, I heard snippets of your conversation," Chester said as he led the way. "But to be honest, even though your outfits might pass with locals for 'reasonably authentic', you couldn't possibly hide your origins from a fellow time-traveler. Mark claimed to be Spanish, he doesn't look at all Spanish, certainly not from this era. Miss Rebecca is remarkably tall for a woman." "Well there's something I don't hear very often back home!" she giggled. "And you're both in strangely good health, with unblemished skin and full heads of hair," Chester added. "I was relatively certain, and then I heard you discussing your relative inexperience, so I sought to introduce myself." "I'd' have thought that you wouldn't introduce yourself to newbies," Mark stated, helping Becky over a log. "Isn't it safer to keep your chatter to people who know what they're doing?" "It's actually the exact opposite," replied Chester. "The best thing you can do around veteran time travelers you don't need to talk to is to not talk to them. Their timelines are probably very intricate and you don't want yours getting snarled up with them. Newbies, as you call them, probably still have linear experiences that are simple to understand and educating them about what awaits is the simplest way to keep things from getting weird." Getting up to leave the cottage, Mark asked; "So this device the time cops gave me," Mark stated, holding up his chronometer. "It's actually pretty useful then, because it warns me when I'm getting too close to myself or something I've affected." "That was very generous of them," Chester said in a serious tone. "They don't do that for just everyone who shows up suddenly in the time stream. Sometimes they let matters work themselves out, if you know what I mean." Chester's Forest Farewell.  The meadow they stepped into, had a mature lush forest further back. They reached a small clearing in the forest they'd been tromping through and stopped for a bit, sitting on a fallen tree trunk. Chester looked at them both and slapped his hands on his thighs. "Now then, I've brought you here so that you can witness a casual event that is due to happen just outside the woods. Nothing major, but it will give you a taste of what can await you. I have something to attend to and should be back in a few hours. Just stay out of sight and don't leave the tree line." "You're leaving?" Mark protested. Chester turned to look at him. "It might be that the events you will see unfold work better for me if I am nowhere near them," the man replied. "Fear not, I shall return. Enjoy yourselves." And then he walked into the woods and was gone. Mark looked around and finally sighed. "Helluva way to mentor someone," he muttered as he stood to take in a panoramic context. "Take 'em somewhere and then just fuck off? Nice." "He's not your mentor, Mark," Becky chided, sitting on a log and smiling at him. "He's a fellow time traveler who is doing you a favor. He's given you plenty of valuable information free of charge already, something I doubt he does frequently." "Well, okay," Mark allowed. "So, we just wait until we see something happen?" "No idea when that'll be, he didn't really tell us, did he?" Becky pointed out. "Yup," Mark sighed. "So, now what?" Becky tilted her head slightly as she looked at him, like there was something wrong with his brain. "Here's an idea. How about you come over here and fuck me?" Mark was so determined to be bent out of shape for having no instructions that he'd overlooked the completely obvious. He laughed and stepped forward, pulling Becky to her feet. They were holding their hands between them and staring into one another's eyes, smiling. "Now this is what time travel is all about," she purred, her eyes shining with delight. "You're going to fuck me in the woods in Louis the Sun King's France, Mark. For all we know, this is some sort of royal ground and we're trespassing. How many people can say they've done that?" "Just the lucky ones;” he replied, beginning to unfasten the clasps on her dress, freeing her chest from its confines. As the dress fell away, she was left standing on in a low-cut, blouse-like shirt and some panties, having chosen to forego the usual layers of buntlings and knickers. She bit her lip as he pulled her blouse over her head, exposing her glorious tits. Kneeling now, he slowly slid her panties down, feeling a thrill as her hairless, smooth cunt came into view. She stepped out of the tiny thong panties, letting him drink in the sight of her. Yes, he'd been with her for over a week now in France, but he never tired of seeing her beautiful body. "Your turn now, my lord." Becky whispered as she began removing his clothing, peeling away the layers until he was as naked as herself. She stood up again and moved close, her nipples gently kissing against his chest. Unable to hold back any more, Mark pulled his teacher to him and kissed her deeply, making Becky moan into his mouth. Their hands wandered over one another's now-familiar forms, seeking to stimulate, tease and pleasure. His hands found her pert ass cheeks and he squeezed them, causing her to moan again. "Hmm, can't wait to get some grass stains on this dress," she murmured, looking up into his eyes. "And maybe a few on my knees." She slowly knelt in front of Mark, kissing and nipping at his skin on the way down. His swelling phallus was in front of her face now and she licked her lips hungrily before taking gentle hold and kissing it. Mark closed his eyes and shivered, loving the feel of her lips on him. Everything about his teacher was incredible. He was just sorry it had taken so long to realize it. Becky now had the head of his cock inside her warm, wet mouth, swirling her tongue around flicking the tip of her tongue against him. She giggled as his rod throbbed and grew longer and harder. She loved how turned on he could get by her, it made her feel so primal and sexual. She then slid her mouth a little further down his shaft before pulling back, shivering in delight at the sight of his glistening skin. Mark's fingers were in her hair and flexing gently as she began to bob back and forth, taking more and more of him into her mouth. She hummed lightly, vibrating her lips around him and making him groan. Her hand rested on the shaft, pumping as it followed her lips, making a gentle twisting motion on the sensitive skin. Becky loved sucking cock, and Mark's was ridiculously perfect for her, in just about every possible way. She hoped that wouldn't be a problem down the road. She took gentle hold of his hips with both hands and moved back and forth along his shaft, breathing through her nose as she deep-throated him. Mark groaned in pleasure, his fingers flexing into her scalp and tugging her hair. She looked up at him, maintaining eye contact, which she knew he found so erotic. She could feel his skin growing warm and knew now was the time to stop and change things up if she intended to have his cock inside her. There was indeed one good thing about them being out of sync, with her current self three months behind him; they already knew she wasn't pregnant in his current timeline, so he could cum deep inside her as much as they liked. She pulled her mouth off his with a wet 'pop!' and smiling seductively. "I'm thinking maybe my girl wants to say hello too;” she purred. Mark nodded and spread out her dress before lying down on it, his rock-hard cock standing straight up and throbbing. Becky crawled over him, straddling his face, her creamy, wet cunt mere inches from his mouth. She faced down his body, giggling and he snaked his tongue out to taste her, but she kept her prize just out of reach. "So that's how it is, eh?" he said from below her before suddenly wrapping his arms around her thighs and pulling down on them and causing her to lurch unexpectedly (for her) onto his eager mouth. Becky shuddered and moaned loudly as his tongue snaked along and massaged her nether lips, before flickering against her throbbing clit to make her gasp and almost double over. "No fair;” she panted, trying to regain control of herself, but Mark seemed inclined to cheat. He kept her pinned to him, leaving her to squirm helplessly above him while he lashed her with his tongue. "Uh, you bastard; yes, right there; Oh, God, Mark;” Her pleas exhorted him to even greater measures. He was determined to make her cum on his mouth at least once before they fucked. And he seemed to be pretty damned good at making her cum with oral sex, he had to say. Becky squirmed on top of him, playing wither tits, pinching and pulling on her pink nipples, her eyes squeezed shut, because it almost felt too good if she was looking at him. His eager tongue snaked deep inside her hungry cunt, making her wetter still. He had this maddening technique where he formed shapes or letters inside her with his tongue, reaching almost every nook and cranny of her. She whimpered, knowing he intended to make her cum and she was more than happy to oblige. She leaned forward while sitting on his face, reaching out to his twitching cock, caressing and massaging it gently; she didn't want him to cum, she just wanted to keep him stimulated. She felt the thrill of anticipation, knowing it would soon be inside her, pumping in and out, throbbing and finally releasing his creamy essence into her, something she accepted gladly because of the temporal mechanics between them. Mark sucked her clit into his mouth, rolling it around and making her shudder, groaning deeply as something started to build within her. She pushed down onto his face with her hips, grinding eagerly, while her clit throbbed. Then her released it and pushed his tongue deep inside her again, probing and lashing her until she was writhing and panting heavily. "Oh, God, Mark;” she gasped, sweat streaming from her sensual form. "Oh, fuck, yes, please; Uh, so close, baby;” He pushed into her as hard as he could and she jerked and squeaked arching her back. Her whole frame was wracked with pleasure as she cried out loudly, the orgasm crashing through her until she almost couldn't breathe. She shook violently, her eyes rolling into her head before she collapsed on top of him, her body limp and her chest heaving. Her limbs felt like tingling lead, but she managed to lift one to find his cock, determined to keep him hard until she had recovered. She stroked him gently while he kissed at her gooey nether lips, his face glistening with her cum. Fortunately, Becky was insatiable and recovered quickly, slowly rising and then sidling forward down his body so she could look back at him and smirk. "How about it, big boy?" she asked coyly. "You ready for the main event?" Mark grinned and nodded while she slithered down his body, finally hovering over his hips while facing his feet. She took hold of his throbbing cock and teased it against her slippery entrance before sinking down, making them both sigh in relief. "Hallelujah;” she moaned as he bottomed out inside her, filling her completely. "Oh, that's exactly what the doctor ordered." Mark nodded and took hold of her silken, pert ass cheeks and gripped them firmly, making his teacher purr. Becky loved having her ass played with, and while she began to sink up and down slowly on his cock, he massaged the peach-like orbs, eliciting moans from her when he spread them wide, giving her a delicious stretch. "Hmm, get me nice and ready back there," she cooed as she moved up and down on him. "Because once you're done in my cunt, I want you in my ass and I want to feel your cum in it." Mark nodded eagerly, because he loved fucking Becky's ass. Her cunt was incredibly tight, but even that couldn't match her exquisite back passage, which gripped him so strongly and always made him cum so hard he thought he might faint. His fingers teased against her little puckered, pink knot, sending the most divine tingles through her luscious body. Becky undulated on him, picking up the pace and counting on Mark to control himself until her was in her ass. She bit her lower lip, working herself on that thick, throbbing tool, pulling up until it was almost out of her and then sinking back down in one long stroke, filling her completely. Her heart was strumming in her chest as she thrilled to the notion of the oncoming climax. She was hissing now, struggling to hold on just a few seconds longer, to draw out this wonderful pleasure for them both. But then she felt the point of no return and willingly stepped over it, moaning loudly as her cunt fluttered and she began to cum, hard. She wailed and rocked on her lover, bathing his middle with her excitement. Her head lolled for several seconds as she came down from her orgasm, but she remembered that she still had Mark inside her and needed him, promised him, that he would be cumming in her ass. Slowly, lethargically, she raised herself until his cock fell out of her, still rock-hard and yearning for more. For such a young man, he had exceptional control. She inched forward, until she felt his pulsing head teasing against her notch. She reached underneath herself and took hold of the shaft, holding him steady while she pressed down, slowly but surely. She heard him groan as the head popped through her tight ring suddenly and then he was sliding inside her. It was Heaven. She sat still for several seconds, just reveling in the feel of him filling her ass. She felt the need to be sensual, and she leaned backward, until she was resting her back on his torso, her head next to his. But her knees were still bent and she groaned like she was going to burst, the angle of his penetration in this position more than she could bear. Whispering for him to wait patiently, she slowly, sinuously slid her legs out from beneath herself and straightened them, relaxing in pleasure as they rested on Mark's thighs. "Sorry, that would've downright killed me right now," she whispered to him, her glassy, heavily-lidded eyes looking into his. "And I wanted to be down her to kiss you and let you fondle me as you fucked me and came in me." "Sounds like a plan," he agreed readily, his strong, but gentle hands coming up to rest on her opulent tits. Her began caressing and massaging them in circles while Becky started moving her ass on top of his cock, squeezing him inside her tight confines. "God, I love your ass, Becky." "Umm, it loves your cock, Mark," she purred, undulating on him, the throb of his tool being felt through her whole body like another heartbeat. "You always make me cum so hard;” They squirmed and ground together, with Mark tilting his hips up to push inside her while Becky squeezed him, the lovers shuddering as they kissed feverishly. His hands were squeezing her tits now, pinching and pulling on the nipples again to make her groan with the delicious sting. But Mark felt his climax approach and he knew it wouldn't be long before he was pumping his cum inside her. Becky moaned into his mouth as she felt his cock swelling and twitching erratically, a sure sign he was about to cum. She squeezed him tighter, feeling the buildup inside herself, yearning to share that unreal ecstasy. The groaned into one another mouths at first, but then the kiss was broken as they panted, fighting for air, their voices carrying around the woods they were in. He pushed up hard inside her, pulling down on her tits while she squeezed with all her might, his cum almost searing hot inside her, filling her up. Mark went limp, breathing heavily and clearly spent, not that he minded. Becky could barely move, bound in ropes of silken bliss that kissed every nerve in her body. Her own heartbeat plus the relentless throb of Mark's rigid cock, still oozing inside her, almost meant she didn't know how to center herself. But they relaxed together finally, kissing gently, eyes closed while they clasped hand on top of her tits. Tongues softly tangled, tasting one another while they let their rapture slowly ebb. Minutes passed and they lay silently, waiting for Mark's cock to soften so Becky could sit up. Finally, she giggled, squeezing his hands. "Feels like somebody doesn't wanna go to sleep," she said cutely, wiggling her ass on him, feeling her ass refusing to relinquish its hard-earned prize. "What're we gonna do?" "Iono," he said drowsily. "We just wait, I guess. If I try to have another orgasm right now, I'm pretty sure he'd just spontaneously combust inside you." "Alas, poor cock," she cooed, stroking his cheek. "I guess we happily wait, then." They closed their eyes and relaxed, waiting for Mark's erection to subside so that they could get up without difficulty. Their hands remained at rest on her tits while they nuzzled their cheeks together. Then there was a 'click!' sound. Arrest in Flagrante delicto. Becky's eyes snapped open and she goggled up at a man dressed in rather colorful and opulent period clothing, staring down at them as he pointed a flintlock rifle at their face. Looking around, she now saw they were surrounded by men carrying pikes and muskets, all of whom stared at the naked couple with varying level of interest. The man directly over them moved his musket muzzle, indicating they should sit up. Mark's eyes were open by now and he glanced around in confusion as well, clearly not understanding what had happened. The man's eyes narrowed and he moved the musket muzzle again. Becky, sensing the danger they were suddenly in, tried to move, but shivered; she was still impaled on Mark's solid cock, which had shown no signs of softening and kept her pinned against him. She couldn't get up. "Great time to develop priapism, Mark;” she said sourly. "Maybe Louis the Sun King's France just isn't for us after all," Mark sighed as he hiked along behind Becky, who had been stuffed hurriedly back into her dress while he was allowed to put on his breeches again. Neither of them even had shoes on as they followed the soldiers. Their hands were tied behind their backs. "This is twice now that we've;“ "I know, Mark, I was there," Becky said somewhat tersely, wondering if Chester Edgeworth was now someone she had to add to her shit list. She hated adding names to the shit list. "I guess we were so busy fucking that the event our host meant for us to witness has found us." "Tais-tois!" one of the men guarding them said as he walked nearby with a musket. "Vou ne pouvez-pas parler!" Becky scowled at the man and continued trudging. She wasn't really embarrassed about being caught fucking, it wasn't the first time it had happened to them here in France. But at least this lot had the decency to let her have an orgasm first before taking them prisoner. She couldn't even enjoy the grass stains on her clothes! They had exited the woods and were now tromping through a field, heading toward a much larger cluster of soldiers. Mark couldn't help but notice that a lot of them were wearing red. "Shit;” Becky muttered as she saw them as well. "That's all we need." "Huh?" Mark asked, but he was silenced when a soldier shoved him roughly from behind with his musket, indicating he was to stay quiet. They approached the encampment and Mark soon realized there were several hundred soldiers. The tents were spread out around one rather illustrious red tent of grand size. He then saw a cluster of cavaliers milling about and they seemed to be headed in that direction. Soldiers stared at them as they entered the perimeter of the camp, usually at Becky. Mark and Becky found themselves hauled in front of the cavaliers, who parted, making way for a single man on horseback. He was at least middle-aged, with a somewhat grey pallor to his skin and thin, hawk-like features. His expression was a rather lemony one, as if he felt inconvenienced by this entire incident. For all that, though, his dark eyes glinted with intelligence. He was wearing the flowing red habits of a high-ranking member of the Catholic church, although he had a burnished breastplate on his chest as well. "You stand in the presence of his Eminence, the Cardinal Richelieu," announced the captain of the troops that had taken them prisoner. Mark's eyes went wide. He didn't speak French, but he'd seen enough Three Musketeers movie reboots to know who Cardinal Richelieu was and exactly what sort of deep shit they were suddenly in. "Show respect!" Becky dropped to one knee and bowed her head, looking at the ground. Mark rapidly followed suit, since she probably had a better grasp of the situation than he did. He could feel everyone's eyes and on them and it was beginning to weigh heavily, like a yoke around his neck. His face flushed, but he said nothing. "Who are these persons?" the cardinal asked finally. "Your names, my children." "My name is Rebecca, your Eminence," Becky said humbly, still not looking up. "And you, good sir?" the Cardinal asked, looking over at Mark now. "M; me llamo Marco del strade, tu Eminencia." Mark stammered. "A Spaniard," mused the Cardinal, pursing his lips. "In the presence of a peasant girl. And you both have unusual accents, I admit." "Your Eminence," said one of the captains, looking at them suspiciously. "This man, why is he here traipsing about Champagne like this? With this peasant girl? We found them in the woods, doing unspeakable carnal acts to one another." The Cardinal's eyebrow arched and he looked on in seeming distaste. "You don't say." "Very likely he is a spy for King Phillip, your Eminence!" said the captain, almost sneering. "No, your Eminence," Becky said suddenly, her voice full of concern. "I assure you, he is no spy!" Mark hadn't heard or understood everything the Frenchmen were saying to one another, but he understood 'espion' and his teacher's reaction indicated that he was in some kind of trouble. Go figure. "And what grounds can you give me to believe you, child?" the Cardinal asked with feigned interest. "Please," she begged, her head still bowed. "You have my utmost assurances he is no spy, he's an idiot!" This made the men around them laugh and even Richelieu grunted in amusement. "Both of you rise." Mark saw Becky get to her feet and he did the same. All around them, men with pikes and muskets were watching them warily, some of them levelling weapons at the pair. Clearly they took the Cardinal's safety seriously. Richelieu observed them with interest. "The girl is very unusual," he mused. "Tall, very healthy and very beautiful. Very, very beautiful. I know only one other of such unmatched attractiveness." Mark wasn't sure where this was going, but he doubted it was good. The Cardinal's interest in him was waning. "And yet you say you found her acting in a most carnal and un-ladylike manner in the woods, hmm?" Richelieu continued. "Well, it certainly won't do for her to be out here alone in the countryside, rutting like a nymph, would it? Perhaps her majesty could make use of the girl, once we fix her atrocious accent." "My what?" Becky snapped, looking offended now. "Put her in the cart, we'll bring her to the capital, with regards to the Queen." Richelieu declared, turning his horse about and riding off. Men began to try and wrangle Becky into one of the carts, many of them laughing and leering as they took the opportunity to grope her. Gut shot. "Hey, stop that!" Mark said angrily, surging forward, but he suddenly found himself confronted by a captain, who stared at him impassively. There was a sudden and frightfully loud 'crack!' sound and Mark halted suddenly, his eyes wide. Becky's head snapped around at the noise and her eyes went wide. Blinking, Mark slowly looked down and saw there was a very red puncture hole in his abdomen. Sounds slowed down, taking on an almost syrupy quality and he started to feel confused. Becky screamed and tried to force her way to him, but she was being hustled away by many guards. The man who had shot him wandered off, sliding his flintlock pistol back into a holster, clearly no longer caring about Mark. Everyone seemed to be wandering off now. He felt cold, and vaguely nauseous. The ugly red wound in his stomach pulsed, blood welling from it slowly. He felt himself toppling over, white light bathing the field around him. He could still see things, but they seemed distant. He tried to focus on something, finally identifying Becky's voice as she screamed for him. He could just make out the soldiers wrestling her into a cart while she struggled and kicked savagely, her face contorted in rage. "I'll Get You For This, Richelieu!" she roared as Mark's world was absorbed by the soft white light. "You Just Made The Shit List Of High Doom!! See If I Ever Dance A Sarabande For You, Pal!" Mark bolted upright suddenly, gasping. His eyes were wide and he was covered in sweat. His heart thundered in his chest and he fought to control his panic. The white light was slowly replaced by close walls of grey stone. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to control his breathing. His hands bunched against sheets that were covering him. Finally, he could breathe normally and he tried to organize his thoughts. He still felt confused, everything a total jumble. "Calm yourself. Think!" He'd been fucking Becky in the woods. Apparently they were waiting for Cardinal Richelieu to go by, which he guessed passed for a historical event, seeing the man. But the Cardinal's soldiers heard the two of them and took them prisoner. Then they took Becky and Mark tried to stop them and got shot in the stomach; His eyes snapped open and he was frozen in place. He forced himself to look down at his middle, seeing that he was still covered in a sheet. His hand was trembling as he moved it slowly toward the heavy, dun-colored blanket, sweat trickling from his brow as he felt fear rise in his throat. He flung away the sheet suddenly, unable to bear not knowing. He wasn't bleeding. There was no puncture wound, only a strange, round scar about two inches in diameter. Eyes wide, he slowly lifted his head and looked around, now noticing his environs; he was indeed in a small bedroom, the curtains drawn to keep out the light and very little in the way of décor. Just a chair and a table in one corner, some other surfaces with candles spaced around the room. His bed was solid and comfortable. "Ah, there you are," Chester Edgerton said as he came through the door. "I was beginning to think you had no intentions of waking up." "Where;” Mark said somewhat feebly. "Back at my place," Chester answered, sitting down in the chair and settling in for what was no doubt going to be a long and perhaps trying conversation. "I found you lying in the middle of the field nearly a kilometer from where I'd left you and you were very close to dead." "How did I;” "You should have died," Chester continued. "But ultimately you wouldn't have, due to a time lock, I'm assuming. You weren't meant to die there in that field. Luckily for you, there are still plenty of ways to get yourself killed for doing absurd things." "Why did you leave us in the first place?" Mark asked. "I've been around Richelieu and several of his captains at various points in the time stream, and it's getting difficult to manage," Chest replied, shrugging. "Best way to deal with that issue is to simply not be present." "So why leave us there?" "To see Richelieu, of course," the man said simply. "One of history's truly great men, certainly more so than that twit of a king he serves. I was just trying to ease you into the idea of witnessing historical events. It never occurred to me that you'd be found because you made your teacher yodel like a Swiss Miss when you flagranting the delicto with her. I admit I hadn't planned for that nonsense." Mark blushed. "So, what, I wasn't meant to die here, so my body just healed itself?" Chester laughed. "Oh, no, dear boy, nothing of the sort. I came back to the woods, as promised, as when you weren't there, I began noticing the tracks of many solid shoes and boots in the vicinity. Not to mention the clothes you left behind." "Yeah, sorry, I was kinda tied up at the moment." Mark muttered. "In any event, I followed the tracks, noticed that Richelieu had broken camp and then found you. You'd been lying there for nearly three hours, you should have been dead from blood loss, but you weren't. I brought you back here, removed the ball from your stomach and then healed you." "You can do that?" Mark asked. "I thought you said you were a dealer in chroniques." "It helps to have a few irons in the fire and some hidden talents if you're going to mess around in the time stream," Chester replied. "But I was under no obligation to complicate my life and save you." "I guess I'm glad you did," Mark sighed. "Thanks. But wouldn't I have healed anyway?" "Yes, but maybe not fully," replied the enigmatic dealer. "You might've been found by some local peasants, brought back to their hovel and spent life as a weakened vegetable until you died of the Plague. People die in the past all the time, Mark, and everyone in their own era thinks they just disappeared and mourns them. It's frightfully common." "Can I; can I see the tools you used to heal me?" Mark asked hopefully. "Nope," Chester replied, shaking his head. "They're from your future by a few hundred years, the only reason I used them at all was because you were out cold." "Uh, how long was I out, anyway?" "Almost a month," Chester answered, smoothing a corner of his pencil moustache. "I had you fully healed and ready for action by the next day, to be honest, but you just refused to come to. So, I just left you to it, figuring you would wake up when you felt like it." "Oh, shit," Mark breathed, realizing something. "Where's Becky?" Chester raised his hands. "Why would I know? I wasn't there. What do you remember?" Mark tried to concentrate while Chester got up and poured a glass of water. Mark drank it thirstily and placed the glass on the table. He found himself wishing that he'd taken French instead of Spanish in school. He'd thought Spanish might be more useful, but all it did was get him shot. Fuck that. "I don't really speak French, so this is hard. Umm; they thought I was a spy because they thought I was Spanish." "Because you've been presenting yourself as Spanish while you're here," Chester mused. "In spite of your outrageous accent. France has been at war with Spain on and off for some time now." "Whatever," Mark grumbled. "They seemed really interested in Becky." "To be expected, she is quite lovely. I dare say I've only known one woman in this entire era to match her beauty." "Well, I think I heard them say 'capital', and then I think 'la reigne', which means queen, right?" "Indeed it does," Chester agreed. "My bet, then, is that your teacher has been taken by the Cardinal to be presented as a gift to her majesty, Queen Anne, to serve as one of her ladies-in-waiting." "Why would he do that?" Mark asked, frowning. "I've seen enough Three Musketeers movies to know that the Cardinal and the Queen hate each other." Chester smiled. "It's a game he plays with her. As the years go on, Anne is, sadly, getting 'a little long in the tooth', to borrow a phrase. She remains dignified and regal, but her best days are behind here, where attractiveness is concerned. Richelieu now takes great delight in surrounding her with women of magnificent beauty, seemingly a gesture of devotion, but really meant to hurt the queen's feelings." "What a dick." Mark muttered. "You have no idea," Chester said dryly. "If they got her back to the city roughly a week after she was taken, then she's been with the royal court for three." "Meaning that she's either loving life as a lady-in-waiting, or she's killed and eaten them all," Mark said heavily. "I guess I have to go get her." "I can't imagine this not being amusing," Chester said, smirking. "But out of morbid curiosity, how, exactly, will you affect this rescue?' "I dunno," Mark said, shrugging. "But I can't leave her. She'd kill me." "She probably thinks you're dead, I feel obliged to point out." Chester mentioned. "She saw you suffer a mortal wound at point-blank range. You should be dead and only an as-yet undetermined temporal snarl has kept you alive. I wouldn't count on that again if I were you." "Well I can't do nothing!" Mark insisted in frustration. Chester tilted his head, observing his guest for a moment. "Do you love this woman?" Mark blushed furiously. "I; no, I don't love her, or if I do, then I'm not in love with her. There's a difference, ya' know." "Well and truly said, Boccaccio," Chester chuckled. "Well, if there's no stopping you, then I'll see what I can do to discretely help you." "Why?" Mark queried. "I've got a friggin' time machine. All I need to do is get there, zip in and zip out." "Correct me if I am wrong," interjected his host. "But did you not tell me, early on in our association, that your current self is from three months in the future of the Miss Rebecca that I know." Mark nodded. "And you plan to add another layer of temporal travel on top of that wedding cake of disaster?" Chester mused. "Rebecca could be subtly altering the timelines in Paris now with her very presence, involuntary as it might be. Your oh-so-carefully laid plan could simply not work because of a slight temporal consideration." "So you're saying no time machine." Mark stated flatly, not impressed. "I'm saying the idea is bad. Atari Jaguar bad," Chester replied. "If you intend to do this hare-brained thing, allow me to assist you in what moderate ways I can." "What, you've got some funky tech or weapons you can loan me?" "We'll see about that, but more importantly, I guess I'll call in a favor. A certain person who moves in the circle of the royal court owes me a small boon, and I can use it to assist you. They happen to be an accomplished master of intrigue and getting out of sticky situations, with a blade if necessary." Mark's eyes lit up. "Is it D'Artagnan?" "Only if you want to get Clock-Hammered out of existence," Chester laughed, shaking his head. "Everybody wants to meet Charles de Batz, thinking they're going to see D'Artagnan of Three Musketeers fame, and then it just turns out he's a bad-tempered Gascon who loves to punch people who bother him. He's punched more time-travelers than Jesus, I'm pretty sure." Chester then went over to a drawer and rummaged around inside it, finally pulling out a yellowing envelope that was sealed with wax. "I assure you, the agent I am referring you to will be much more effective than D'Artagnan. I will send you with instructions about where in Paris to meet them and offer them this envelope. Warning, though, if they see it is opened, they will simply refuse to help and go away to where you cannot find them. Are you strong enough to keep from opening the letter?" Mark nodded. "Well, then," Chester announced, opening a bottle of wine and pouring two cups. "Shall we drink a toast to your success, o Macro del Strade of Seville?" Palace Mission. Mark was sitting on the back of a hay wagon, wondering if he could really pull this insane plan off. In addition to the letter, Chester Edgeworth had indeed furnished him with a few small devices and curious that they hopefully would help him, though it cost him almost all the rest of his money. Chester pointed out he was a businessman and didn't intend to take a loss just because some idiot created a time crisis for himself. Fair enough. Mark tried not to play with the little bud that sat deep in his ear; Chester had sold it to him, saying that it could translate languages, speaking into Mark's ear whatever he was focusing on. It could also possibly formulate phrases; if he spoke in English, it could tell him the closest translation to what he was saying. This model was old, though, and only spoke the French of this period. Chester didn't want him getting any clever ideas with a more powered-up version, since if something bad happened, it might come back on him. The reasoning initially annoyed Mark, but the more he thought about it, he reminded himself that he was here to rescue Becky. Nothing else. He thought about the conversation he'd had with their host while drinking wine and planning his initial move, heading to Paris. "So why did you begin time-travelling at all?" the man had asked. "Well, I;” Mark started saying, unsure of how to answer. "I found a time machine. Seems perfectly logical to use it." "Granted, but what's your personal motivation, Mark?" he asked. "Is it to see glorious historical events, are you a treasure hunter, a thrill-seeker who wants to run with the Dromaesaurs?" Mark blushed now. "Honest? I thought it'd be cool to have sex with women from history." To his amazement, Chester didn't laugh uproariously, he simply smiled and shrugged. "More common than you would think, especially amongst men your age, who are full of hormones. Let me ask, then; was getting laid in your own time-period difficult?" "Not really, no." "Well it's not any easier in the time stream, just so you know," Chester pointed out. "In some periods of history, it can be even harder, where religious fervor runs rampant and sexual repression is the law of the land. I assume you wouldn't go as far as to rape a girl." Mark shook his head. "Lots of men do when they find out that having sex in the past is harder than they anticipated," Chester said almost sadly, shaking his head. "You're one of the better ones. But for all that, the problem remains; getting into bed or a rug with Cleopatra is pretty much next to impossible. You might as well hope to seduce Scarlett Johansson when you're no one in particular." "Hey, I got Becky, didn't I?" Mark had protested. "Dumb luck, really, and she's a remarkable woman. Have you had sex with any women aside from Becky since you came to the Sun King's France?" He shrugged. "A few, I shared 'em with Becky." "Peasants, I assume?" "Mostly, yeah," Mark admitted. "There was one sophisto girl, but Becky did the talking and charmed the knickers off her for us." "If it weren't for Becky, you'd be completely out of your league here, boyo," Chester said simply. "And trust me, it won't get easier. Even history buffs who think they know everything get caught and pay the price. There's the history you know, the history you don't know, and the history that you don't know that you don't know." "What?" "What year did World War Two end?" Chester asked. "Simple. 1945." "So you know that. What year did the Crimean War start?" "I've heard of it, but I don't know anything about it." "Something you know that you don't know. Okay, tell me about the League of Ages Twelfth Nicean Temporal Council." "The what?" "Exactly," Chester had said emphatically, leaning forward and pointing with his wine glass to make a point. "An incredibly important historic event that you've never even heard of, but it happened all the same. Can you imagine trying to do something that conflicted with that? You wouldn't even know what clock-hammered you, or why; because only a practiced temporal traveler would be aware of the event at all. Time travel can be tedious." "It's certainly becoming less and less fun by the moment." Mark grumbled. "Probably the smartest thing you've said since you found that Holmes-Field Device," Chester agreed. "Life would be a lot easier if casual nitwits like yourself walked the other way when a time machine appeared in their path." "But don't you make a living selling to people like me?" Mark asked. "Hardly," Chester almost snorted. "Nitwits like you rarely have anything to even pay me with and usually require drastic amounts of assistance. No, my friend, the majority of my income is derived from customers who hail from the far future where time travel is an established industry and carefully regulated. Now those people are my bread and butter." "Did Becky and I really stand out?" Mark asked somewhat dully. "More and more with each passing moment," Chester answered. "You're too tall, too healthy, you have all your teeth, and your accents are absurd." Mark said nothing. "And by the way," added his host. "Those little packets of Airborne that you both carry in your pockets? The little Vitamin C boost things to ward off the sniffles? I can guarantee you that those will in no way, shape or form protect you from illnesses in this era. Only thing it'll do is turn your piss such a bright yellow that people will think you're possessed and the Inquisition will burn you." Mark ended up leaving the packets as a curio that Chester could sell to people from the future who wanted to snicker at how dumb people from the turn-of-the-millennium were. Carting to Paris. He had arranged transport to Paris with the wagon he was now on, making sure the farmer put some extra perk in his horse's step by offering him twice as many sou as was normal. The journey, which would normally take a week, with good weather, was promised to six days because of the extra money. Whatever the difference was between six-day speed and seven-day speed, Mark sure couldn't tell it. His communication with the farmer had been sluggish, certainly, mostly on his end, because he would try to say exactly what his little translator bud told him and he probably sounded like he'd had a stroke when he was speaking. The farmer laughed at his speech, but still did as he was asked. Mostly they slept at the side of the road in the piled hay, but one night they stayed in a roadside inn. Mark's funds were running out fast, even though the food he ate was paltry and rather unappetizing. He had to reach Paris. They then trundled through the town where Mark and Becky had first come to; and Mark hid himself in the straw, figuring it was best to not be seen by people whom he might be familiar with. Even if the innkeeper's two daughters would no doubt readily fuck him again. He fought the temptation to ignore Chester's instructions and simply go get his Holmes-Field Device and use it to rescue his teacher. But he disciplined himself and refrained, he was in enough trouble as it is.  Then he meditated; Known knowns. Known unknowns. Unknown unknowns. Fuck. The days and nights passed with Mark trying to keep himself from growing crazy by practicing his French and thinking of his plan. He had no idea whatsoever about what to do once he reached Paris. Get inside the royal palace? He couldn't exactly Google the plans for it, could he? "Regardez la!" the farmer said finally, calling back to Mark and pointing toward the west. As the sun was rising behind them, he could make out a sprawling sea of darkness in the distance, the silhouette of which prickled the sky. Endless plumes of smoke hung over the city as deep grey gave way to dawn behind them. He thought it might actually be pretty. And then the wind wafted over them from the west, bringing the unique scent of fabled Paris. "Jesus!" Mark croaked as he turned green, leaning over the side of the wagon and puking his guts out while the farmer roared with laughter. They entered the city. Mark wandered through the choking maze of streets, gaping at the chaos of architecture around him; houses seemed to almost be built on top of houses, to the place where some of them were leaning over almost drunkenly. The cobblestones of the road were wet and sticky with effluence, there was no way to avoid it. The stench was beyond belief. How had people ever lived like this? He had asked on repeated occasions where he could find La Rue de Grenuie, the place Chester had told him he would find the agent he'd referred to. Mark was reasonably certain most people were being helpful, even if they stared at him like he was an alien. He might as well have been, he was a head taller than just about everyone, clearly well-fed and had all his teeth. Mark had seen jack-o-lanterns with more teeth than most of the denizens of Paris' infamous streets. He took many wrong turns, because where he thought people had told him to go was often a dead end. Eventually, by divine providence, he found himself on the street he'd been asking for, evidenced by an ancient, worn rectangle of wood that said the name in faded green letters. Certain he was on the right track, he headed down the crowded street, stuffing his purse into the front of his breeches, since Chester had told him Paris was home to countless scoundrels who could remove his wealth without him even noticing. The crowds began to thin out somewhat, and the street got narrower, as if that was possible. The cobblestones were also surprisingly dry, not sticky or running with the sewage of the city behind him. Before long, it was barely wide enough to accommodate one person and he felt very uneasy about the rickety buildings that loomed over his head, almost blocking the sky. He then stopped in front of a black iron fence, pitted with age and with a chain wrapped around it. He tilted his head and unwrapped the chain, finding that the gate now swung open freely and with decidedly little noise. He stepped in, closed it behind himself and then fixed the chain back in place as best he could. He found himself walking through a tunnel, the buildings about him now made of stone. Dank and foreboding, he resisted the urge to run, not knowing what lay ahead. Eventually, he came to a small, bare courtyard. It might have been thirty feet by thirty feet and was devoid of almost all decoration. High brick and stone walls concealed it from the chaos of Paris. It was surprisingly quiet, as if the city dared not disturb the austere serenity. There was a single, grey stone bench in the middle of the courtyard. Facing away from him, clad in a great cloak, was a person, the hood thrown over their head to keep the merciless sun off them. Mark swallowed and took a deep breath before beginning to move forward. Was this Chester's agent? If he was, Mark had to be careful, because he'd been told the man was dangerous. He approached slowly, finally coming to a stop some five paces away, still facing the stranger's back. "Hello," he said faltering French. "My name is Mark. I have; sent; to you; today; for big help. I is need big help." "That you do, my friend," replied the person in a strangely lyrical voice. Then closed a small book of devotionals wwhich had clearly been studied and stood, still facing away. "That much is obvious, because your French is painful." Mark blushed in embarrassment as the translator bud told him what the person had said. Still concealed beneath their voluminous midnight-blue cloak, the mysterious person turned around and approached him. He resisted the urge to take a step back as the shrouded presence stood right in front of him. He couldn't help but notice the person was on the taller side, strange for a Parisian. Gloved hands pulled down the hood and Mark's eyes widened in amazement. Shining golden hair spilled in luxurious tresses down the person's back. The eyes were a dazzling blue, glinting with intelligence. The smile was serene, the teeth within white and perfect. Lady Alexandra. <

