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Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 27 Appreciation? In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             Children must face the scrutiny of their parents     The Dining Hall was almost a relief. That relief died the moment I saw the banner over the front of the serving area in the Hall. 'Zane Appreciation Day'. Since every word was spelled correctly, it wasn't some stunt of Rio's, but beyond that, the list of suspects was too large to consider. This could be a genuine outpouring of acceptance and sympathy for what I had endured here. If you believe that, I have to ask you: 'Do you want your leprechaun pissing Guinness or Irish Malt?'   Most likely, this was going to be some sort of humiliation, and I think I knew the flavor, and I definitely knew how to find out. See, in every seat of the Dining Hall was a big, bowling ball sized white box with a name and secured with a gold and green ribbon, so no cheating; no peeking. That last bit didn't deter me, though. I snuck up on the box marked for Holiday Carpenter.   "Zane, does that have your name on it?" Virginia Goodswell asked me, my English teacher and Spiritual Advisor. Hell, if it had been Mrs. Marlowe, I would have opened it anyway, but Virginia was my buddy so her next question didn't mean to stab a stake of regret through my heart. "Where is Vivian?"   "I left my room before she was done." I looked to the ground while I kicked some imaginary dust off the slate floor.   "Why don't you see if she's been calling you?" she suggested. "She's probably worried." Worried, or homicidal because, ya know, I had sort of run off without my phone, wallet, watch, book bag, or anything else a 21st century student might need.   "I ran away like a big, fat chicken," I confessed. "Anything not glued to my body I left behind."   "I'll give her a call." She pulled out her phone and hit speed dial #2. I crap since her sick mother is probably #1. I am such a big problem for her, she has my guardian on speed dial! "That is Holiday Carpenter's box, Zane, not yours. Besides, there are strict instructions to not open the boxes until instructed."   The panicky response I overheard from Virginia's conversation with Vivian hardly helped my mood. She wanted to know if Virginia knew where I was, she did; that I was okay, I was; and finally, what upset me, because the other girls weren't talking but apparently Mercy had started slapping Barbie Lynn around until Rio and Val pulled her off. Now, that made less than no sense. Wasn't that supposed to work the other way around?   Virginia did a double check and sure enough, Mercy had slammed Barbie Lynn into an open wardrobe on my behalf, and Rio and Val had pulled her back. WTF! I am sure that Rio was right beside me on that one. Vivian triple checked that I was physically and mentally okay and she sounded so disappointed, in herself, as she did so. She was bringing my stuff; yes, I am an earthworm. Virginia promised for me that I would remain here until she arrived.   Some stupid gesture like a loud public apology, done on bended knee, was blatantly unfair to Vivian, who only meant the best for me. I made a quick apology, not trying to meet her eyes as I said the words and took my stuff. All of 'my' girls seemed equally subdued. A minute after we had garnered our victuals, Vivian put a hand on my elbow.   "Don't be so hard on yourself, Zane," Vivian smiled warmly at me. "You take a lot of stress and pressure on yourself. I understand that from time to time you need to take in a tiny bit of private space for yourself. Clearly, you can't schedule any such time because nothing around you stays a secret for very long and no one respects your privacy or even asks what you need."   "Vivian," I was puzzled, "you deserve to be righteously pissed with me. You are my Guardian and I promised to stay by you or at least tell you where I was."   "Zane, we let you down," Vivian assured me. "It is your dorm room and we are your guests, and we have been rather poor guests at that."   "How about we call a truce?" I offer.   "I can live with that," Vivian smiled.   "Cut the Kumbaya-time, kids," Rio snorted derisively. "Zane, what the fuck happened with Mercy?" Rio playfully punched Mercy's arm to emphasize her uncertainty.   "Rio, Bro, drop it," I asked sincerely. "Act like it didn't happen." Rio studied me a second, then got this wickedly evil grin.   "What the hell are you talking about, Glenda?" she hefted the box up then shook it. "It seems my damn box is glued shut. Are we celebrating one thousand cunts licked by you, or what?"   Because Rio rarely expounded at a level below full volume, next thing we hear is Mrs. Marlow snapping, "Ms. Talon, watch your language; there are good Christian women being forced to sit within the sound of your voice!"   "Gotcha, Ms. Mouthful," Rio snapped off with a snap and a finger raised up like a pistol in the air.   "What did you say?" Marlowe closed the distance.   "She was repeating what I pointed out," I turned and smiled. "I said that you really had it going together this morning; that you were more than a mouthful. That's a hip/trending term to describe someone who is expressing themselves through clothing and make-up."   "You are lying, Mr. Braxton," she snarled.   "You are probably right, as I do so to you on general principle, but good luck proving it in student court," I grinned right back. We locked wills and she blinked first.   "Ms. Phillips," Marlowe turned on Vivian, "what are you going to do about this?"   "Zane and Rio, would you please apologize for being rude and insensitive to an educator who only wishes the best for the student body?" Vivian requested.   "I so apologize," I bowed my head.   "I so apologize as well," Rio tacked on. Only after Marlowe had gone to spread love and sunshine somewhere else did Rio lean across me and whisper to Vivian.   "You rock!" Rio giggled gleefully. After all, Rio and I had not apologized to Mrs. Marlowe because neither one of us believed for a minute that she was 'an educator who only wishes the best for the student body'. To that nameless entity, we owed a debt, and to Mrs. Marlow we owed a generous 'fuck you,' and Vivian had made it all possible.   "Why, thank you, Rio," Vivian nodded her acceptance of Rio's praise. "Jesus is the Peacemaker and we all should attempt to emulate his teachings."   "So, I still don't get to lick you senseless?" Rio snickered.   "No, no, you don't," Vivian smiled, even though she didn't look at either of us. Vivian's going to rock as a mom.   The next half hour passed quietly. Everyone was curious about the boxes but no one was too worried until a rumor suddenly appeared. When it was suggested that they might have to put on bikinis, the fear set in. I blamed, I don't know but I wish I had thought of it. I was still kicking myself for the missed opportunity when my alien with the right face black and left face white shows up with the right face white and left face black, Mhain and Millicent.   "Death Match and you get to referee," Rio teased me. "I'm so jealous; 500 bucks on the one with the soul." Mhain glared hate at us while Millicent looked more than amused.   "Zane, come with us," Mhain gloated. I figured that somehow my ordeal was coming to an end so I'd play along. I rose and they steered me to the largest exit, flanking me.   Christina and Company grabbed their boxes and jumped up quickly to follow me, though they looked as confused as I was, confirming none of them were the architect of my discomfort. No sooner had we stepped into the cool, sunlit lawn than everyone's phone rang, except mine. I was loving this, right up there with having sandpaper buffing my sunburned abs.   "Open the box and follow the instructions," Christina informed me. "Is anyone going to do this?" My phone vibrated once, then my whole body tingled before I could respond to the call.   "I am," Mhain gloated. "I was promised something." She knelt and opened her box with enthusiasm; the others did likewise but at a more sedate pace.   What came out of each box was almost identical, different only in the anatomical part of the body indicated by the instructions. The objects were all grapefruit-sized fur-balls that made darling little squeaks, squeals and murmurs, amongst other sympathetic noises, all in tiny little voices. They were to be placed on my body, but I didn't know how that would work.   "Are we going to do this?" Chastity began to say.   "It isn't sticky," Hope was also saying when Mhain's flew out of her hand and hit the side of my left knee. She reached out carefully to retrieve hers while the other girls circled in. The little darlings were proving to be resilient little bastards. Several more leapt at me from the hands of their owners.   All this time the furry grapefruit were giving little 'wee!' noises when they shot at me and screeched like demons when they were removed, which was painful when they were on my flesh. I knew who was responsible and she was going to pay, but not right now. I saw my closest allies pulling back.   "TLM, Christina," I sighed in resignation. "Let's get this over with." I was being totally self-sacrificial; girls were starting to pile-up on us coming out of the Dining Hall. I didn't want a riot. Mhain had technically tagged me first but not in the designated spot, so I had Christina go first, she put one over my heart, not that I thought Cordelia was stupid, but now she was just piling it on.   Mhain went next and she was sizzling and excited, she put it on my lips, shutting me up. At least the girls were polite and organized enough to come at me patiently. A few didn't get the 'memo' and their little rug rats slipped out of their owner's grasp and got to play gleeful kamikaze as they plowed into me.   It didn't hurt but I had this secret fear that the tiny terrors would sprout fangs and tear into me. These little guys were murmuring and mumbling and it wasn't until I was truly buried that a horrific realization was made, the more that were on me, the greater their clinging power. In retrospect, this would have been more useful if we hadn't passed the 700 mark.   I looked like a puffy, overweight, Sasquatch baby. I could move but sitting down was a dream, as was running or going to the bathroom. The damn things wouldn't shut up either. It fell to Hope and Iona to hurry me (as much as possible) to Assembly; you know that place where I 'sit' in front. At least no one could ask me anything with the expectation of receiving an answer.   I no longer wondered how bad it could get; I knew it would get worse, and while I didn't know how, I knew it would be soon. At the start of Assembly my little friends joined in the singing, not using words but in the tinny little noises they made, though admittedly they were enthusiastic and determined. But it gets worse.   There was a discussion on stage after that fiasco about removing me. Chancellor Bazz wanted me gone; Vice Chancellor Scarlett was not in attendance but Virginia took up my cause. After all, it wasn't my fault, she claimed.   "Well, Black, do something," the first three rows heard Bazz demand of our Head of Security.   "I am not an engineer or a chemist," Black replied. "Do you want me to shoot them off him?"   Oh, yeah, my girl Bazz wanted that, so bad. Of course, what she really wanted was for Black to miss, but that wasn't going to happen. Finally, the teachers decided to soldier on. When Chancellor Bazz stepped up to begin services, the frightening fur-balls belted out 'Hail to the Chief.'   No one said a word, not a murmur. Chancellor Bazz stopped and the munchkin chorus stopped too. Two more starts later and she gave up and grudgingly took the 'praise' from my infestation. They were good throughout the message and sermon but took up 'Hail to the Chief' when she tried to leave the podium.   "Do something!" she screamed at Black. This time, Gabrielle sedately headed my way. I didn't want to think of the pain coming my way. My little buddies had my back. When she got within five feet the all screamed, and I mean SCREAMED, in the loudest cacophony most of us present had ever heard. I saw something I thought I would never see; Gabrielle flinched.   Not so oddly, I was fine, hearing almost nothing. The little guys on my ears soaked up the sound so I received a very watered-down version of what they were doing. Gabrielle fell back and at the five foot mark, the little guys shut up, mostly. They seemed to be making comforting noises to one another, like one Zane-sized colony of brown mold.   "Get away from him; just get away from him," good old Doctor Melrose Bazz pleaded as she moved her hands away from her ears. "Braxton, you stop this right now." I had a wee beastie on my mouth and Bazz was not on the small list of people I would devour this thing for. If she's looking for a conversation today, she's out of luck. She throws her hands up in desperation and starts to storm off. My little cock-sucking furry gonads (yes, I was getting angry) fired up 'Hail to the Chief' yet again, and kept at it until she sat down. Virginia got to thinking it's appropriate to call for the end of this travesty but she's dealing with Cordelia Dresden, Top Gun of the Time Lord Mafia. The weapon of choice; 'She's a Lady' by some guy named Tom Jones, the ladies in my life will inform me about this later.   For a half a second she tries to fight her smile but she surrenders, even letting the little guys go through the entire score before talking. The little tinny voices were humming a song I didn't know but damn it, it made me want to take Virginia out to a smoky Jazz club and dance until the sun came up. Virginia actually started tapping her foot to rhythm and I began thinking I might not be able to beat Cordelia. I'm not used to that sensation.   "Okay, now, whoever is doing this has put Zane through enough and should remember that we should, as Christians, make students feel safe and not make them subjects of humiliation," Virginia addressed the student body. "I think we can end Assembly fifteen minutes early today for a little bit of Christian charity. We can do it at Zane's first class, 204 Denning Hall."   By the way, I apparently have a play list. As Virginia headed back, the fella's changed it up with 'Baby Got Back'. I wanted to die. Virginia Goodswell has a truly fine ass, of this there is no doubt, I often compare it to Barbie Lynn's, but please. Virginia stopped, turned toward me with a dazzling smile and waggled her finger at me, then resumed her way to her seat.   How is any of this my fault? I imagine I was lucky it wasn't the Thong Song. I would have died, then come back as the undead to take Cordelia to hell with me. It was with some relief that Vivian and Hope rallied to my side. They had to both keep other students away, the other girls loved poking me in different critters to make them call out in different pitches and tenors, which was pleasant to hear if you liked overdosing on helium.   