There was no JumboTron expose like what happened at the Coldplay concert, but it was a hotline that the mistress of the Nestlé CEO put him in "hot chocolate" by reporting his affair with a company employee. It's one thing when the CEO of a major comany makes a stupid work mistake, but what about the regular slobs? My Insane FL Nephew, "Pancho Guero", tells about the one Phillies fan who made the mistake of becoming a "Karen" at a FL Marlins game in FL where she demanded the home run ball a father grabbed for his son...on his birthday...claiming "squatter's rights"...and that was caught on the JumboTron and on ESPN.In this Weekend Episode...A Piece of My Mind… Build It & Confidence Will Come: DIY Projects Are the New “Confidence Boost” Millennials & Gen Z'ers NeedFired Nestlé CEO Was Outed By Mistress When She Found Him in Swiss Hotel With ANOTHER EmployeeSingles Are Dating Until They're ‘Hating' to Make Breakups EasierGuy Won 5K a Week Forever from Publishers Clearing House But the Company Went BankruptPeople Are Sharing Their Most STUPIDEST Mistakes at WorkGroup Of Hikers Got “High” Getting High—Needed To Be Rescued After A Debilitating Psychedelic Experience From Magic MushroomsWould You Try Sunscreen-Flavored Ice Cream?Philadelphia “Phillies Karen” Goes Viral For Stealing Home Run Ball From 10-y/o BoyPancho will respond to some relationship questions on dealing with the annoying laugh by a woman confessed she gets "easily annoyed" when she goes on a blind date and how to move out of the "friend zone" with a girl.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/insane-erik-lane-s-stupid-world--6486112/support.Real-time updates and story links are found on the TELEGRAM Channel at: https://t.me/InsaneErikLane  (Theme song courtesy of Randy Stonehill, ”It's A Great Big Stupid World”. Copyright ©1992 Stonehillian Music/Word Music/Twitchin' Vibes Music/ASCAP) Order your copy on the Wonderama CD from Amazon!