Surprise, surprise; no one came to my succor before English class. I couldn't sit down. Okay, I tried, but any part of my body that bent or that I sat on screamed bloody murder until I got off of it or stopped putting on the press. I've heard about girlfriends like this but I've always assumed I would have the courage to jump out of a 50 story building to escape.   What do you do if they come with you when you jump besides basking in the vicarious thrill that comes from crushing half of them beneath you before you go? I managed to do okay standing in the rear of the class, only once giving in to the crushing fatigue of holding my arms somewhat elevated for two hours. The two under my arms were especially cooperative and didn't get too vocal when my arms did slip to my sides.   I couldn't do a thing about the occasional girl twisting in her seat but either Raven's glare or Goodswell's cough brought their eyes forward once more. At the end of class, Virginia decided to call Ms. Black and have her take me to the Vice Chancellor's office to end this matter. Vivian and Mercy provided support while Gabrielle kept her distance and cleared a path.   Rio helped out by playing my musical miscreants as if they were a drum set while some part of the 700 members of my new posse and I yelled at her to leave us alone. She really is my best friend. My tragically slow pace was not my friend and everyone had to depart for their classes before I finished the arduous travel to the Administration Building. Gabrielle's eyes measuring you for a casket is a remarkable motivator but didn't stop Rio from blowing a kiss to her "Mi Negro Naughtiness". I know, I know; one day, Rio is just going to vanish without a trace.   "Ms. Reveal, I need an emergency meeting with the Vice Chancellor," Ms. Black requested of Doctor Scarlett's personal assistant. Ms. Reveal didn't miss Gabrielle keeping her distance from me. She did make the call and I noticed the pictures of Ms. Mittens were still in evidence.   "Who are you inside that suit?" Ms. Reveal asked me.   I guess she assumed I wasn't a real baby Sasquatch; I was really a baby Sasquatch disguised as a half-baked marshmallow. If three geeks and a man working beneath his means jump out at me with proton-packs, I am running for my life, which is to say 'I'm going to die.'   "This is Zane. He is not being rude, he can't speak," Ms. Black was kind enough to cover for me.   "Oh, I understand," Ms. Reveal nodded, but in such a way that expressed she didn't understand anything. "You two can go in now," she said several awkward seconds later.   "Zane, you move as close to Ms. Reveal's desk as you can while I get the door for you," Gabrielle instructed me. "Come in when I call for you."   I'm sure Marisol Reveal was curious as to why Gabrielle was dancing around me, trying to keep her distance. We almost made it; right as she made it to the doorway, Doctor Scarlett opened the door and attempted to see what the delay was. She was actually putting an award on a shelf she had just received, the reason she missed Assembly, if you find that suspicious, and was placing it on a shelf near the door.   Gabrielle responded as any slightly unbalanced killer would do; she spun around, pulled out her gun from the unseen Realm of the Gods of War, and pointed it at the stunned Victoria. That took her one half-step too close to me and my little fellas let the world know it. I will give them this much; they were still defending my eardrums.   By the way Marisol was holding her ears as her tears flowed down her face it must have been pure agony for her since I was right next to her. Gabrielle scoped up Victoria and sprinted into her office and they obediently shut up.   "Za-, Zane, what was that?" Marisol blathered. Since the furry meatball gone bad was still on my lips and I hadn't become that hungry, I kept my silence.   "Zane!" Gabrielle called for me. I did my best to shrug but it wasn't like I had a neck anymore so I don't know what she made of my movement. I shuffled to the door and got a few good squeaks as I moved inside. I was more than a little disturbed by the reaction I received from Doctor Scarlett when she saw me from her seat behind her desk. She looked at me and I swear, hand to my heart, she had an orgasm.   "You are covered in Tribbles," she gasped. I had no fucking clue what a Tribble is but apparently, I was in the vast minority. I staggered forward and since Gabrielle was on the right side of the room, I angled to the left. I move halfway around Doctor Scarlett's desk so that Gabrielle could go close the door, where she took up post and, from what happened next engaged a Romulan Cloaking Device, whatever the Muggle-tech that is.   Victoria was in some sort of dream-like trance. When she started stumbling around the desk toward me, I waited for the musical assault that never came. To my credit, I caught on in a second. If these creatures existed, singing wasn't their normal activity, and Cordelia wanted these little 'Squeaky Meals' to be as real as possible, for Victoria. I was nothing but bait.   Victoria reached out to caress the same one Christina had placed over my heart. The little bugger cooed and Victoria clamped her thighs together to contain another orgasm that coursed through her loins. Cool, all I have to do to feel the wonders of Victoria Scarlett is dress myself in furry grapefruit. I'm kicking myself for not seeing this obvious ploy.   She touches more and each makes a subtly different purr of pleasure. This goes on and on until she's cuddled up against me, her arms stroking over my back and rubbing her left leg up and down mine.   "Vice Chancellor, you do realize Zane Braxton is TRAPPED inside those, contraptions," Gabrielle sounds the slightest bit peeved.   The troops all make those little high-pitched notes of longing as Victoria retreats a few steps, bringing Victoria almost to the point where she launches herself back into me to comfort her little friends. I am second fiddle to a discombobulated guinea pig; sometimes a man can feel pretty small.   "Okay. How did this happen to you, Zane?" Victoria asked.   "He cannot talk; one of those Tribbles is attached to his lips," Black stated, "by an unknown force. Before you ask; I am not an engineer or chemist." Victoria made this adorable little 'o' expression, then reached for an offending Tribble.   "It hurts him to remove them," Gabrielle got out just in time.   "Does it hurt the Tribble?" Victoria inquired. Gee, thanks, Vic.   "Hold your ears," Gabrielle commanded. Well, I couldn't comply, and Victoria had only started to scream 'stop' when Gabrielle materialized a knife and speared 'Diddley-boo' off my shoulder.   I heard the little guy's death wail, then his death rattle, as Gabrielle pulled him/her away until she was out of screaming range. Diddley-boo? No, I have no idea what his/her name really was but I'm going to have ICE check his immigration status when all of this is over, wait, I can't do that; Gabrielle wacked the little snot and giving her up to the Feds is a great way to create many widows and orphans. Diddley-boo was still twitching erratically while Victoria was stuck between ecstasy and horror.   "You are a Klingon agent!" Victoria gasped as she pointed an accusatory finger at Gabrielle. I am vaguely aware that they are the stock-villains of Star Trek Universe and this odd snapshot of rightly tight, athletic buns in tighter pants, but the reference memory for the scene escapes me. By the facial reaction Gabrielle gives, Victoria just called candy sweet, or jalapenos hot; she appreciates the comparison.   All the surviving members of the Tribble tribe wept a cacophony of pain and loss. I would have had more sympathy if their moans had not been vibrating my body like a jello mold.   "Romulan," Gabrielle countered; the other stock Trekkie villains, but they have better teeth. First amongst our Honored Dead, DB hardly quivers as Ms. Black dissects it.   It bleeds/oozes and appears to be a living organism of some kind, but Gabrielle points to several electronic devices, a CPU, and wires connecting all kinds of things inside the organic body.   "It is an organic husk over a sensory/auditory device," Gabrielle tried to explain.   "Oh, my God," Victoria's mind worked feverish to defy reality, "they've been turned into Borgs."   She tore the one attached to my lips off. I didn't cry like a televangelist publicly begging God for forgiveness for a moment, or 147 moments, of weakness with a rather sad-looking prostitute, but that was coming.   You see, Victoria gripped her weeping diminutive fuzzy engine of humiliation tightly when she yanked it off, so she let go of it because the little blighter sounded hurt.   It gave off a more muted and mournful 'wee' as it smacked into the corner of my mouth. I was able to dodge a direct hit.   "Scarlett," Gabrielle seethed, "if, you, would, listen, for, a, moment; they are painful to be removed from his flesh and they will attempt to reattach themselves to him if they are brought within one foot. I have no idea why."   "Zane, are you in much pain?" Doctor Scarlett inquired while scanning my body fungi.   "Yes, but I'm sure if you kick me in the nuts, I'll feel better," I mumbled through a joke.   "I can't do that," Victoria gasped. "You have Tribbles down there." Yes, I feel special.   "That's it," Gabrielle snapped. "I'm going to get help." She spun around and breezed out the door, slamming it in her wake.   "Thanks for abandoning me, Gabby," I shouted as loud as I was able. "It's not like Vic's totally lost her mind or anything like that."   "I have not lost my mind," Victoria responded with a deceptively calm, soothing tone. She reinforced my calm by locking the door, then locking in the deadbolt, yes, I felt much safer.   My merry band of orphan coconuts helped things along the cliffs of sanity by cooing and 'talking' to Victoria as she walked around the office, and she gaily responded to them.   "Ms. Reveal, this is going to be a difficult intervention. Inform me when lunch time gets here," Victoria communicated to her assistant, then added, "I need a box of outdoor trash bags; leave them at the door."   Having a hot lady like Victoria Scarlett lock the door and asking for almost 3 hours of 'alone' time with me is a mature pipe dream of mine, and that dream really meets a bloody end when she asks for roughly 30 bags with a fifty-gallon capacity each. If she pulls out a hacksaw or a 'cow-stunner,' I'm racing for the window behind the Doc's desk. I'll be gone in 90 seconds, sort of like an inexpensive microwave dinner.   Doctor Scarlett returned to her desk, turned her spy-cam around, and started making calls. I honestly maintained a miniscule hope that she might still help me. She was talking curtly to another doctor whose name I didn't recognize. What came out of her mouth next sounded like a combination of eating raw meat all your life and gargling with sand regularly; add to that an inflection of someone wanting to kick elementary kids into the paths of oncoming busses and you had the language she was using.   Victoria's stance even changed. She thrust out her chest, put her hands on her hips, and a predatory sneer took up permanent residency on her lips. She even beat on her desk hard during this little exchange before laughing in a way that made kittens piss on themselves before you hung them.   "Vice Chancellor, Doctor Victoria Scarlett, umm, what's going on?" I said careful.   I'm not so much terrified of Victoria at this point, as I am suspicious of my ability to fight at the moment.   "Everything is fine, Zane," Victoria assured me. "In essence, I am bringing in some experts in the field. You can trust me on this; we've been expecting contact like this for years." Huh?   "So, ah, that was an Albanian Biologist?" I hoped.   "No, that was Vor' Dura, Flight Leader of the Blood Quasar Fleet of the Klingon Empire," Victoria explained sedately, in the same way any SANE individual described a Navy Commander. She turned her computer screen so I could see the person's profile pic.   "How does she breathe in that thing?" I wondered. "That's one hell of a corset."   "That isn't a corset, Zane, its body armor. My suit was created by the same armorer," she stated.   "You have something like that?" I boggled.   "Yes, the precise same suit. Vor' Dura is not as blessed by her bloodlines, she's shorter, but otherwise, we are identical; our alliance ended recently and soon she must face me in ritual combat; yield or die." 'Yield or die' isn't what is centermost in my mind.   "Don't your boobs ever pop out of that thing?" Because if you have been paying any attention; I am an idiot where sex is even a remote possibility. Victoria can't meet my gaze but turns as red as her namesake.   "On a few occasions," she confessed. I'm thinking 'a few'. "Now I have a few more calls to make."   Yes, she's lost her ever-loving mind, and I have no reasonable expectation of exit or rescue. I won't be able to get up enough speed to bust out of the window so being on the first floor is meaningless. She has the deadbolt key and when I stack up my Tribbles against her Science Fiction fanaticism, I lose. She turns the monitor around and makes her next call. This one starts with the victory salute, but the one done with two fingers to each side.   "Excellent news," Vicky declares. "We have confirmation of the temporal events from Deep Space Nine. I have compelling data that I have encountered genetic derivatives of the dominant herbivorous life forms of Iota Geminorum IV." And everything went to turkey-based insanity after that. Again, they spoke rapidly in a language I knew nothing about. They acted like giddy little schoolgirls, just schoolgirls with their emotions surgically removed.   The final call went much same way except that this time, the tone of the language was like the second but with the taint of a sleazy pimp or grifter thinking she was a mob boss. These were the kinds of girls you never let babysit your kids if you ever wanted to see them again. The way Vic looked at me and the fellas made me worry about how long I could last in her brothel and inspired an unexpected sympathy for these pests.   "Zane, do you promise to stay here while I, umm, get some, umm outfits?" Victoria requests respectfully. She realizes she's asking me a bizarre favor. Balthazar's Balls, I've been tied to a cross; how much worse can this be? She scoots up to me, kisses me chastely on the lips and waits.   "It is a given that my morning class schedule is toast, and I'm no stranger to the entertainment industry so knock yourself out," I allow, but I will have to pee at some time."   "Check; I'll stop by the infirmary and get a catheter," she nods, then she kisses me lightly on the lips once more. "Thank you for this, Zane."   She's off like a shot but is careful enough to get the deadbolt on the way out. Since I doubt Ms. Reveal can get a fire-axe through the door if the building catches fire, my buddies and I really are going to experience total protonic reversal on a life-ending scale. Only now does it occur to me that these fuzzy navels might have toxic side effects.   I'm waiting around for God-knows how long when I hear some muffled noises, more muffled than having a Tribble in my ear.   Scratch, scratch, "Girl, you get away from that door," Ms. Reveal shouted (I guess).   "Quick, Mercy, hold her back," Rio shouted in response. "This deadbolt is a bitch."   A scuffle ensued and I tried to shout loud enough to call Rio off when I heard two rapid-fire thumps.   "Thank you, Ms. Black," Marisol Reveal huffed. Mercy had put up quite a fight, I guessed. "I will formally press charges when the Vice Chancellor returns."   "You will go and sit your ass behind your desk, you incompetent buffoon," Black snapped. "I will deal with this and if you bother me again today, or mention this incident to Scarlett, I swear you will never see your cat again; and if you don't hop-to in the next six seconds, I'll make an audio recording of me strangling that shit-dumper and play it by your bedroom window every night until you go mad. Do I make myself clear?"   "Ugh," is all I make out, but I hear Marisol's chair squeak soon after. The sound of a body, or bodies, being drug off faded away as Black left the office and headed down the hall. Hell, I warned Marisol. I can't do anything for Rio right now and I don't have too long to ruminate.   "Marisol, are you okay?" I hear Victoria ask her assistant. It is a testament to their bond that even the hysterical Doctor doesn't miss her friend's distress.   "Sorry, Victoria, I'm a bit, umm, heart-sick is all," Marisol murmurs. "Don't you worry about it."   "Well, when you want to talk about it, let me know," Victoria stated. Marisol must have nodded because no words were spoken and Victoria came in with two carry-on bags and three dress bags while kicking the trash bag box ahead of her. Happy fun time was about to begin.   "Sorry for the wait, Zane," Victoria told me.   "Doctor," I made a desperate Hail Mary plea for reason, "you are a highly respected educator. We really need to take a step back and re-examine what's going on here."   "Zane, this is my first teaching job ever," she related as she checked on the progress of her 'Trekkie' Posse.   "My doctorate is in Philosophy; my Master's Degrees are in Comparative Religions and Women's Studies," she informed me. "All my graduate work was done as a researcher. I've never had a student." I blink dumbly at her; and here I thought my opinion of the Board of Directors couldn't get worse.   Victoria goes over the language dance with her friends, switching fluidly from tongue to tongue in a manner that impresses and even fascinates me; and I've been to Bangkok where if you are trying to buy and/or sell anything and don't speak at least ten different languages or dialects, you might as well hand them your wallet or purse and go home. "Who do we need?" Vic said in English (just making sure everyone knows that the Tribbles aren't suddenly translating for me).   "Kar'Thon," Vor' Dura states eagerly; "This matter is a racial imperative."   "Are you sure the young man is old enough?" The second woman inquired. "Jarrod went all obsessive last time a boy crossed our path. We almost sent the kid to college."   "That's what you get for marrying a Ferengi," Dura snidely remarked, and the rest laughed along with it; meanwhile, I'm going 'a what?'   Some infighting goes on until Victoria and 'I married a Ferengi' call for peace, then babble a little more. Then the name 'Zane Braxton' comes up and I'm not sure I'm happy or sad that only one of them replies in what was clearly elation and surprise, the sleazy one knows of me.   "Zane, I need to surgically remove some of the alien organisms," Victoria tells me.   "It is going to sting like hell," I mutter, to which Vor' Dura says something and sleazy girl laughs. I do not like where this is going at all. On the bright side, Victoria doesn't rip one off of me right away; she goes over to one of the dress bags and opens it up.   She's pulling out bondage gear, oops, my bad; she's getting ready to put on Klingon body armor. I have lost all preconceptions of what I was dealing with once Scarlett began stripping in front of me. She even gave me an appreciative smile and I was the one who was doing the appreciating! The little fuckers started going off. Remember, they don't like being moved and I was moving some around at the moment.   No, my legs and arms were perfectly still but my crotch was striking up a chorus, its Handel's Messiah. There was this 'still' moment where Victoria stopped opening her blouse and the three strangers regarding me through the webcam became mute; then the laughter began. Victoria resumed her stripping but she couldn't stop smiling and snickering slightly.   The three, the Klingon uber-cook or whatever she was and her two unknown accomplices, were laughing so hard they could barely communicate. It got better; when I was fully aroused and stopped moving around my pants, they didn't shut up and I was suddenly, desperately searching my mind to know how long that song was.   This was because Vic got down to her, Oh, fuck, this white thong, and calling it white is generous as it looks like someone stole an under-achieving spider's web and gently placed it over her crotch, and I know my hard-on was not going anywhere but into something before it went away.   Victoria was working her make-up on when two of the voices got themselves together enough to ask something. Vic looked up at the web-cam, over to me, then said a few sentences.   "So, which one of you likes your ankles placed behind your ears?" I politely asked in Thai.   "What was that, Brax' Zane?" Victoria asked.   "I'm curious if I can take your virginity with my tongue?" I continued in Thai.   "I cannot understand you," Victoria said again. "What are, ah, "   "I think we should engage the Federation citizen in the Galactic Basic," the second voice requested of the room. The third voice, the sleaze, said one more then in her native tongue, then the second voice, and Victoria jumped on her.   "I said, 'I think the native is getting restless'," sleazy girl grudgingly repeated. "Now, I think we should see if our plan 1.0 can be implemented."   "Before the scourges make themselves hoarse shrilling out the hellish noise or I lose patience, transport over there, and kill them myself," Dura growled playfully. I'm glad someone else was having fun. Victoria walked up and took a deep breath, which caused her well-disciplined, thirty-ish breasts to bounce tantalizingly close. Her look was desperately fearful yet almost childlike too.   "Kar'Thon, I desperately require your assistance before these creatures drive me mad," I tried to sound masculine yet pleading. On the computer screen, Dura quickly slammed her right fist to her right shoulder; I was later to learn that was a salute.   "This is no way for a Starfleet cadet to die," Victoria beamed at me, "even if I know I must someday slaughter you in battle." Whoa, I've never considered NASA as a career choice.   Maybe Klingon bondage gear/standard uniform could change my mind. The first person to tell me university life is boring I will punt to the Moon.   "I am T'Luminareth of the Vulcan Science Academy and Reserve member of the Starfleet Exploration Corps here," the second voice spoke up. I caught sight of a picture of her with this, troll? Or maybe a dwarf with the worst case of cauliflower ear ever. "I would like to assure you that every logical effort is being put forth on your behalf."   "Is that right, Tight Luminescence? Is it going to kill you to show a fellow sentient an ounce of compassion when you know he is about to suffer a fatal toxic shock from prolonged exposure to these vermin?" the third girl snarkily interjected into the conversation. "I'm Hical Cretak, Romulan freebooter and purveyor of ancient, exotic, and misunderstood goods."   "You are a thief, and since you aren't in some asteroid prison, you must be an above average one," I said to the Romulan. "I confess that I am a bit happier to see a member of the Vulcan Science Academy since, well, I'm suffering a splintered memory. Some things make perfect sense but large details are simply missing." I figured I could provide Victoria some good game.   She began rubbing my crotch and there was an effect alright, two in fact. The simple and expectant one was my trouser titan trying to unchain itself so it could get revenge on all of Victoria's orifices for taunting him so. My torturous tiny titmice began belting 'Let's get it on' by Marvin Gaye. I think as an infant, I had a mobile playing this song in my crib.   I started to really admire T'Luminareth's acting ability because she alone kept it together. Victoria made larger and larger circles over my crotch up to my beltline while Dura and Hical lost it hysterically.   "Pssst," I murmured to Victoria. She looked at me and I darted my eyes toward her makeup kit and clothes. I am getting more clothes on her, why?   Besides, I'd gotten a better look at her suit and it didn't have a butt-zipper that said 'Come Get Some,' but those pants rolled down like a candy wrapper and that 'body armor' has a back flap. I'd have to get Rio a set and I doubted Victoria would deny me her armorer's number. I was definitely looking into getting Mercy a matching Orion Slave Girl outfit, and here people don't think I make constructive use of my time.   I was sure Victoria/Kar'Thon was breaking speed records to get herself ready while the other ladies began talking to me about a whole universe that was brand new to me. Getting three different and very conflicting versions of the rise of the Human-dominated Federation of Planets was amusing.   Out of the blue, T'Luminareth decided she was going to create a team to rapidly move to my planet and take me back for further study. Vor' Dora countered that and Hical gleefully sought out salvage rights for the wreckage of the two expeditions.   "That might not be possible," I intervened. "Some of what you've told me has fused some memories together." They all fell silent.   "At Starfleet Academy, an Engineering Team and a select group of cadets," I continued to fantasize, "were directed to work on a, phased ionic drive." Ion drive was 'old' tech, or so Hical had let slip. "The drive failed catastrophically and we couldn't save the impulse drive, power was failing, we couldn't transport. The phased ionic drive detonated in the planet's atmosphere, creating a trans-harmonic disruption. I don't know if there were other survivors of our vessel. I saw another vessel either investigating our explosion or attempting a rescue but they burned up on their approach," I looked pained. "I don't think I could communicate with them and the only survivor I could locate was Kar'Thon."   "Only a combination of our two vessels' technology has been able to punch a hole through the disruption and I'm not sure how long this effect will last." I now sounded grim but determined. "We probably need three things: We need to know if there were any special modifications to the Klingon Scout vessel because I don't think it was a standard model to get so close to an experimental Federation vessel."   "Secondly, someone needs to pry out of Starfleet the precise specifications of that vessel, and that's definitely not me," I confessed. "Finally, we need to find a way to fuse those two designs together because if Tribbles are already being affected by an increased magnetic field, how much longer do we have before even the planet's magnetic field collapses totally and we fry (a SciFi movie plot, thank you)."   Once more, there was silence and I was afraid I'd stepped way beyond my bounds. Only when I took in the masked facial expressions of Kar'Thon did I realize I'd done well. I was hit with the realization I was a word and a whisper away from having sex with her, she was so pleased with me.   "I have friends at Starfleet Academy and they might be able to shed a light on what their cadets were up to," T'Luminareth stated serenely, but I could see a fire in her eyes. "I will research into every work published on Phased Ionic Drives, and we may be forced to work on a theory of what went wrong in case Starfleet is not forthcoming."   "Not that I admit that the Klingon Empire ever had any such vessel operating in the area, Vor' Dura got out before Hical Cretak interrupted.   "You have an officer on the damn planet, you cowardly idiot," mocked Hical.   "I am a deserter," Kar'Thon declared. "I would say I was a 'scum of the Orion Colonies' but I found that you already claimed that title," she aimed at Hical.   "You must die, you traitorous dog," Dura jumped on the offered plum. Thon/Victoria wasn't a deserter but she was ready to take one for the team, so to speak. "The Klingon Empire cannot allow your stain on our honor to exist. Now that we finally have you pinned down, we are coming to end you once and for all, and if the Federation insists on harboring a traitor (we were theoretically in Federation space) then,   "I owe you a death, Vor' Dura," Thon seethed; "your death."   "You may not enter Federation space," T'Luminareth insisted.   "Before you two go to war, again, why don't you let me go in," Hical mediated. "I'm a free trader and have been to both Federation and Klingon planets."   "You are a spy," Vor' Dura growled.   "Being a successful agent doesn't make you any less of spy for your Romulan Senate," T'Luminareth seemed almost furious.   "Unfounded rumors started by my, Hical almost finished before the Tribbles screamed. Not as loud as they had for Ms. Black, but they now didn't like Thon around either, now that Victoria was a Klingon. Cordelia scares me; this time Hical had the little 'hiccup'.   "This is going to be fun," she chuckled, barely above a whisper.   "I will get these vermin no matter how much they hurt the frail human," Kar'Thon snarled, but Victoria's eyes blazed with fanatic amusement. I was mildly curious if she could even respond to her true name but decided not to test that. She pulled out a rather wicked looking knife that I had to double-take to make sure it was plastic.   The conversation went on around us as fictitious bits of data collided with innuendo, falsehoods, threats, and lies. This was roleplaying by some actors who took it as

Sisqo has a mission for you, and it starts with a simple word: “Thong”. Repeated multiple times, much like the catchphrase from another popular musician of the same era. Add a cello. A beach. A bunch of beautiful people. Make them dance. Get a helicopter. Go to a Godsmack show. Get kicked out of the… Read more S9:E26 – Sisqo “Thong Song” Music Video

Send us a textWelcome to Guess the Year: 90s Edition! This is an interactive, competitive podcast series where you will be able to play along and compete against your fellow listeners. Here is how the scoring works:10 points: Get the year dead on!6 points: 1 year off4 points: Call bluff correctly2 points: 2 years off0 point: 3 or more years offGuesses can be emailed to drandrewmay@gmail.com or texted using the link at the top of the show notes (please leave your name).I will read your scores out before the next episode, along with the scores of your fellow listeners! Please email your guesses to Andrew no later than 12pm EST on the day the next episode posts if you want them read out on the episode (e.g., if an episode releases on Monday, then I need your guesses by 12pm EST on Wednesday; if an episode releases on Friday, then I need your guesses by 12 pm EST on Monday). Note: If you don't get your scores in on time, they will still be added to the overall scores I am keeping. So they will count for the final scores - in other words, you can catch up if you get behind, you just won't have your scores read out on the released episode. All I need is your guesses (e.g., Song 1 - 199x, Song 2 - call bluff, Song 3 - 199x, etc.). Please be honest with your guesses! Best of luck!!The answers to today's ten songs can be found below. If you are playing along, don't scroll down until you have made your guesses. .....Have you made your guesses yet? If so, you can scroll down and look at the answers......Okay, answers coming. Don't peek if you haven't made your guesses yet!.....Intro song: Real American by Rick Derringer (1985)Song 1: Perry Mason by Ozzy Osbourne (1995)Song 2: Twisted by Keith Sweat (1996)Song 3: Cailin by Unwritten Law (1998)Song 4: All the Small Things by blink-182 (1999)Song 5: Hey Man Nice Shot by Filter (1995)Song 6: San Francisco Knights by People Under the Stairs (1998)Song 7: Wasting Time by Kid Rock (1998)Song 8: Ha by Juvenile (1998)Song 9: Drive by Incubus (1999)Song 10: The Thong Song by Sisqo (1999)