Ach, der Schmerz! Aïe, la douleur! Jeff's insanely rare, perpetually coveted, and newly repaired half-frame Alpa 10s has been lost by UPS. As you listen to the latest episode of our Smash Hit Podcast™, globally acclaimed yet eschewing of praise, spare a thought or a prayer for the grieving cohost!yes, the Alpa 10s half-cookie is MIA at UPS - should we be putting AirTags in our important packages?Gabe is obsessed with which film cameras were used by legendary photographers to take legendary shots - are you?Gabe went to the LA Camera Expo and came home with a slew of darkroom equipmentJeff got great results from Atlanta Film Co. with Kodak Vision 3, but is it worth the extra cost, time and effort?the Osiris F1 is a fun 'n' freaky ('n' patent-infringing?) film-processing robotwe urge you to check out the Cameradactyl Master System from mad scientist Ethan MosesGabe is back in the hunt for camera bags - his new obsession is the sexy, stylish and super-expensive Bleu de Chauffemeanwhile, Jeff's Strand Bookstore messenger bag is dirt cheap!we both flipped for Sissi Lu's new googly-eyed hang-tag lens clothJeff snapped up Langdon Clay Cars: New York City, 1974-1976 book shot with a Leica CL and Kodachrome 25 - yet everyone on Instagram thinks the pics are AI slop!Gabe found Jeff Bridges' elusive and highly prized Pictures Vol. 1 at Goodwill for six bucks!who sent Gabe a 110 camera? do tell!happy birthday to our friend Vance DeGeneres - check out his incredible New Orleans New Wave band The Cold!Los Angelenos! look into imstilldeveloping.com and the LA Camera Expo - Gabe will be there!and finally, we stick a pinky toe into the Prodigious Mailbag™