It's FRIENDS AND RIVALS EPISODE 203 and we say goodbye, yet again, to Marc Andre Fleury aka Flower. Fleury suited up to play one period with the Penguins in the preseason one final time and we've got all of your expert coverage and commentary. The Islanders work out their high profile draft picks, the Rangers beat them in preseason OT, and the Devils march on through the preseason without their young star defenseman. We go over rule changes, the best and worst of the high profile free agents from 2017 through 2021, and get our buttholes tickled. Oops, I meant we got our anuses uh...well I guess that IS what I meant. So blast some Thong Song and also use your earbuds on noise canceling mode to listen to FRIENDS AND RIVALS EPISODE 203!

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Welcome Back to the BRUNCH BREAKDOWN PODCAST! On #TheMenu: 2000s Club Culture, How Hot/Cold Your House should be, Why Sisqo's "Thong Song" is the most Brilliantly Ridiculous song ever, New Beer, New Music, and SO MUCH MORE! It's a Bottomless Brunch Buffet this week, see yinz at the table. Thank You For Listening and Watching. Check out the SOUNDS OF BRUNCH Playlist on Spotify! WATCH Full Episodes of the @BrunchBreakdown Podcast on YouTube, Spotify, & Facebook. LISTEN on AMAZON, Audible, Spotify, Apple, and Everywhere You Get Your Podcasts. FOLLOW us on Twitter, Triller, Instagram, TikTok, and GoodPods!

We're diving deep into comic book nostalgia! What was the first comic book movie you ever watched—Batman ‘89, Blade, Meteor Man, or X-Men? Evo and Gregg share their first-time reactions and why some of those VHS tapes stayed in the player all summer.Plus:

There's a hack on how to cool down your car during the summertime and a math professor shared it on social media and it's called “bulk flow.” Raven cools down his car with recycled air! Anna and Raven ask Producer Julie to explain what the GenZ stare is! They say that she gives it at work. Have you ever received it? Over 50% of adults that went to summer camp as a kid say that's where they had their first kiss. Was your first kiss at camp, if not, what happened? Are you up to date on this week's biggest news story? Anna and Raven will get you caught up on the trending news including how Beyoncé's unreleased music stolen, and UNO comes to casinos! It's the 25th anniversary of the Thong Song, but now over 70% of women opt for this leisure underwear… and Anna wrote an AI song about it. “Is it rude to ___” has been searched more than ever this year on Google! But find out what the top searches in the past week are! Anna asks Raven if he thinks these things are rude!  Karen Thomas, Etiquette Expert, joins Anna and Raven to explain if the top searched “Is it rude to ___?” things are actually rude! You can find Karen at https://ctetiquette.com/.  Anna's six-year-old has sunburn and now it's peeling but keeps saying that her leg is falling off! Anna and Raven ask you for your best sunburn remedies! Cassidy and Noah are having a disagreement. Cassidy's mother is dating a new guy; they've been together a couple of months. The man has instructed their four-year-old son to call him “Grandpa”. Cassidy thinks is just another one of mom's boyfriends who will come in and out of the picture and he doesn't deserve that title. Noah says who cares, just let their son call him that and if they break up, their son won't understand or care. Is it a big deal?  Debbie and Derek have a chance to win $2100! All they have to do is answer more pop culture questions than Raven in Can't Beat Raven! 

The gang kicks things off with a deep dive into Drake's “What Did I Miss” release and the surprise livestream that took over downtown Toronto (Dundas Square, now renamed “Sankofa”). They break down the song, the stream, the rollout strategy, the subject matter, and public reaction.   From there they jump to T-Pain's recent comments about policing artistry and the idea of an artist's exit plan from music. DJXP brings up two documentaries, one on the legendary Sly & The Family Stone, and the other on The Beach Boys, to explore how rare it is for artists to maintain the social relevance Drake still has.   This leads to a full-on conversation about longevity in music. The crew discusses the blog era (Wiz Khalifa, Big Sean, Meek Mill, Cole, Kendrick, Drake, etc.) and what caused some artists to lose momentum while others stayed hot.   From there a T.I. vs 50 Cent tangent sparks up, followed by a quick update on Toronto's new Rogers Stadium, where Coldplay is set to do four sold-out shows back to back.   Later DJXP brings a funny and unexpected list of “Scary Songs” found online. The crew debates which songs were actually eerie and which ones made no sense on the list (like Marvin Gaye). This leads into a Prince vs MJ moment as Purple Rain enters the discussion.   After a spontaneous Thong Song drop by OShauN, the crew dives into What These Btches Want* and the revelation that there was an original version without Sisqó. That opens the floor for a convo about songs that were already perfect before the feature or had features that maybe weren't even needed.   Then comes a relationship discussion sparked by Nigerian music mogul Don Jazzy, who admits he doesn't have the strength to be with just one woman. The team analyzes the statement, questioning whether it's honest self-awareness or a front for polygamy and whether women actually prefer that kind of transparency.   The pod wraps up with some final thoughts on the Diddy case and the conclusions from the most recent rulings.

On this week's hilariously unhinged episode of We Seen't It, your favorite tag team duo Patrick and Kevin are holding it down with a mixed bag of chaos, culture, and deep-fried internet thoughts. We kick things off with the new Christopher Nolan teaser trailer—which is giving existential dread meets IMAX money shots. Then Kevin takes us on a journey to Spooky Empire in Orlando, where the cosplay is creepy and the vibes are even creepier (in a good way? maybe?). The guys also bring out the internet clips they've been obsessed with—yes, we're talking random freestyles, weird TikToks, and probably someone falling off a hoverboard. Things get philosophical when the duo debates: Is Florida actually the South? Because, let's be real—South Florida feels more like "Jersey in a sauna" than Mississippi. Then we enter the unholy dilemma zone: Would you rather give up sauce... or kissing forever? Things get heated (and a little saucy). Also: Will Smith is out here doing wild freestyles and maybe lowkey unraveling. Is his legacy safe? The guys weigh in. And finally, the conversation takes a sharp left turn into Thong Song territory. That's right—Sisqó's magnum opus is back, and Cynthia Erivo has thoughts. So do we. It's weird, it's wonderful, it's We Seen't It. Tune in, and don't forget your hot sauce… or your chapstick.

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It's all getting a bit heated as the Stonehenge beef continues and Cynthia Erivo has a pop at Sisqo's Thong Song in All The Latest Things! Plus, Greg plays mind games, Jenny plays Yesterday's Quiz and Becky plays Is It Just Us?

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Natalie & Paige break down the bizarre musical thread between Sisqo's "Thong Song" and the Beatles' "Eleanor Rigsby," AI-generated celebrities hitting the Met Gala red carpet, and speculation over Kris Jenner's dramatically different face. Things get messier with allegations that Blake Lively may be extorting Taylor Swift as legal tensions rise around Justin Baldoni. Then there's the discovery of human remains Near Taylor Swift's Rhode Island home. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

For the Glory KC is back with the 129th episode of the show!Sporting Kansas City played a wild, eight goal thriller over the weekend against the San Jose Earthquakes. We celebrated the double KC win too hard and had to push podcast recording until Monday and it got weird. Welcome to For the Glory KC After Dark III.When we stayed on topic, we moved through all the delightful, exciting goals from Daniel Salloi, Manu Garcia, Logan Ndenbe and Erik Thommy. Plus, so many assists, including a goalkeeper assist by John Pulskamp (and a fun story from Salloi about it).But we definitely got off topic talking Sporting KC trialist Dru Yearwood, which led into Dru Hill, the "Thong Song" and Dejan Joveljic's inappropriate gesture.We also have to discuss the officiating that could have marred the results by Joe Dickerson. He was inconsistent and missed a foul that could have really injured Ndenbe. Chicho Arango's nonsense went basically unpunished, but at least Jansen Miller continued his "villain" role.The KC Current broke the record for the most wins in a row in NWSL history. It was so dominant it was almost a little boring (though we'll take boring!) with the thorough victory over the Houston Dash. The team was depleted and still looked pretty unstoppable. And the KC Current II are back and participating in TST.In the Digital Crawl, we touch on a few more topics, including:US Open Cupset UpdateCam Duke on the moveCeCe Kizer tooHere is a rundown of topics (and approximate start times):Sporting KC win a Wild 8-goal Thriller - 3:18SKC Round-up - 37:33KC Current break the Wins Record - 51:41Digital Crawl - 1:05:20Upcoming GamesSKC II vs. Tacoma Defiance, Wed. April 23rd at 6:00PM CDTSporting KC @ FC Cincinnati, Sat. April 26th at 1:30PMKC Current @ North Carolina Courage, Sat. April 26th at 6:00PMAs a special gift to For the Glory KC listeners and KC Soccer Journal readers, Backheeled dot com is giving away 30 days of their amazing, independent American soccer coverage for free. If you decide you want to turn that into a paid membership, they'll give you 10 percent off too. Just follow this link!Big thanks to Splitter Conspiracy (listen to them here) for our theme music made with the permission of the KC Cauldron.

Running. You might say it's like walking but faster... Now imagine running for 26.2 miles! That would be a marathon, right? Sure. Now double it. 52.4 miles!? That would qualify as an ultramarathon! But we're not stopping there. Special guest, Cabe Waldrop, tells us a little story about a man named Gordy Ainsleigh who ran 100 miles (in a race for HORSES) to see what the human body, some buttermilk, and a little gumption could do. We're talking about the FIRST ULTRAMARATHON! Plus, the Mouthgarf Report and I See What You Did There! Sources: https://ultrarunninghistory.com/gordy-ainsleigh-run/https://www.therunningmate.run/history-ultra-running/Please give us a 5 star rating on Apple Podcasts! Want to ask us a question? Talk to us! Email debutbuddies@gmail.comListen to Kelly and Chelsea's awesome horror movie podcast, Never Show the Monster.Get some sci-fi from Spaceboy Books.Get down with Michael J. O'Connor's music!Next time: First David Lynch Film

We talked about when 90's RnB got creepy, like the ‘Thong Song' by Sisqo. Gio talked about what he used to wear in high school during his hip hop years.

The conversation shifted to 90s R&B's questionable lyrical content, exemplified by Sisqo's "Thong Song," prompting Gio to reminisce about his high school hip-hop fashion and dancehall music phase. Jerry's update, preceded by a caller's strip club anecdote for Willie, covered the Lakers' victory and LeBron's post-game comments, Mark Cuban's surprise at the Luka deal, Matthew Stafford's 2026 plans revealed on his wife's podcast, and Art Stapleton's update on the Giants' Rodgers pursuit. A subway altercation audio clip was also played. The hour concluded with confusion over the sold-out Dom Dolla show at Madison Square Garden.

Hour 1 Gio and Willie Colon, filling in for Boomer, discussed the Knicks' loss to the Lakers, highlighting Jalen Brunson's ankle injury and Karl-Anthony Towns' return after a brief absence due to a family death, contrary to Draymond Green's rumor of a Jimmy Butler encounter. Jerry's update covered the Knicks' defeat, Thibs' post-game comments, and Green's podcast speculation. Edwin Diaz attributed his poor spring training performance to excessive excitement, while Jose Iglesias addressed his Mets departure. Tommy DeVito's Giants return and Pat McAfee's report of Will Howard's parking lot workout, which angered Warren Sapp, were also discussed, prompting a recollection of Al Dukes' Sapp encounter. Finally, a naked woman's removal from a Houston flight and Willie's upcoming Houston trip, coupled with his "off the bottle" gout management, rounded out the hour. Hour 2 The Giants' potential pursuit of Aaron Rodgers, following the Matthew Stafford setback, sparked debate about the potential distraction he'd bring, with Gio questioning Rodgers' possible interest in a 3-win team and the implications for the Giants' management. Jerry's update covered the Knicks' loss and Brunson's injury, Matthew Stafford's podcast appearance, and Rick Pitino's wedding night coaching interview story. Carlos Mendoza downplayed Edwin Diaz's early spring struggles. The hour concluded with a discussion about retirement, prompted by a caller, Willie's bar ownership in the Bronx, and the shift from alcohol to edibles among younger generations. Hour 3 The conversation shifted to 90s R&B's questionable lyrical content, exemplified by Sisqo's "Thong Song," prompting Gio to reminisce about his high school hip-hop fashion and dancehall music phase. Jerry's update, preceded by a caller's strip club anecdote for Willie, covered the Lakers' victory and LeBron's post-game comments, Mark Cuban's surprise at the Luka deal, Matthew Stafford's 2026 plans revealed on his wife's podcast, and Art Stapleton's update on the Giants' Rodgers pursuit. A subway altercation audio clip was also played. The hour concluded with confusion over the sold-out Dom Dolla show at Madison Square Garden. Hour 4 Stephen A. Smith and LeBron James had a run-in over Smith's criticism of Bronny. Kai Cenat defended LeBron to Smith, while Charles Barkley criticized Kendrick Perkins and ESPN's LeBron coverage.

We're back live January 28th, but in the meantime... Ricki-Lee drops a bombshell about her cover of KISS’s I Was Made For Loving You—she won’t see a single cent from it! During a chat about copyright battles over Sisqo's Thong Song, she explains how a sample dispute means the money train has left the station without her. Plus, we dive into the world of music royalties, and it’s not as pretty as it sounds.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In this week's episode Annie and Jo look for joy post the presidential election. We're talking Instagram posts, Martha Stewart's new Netflix doc, Martha, Beyonce's 11 Grammy nominations and Jon Scieszka's children's book, The Real Dada Mother Goose. Also, Jo and the fam attend Back to the Future, The Musical....which she can't really recommend but BROADWAY, in general, ALWAYS gets the stomp of approval. Plus, the ladies give it up for Sisqo's Thong Song and Dumbo's Baby Mine.

Appreciation?In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             “Children must face the scrutiny of their parents”   The Dining Hall was almost a relief. That relief died the moment I saw the banner over the front of the serving area in the Hall. 'Zane Appreciation Day'. Since every word was spelled correctly, it wasn't some stunt of Rio's, but beyond that, the list of suspects was too large to consider. This could be a genuine outpouring of acceptance and sympathy for what I had endured here. If you believe that, I have to ask you: 'Do you want your leprechaun pissing Guinness or Irish Malt?' Most likely, this was going to be some sort of humiliation, and I think I knew the flavor, and I definitely knew how to find out. See, in every seat of the Dining Hall was a big, bowling ball sized white box with a name and secured with a gold and green ribbon, so no cheating; no peeking. That last bit didn't deter me, though. I snuck up on the box marked for Holiday Carpenter. "Zane, does that have your name on it?" Virginia Goodswell asked me, my English teacher and Spiritual Advisor. Hell, if it had been Mrs. Marlowe, I would have opened it anyway, but Virginia was my buddy so her next question didn't mean to stab a stake of regret through my heart. "Where is Vivian?" "I left my room before she was done." I looked to the ground while I kicked some imaginary dust off the slate floor. "Why don't you see if she's been calling you?" she suggested. "She's probably worried." Worried, or homicidal because, ya know, I had sort of run off without my phone, wallet, watch, book bag, or anything else a 21st century student might need. "I ran away like a big, fat chicken," I confessed. "Anything not glued to my body I left behind." "I'll give her a call." She pulled out her phone and hit speed dial #2. I crap since her sick mother is probably #1. I am such a big problem for her, she has my guardian on speed dial! "That is Holiday Carpenter's box, Zane, not yours. Besides, there are strict instructions to not open the boxes until instructed." The panicky response I overheard from Virginia's conversation with Vivian hardly helped my mood. She wanted to know if Virginia knew where I was, she did; that I was okay, I was; and finally, what upset me, because the other girls weren't talking but apparently Mercy had started slapping Barbie Lynn around until Rio and Val pulled her off. Now, that made less than no sense. Wasn't that supposed to work the other way around? Virginia did a double check and sure enough, Mercy had slammed Barbie Lynn into an open wardrobe on my behalf, and Rio and Val had pulled her back. WTF! I am sure that Rio was right beside me on that one. Vivian triple checked that I was physically and mentally okay and she sounded so disappointed, in herself, as she did so. She was bringing my stuff; yes, I am an earthworm. Virginia promised for me that I would remain here until she arrived. Some stupid gesture like a loud public apology, done on bended knee, was blatantly unfair to Vivian, who only meant the best for me. I made a quick apology, not trying to meet her eyes as I said the words and took my stuff. All of 'my' girls seemed equally subdued. A minute after we had garnered our victuals, Vivian put a hand on my elbow. "Don't be so hard on yourself, Zane," Vivian smiled warmly at me. "You take a lot of stress and pressure on yourself. I understand that from time to time you need to take in a tiny bit of private space for yourself. Clearly, you can't schedule any such time because nothing around you stays a secret for very long and no one respects your privacy or even asks what you need." "Vivian," I was puzzled, "you deserve to be righteously pissed with me. You are my Guardian and I promised to stay by you or at least tell you where I was." "Zane, we let you down," Vivian assured me. "It is your dorm room and we are your guests, and we have been rather poor guests at that." "How about we call a truce?" I offer. "I can live with that," Vivian smiled. "Cut the Kumbaya-time, kids," Rio snorted derisively. "Zane, what the fuck happened with Mercy?" Rio playfully punched Mercy's arm to emphasize her uncertainty. "Rio, Bro, drop it," I asked sincerely. "Act like it didn't happen." Rio studied me a second, then got this wickedly evil grin. "What the hell are you talking about, Glenda?" she hefted the box up then shook it. "It seems my damn box is glued shut. Are we celebrating one thousand cunts licked by you, or what?" Because Rio rarely expounded at a level below full volume, next thing we hear is Mrs. Marlow snapping, "Ms. Talon, watch your language; there are good Christian women being forced to sit within the sound of your voice!" "Gotcha, Ms. Mouthful," Rio snapped off with a snap and a finger raised up like a pistol in the air. "What did you say?" Marlowe closed the distance. "She was repeating what I pointed out," I turned and smiled. "I said that you really had it going together this morning; that you were more than a mouthful. That's a hip/trending term to describe someone who is expressing themselves through clothing and make-up." "You are lying, Mr. Braxton," she snarled. "You are probably right, as I do so to you on general principle, but good luck proving it in student court," I grinned right back. We locked wills and she blinked first. "Ms. Phillips," Marlowe turned on Vivian, "what are you going to do about this?" "Zane and Rio, would you please apologize for being rude and insensitive to an educator who only wishes the best for the student body?" Vivian requested. "I so apologize," I bowed my head. "I so apologize as well," Rio tacked on. Only after Marlowe had gone to spread love and sunshine somewhere else did Rio lean across me and whisper to Vivian. "You rock!" Rio giggled gleefully. After all, Rio and I had not apologized to Mrs. Marlowe because neither one of us believed for a minute that she was 'an educator who only wishes the best for the student body'. To that nameless entity, we owed a debt, and to Mrs. Marlow we owed a generous 'fuck you,' and Vivian had made it all possible. "Why, thank you, Rio," Vivian nodded her acceptance of Rio's praise. "Jesus is the Peacemaker and we all should attempt to emulate his teachings." "So, I still don't get to lick you senseless?" Rio snickered. "No, no, you don't," Vivian smiled, even though she didn't look at either of us. Vivian's going to rock as a mom. The next half hour passed quietly. Everyone was curious about the boxes but no one was too worried until a rumor suddenly appeared. When it was suggested that they might have to put on bikinis, the fear set in. I blamed, I don't know but I wish I had thought of it. I was still kicking myself for the missed opportunity when my alien with the right face black and left face white shows up with the right face white and left face black, Mhain and Millicent. "Death Match and you get to referee," Rio teased me. "I'm so jealous; 500 bucks on the one with the soul." Mhain glared hate at us while Millicent looked more than amused. "Zane, come with us," Mhain gloated. I figured that somehow my ordeal was coming to an end so I'd play along. I rose and they steered me to the largest exit, flanking me. Christina and Company grabbed their boxes and jumped up quickly to follow me, though they looked as confused as I was, confirming none of them were the architect of my discomfort. No sooner had we stepped into the cool, sunlit lawn than everyone's phone rang, except mine. I was loving this, right up there with having sandpaper buffing my sunburned abs. "Open the box and follow the instructions," Christina informed me. "Is anyone going to do this?" My phone vibrated once, then my whole body tingled before I could respond to the call. "I am," Mhain gloated. "I was promised something." She knelt and opened her box with enthusiasm; the others did likewise but at a more sedate pace. What came out of each box was almost identical, different only in the anatomical part of the body indicated by the instructions. The objects were all grapefruit-sized fur-balls that made darling little squeaks, squeals and murmurs, amongst other sympathetic noises, all in tiny little voices. They were to be placed on my body, but I didn't know how that would work. "Are we going to do this?" Chastity began to say. "It isn't sticky," Hope was also saying when Mhain's flew out of her hand and hit the side of my left knee. She reached out carefully to retrieve hers while the other girls circled in. The little darlings were proving to be resilient little bastards. Several more leapt at me from the hands of their owners. All this time the furry grapefruit were giving little 'wee!' noises when they shot at me and screeched like demons when they were removed, which was painful when they were on my flesh. I knew who was responsible and she was going to pay, but not right now. I saw my closest allies pulling back. "TLM, Christina," I sighed in resignation. "Let's get this over with." I was being totally self-sacrificial; girls were starting to pile-up on us coming out of the Dining Hall. I didn't want a riot. Mhain had technically tagged me first but not in the designated spot, so I had Christina go first, she put one over my heart, not that I thought Cordelia was stupid, but now she was just piling it on. Mhain went next and she was sizzling and excited, she put it on my lips, shutting me up. At least the girls were polite and organized enough to come at me patiently. A few didn't get the 'memo' and their little rug rats slipped out of their owner's grasp and got to play gleeful kamikaze as they plowed into me. It didn't hurt but I had this secret fear that the tiny terrors would sprout fangs and tear into me. These little guys were murmuring and mumbling and it wasn't until I was truly buried that a horrific realization was made, the more that were on me, the greater their clinging power. In retrospect, this would have been more useful if we hadn't passed the 700 mark. I looked like a puffy, overweight, Sasquatch baby. I could move but sitting down was a dream, as was running or going to the bathroom. The damn things wouldn't shut up either. It fell to Hope and Iona to hurry me (as much as possible) to Assembly; you know that place where I 'sit' in front. At least no one could ask me anything