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Vidcast:  https://www.instagram.com/p/Czo9yNOrFDg/ We all love chocolate, but the latest Consumer Reports' exposé reveals that about one in every three chocolate products contains unacceptably high levels of the toxic heavy metals cadmium and lead.  These elements work wonderfully in batteries; not so well in your food or in your body.   The lead in tainted chocolate is most dangerous for the nervous systems of growing children and the fetuses growing within pregnant women.  Cadmium accumulates in the body and leads to weakened bones and kidney damage. Lead lands on the cocoa beans during processing. Cadmium originates from the soil in which the cocoa plants grow.  Ultimately, both toxins end up in all chocolate products, but in some more than others.  Then too, chocolate also contains some mercury and arsenic.   Consumer Reports uses California's Prop 65 maximal allowable levels of cadmium and lead in foods to define which products are unacceptably risky if consumed repeatedly.   Dark chocolate contains the highest heavy metal levels with 82% of dark chocolate bars missing the California safety limits.  Some bars contained metal levels in the so-called safe range including Divine 70%, Sam's Choice 85%, Ghirardelli 86% and 72%, Mast 80%, Tara 70%, and Valrhona Abinao 85%. Then the most toxic dark chocolate bars.  The highest in cadmium was Sam's Choice 70%.  The highest in lead were Perugina bars.  The highest in both cadmium and lead was Evolved Signature 72%. Turning to chocolate chips, Hu Dark Chocolate Gems and Target's Good & Gather contained too much lead.  None of the chips had excess cadmium. Cocoa powder?  Avoid Hersey's and Droste but Navitas, Nestle, Better Body, and 365 Whole Foods are in a safe range. Hot chocolate?  Avoid Nestle, Trader Joes, Starbucks, and Great Value-Walmart, but Ghirardelli and Swiss Miss are ok. All the brownie mixes except for Ghirardelli are ok.  Among the cake mixes, avoid Bob's Red Mill and Simple Mills. Bottom line:  moderate your dark chocolate intake and buy the brands with the least metallic content. https://www.consumerreports.org/health/food-safety/a-third-of-chocolate-products-are-high-in-heavy-metals-a4844566398/ #chocolate #lead #cadmium #darkchocolate #milkchocolate #cocoapowder #hotchocolate #brownies

Syra Marty, «Switzerlands most beautiful uncover girl!», ist die erste Schweizer Burlesque-Tänzerin. Mit einem Sternchen auf jeder Brust und einem zwischen den Beinen tanzt die lebenslustige Innerschweizerin durch die Nachtclubs dieser Welt und verdreht den Berühmten und Mächtigenden Kopf. Josephina Magdalena Marty wächst am Fusse der Rigi auf und erlangt als Stripteasetänzerin und Fotomodell in den 1950er-Jahren Weltruhm. Sie wird als eine der schönsten Frauen gefeiert. Gregory Peck und Frank Sinatra verehren sie. Miss Swiss Cheese hat unzählige Affären, liebt ihr Leben lang aber nur einen Mann. Die beiden verbringen eine einzige Nacht zusammen, dann trennen sich ihre Wege. Er ist verheiratet, und sie tourt als Nackttänzerin durch die Welt. Syra Marty. Das erstaunliche Leben einer erstaunlichen Frau, nach dem Roman «Syra, die Stripperin» von Margrit Schriber. «Dont miss the Swiss Miss. Youll yodel for more!» Mit: Yvonne Kupper (Syra alt), Karin Wirthner (Syra jung), Buddy Elias (Don), Ulrike Krumbiegel (Jenny), Hanspeter Müller-Drossaart (Billy Frick/Autofahrer/Vater), Graziella Rossi (Manuela della Rosa), Daniel Ludwig (Monsieur Antoine), Nicole Knuth (Barmaid), Daniel Mangisch (Gast), Kurt Grünenfelder (Gast), Helmut Vogel (Presse), Mara Zenhäusern (Nachrichtensprecherin), Julius Griesenberg (MC/Kellner/Gast) Musik: Till Löffler - Hörspielfassung: Margrit Schriber - Tontechnik: Mirjam Emmenegger - Regie: Karin Berri - Produktion: SRF 2015 - Dauer: 43

The Grouches are on to the next Best Original Screenplay winner with a little known 1944 picture from Switzerland called Marie-Louise

GÓÐAN DAGINN FIMMTUDAGINN! Algjörlega, fullkomlega og eingöngu þökk sé Ristorante, Sjóvá og Swiss miss þá erum við komnar aftur með opna þætti, tvo í mánuði fram að áramótum. Við erum þakklátar fyrir tækifærið og vonandi þið líka! Í þætti dagsins hlýtur ung áströlsk kona hræðileg örlög eftir að hafa sakleysislega ætlað að labba heim til sín. Langur og strangur þáttur, innilega hrottalegur og ég vildi óska að við værum betri við hvort annað. Fórnarlamb: Anita Cobby Í boði Ristorante, Sjóvá og Swiss Miss    

Sequoia Simone from Fanatical Fics and But Make it Scary FINALLY makes her debut on The Newest Olympian to finish up Ch. 2 and get through a good chunk of Ch. 3 of Percy Jackson and the Last Olympian! Topics include: NYC hanging, The Bad Film, John Wick Chapter 4, surprises, Victor Wembanyama, SpongeBob, Thomas Hobbes, Tyson's social skills, dolphins, Po-sigh-don, Kevin Durant, crawfish dynamics, Twitch plays Pokémon, Lobsterus, Craig the Arm Guy, Jeff Bridges Hair Stylist #3, Teddy Roosevelt, None Pizza with Left Beef, custom shirts, The Chiron Collection, Beckendorf's legacy, Michael Boo, Swiss Miss, the Chrysler Building, Leroy, and more!   Thanks to our sponsor, Tab For a Cause! Raise money for charity in the easiest way possible at www.tabforacause.org/tno    Per-See Ya Later! Merch: www.thenewestolympian.com/patreon  TNO LIVE (SEQUOIA WILL BE THE CHICAGO GUEST): www.thenewestolympian.com/live    — Find The Newest Olympian Online — • Website: www.thenewestolympian.com • Patreon: www.thenewestolympian.com/patreon • Twitter: www.twitter.com/newestolympian • Instagram: www.instagram.com/newestolympian • Facebook: www.facebook.com/newestolympian • Reddit: www.reddit.com/r/thenewestolympian • Merch: www.thenewestolympian.com/merch   — Production — • Creator, Host, Producer, Social Media, Web Design: Mike Schubert • Editor: Sherry Guo • Music: Bettina Campomanes and Brandon Grugle • Art: Jessica E. Boyd   — About The Show — Is Percy Jackson the book series we should've been reading all along? Join Mike Schubert as he reads through the books for the first time with the help of longtime PJO fans to cover the plot, take stabs at what happens next, and nerd out over Greek mythology. Whether you're looking for an excuse to finally read these books, or want to re-read an old favorite with a digital book club, grab your blue chocolate chip cookies and listen along. New episodes release on Mondays wherever you get your podcasts!

DID YOU KNOW na ang Swiss Miss, hindi pala gawa sa Switzerland? BOOM! Gulat ka ‘no? Kami rin! Magugulat din kayo sa ganda, saya, at pagka-heartwarming ng bago nating episode! Kwentuhang Switzerland at Pilipinas, pagiging Pinoy sa ibang bansa at pagiging Swiss sa Pilipinas, at ang halaga ng pagkakaibigan, gaano man kalayo ang pagitan. Lahat ‘yan, kasama ang isang creative, resourceful, at highly motivated individual, who enjoys planning and decorating events (ayon sa kanyang LinkedIn profile, hehe); isang International Business Management graduate with Marketing Analytics Minor, at isa sa OG Linya-Linya fan at Fellow-22 – KIMBERLY REYES! BOOOOOM! Catch up podcast effisode with a low maintenance friend. Listen up ‘yo!! 

EPISODE DESCRIPTION Tina Roth Eisenberg, also known as Swissmiss, started Creative Mornings in September of 2008, in New York City. She wanted to create an accessible, inspiring, morning event for creative people to meet. Today, there are Creative Mornings in more than 200 cities, about 70 countries across the globe, and it reaches 25,000 people per month. In addition to Creative Mornings, Tina is the founder of the designer temporary tattoo brand, Tatley, and the co-working community, Friends Work Here. In this episode, you'll learn: The beginnings of Creative Mornings How Tina has scaled it into the global brand that it is today Why we need to get back to making things just for fun Why you may want to consider financially supporting the organizations you love Full transcript and show notes Follow Tina on Twitter / Instagram / Blog Tina's Creative Mornings Website *** CONNECT

Former A Couple of N3rds performer, comedian, and genius of entertainment Ryan Cronin joins us for a game of trivia!Support the showWebsite: http://acoupleofn3rds.comInstagram: @acoupleofn3rdsEmail: hello@acoupleofn3rds.comLive shows every Tuesday 7-9pm at Brick House in Amherst, NY and every Wednesday 6-8pm at Spotted Octopus in Buffalo, NY!

Guest on the podcast is Carolina, AKA, LaPetiteADA, an influential member of the Cardano ecosystem. Carolina runs a stakepool called Granada that is connected to various projects, is active with the Cardano Neutral Carbon movement and is about to launch her own ISPO: Additionally,....LaPetiteAda will join the podcast as co-host in the very near future! Tune in to meet LaPetiteAda... Click "Show More", The Cardano Hotel Podcast produces videos of interviews about people in the Cardano blockchain ecosystem. #Cardano #cardanohotelpodcast If you would like to be our next guest feel free to contact us at: hotelcardano@gmail.com We welcome Cardano fans around the world to share your Cardano related story in an interview supported by your home-made videos. Please Subscribe to our channel and remember to give the video a "Thumbs Up". Channel Link: https://www.youtube.com/@CardanoHotelPodcast/ The Cardano Hotel Podcast is supported by a Stakepool. To support the channel please delegate to Stakepool "HOTEL” https://adapools.org/pool/pool17pv7m8h5dxsyt55upay8n8ake2cgcz4mcr737um2tl8d2wthzqr PLEASE JOIN OUR SOCIAL MEDIA https://www.facebook.com/cardanohotelpodcast Twitter: https://twitter.com/chotelpodcast Gmail: cardanohotelpodcast@gmail.com This channel is sponsored by “The CardanoVerse” https://cardanoverse.app a Metaverse dedicated to growing the Cardano community & ecosystem. Post Production & Editing by http://metavurtu.com

Ahh… the 80's. The days of Salmonella kisses and pizza cutter dreams! No matter how you slice it, levitating iguana's & ghostly apparitions of a Swiss Miss girl were the stuff of our childhood nightmares. Join Keri and Yvette as they marvel over Ruth Gordon's portrayal of a Smokin' Granny. SMOKING as in cigarettes! Jeez, get your minds out of the gutter. Episode 29-the made for TV movie Don't Go to Sleep (1982) is available now for your tender ears. Las Pesadillas Son Gratis!! Don't forget to Subscribe, Rate & Review! We thank you from the bottom of our black little hearts!

A Maine Mountain Monster is abducted by his old friends and must integrate himself back into society to fight a war against an incense-fueled town of hate. On Episode 545 of Trick or Treat Radio we welcome our brother MonsterZero back to the show as a regular host! MZ was gone for an entire year and we'll find out all the exciting things he's been up to. We also discuss the Swissploitation film, Mad Heidi from director Johannes Hartmann! So grab your finest aged cheeses, dust off your old collectors edition Rufus and Ronaldo mug, and strap on for the world's most dangerous podcast!Stuff we talk about: MZ returns!, incest running wild, Bull Moose, MZ stealing cats, tuck dance, Zombie Grrlz, Septic, catching MZ up on the events of the last year, Evil Dead Rise, Smile, Ash talking raw, digital vs shot on film, motivational speakers, young up and coming hungry young monster hunters, Bat Pussy, Kung Fu From Beyond the Grave, Terrifier 2, I Spit On Your Grave: Deja Vu, Swiss Miss, chocolate pudding, your doctor lying to you, nunsploitation, the different subgenres of exploitation, Mad Heidi, Trent Haaga, Johannes Hartmann, Astron 6, Grindhouse, 42nd St. sleaze, nazis with cheese, Sleepy Horror, Casper van Dien, Cam Newton with Lederhosen, CGI gore meets practical gore, Black Dynamite, Vanishing Point, Dirty Mary Crazy Larry, Russ Meyer, Chesty Morgan, revenge films, the definition of exploitation films, The Hero's Journey, The Swiss Luke Skywalker, the Barbarian Sisters, bratwurst with cheez, Ilsa: She Wolf of the SS, Ravenshadow's definition of an important film, ball gore, Time Bandits, Werner Herzog, Even Dwarves Started Small, Batman: Dying Is Easy, CVD, Hobo With a Shotgun, Fresh, Candy Land, who is it ok to lie to?, and an abundance of balls.Support us on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/trickortreatradioJoin our Discord Community: discord.trickortreatradio.comSend Email/Voicemail: mailto:podcast@trickortreatradio.comVisit our website: http://trickortreatradio.comStart your own podcast: https://www.buzzsprout.com/?referrer_id=386Use our Amazon link: http://amzn.to/2CTdZzKFB Group: http://www.facebook.com/groups/trickortreatradioTwitter: http://twitter.com/TrickTreatRadioFacebook: http://facebook.com/TrickOrTreatRadioYouTube: http://youtube.com/TrickOrTreatRadioInstagram: http://instagram.com/TrickorTreatRadioSupport the show

CHRISTMAS TIME IS HERE!!!! We couldn't let this season pass without celebrating A LOT! Join Mike and special Christmas guest Ida Mundell as they discuss everything Christmas! So gather around the fire and enjoy this special Christmas Episode of Maybe You're Like Me! Special thanks to our (not official) sponsors Swiss Miss, N*Sync Christmas Album and Kennith G.  Be sure to leave a glowing 5 star review and tell a friend about the good times to be had listening to Maybe You're Like Me!  For more info on the show visit -  maybeyourelikeme.com Instagram Facebook Youtube TikTok

Welcome to the Mess Hall Podcast, part of the Alberta Podcast Network, Locally grown. Community supported.  Lena, Avery, and Lucia taste products that are flavoured with other products: Cinnamon Toast Crunch cake and Swiss Miss chocolate drink, Dunkaroo pancakes, and Nutter Butter popcorn.  Our bonus items are Fuego Cinnamon Toast Crunch and a Duo Mocha Kitkat. Find Repodcasting here: Website: repodcasting.blubrry.net Facebook: Repodcasting Twitter: @repodcasting Instagram: @repodcasting Find us at  Twitter @themesshallpod Facebook @messhallpodcas Instrgram @messhallpod  email: messhallpodcast@gmail.com This episode of The Mess Hall Podcast is brought to you by Alberta Blue Cross.  Life as a business owner can be hectic, to say the least. Alberta Blue Cross understands that. They offer flexible health, dental, life and disability coverage for your employees. Even better, you can let your staff enroll and manage their coverage at any time, and on any device. That makes life easier for them and for you. You've got this when it comes to group coverage for your small business. And Alberta Blue Cross has got your back. To learn more and explore your options, head to www.ab.bluecross.ca This episode is brought to you by Park Power, your friendly, local utilities provider in Alberta. Offering Internet, Electricity, and Natural Gas with low rates, awesome service, and profit-sharing with local charities. Winter is coming and energy usage for all Albertans will be increasing, so now is a great time for listeners to look at their utility bills and ensure they are on the best plan. Albertans have a choice who they pay their utility bills to. Park Power is happy to provide free no-obligations comparisons. If you decide to switch providers, it's easy. And you can feel good knowing you are supporting a local business, and helping to give back to our communities with your utilities bills. Learn more at parkpower.ca  

On episode 27 of the self proclaimed 'best undiscovered beverage podcast ever', Mason + Adam chat about what drinks they are going to be enjoying going into the fall and winter season! They talk eggnog, flip cocktails, how Swiss Miss doesn't miss, winter wines, and brown spirits that are sure to keep you warm as the weather turns cold. Be sure to check out our new blog(coming soon), where our first post will highlight what Mason + Adam's loved ones are enjoying going into the holidays! If you enjoyed this podcast, please rate The Assemblage Beverage Podcast wherever you stream! New episodes out every other Thursday! New Website + Blog + Merch: https://www.assemblagebevco.com/ --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/assemblagebeveragepodcast/support

The Swiss-born, Brooklyn-based designer Tina Roth Eisenberg has, over the past 15 years or so, built a cult following of creatives around the world who, like her, constantly seek to connect, reflect, and grow together—and who view her as an inspirational curator and guide. In 2008, Eisenberg founded Creative Mornings, an egalitarian platform that hosts free talks and events, with chapters currently in 225 cities and 67 countries. A serial entrepreneur and the creator of the widely followed Swissmiss design blog, Eisenberg also founded that same year Studiomates in Brooklyn's Dumbo neighborhood; a predecessor to WeWork, it was the borough's first co-working space. (Eisenberg now operates the co-working space Friends Work Here in Brooklyn's Cobble Hill neighborhood.) Also over the past decade-plus, she has founded and launched the aptly named to-do list app Teux Deux and the temporary tattoo company Tattly, the latter of which she sold to Bic Group earlier this year.On this episode, Eisenberg talks with Spencer about why she views the idea of time as a farce, her spiritual belief that everything is vibration and energy, and her mantra of leading with a sense of gentleness and what she calls “an extra layer of love.”Special thanks to our Season 6 sponsor, L'ÉCOLE, School of Jewelry Arts.Tina Roth Eisenberg[18:58] Creative Mornings[25:53] Tattly[37:35] Studiomates[37:35] Friends Work Here[43:30] Fingerspitzengefühl[50:03] Time Well Spent[01:01:08] Swissmiss

Grocery Outlet Swiss Miss Lucky Charms Food Review. Original audio from a live stream event.

Hello mga, Kapitbahay! Another day, another episode! Kumusta tayo buhay pa ba? Kasi kami… char!We hope you're taking time for yourself these days. Marami tayong rason, para mapagod. Kaya kailangan din ng oras para sa sarili. For today's episode, pag-usapan natin ‘yan! Paano mo nga ba nirererewardan ang sarili mo? And how does this figures with our current situation and culture right now? Patapos na ang week so reward yourself with an extra-special episode of Kudazzers— Made sweeter by Swiss Miss! Kaya ano pang hinihintay niyo mga Kapitbahay??? Makikuda na! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

For our final interview of the year, we have something pretty special: a conversation between two co-creators of TeuxDeux. In our season one closer of Someday List, Cameron Koczon (Fictive Kin) sits down to interview Tina Roth Eisenberg, perhaps better known as SwissMiss, the creative force behind CreativeMornings, founder of Tattly, and of course, the co-creator of TeuxDeux. Together, they talk about building heart-open companies, learning to let go as a founder, and creating a sustainable work-life balance while running multiple businesses and parenting, on top of a global pandemic. Follow Tina on Twitter @swissmiss or on her blog. Join the world's largest face-to-face creative community, CreativeMornings.

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Ep 19! Hey, dudes! We're headed to the ranch for a TOPO CHICO HARD SELTZER + RANCH WATER FLIGHT with author TRACY DAWSON! We talk clean water gratitude, bean deliveries, dog water, hangovers vs hair of the dog, Oatly media shade, plus is Swiss Miss a Swish or Miss? And SO much more!

It’s Furry Friends Friday, sponsored by The Mason Jar Cafe, featuring Swiss from Berrien County Animal Control – Berrien County Government!   “Swiss”, also nicknamed “Swiss Miss” for her sweet and loving nature, is an energetic American Terrier mix puppy. She is roughly 5-6 months old, spayed and ready for her fur-ever home. Swiss is perfecting her manners. She has become quite the lady on her walks, and is diligently working to get house-breaking down. Swiss is very dog-friendly and would love to have a playmate. This wonderful girl keeps getting overlooked at the shelter. Swiss has been with us since June, so it’s her time to shine and find her perfect match! Please contact Berrien County Animal Control (1400 South Euclid Avenue, Benton Harbor, MI 49022) or 269-927-564 to learn more about our sweet little Swiss Miss! See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

It’s Furry Friends Friday, sponsored by The Mason Jar Cafe, featuring Swiss from Berrien County Animal Control – Berrien County Government!   “Swiss”, also nicknamed “Swiss Miss” for her sweet and loving nature, is an energetic American Terrier mix puppy. She is roughly 5-6 months old, spayed and ready for her fur-ever home. Swiss is perfecting her manners. She has become quite the lady on her walks, and is diligently working to get house-breaking down. Swiss is very dog-friendly and would love to have a playmate. This wonderful girl keeps getting overlooked at the shelter. Swiss has been with us since June, so it’s her time to shine and find her perfect match! Please contact Berrien County Animal Control (1400 South Euclid Avenue, Benton Harbor, MI 49022) or 269-927-564 to learn more about our sweet little Swiss Miss! See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Presented by the Mason Jar Café! Local. Organic. Farm Fresh. Every day! In the heart of the Benton Harbor Arts District. “Swiss”, also nicknamed “Swiss Miss” for her sweet and loving nature, is an energetic American Terrier

PAT BLANCHFIELD puts the death drive on autopilot to consider (with) us THE PERFECT PAIRING (2022), plus:  It's no big deal, it's just amnesia! THEME: "Fuck You If You Don't Like Christmas," from Crudbump, by Drew Fairweather PART ONE  Meet Pat Blanchfield! ... CGI soufflé ... Concussed? Take two Sauternes and one nap ... Pat's Brechtian cockfight Hallmark prom night ... Nordstrom piano ... There's a harp ... It's exploitably efficacious! ... Scrambled entertainment ... Cocoa in my T-bird ... Am I responding to this properly? ... Small things with big eyes ...       Break: "Amado Mio," by Pink Martini  PART TWO   Cast Rundown ... The Expositional Challenge: Deracinated! ... Plot Mop-Up: Undercover food blogger; it's just amnesia; ice wine gala ... A Homer Car plot ... Letters to Santa ... The Swagony of Defeat: Teutonic backstory, Hallmark wine club, Hollingbrook Vineyard ... Wack ice wine tradition ... 'An Ortolan Christmas' ... Wines That Rock ... Danica McKellar Air Fryer ... Hallmark Iberico ... Selling out to booze ... Journalismism: Blogger's half-mil' table; Apocalypse Now dossier; rec-room office; Sonic the Editor ...             Break: Original music by Chris Collingwood PART THREE  Spot the Angel: Cherubic moppet; ex writing partner ... Eat Your Heart Out: Dialectical tension; recipes as fixation; anti-savory bias; having cake and Lacanian impossibility too; "Thanksgiving without turkey"; Swiss Miss; wine vat ... Limiting amnesia expertise ... Female race memory ... Reunited with norms via head trauma ... Bed tantrum ... "Dessert Enthusiast" ... We're doing tropes here! ... Self-aware breakup ...  Break: "Sugar Sugar," performed by Amber Burdick PART FOUR  The Hallmark Expanded Universe: Hudson Valley to PNW; Hallmark adds a wine section; Murder, She Baked; wine competitions, upstate New York bogs ... Drew Bledsoe ... Overdetermined: CJ's stilettos; knock on head; happy accidents; mom's grapes; predetermined spontaneity; yanked by the scruff; triple ice wine! ... Overdetermined Eurostep ... Crossover: Intertext!; lousy with Proust; The Transporter chained to his vomit; Get Out-iverse peripheral family; Ghislaine; Ready or Not; America's Heads Got Trauma ...   Break: "Ring My Bell," by Anita Ward  PART FIVE The Hallmark Voight-Kampff Test: "Get What You Give"; Falcon Beach; Kevin, Stonks guy; no second chance; Diane, the Roy ... Great Moments in Moppetry Rating: 3.5, or "Dimple Coach, I have a high motor and feel guilty from head hugs" ... Who's the Real Villain?: CJ; rage-bait media incentives; Michael and the bloodsucking media; undiagnosed heart death ... Spontaneous beverage distributor joy ... Jeb needs work ... Title/Sequel: Name implies chemistry; near title-drop; mom-killing review; trad-wife transitioner; omitted amnesia; The Latest Vintage ... Rating: 3 ... Zero chemistry, offensive politics, artlessly done, enjoyable ...  Break: Original music by Chris Collingwood PART SIX The Leftovers: IMDB Dive: Art Hindle, Nazneen Contractor, workmanlike; the Book of Saw ... Michael closes the convertible ... Flawless eyeliner ... Inappropriate casual footwear ... Steal your bag! ... Don McBrearty, Hot Wheels and "Gay or Straight: Is There a Choice?" ... Three-rows of vineyard ... Polka, Polka, Polka! ... Oompacore ... Art Hindle jacket game ... Lenmom's Tomb or bitcoin farm? ... Sassy Squids ... Plugs! ... Merry Christmas!   All other music by Chris Collingwood of Look Park and Fountains of Wayne, except: "Orchestral Sports Theme" by Chris Collingwood and Rick Murnane and "You Get What You Give" by New Radicals. Follow Pat on Twitter: @PatBlanchfield Pre-order Pat's book here. Take a class with Pat here!

On today's episode of Magical Moments Jill interviews Tina Roth Eisenberg! Tina is a designer and has a design blog called Swiss Miss, she is the founder of Creative Mornings which is a global Face To Face creative community and event platform. Tina is the founder of Tattly, a temporary tattoo company that showcases artists and incredible designers!!! She has founded Teux Deux, a technology organizational tool! She has an incredible co-working space called Friends Work Here in the heart of Boerum Hill Brooklyn.  She is a mom to two beautiful children, 1 cat and 1 dog.  Tina has been in the spotlight as a speaker for TED, Adobe, and so many creative platforms.  She is a community leader and my neighbor here in Fort Greene!!!  I honestly don't know how were are going to fit all of Tina's joy into one show... she is expansive, creative, a connector and the truest form of inspiration!Please enjoy this episode! Like it, share it and have the most MAGICAL DAY!!! 

The growth of the parallel economy. (0:26) The slap heard 'round the world. (11:35) There are so many insane responses over the Florida Parental Rights in Education Bill for something that it doesn't even say. (17:57) The dean of Washburn college made some incongruent statements concerning free speech. (36:19) Arizona sisters go to Switzerland clinic for assisted suicide. (43:37) The head of the FBI Cyber Security has no idea where Hunter Biden's laptop is and no idea who to ask concerning its contents or the impact it may have on our national security. (47:55) Randy was wrong on how the Russians would defeat Ukraine. And just in case you don't know who Bowe Bergdahl is… (53:45) #disney #LGBT #DontSayGay #Russia #Ukraine

Hello friends! Tonight you'll be taking a relaxing journey to Switzerland. And your tour guide?... It's perfect guest, Pooja Reddy. Sleep tight!This episode is about...  diplomatic immunity, spicy prawn chips, "Russian Water", Tom Hanks but make it Jerry, the most expensive ski destination, Marvin Gaye and Chardonnay,  being the MOST dressed, scrabble, G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S, playing basketball in stilts, and a dog with a weave. Born in Brooklyn and confusingly raised in rural Kentucky, Pooja Reddy is a stand-up comedian and writer currently living in New York City. A recovering government employee under the Obama Administration, Pooja now performs her writing at venues such as Caveat NYC, Union Hall, The PIT Theatre, and any bar basement in Brooklyn and Manhattan with a microphone. Pooja hosts and curates two poppin' stand-up shows called Sweeties and Boom Booms and Kutti Gang, a showcase for South Asian comedians. You can follow her aspirations to be an Instagram Influencer @pooreddy. 

Every city has things that you MUST see! This episode answers the questions: What are your must-see moments in Geneva? I also detail our crazy trip to the Olympic Museum in Lausanne. There are countless references to Switzerland back home that made us super excited for this trip to Geneva. (Swiss Rolls, Swiss Miss, Swiss Army; lolz)  Each episode this week will highlight our S.E.X.Y Guide to Geneva (linked here) with stays, eats, experiences and your must-see unforgettable moments around the city. Buckle up and stay tuned throughout week for stories and information that will help you plan your visit soon.  ----more---- Mentions:  S.E.X.Y Guide to Geneva Olympic Museum (Lausanne)  Flower Clock  Pont du Mont Blanc Sunset View ----more---- THEME MUSIC: You're Listening to Lotrería by Bardo You can find more Music from Bardo on Spotify, TiDAL, Apple music and Soundcloud Bardo is an acclaimed “student of music with a global perspective”. By drawing on international inspiration, Bardo has a stand out multilingual sound, in part, provided by his four-piece band, Allied Forces To get more Bardo Music, merch, and updates visit.  whereisbardo.com

Experiences over stuff is a true millennial mantra and Geneva has plenty of things to check off your bucket-list. This episode answers the questions: What should you experience in Geneva? - Check out some regional attractions and pitstops we made while visiting Geneva and Lausanne.  There are countless references to Switzerland back home that made us super excited for this trip to Geneva. (Swiss Rolls, Swiss Miss, Swiss Army; lolz)  Each episode this week will highlight our S.E.X.Y Guide to Geneva (linked here) with stays, eats, experiences and your must-see unforgettable moments around the city. Buckle up and stay tuned throughout week for stories and information that will help you plan your visit soon.  ----more---- Mentions:  S.E.X.Y Guide to Geneva Men's Club for Good times UN Alley of Flags Geneva Conservatory and Botanical Garden Olympic Museum (Lausanne)  ----more---- THEME MUSIC: You're Listening to Lotrería by Bardo You can find more Music from Bardo on Spotify, TiDAL, Apple music and Soundcloud Bardo is an acclaimed “student of music with a global perspective”. By drawing on international inspiration, Bardo has a stand out multilingual sound, in part, provided by his four-piece band, Allied Forces To get more Bardo Music, merch, and updates visit.  whereisbardo.com

The right bite at the right time can make or break a trip. This episode answers the questions: Where should you eat?  Check out some regional delicacies and pitstops we made while visiting Geneva and Lausanne.  There are countless references to Switzerland back home that made us super excited for this trip to Geneva. (Swiss Rolls, Swiss Miss, Swiss Army; lolz)  Each episode this week will highlight our S.E.X.Y Guide to Geneva (linked here) with stays, eats, experiences and your must-see unforgettable moments around the city. Buckle up and stay tuned throughout week for stories and information that will help you plan your visit soon.  ----more---- Mentions:  S.E.X.Y Guide to Geneva Sleepy Bear Coffee  White Horse Restaurant Pub  Casa Nostra - Geneva  (italian) Les Gruyerien by Les Antiquaries ----more---- THEME MUSIC: You're Listening to Lotrería by Bardo You can find more Music from Bardo on Spotify, TiDAL, Apple music and Soundcloud Bardo is an acclaimed “student of music with a global perspective”. By drawing on international inspiration, Bardo has a stand out multilingual sound, in part, provided by his four-piece band, Allied Forces To get more Bardo Music, merch, and updates visit.  whereisbardo.com

This episode answers the questions: Where should you stay?  We chose the AirBnb listing linked here in the Saint-Gervais Les Bergues neighborhood. There are countless references to Switzerland back home that made us super excited for this trip to Geneva. (Swiss Rolls, Swiss Miss, Swiss Army; lolz)  Each episode this week will highlight our S.E.X.Y Guide to Geneva (linked here) with stays, eats, experiences and your must-see unforgettable moments around the city. Buckle up and stay tuned throughout week for stories and information that will help you plan your visit soon.  ----more---- Mentions:  S.E.X.Y Guide to Geneva Cornavin Station Peter's Trendy Apartment (airbnb) Saint-Gervais Les Bergues  Pont du Mont Blanc (where the Rhone River and Lake Geneva meet) ----more---- THEME MUSIC: You're Listening to Lotrería by Bardo You can find more Music from Bardo on Spotify, TiDAL, Apple music and Soundcloud Bardo is an acclaimed “student of music with a global perspective”. By drawing on international inspiration, Bardo has a stand out multilingual sound, in part, provided by his four-piece band, Allied Forces To get more Bardo Music, merch, and updates visit.  whereisbardo.com

There are countless references to Switzerland back home that made us super excited for this trip to Geneva. (Swiss Rolls, Swiss Miss, Swiss Army; lolz) This episode answers the questions: Why Geneva? and What do you need to know before booking your trip? Each episode this week will highlight the S.E.X.Y Guide to Geneva (linked here) with stays, eats, experiences and your must-see unforgettable moments around the city. Buckle up and stay tuned throughout week for stories and information that will help you plan your visit soon.  ----more---- Why Geneva? Mont Blanc UN Alley of Flags & Broken Chair Ariana Museum The Geneva Water Fountain Olympic Museum (Lausanne)  Mentions:  Cornavin Station Lausanne Station Mountain Drop-Offs ----more---- THEME MUSIC: You're Listening to Lotrería by Bardo You can find more Music from Bardo on Spotify, TiDAL, Apple music and Soundcloud Bardo is an acclaimed “student of music with a global perspective”. By drawing on international inspiration, Bardo has a stand out multilingual sound, in part, provided by his four-piece band, Allied Forces To get more Bardo Music, merch, and updates visit.  whereisbardo.com

Season 2 and 2022 starts here! Jeff and Chris have a lot of new things to talk about. It's a new season of Fresh and Uncooked and a lot of new food items are coming out. This episode the guys talk about Taco Bell's subscription service, Martha Stewart has a new restaurant, grocery delivery and Swiss Miss, Outback Steakhouse, and plant based Chorizo and Fried Chicken. There is a lot to take in so get started now...It's episode 24 of Fresh and Uncooked! Email us: freshuncookedpodcast@gmail.comFollow us on Twitter! https://twitter.com/freshuncookedCheck out our Instagram!https://www.instagram.com/freshuncooked/We are on TikTok!https://www.tiktok.com/@freshuncookedpodcast?lang=en

The guys bring the snack pile yet again.  Aaron forgets who he is on this weeks episode. We have a special guest and an early exclusive. 

On today's podcast I am joined by my good friend David Noble, back home for Christmas, and ready for Swiss Miss. We have some lengthy discussions about summoning demons, comedy and tragedy, 9/11, porkloafs, and other delightful topics- as well as catch up on some old bidness. www.theobscurecurio.com

This is the first (and hopefully the last) movie we're covering by the Never-Billion Brothers AKA 18 Time Losers AKA The Coen Brothers. NO COUNTRY FOR OLD MEN is boring, long and RANDOM AF. The villain looks like Swiss Miss and there's 0 hits on the soundtrack.  But there is still a cool premise, and some cool guns and car stuff! Listen in to see how we fixed it.

DO YOU GET THE JOKE OF THE TITLE? PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU DID, I TOOK A WEIRD PLEASURE IN FINDING A WAY TO LINK IT ALL. See, it's like Mary Had A Little Lamb, except Little Debbie instead of Mary. "Lamb" is necessary because of the Pretz flavor, and LD is necessary because of the news. Then I removed it one step further and replaced the descriptor "Little" with "Miss", because of Swiss Miss being featured as well. I guess it's less of a joke and more of an exercise in stringently linking wildly unrelated topics. Rate, subscribe, shoot me suggestions and compliments at snackmaster71.6@gmail.com Opening theme: Hideki Naganama -- Something Jazzy For Your Mind News theme: Mario Paint -- Creative Exercise Review theme: Wii Shop Channel theme Closing Themes: Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney -- Psyche-Lock theme Hideki Naganama -- Get Enuf