In this episode, we're thrilled to welcome R&B legend Tim Kelley! Tim shares insights into his incredible career, during which he has produced hit songs that have sold over 600 million records, earned four Grammy Awards, and garnered 12 nominations. He recounts fascinating stories behind his work as the legendary duo Tim and Bob, including tracks for Bobby Valentino and the infamous "Thong Song" by Sisqo, along with the legal challenges involving Ricky Martin. Tune in for an inspiring conversation filled with behind-the-scenes tales from the world of R&B! LISTEN, FOLLOW, AND RATE

Ricki-Lee drops a bombshell about her cover of KISS's I Was Made For Loving You—she won't see a single cent from it! During a chat about copyright battles over Sisqo's Thong Song, she explains how a sample dispute means the money train has left the station without her. Plus, we dive into the world of music royalties, and it's not as pretty as it sounds. We're back live on Monday, so tune in then for more!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

CLIMBers, what can the mega songwriter of "Livin' On A Prayer", "Dude Looks Like A Lady", "Livin' La Vida Loca", "You Give Love A Bad Name", and even "The Thong Song" have to teach you about songwriting? Turns out, it's a lot. So we're going to dive into songwriting lessons from the legendary Desmond Child today on The CLIMB. The C.L.I.M.B. Show is dedicated to helping singers, songwriters, indie artists and industry pros "Create Leverage In The Music Business." We want you to win! About the hosts: Brent Baxter is an award-winning hit songwriter with cuts by Alan Jackson (“Monday Morning Church”), Randy Travis, Lady A, Joe Nichols, Ray Stevens, Gord Bamford and more. He helps songwriters turn pro by helping them WRITE like a pro, DO BUSINESS like a pro and CONNECT to the pros. You can find Brent at SongwritingPro.com/Baxter and SongwritingPro.com. Johnny Dwinell owns Daredevil Production and helps artists increase their streams, blow up their video views, sell more live show tickets, and get discovered by new fans, TV and music industry pros. Daredevil has worked with artists including Collin Raye, Tracy Lawrence, Ty Herndon, Ronnie McDowell and others. You can find Johnny at TheCLIMBshow.com. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Covino & Rich have fun quickly ranking booties in sports & have an amazing story about "The Thong Song!" The guys debate whether or not the Niners dropped the ball on negotiations with Brandon Aiyuk. Why does Rich feel like "his" Niners will be okay? 'MID WEAK MAJOR' fires up Spot's brain & there's a Pitbull Fun Fact! Plus, Italy's Gold medalist sleeps on the ground next to a park bench?! See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

C&R react to new alert that hit some Californians cell phones last night prior to a big earthquake! They spurred on the White Sux to end their skid. A broken-up "No-No" by Corey Seager causes a major debate about rooting for a no-hitter! The crew & callers get after it! Olympic booties are on Rich's mind & they have an amazing story about "The Thong Song!" Did the Niners drop the ball on negotiations with Brandon Aiyuk? Plus, 'MID WEAK MAJOR' fires up Spot's brain & there's a Pitbull Fun Fact! See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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Yes, the notorious "Thong Song" by Sisqo would have never came to be without The Beatles!

We wanna gig you in our pigs, in our pigs, is this love? Another trip to Heaven (not Alex's first) for the podcast, this time to watch “your new favourite festival band”, Dutch upstarts Pim Blom, with writer, actor, dancer and Thong Song enthusiast Celeste Dring. We discuss the band's place in the Dutch music firmament, the logistics of a family-friendly rave, and whether it's just easier not to talk to your parents (unless they're helping sell your merch). And, either side of that, we've got some EXCLUSIVE titbits from Alex's wedding. All we want is for you to be happy! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Send us a Text Message.Welcome to Guess the Year! This is an interactive, competitive podcast series where you will be able to play along and compete against your fellow listeners. Here is how the scoring works:1 point: get the year correct within 10 years (e.g., you guess 1975 and it is between 1965-1985)4 points: get the year correct within 5 years (e.g., you guess 2004 and it is between 1999-2009)7 points: get the year correct within 2 years (e.g., you guess 1993 and it is between 1991-1995)10 points: get the year dead on!Guesses can be emailed to drandrewmay@gmail.com or texted using the link at the top of the show notes.I will read your scores out on the following episode, along with the scores of your fellow listeners! Please email your guesses to Andrew no later than 12pm EST on the day the next episode posts if you want them read out on the episode (e.g., if an episode releases on Monday, then I need your guesses by 12pm EST on Wednesday; if an episode releases on Friday, then I need your guesses by 12 pm EST on Monday). Note: If you don't get your scores in on time, they will still be added to the overall scores I am keeping. So they will count for the final scores - in other words, you can catch up if you get behind, you just won't have your scores read out on the released episode. All I need is your guesses (e.g., Song 1 - 19xx, Song 2 - 20xx, Song 3 - 19xx, etc.). Please be honest with your guesses! Best of luck!!The answers to today's ten songs can be found below. If you are playing along, don't scroll down until you have made your guesses. .....Have you made your guesses yet? If so, you can scroll down and look at the answers......Okay, answers coming. Don't peek if you haven't made your guesses yet!.....Intro song: The Thong Song by Sisqo (1999)Song 1: The Less I Know the Better by Tame Impala (2015)Song 2: The Game by The Levellers (1991)Song 3: I'm in Miami Trick by LMFAO (2008)Song 4: Glory Box by Portishead (1994)Song 5: Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini by Brian Hyland (1960)Song 6: Tequila by The Champs (1958)Song 7: Real Love Baby by Father John Misty (2017)Song 8: Tangerine Speedo by Caviar (2000)Song 9: Hysteria by Def Leppard (1987)Song 10: (Sittin' on) The Dock of the Bay by Otis Redding (1968)

THE DRIVE began a trip down music memory lane on Tuesday afternoon.. Lolol

It really is MAY, because Frizz and Bob continue the boy band saga with none other than harmonizing, teen-hearthrobs, NSYNC. We get nautical with Johnnie Walker Swing and check in on Blimp King Lou "Double B" Pearlman, Frizz short circuits over NASA, remember the days of 90s Toyota Corollas, and learn that all things eventually lead back to "The Thong Song."

Host, Jeremy Odem, is BACK with a new episode and a fresh new haircut! Jeremy took the worst of it at the salon...again. In this episode: -Getting the bad haircut lady -Being the little spoon -Trying out "new spoon" positions -Will the Thong Song become a hit, AGAIN, in Hungary? This episode is sponsored by PODUP.COM use code LAUGHWITHME15 to save 15% on podcasting services Follow us on our socials: X @LaughwithmePod & @JOfromNebraska Instagram @LaughwithmePodcast TikTok @JeremyOdem0 YouTube 'Laugh with Me Podcast'

John Bennett talks European football with Julien Laurens, James Horncastle and Kristof Terreur. Guillem Balagué joins the pod to react to Xavi changing his mind about leaving Barcelona. The panel discuss Bayern Munich contacting Ralf Rangnick about their manager's job, and Inter winning Serie A. And Dutch football writer Elko Born swings by to give the lowdown on Feyenoord's Arne Slot, who's confirmed he wants Liverpool job.00:35 Mbappé's nutmeg 02:25 President Macron scores a penalty 05:50 Xavi to remain as Barcelona coach until 2025 15:45 Rangnick 'contacted by Bayern Munich' about manager job 25:00 Arne Slot confirms he wants Liverpool job 31:30 Inter seal Serie A title by winning Milan derby

“20 years ago the world fell to shit. A big ole' apocalyptic dump. Some bug, took out all the world's computers. Power grids down, the internet gone! And not having easily accessible porn freaked people the fuck out! So cities put up walls to protect themselves and threw the criminals out into the chaos. So they could fight over what was left, which was not much, mostly cars and guns. Now insiders stay inside and outsiders stay outside, but there are people who drive between, badasses, legends, humble motherfuckers like me delivering precious cargo from one walled city to another. It's not an easy road cause all these assholes want what I got. And that's where the cars and the guns come in.” And that is how you start a new show! TWISTED METAL on Peacock is one helluva ride and above all it's fucking fun! If you haven't been loving Anthony Mackie as Falcon/Captain America you WILL love him as Joe Doe the Milkman! Not mention that video game classic clown in SWEET TOOTH!! Queue up the Thong Song and gas up for this major kick ass show!!! --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/jafnpodcast/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/jafnpodcast/support

Jeremy is back for a solo episode of Laugh with Me! Jeremy discusses his latest stand up comedy show in Topeka, Kansas, including the Thong Song joke he's writing. Jeremy answers listener questions and MORE in this stand alone, nothing like it before episode that you won't want to miss! Follow the show: TikTok @jeremyodem0 Instagram @Laughwithmepodcast X @LaughwithmePod NEW EPISODE EVERY WEDNESDAY

Interview by MikalaTV   / _mikalatv_   We recently sat down with New York rapper Lola Brooke for an exclusive “Off The Porch” interview! During our conversation she discussed growing up in Brooklyn, running track in her hood, her perspective on dating, writing poetry when she was younger, getting into the habit of journaling when she was younger, staying to herself a lot, being an introvert, carrying aggression in her music, staying consistent throughout her journey, working multiple jobs, leaving her shelter job to pursue her dreams, wanting to give back & have her own outlets for those less fortunate, creating a voice for herself through her music, Meek Mill being one of her music influences, getting the chance to perform at Rolling Loud this year, having a love for various music genres, not being boxed in with her music, “Don't Play With It” going viral, having a love for riding bikes through the city, upcoming project, her “Thong Song” freestyle, advice for the young women and more!  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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The guys finally do a deep dive on Justin's latest obsession, Naked Attraction, and both discuss which round they'd rather be voted off, then Justin tips off Christian to a long lost Beatles song. A listener named Marie writes in complimenting the guys on their “candor and polish,” and she offers up a punishment idea for their football bet. Finally, Madeleine calls in asking for advice after being laid off and a Would You Rather about listening to The Thong Song vs Cottoneye Joe.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

The Thong Song, wooly aphids, the Golden Bachelor, and the Goo Goo Dolls. What do these things have in common? Well, absolutely nothing, but that doesn't stop us from talking about them. We dress like grannies and question if Suzie can time travel. I think she can. Listen for utter chaos! 

This episode is a MUST LISTEN!!! My conversation with Saifa (he/him/his) will stay with me for a very long time. We talk about Saifa's mom Athel (Lisa in the street) and about intersex bodies, beauty, race, the reversal of the parent/child relationship in the death process, sources of joy, food (I learn what "bubble and squeak" is?!), The Thong Song, Steve McQueen & the horniness of Swiffers. Saifa is brilliant, philosophical, spiritual, generous and hilarious.  BIO: Sean Saifa Wall (he/him/his) is a Black queer intersex activist and rising scholar. Currently, he is a Marie Skłowdoska-Curie fellow at the University of Huddersfield in England examining the erasure of intersex people from social policy in Ireland and England. Links from episode! Every Body trailer! Is available to watch but I shall not promote streamers right now! 36 Revolutions of Change - Saifa's TedX talk

On this week's interview, we're toasting to Grammy award-winning singer-songwriter, the one and only, Leon Bridges. Leon capped of his first ever New York Fashion Week to pour up and pontificate on embodying that old school pimp swagger, Usher's forever inspiration, his low-key banger collabs with Vada and Wrangler, The Strokes professionalism or lack thereof, respecting the bag, MET Gala run-ins with Kanye, getting cut from Ocean's 8, dapping up Anna Wintour without killing her, buying into Bode early despite some initial doubts and what his boys back home thought of his viral red carpet moment, Bushwick art hoes adopting his footwear of choice, even he had a skinny jeans phase, the honor of losing to D'Angelo, Thong Song karaoke in Russia, OVO Chubbs throwing the best parties, a public plea for a Gunna verse, seeing Miranda Cosgrove on Raya, how we can join his entourage, taking a page out of the Morgan Wallen playbook and much more on this calm, cool and collected episode of The Only Podcast That Matters™. For more Throwing Fits, check us out on Patreon: www.patreon.com/throwingfits.

This week is all about moon man memz. With this year's MTV's Video Music Awards (VMAs) on the horizon, Mary and Kelsey are breaking down the most memorable performances from the early 2000s. Part 1 includes Britney Spears' unforgettable Oops! I Did It Again rendition where she surprised the audience with a Swarovski-crystal coated two piece and her Slave 4 U premiere featuring a rather iconic albino python (lovingly dubbed Banana). Plus, Mary and Kelsey discuss Sisqo's Thong Song performance and the incredible story behind the beloved hit. Instagram: @whentheypoppedpodTikTok: @whentheypoppedEmail: whentheypoppedy2k@gmail.comWebsite: linktree.com/whentheypopped

Lou Holtz released a Top 16 for the college football season (for some reason) and Sisqo had never seen a thong until right before he recorded Thong Song. This week was packed full of useless trivia, borderline offensive accents, and stupid jokes. The fellas discuss the Ravens preseason win streak coming to an end, and Scott feels like the Commanders are nothing to be worried about, claiming they'll be lucky to win 5 games. The guys talk about the rumored Super Bowl Halftime Show, an all boy band Halftime Show featuring NSYNC, Backstreet Boys, 98 Degrees, Boyz II Men, Bel Biv DeVoe, Color Me Badd, and a K-Pop group. Mike then breaks down the backstory of Sisqo's Thong Song and blows everyone's minds.  The conversation shifts to Lou Holtz and his college football Top 16. Beyond being terrible, it's just a weird list coming from a guy nobody asked for it. So Mike decided to give his own Top 16 list: the Top 16 teams he wants to hear Lou Holtz pronounce. Hilarity ensues. The guys shift to baseball, as the fellas discuss how baseball needs to incorporate the custom bats from the Little League Classic into everyday play.  The crew discusses the Cuban coach who defected in the middle of the Little League World Series, and then rail on Pete Alonso for throwing away Masin Wynn's first hit ball, and end the show with Scott going full OWG on Gunnar Henderson's decision to leg out a double instead of staying at first base and getting the cycle. Be sure to check out friends of the show: In the Clutch (intheclutch.com/CRAFTBREWED) is your one stop shop for all things sports. With all of your favorite teams and players from the MLS, MLB and more and classic tees from yesteryear and beyond. Get 10% off your order with the code: CRAFTBREWED Kong Beer Bong (craftbrewedsports.com/beerbong) will make sure you are the life of the party. Keep your beer cold in this koozie that converts to a beer bong in an instant. Order yours today. Beer Drop (craftbrewedsports.com/beerdrop) ships award winning craft beer directly to your doorstep. Sign up for a monthly plan, or shop all of the beers available at Beer Drop and get them shipped to you at a $7.99 flat rate.  Morning Recovery (craftbrewedsports.com/hangover) guarantees that you'll wake up after a night of drinking more ready to take on your day. Use the code SPORTS at checkout for 20% off your non-subscription order. Dugout Mugs (dugoutmugs.com/craft) for one of a kind beer mugs and openers. Use our link for 15% off your entire order. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Your loved ones getting mad because you're MIA when you're actually dead is a thought on top of Nikki's mind. Brian's idea of bad audio is Cisco's The Thong Song, which triggers a traumatic memory for Nikki when a boy told her she had "thighs like what". Brian shares an embarrassing white trash story. Nikki reflects on her therapist's suggestion of putting her shame on a shelf but expresses her reluctance to do so. Anya and Brian tell Nikki if having a wedding was worth it. In the Final Thought, they share tips on handling insomnia, elderly passengers on planes and how Nikki tricked her mom into getting a maid. ----- Watch this episode on our Youtube Channel: The Nikki Glaser Podcast Follow the pod on Instagram for bonus content: @NikkiGlaserPod Leave us your voicemail: Click Here To Record Nikki's Tour Dates: nikkiglaser.com/tour Anya's Patreon: patreon.com/anyamarina Brian's Animations: youtube.com/@BrianFrange More Nikki: IG More Anya: IG More Brian: IG More producer Noa: IGSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

As always we talk about nostalgic things like the lost art of gleeking and the true meaning of the Thong Song. In the meat of the episode Tayler delves into the real life legends of The Men In Black! Who knew Will Smith was acting out aa true story! Christine shares the unsolved murder of Georgette Bauerdorf from the 1940's. Spank you for listening. Do less God bless. Gloom & Bloom out!

On this episode of Quantum Week, it's movie “Frequency”, and song “Thong Song”.

It's time for another episode of #RachTalk! My weekly show where I drink caffeine and talk about everything and anything that's going on in my life right now! And this week we are talking about my 1 year anniversary of my second ever first kiss, my son's first ever heartbreak and a super cool Start Today Journal giveaway. --- Do you get my weekly Sunday email? Come join in the fun! https://msrachelhollis.com/insider/ Grab my favorite gratitude journal: https://thehollisco.com/collections/start-today Are we friends on YouTube? Let's catch up! https://www.youtube.com/c/RachelHollisMotivation/videos Follow my journey on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/MsRachelHollis/ Let's be workout buddies: https://letsriseapp.com/ Have you heard about the HOTLINE yet? Call (737) 400-4625 and press 1 to leave a question for Rachel or press 2 to share your story about the podcast. We can't wait to hear from you! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

It's time for another episode of #RachTalk! My weekly show where I drink caffeine and talk about everything and anything that's going on in my life right now! And this week we are talking about my 1 year anniversary of my second ever first kiss, my son's first ever heartbreak and a super cool Start Today Journal giveaway.---Do you get my weekly Sunday email? Come join in the fun! https://msrachelhollis.com/insider/Grab my favorite gratitude journal: https://thehollisco.com/collections/start-todayAre we friends on YouTube? Let's catch up! https://www.youtube.com/c/RachelHollisMotivation/videosFollow my journey on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/MsRachelHollis/Let's be workout buddies: https://letsriseapp.com/Have you heard about the HOTLINE yet? Call (737) 400-4625 and press 1 to leave a question for Rachel or press 2 to share your story about the podcast. We can't wait to hear from you! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices