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We start off the show today with more spider talk and find out if Black Backs are possible, then we find out Raj just now saw part of All Dogs Go To Heaven so we have to play a clip and we all start crying, then we play a clip of a drunk chick on Fox News, we find out who the first Trey's Twats is, why you don't kill off main characters, and why Dan is going to jail.  But first, Birthdays!The Treehouse Show is a daily DFW based comedy podcast and radio show. Leave your worries outside and join Dan O'Malley, Trey Trenholm, Raj Sharma, and their guests for laughs about current events, funny news, and the comedy that is their lives. If it's stupid, it's in here.The Treehouse WebsiteGet 60% off the Magic Mind offer with our link and code:  https://magicmind.com/ttsmf & TREEHOUSE60 #magicmind #mentalwealth #mentalperformanceGet a FREE roof inspection from the best company in DFW:Cook DFW Roofing & Restoration Defender OutdoorsUse code TREEHOUSE to unlock special discounts at Defender Outdoors!CLICK HERE TO DONATE:The RMS Treehouse Listeners FoundationNEWS LINKS:If it was possible to crossbreed a black widow spider with a brown recluse, how would its offspring's venom be like? - QuoraAll Dogs Go to Heaven (11/11) Movie CLIP - Goodbye, Charlie (1989) HDRebekah Koffler Seemingly Does Drunken Live Hit on Fox News“Queers for Palestine” and the Death of Irony — Queer Majorityntta.org/newsresources/medcent/Documents/2014.11.21 TOLLTAG PHISING SCAM.pdf

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Guest Bart Kamp!https://prayer-man.com/Get the book here - https://a.co/d/aemaWLaDealey Plaza UK- http://dealeyplazauk.com/jfk-a...IN THIS EPISODE~ This one is JAM-PACKED. folks! A plethora of JFK Assassination Research-related topics are on deck, and for this discussion we are joined by Author/Historian BART KAMP! ("Prayer Man: More Than A Fuzzy Picture".)Among the many topics discussed: Bart will give everyone all the details regarding DEALEY PLAZA UK's upcoming 30th Anniversary 2025 Seminar~ June 27-thru-30th~ at Ashorne in Warwickshire, UK. Bart will rundown all the pertinent info, from speakers and schedules to registration and lodgings; Bart's ongoing efforts at the Malcolm Blunt Documents Archive; What's going on with the backlog of released documents waiting to be digitized?; The redundancy and futility of online "discussion" forums; The documented fXXXery committed by the Dallas Police in 1963, the lies of Detective Jim Leavelle, and the Assassination films that NBC just refuses to give up.PLUS~ Audio commentary from ST Patrick ("The Midnight Writer News Show", "Garrison: The Journal Of History And Deep Politics") on the state of Assassination Research and the "Research Community" in 2025, the chronology of the Oswald Interrogations, we contemplate exactly WHY active LoneNutters are soooo dang...well, "active", Rob's Misadventures in both horticulture and Beltway Navigation, Momo grows impatient and MUCH, MUCH MORE!JOIN US!Written & Hosted by Rob Clark & Doug Campbell.Additional Content Written by ST Patrick.Recorded & Engineered by Curado "Little Momo" Scaranucci, Jr. for Drop-D Podcast Productions.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/quick-hits-the-jfk-assassination--3682240/support.

In his latest Sunday Show with BizNews, Neil de Beer, the President of the United Independent Movement (UIM), likens the “unraveling” of South Africa's economy to “economic genocide”. He says the country'S BEE and related laws do not constitute a “package of investment”, but a “hand grenade….that will explode economically”. For that he blames the “twats” in Government. “They are absolutely twats. They are clueless….they have no competency.” De Beer laments the long legal delays in holding to account powerful politicians like former president Jacob Zuma and former Free State premier Ace Magashule - and the strategies being used in such cases. Meanwhile, he examines Police Minister Senzo Mchunu's plan to fix the police. He also delves into Floyd Shivambu's redeployment as SG in former President Jacob Zuma's MKP amid mounting international pressure on Economic Freedom Fighters (EFF) CIC Julius Malema. De Beer further comments on the legal challenge to the R941 billion NHI Act. And, he gives his take on the break-up (or prank break-up) between US President Donald Trump and SA-born billionaire Elon Musk.

Darkness Radio Presents: Terrifying Tales From The Windy City with Event Promoters/Paranormal Investigators, Franky Everleigh & Christina Rappel! On Today's show, we focus on the city of Chicago and on a festival that focuses on the new, w=exciting and up and coming in the Paranormal! The Windy City Paranormal Festival! Co-Organizers Franky Everleigh (of Everleigh Entertainment) and Christina Rappel of The Wisconsin Apparition Tracking Society (T.W.A.T.S.) join us to tell us not only what separates this celebration from other "paranormal conventions", but also breaks down the impressive guest list, tells us about the art form of burlesque(which will be featured there), investigations that TWATS have tackled, The Rogue Wave Theory, and exactly why we can't narrow down Franky's age! Get your Tickets to The Windy City Paranormal Festival here: https://windycityparafest.com/ AND remember to use the code "Darkness" to get 10 percent off your ticket price at checkout! There are new and different (and really cool) items all the time in the Darkness Radio Online store at our website! . check out the Darkness Radio Store!   https://www.darknessradioshow.com/store/ Want to be an "Executive Producer" of Darkness Radio? email Tim@darknessradio.com for details!  #paranormal  #supernatural  #metaphysical  #paranormalpodcasts  #darknessradio  #timdennis #frankyeverleigh #christinarappel #windycityparanormalfestival #thewisconsinapparitiontrackingsociety #twats #chicago #paranormalinvestigation #ghosthunters  #ghosts  #spirits  #spectres #hauntings #hauntedhouses #haunteddolls #juwanmass #heathertaddy #joshuadairen #adamberry #johneltenney #jessicaknapik #tawneylewis #kenboggle #burlesque #roguewavetheory

Darkness Radio Presents: Terrifying Tales From The Windy City with Event Promoters/Paranormal Investigators, Franky Everleigh & Christina Rappel! On Today's show, we focus on the city of Chicago and on a festival that focuses on the new, w=exciting and up and coming in the Paranormal! The Windy City Paranormal Festival! Co-Organizers Franky Everleigh (of Everleigh Entertainment) and Christina Rappel of The Wisconsin Apparition Tracking Society (T.W.A.T.S.) join us to tell us not only what separates this celebration from other "paranormal conventions", but also breaks down the impressive guest list, tells us about the art form of burlesque(which will be featured there), investigations that TWATS have tackled, The Rogue Wave Theory, and exactly why we can't narrow down Franky's age! Get your Tickets to The Windy City Paranormal Festival here: https://windycityparafest.com/ AND remember to use the code "Darkness" to get 10 percent off your ticket price at checkout! There are new and different (and really cool) items all the time in the Darkness Radio Online store at our website! . check out the Darkness Radio Store!   https://www.darknessradioshow.com/store/ Want to be an "Executive Producer" of Darkness Radio? email Tim@darknessradio.com for details!  #paranormal  #supernatural  #metaphysical  #paranormalpodcasts  #darknessradio  #timdennis #frankyeverleigh #christinarappel #windycityparanormalfestival #thewisconsinapparitiontrackingsociety #twats #chicago #paranormalinvestigation #ghosthunters  #ghosts  #spirits  #spectres #hauntings #hauntedhouses #haunteddolls #juwanmass #heathertaddy #joshuadairen #adamberry #johneltenney #jessicaknapik #tawneylewis #kenboggle #burlesque #roguewavetheory

This show has been flagged as Clean by the host. This is just an introduction, here is the rough text of the audio: Hello HPR: I'm murph, I've been an HPR listener for a long-time, into the TWAT days. I'll try to keep it quick. I started in computers in the early 80's with a VIC-20. After a few of the Commodore 8-bits, I settled into the Amiga line, which I daily drove up into this century, and stll have a few. In college in the 90's, I had a dilemma. I wanted to do C programming homework from home, but the expensive Amiga compiler wasn't compatible with the Sun workstations at school. Another student introduced me to Linux, and I promptly ordered a set of Slackware CDs and figured out how to install. I was looking for the compilers to complete my studies, but have stayed for the freedom, and the communities, like this one. I've used countless distros over the years, and use a few for different needs. I am still a Linux user, and system administrator. I've given a few talks on things like gnu/screen, mastodon, tmux ay conventions like Penguicon, SCaLE, HOPE and some more regional conferences. I was inspired by Lyle and Thaj Sera's HPR birds of a feather talk, and thought that it would make a good presentation, and asked them to let me base a talk off of it, which they encouraged. Part of that is how to submit a show, which resulted in me finally, after all this time, finally submitting one of my own, as opposed to the occassional show I've crassly barged into. If you want to reach me, the best ways would be by email or on the fediverse, @murph@hackers.town Thanks for listening. Provide feedback on this episode.

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Here we go again... we're back with another round of TWATS! Today we're discussing events from 31/01/25 - 02/02/25 including: Samoa's PM blames RFK jr for death of 83 children during measles outbreakPrince Andrew lied about visiting with Jeffrey EpsteinTulsi Gabbard lies about her pastConor McGregor drops the N bombTrump removes any mention of climate change from USA gov websitesWhite House lies about origin of covidTrump fires J6 prosecutorsCandace Owens claims politicians wife is a manDOGE takes over government departmentsTommy Robinson's fans have disappointing rallyConspracy world angry at RFK's stance on vaccinesDavid Icke looks for attentionElon Musk sues companies for not advertising on twitterDOGE takes control of the Federal payments systemAndrew Bridgen tries a new griftFox lists products that will be more expensive due to TrumpTrump admits that his plan for a trade war might raise pricesElon says covid created in a labDOGE tries to shut down USAIDDavid Icke says covid doesn't existTim Pool advocates invading CanadaBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/some-dare-call-it-conspiracy--5932731/support.

Insatiable Life.Based on the post by x sociate23, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.Planetary Survey had been right about the unpredictable weather patterns on Carter II. It was barely two days after the pond incident and only three weeks into their stay and the unstable star had apparently entered a cooling period. Cold fronts had rushed in from the polar regions, mixing with the warmer equatorial winds to cause icy rainfall to pelt the HAB in a near constant downpour. Nighttime temperatures plummeted to near freezing. Their shelter was insulated but the thin plasticine walls could only keep out so much of the cold. Complicating matters was the fact that their heating unit had shorted out the day prior when some sort of electric beetle had tried to get its rocks off with the heating element.Curt poked his head out of the cocoon of his sleeping bag to check the thermometer near his bunk. It registered forty-four degrees and dipped lower as he watched. He shivered as he looked over at Eza's bundled form. The poor girl was not taking the temperature inversion well. She shivered and shook beneath the thin padding of her sleep sleeve. He cursed again the short-sighted designers who hadn't taken into account the possible need to build a fire inside the HAB."Kurt?" came a muffled stutter from her olive grab sleeper."Yes?"She poked her face out of the cinched hole, looking like a giant blue faced caterpillar. A beautiful caterpillar."I know you have done all you can with the heat unit," she said, her teeth chattering, "But I am r-r-really cold.""I'm sorry I couldn't do more.""P-p-perhaps you can. I red that in t-t-times of crisis, T-Terrans would huddle together for warmth. Might we t-t-try that?" She knew she would be taking a risk being that close to him, but it was the lesser of two evils.Curt was also hesitant. He didn't trust his body not to betray his lust for her. His cock was already tingling at the thought. But she needed his help, and he couldn't deny those deep green eyes that stared pleadingly at him. So, he agreed, climbing from his sleep sleeve as he began to remove his tunic."W-w-what are you doing?" she asked hesitantly, feeling the stirring again at the sight of his deliciously tanned flesh."One less layer of clothes. It'll help warm you up faster," he explained."Shall I disrobe as well?"'Hell yes!' his mind screamed but instead he said, "No, that won't be necessary."He climbed into the sleep sleeve beside her and she immediately plastered herself to his side, her arm gripping so hard that it forced the air from his lungs. Wrapping his arm around her, she scooted closer, her heavy tits pressing against his side. Her body felt like it was on fire and for a moment he worried she might be sick with fever. But then he remembered that Venusians have a higher body temp than humans. No wonder she was suffering. Eza buried her face into his neck, pulling him closer still.Her body was racked by uncontrolled spasms, and he rubbed her arms and her back to try to warm her while at the same time trying to ignore the fact that only a thin layer of molyester separated her heavenly skin from his own. But she was making it difficult, her supplely scaled leg wrapping possessively around his. The temp, as well as his manhood, began to rapidly rise inside the sleeve.At length, the tremors subsided, and she relaxed against him with a melodious sigh. Her leg shifted higher, coming dangerously close to grazing his throbbing erection. Now he was trembling but not due to the cold.Eza felt it again, the burning, the desire. Feeling his body against hers, the churning inside her was more than she could bear any longer. Even the moments when she had given in were not enough to truly sate the sensations. She had to tell him. But what would he say? Would he be repulsed by her needs?"Kurt?" she mewed."Yes?""I have a confession to make," she said into his chest, "I have been keeping a secret from you.""It's okay, everyone is entitled to their secrets." Even as he said it, his mind was racing trying to think what it could be. None of the possibilities seemed pleasant."But this is different because it involves you. You see I... I have imprinted upon you.""What does that mean?"She raised herself up onto an elbow to look at him. His face glowed nearly as blue as her own in the light of the twin moons that shone down through the skylight."When a Venusian comes of age, as I have, they imprint upon the person they have chosen as their agrah.""Agrah?"She looked at him sheepishly."Loosely translated it means their... their lover."The face, as well as the mind behind it, showed surprise but before he could speak, she interrupted him."There's more.""More?""As part of the imprinting, a Venusian will develop an empathic connection with their agrah.""And what does that mean?""It means I can feel your emotions." Her eyes burned into his as she leaned in closer, "I know you were watching me by the lake."The Earthling's eyes widened in panic as he tried to explain himself but a Venusian finger to his lips silenced him."I know because I felt you. Your emotions for me were so strong that they...they made me...what is the word..." She stared off as if trying to remember but then her green eyes pierced him with a look that made his stomach do flips, "Horny."Curt lay there, staring blankly with her pointy finger still pressed to his lips. She felt his jumbled emotions: fear, trepidation, uncertainty. But above all she felt the one emotion that she too longed to indulge in: desire."I wish to demonstrate kissing," she said to his stupefied expression. He nodded into her finger. The hand it was attached to, moved to cup his jaw. She could feel his throbbing pulse, it matched the thunder of her own.Their lips coming together once more was like the attraction of two oppositely charged particles. Eza was now the demonstrator, wriggling her supple blue lips against his and he wondered if she had been practicing. Then his eyes shot open and crossed as her snake-like tongue slithered into his mouth. It wrestled with his, coiling and swirling, nearly filling his whole mouth. She literally shoved it down his throat and somehow he managed to resist the urge to cough. When he had first seen it by the lake, he had thought it would feel raspy but instead it was as silky and smooth as a strand of satin. He quivered at the feeling of it and was breathing hard by the time she ended the kiss."Where... did you learn... that?" he gasped."It was under a subheading called: Frenching," she explained. But then her face took on a sad expression, "I am sorry. I know I am not very good at it. I umm!"Curt pulled her into a savage kiss that filled both their minds with a haze of red heat. The sweet metal taste was overwhelming his senses as his tongue invaded her mouth. Her body seemed to melt against him as she sighed into his mouth like a harmonica.As the kiss lengthened, their hands and bodies became active. His hands caressed her arms and back, hers groped at his chest and abs. His body writhed beneath her touch while hers moved to straddle him. He felt the burning heat from her loins, she the hardened ridge of his manhood beneath his trousers. His strong hands sought her ass, gently squeezing the rounded humps. She sighed in yet another octave at the feeling, her hips grinding against his. Her lips pulled away, her eyes shining with yearning."Make fuck to me," she pleaded.His smile at her improper grammar only widened further as she sat upright, her webbed hand reaching for the zipper of her tunic. She tugged the faster tantalizingly slow, exposing inch after glorious inch of her blue flesh. Her heavy tits fell free of the garment as she tossed it aside. Her goblets hung before him like twin Christmas ornaments, and he reached for his newly unwrapped gifts.She shivered at his touch. The hands, though roughened and calloused from the work on their ship, nonetheless brushed across her skin like whispers from a feather. They glided across the rounded expanse, kneading the soft flesh like modeling clay. She gasped as he tweaked her plump, blueberry nipples between thumb and forefinger.Leaning forward, she took hold of her tit to aim the dark nib at his pink, receptive lips. They parted, enveloping the gooseflesh of her areola. She sucked in her breath as he began to suckle like a babe, lapping and mouthing the sensitive bud. Compulsively she ground her already damp sex against the buried ridge of his cock as he sucked more of her tender flesh into his mouth. Suddenly his hips thrust as if trying to force his way through their clothes, his hands pulling their loins tightly together.Eza climaxed at the motion and the unbridled emotion she felt from him in that moment. Her hand pulled his head closer to her bosom, her fleshy tit threatening to suffocate him as she let out a snaky hiss between clenched teeth. At last, she released her hold but his respite was short lived as her mouth descended, smothering him with feverish kisses. They pulled away to whisper into his ear."I wish to demonstrating something."Then he felt it. Her serpent tongue flicked out to slither through the conch shaped hollows of his ear. It lapped at the lobe before trailing down the curve of his neck and across his exposed collarbone. He shivered as his traveled across the expanse of his chest, rode the bulges of his abs. Her small hands pulled at the waist of his pants so that her tongue could slink beneath the material to lick the tender flesh just above his pubes. The entire time, her eyes never left his, the stare down only heightening his desire.His cock strained at its confines, threatening to rip the fabric as her hands worked to free it. It sprang to attention immediately, lightly hitting her in the nose and making her giggle. But her smiled faded, replaced with a look of awe at the pillar of flesh before her. She never expected him to be so big. He was a good nine inches, well over the five and three quarters the texts said was the average. He was also thick, her small webbed hand barely fitting around it as she delicately grasped the shaft. It felt as hot and hard as a recently fire beryllium rocket. Though she felt unsure of herself, this being her first time with any male, she couldn't help the rush of heat to her loins at the thought that Curt would soon be inside of her, filling her up, splitting her like a piece of du'Nar wood. Staring into his beautiful brown eyes that peered down at her with uninhibited desire, she opened her mouth as if she were about to bite into an apple.Her blueberry lips closed around the red delicious of his head and Curt gasped. Her lips were like satin as she slowly worked them across his mushroom shaped head. Her green eyes never left his face, wanting to gauge his reactions. The look of lust in them added to the feel of her lips on his cock. Emboldened by his whimpers of pleasure, she began to suck harder, taking more of him into her mouth with each stroke. Her purple curls swayed with the motions of her gently bobbing head.All at once she stopped, his cock head still in her mouth. He at first thought something was wrong but then he felt it: her tongue coiling around the head like an anaconda with its prey. He shivered at the new sensation of his cock being gripped in such a way as her lips resumed their sucking. He saw (and felt) the tongue slither out past her lips to twist and twirl down his length. He couldn't breathe, could only stare at her as she did things to his cock that no Terran girl, no matter how tongue twistingly talented, could ever do. He was shaking by the time her dark python released its victim."Was that acceptable?" she asked eagerly."Where the fuck did you learn that?!"Her face darkened with a look of guilt."My-my roommate at the Academy. She used to entertain many Terran males. One night while she thought I was asleep, she brought a man to our dorm. I-I watched her do that to him before they copulated."Curt's eyebrow shot up in surprise. 'This Venusian vixen is just full of surprises,' he thought."My, my. Aren't you a dirty girl.""I am not dirty," she said indignantly, "I am very hygienic.""That's not what that...Never mind.""Do you wish that I should continue?" she asked, going back to the subject still in her hand."Actually, I have a better idea.""What?""This roommate. Did the man she was with put his head between her legs by any chance?""Yes, he seemed to be trying to consume her.""Well, Lieutenant," he said with a mischievous grin, "Prepared to be consumed."He saw her eyes widened as she gulped.Eza was hesitant about her pending consumption, the almost painfully cries of her roommate fresh in her mind but she allowed herself to be laid down. The fact that Curt was eying her body like a buffet did not help her apprehension. But then he leaned down to kiss her gently, tenderly. She relaxed into the kiss, his lips melting away the tension but at the same time stoking up a fire of anticipation deep within her. His lips broke away to travel down her body. Though it was much shorter than hers, it nevertheless sent tingles through her as he wove lazy circles and trails down the nape of her neck, across the pointed domes of her tits, down the slope of her navel free belly. She lifted her legs so that he could remove her already soaked shorts.Her smell hit him hard, filling his lungs and driving his desire to a new level. Her legs parted, causing her indigo flower to blossom. Her breathing was shallow, her legs trembling as he ran kisses up and down her inner thighs. Her body seized, her hands clenching the sheets beneath her at his lips found her core.Her dark blue lips almost burned his tongue, they felt so hot but he would rather risk injury than remove it from their heavenly silkiness. Her scent as intoxicating, her taste luxurious. It dawned on him as he felt her body quaking that his were the first lips to taste her and he set out to make her first tonguing one for the ages.He lipped her folds, lapped at her metal flavored fluids as they flowed from her. Spreading her vulva to expose more of her lavender love tunnel, he plunged his tongue into her petals, wriggling it like a hungry bumble bee.The Venusian began to make sounds that could only be described as yodeling modulated through a Theremin, her moans of pleasure changing octave several times. He sought her clit and found that she had not one but two pointed nubs, one in front of the other. His tongue made figure eights around the twin pips, his lips slurping the dark pearls of her Venus clam.Eza cried out as she came, her hand seizing his head to pull his face deeper. Her juices drowned him and he gulped them greedily, the excess spilling down his chin. She writhed, stretched and sang as he lustfully devoured her. She would later tell him that the orgasms he evoked in her had been intensified by her feeling his strong desire to pleasure her.A massive orgasm grabbed hold, contorting her body into a near fetal position. She collapsed back, gasping for breath, her tits heaving.He climbed atop her and her lips were aflame as they sought his, her hands pulling him closer. He raised himself on strong, sinewy arms, his dark eyes filled with desire, an emotion he broadcast like a thousand-watt transmitter. She felt the heated tip of his cock at her entrance. She wanted him inside of her so badly but suddenly she felt hesitant, almost ashamed."Kurt?""Yes?""I-I haven't...I mean... this is my first... time.""I kinda figured as much.""Is that acceptable?""Only if you are okay with me being your first."The look she gave told him the answer to that. Without another word, he slowly began to ease himself inside her. Pain shot through her as muscles stretched and fibers tore. She wanted this more than anything but could not hide the look of pain on her face as her eyes scrunched shut. He stopped."You, okay?""Y-yes," she breathed."Should I stop?""No!" she nearly shouted, her eyes flying open and locking with his. Then more gently, "No, please keep going."Curt was hesitant now. He was barely inside of her and she was already incredibly tight. He worried they might not be physically compatible and as much as he wanted to make love to her, he also didn't want to cause her any undo harm.Eza felt his empathy and concern for her. It made her heart valve swell, made her desire him even more.

Insatiable Life.Based on the post by x sociate23, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.Planetary Survey had been right about the unpredictable weather patterns on Carter II. It was barely two days after the pond incident and only three weeks into their stay and the unstable star had apparently entered a cooling period. Cold fronts had rushed in from the polar regions, mixing with the warmer equatorial winds to cause icy rainfall to pelt the HAB in a near constant downpour. Nighttime temperatures plummeted to near freezing. Their shelter was insulated but the thin plasticine walls could only keep out so much of the cold. Complicating matters was the fact that their heating unit had shorted out the day prior when some sort of electric beetle had tried to get its rocks off with the heating element.Curt poked his head out of the cocoon of his sleeping bag to check the thermometer near his bunk. It registered forty-four degrees and dipped lower as he watched. He shivered as he looked over at Eza's bundled form. The poor girl was not taking the temperature inversion well. She shivered and shook beneath the thin padding of her sleep sleeve. He cursed again the short-sighted designers who hadn't taken into account the possible need to build a fire inside the HAB."Kurt?" came a muffled stutter from her olive grab sleeper."Yes?"She poked her face out of the cinched hole, looking like a giant blue faced caterpillar. A beautiful caterpillar."I know you have done all you can with the heat unit," she said, her teeth chattering, "But I am r-r-really cold.""I'm sorry I couldn't do more.""P-p-perhaps you can. I red that in t-t-times of crisis, T-Terrans would huddle together for warmth. Might we t-t-try that?" She knew she would be taking a risk being that close to him, but it was the lesser of two evils.Curt was also hesitant. He didn't trust his body not to betray his lust for her. His cock was already tingling at the thought. But she needed his help, and he couldn't deny those deep green eyes that stared pleadingly at him. So, he agreed, climbing from his sleep sleeve as he began to remove his tunic."W-w-what are you doing?" she asked hesitantly, feeling the stirring again at the sight of his deliciously tanned flesh."One less layer of clothes. It'll help warm you up faster," he explained."Shall I disrobe as well?"'Hell yes!' his mind screamed but instead he said, "No, that won't be necessary."He climbed into the sleep sleeve beside her and she immediately plastered herself to his side, her arm gripping so hard that it forced the air from his lungs. Wrapping his arm around her, she scooted closer, her heavy tits pressing against his side. Her body felt like it was on fire and for a moment he worried she might be sick with fever. But then he remembered that Venusians have a higher body temp than humans. No wonder she was suffering. Eza buried her face into his neck, pulling him closer still.Her body was racked by uncontrolled spasms, and he rubbed her arms and her back to try to warm her while at the same time trying to ignore the fact that only a thin layer of molyester separated her heavenly skin from his own. But she was making it difficult, her supplely scaled leg wrapping possessively around his. The temp, as well as his manhood, began to rapidly rise inside the sleeve.At length, the tremors subsided, and she relaxed against him with a melodious sigh. Her leg shifted higher, coming dangerously close to grazing his throbbing erection. Now he was trembling but not due to the cold.Eza felt it again, the burning, the desire. Feeling his body against hers, the churning inside her was more than she could bear any longer. Even the moments when she had given in were not enough to truly sate the sensations. She had to tell him. But what would he say? Would he be repulsed by her needs?"Kurt?" she mewed."Yes?""I have a confession to make," she said into his chest, "I have been keeping a secret from you.""It's okay, everyone is entitled to their secrets." Even as he said it, his mind was racing trying to think what it could be. None of the possibilities seemed pleasant."But this is different because it involves you. You see I... I have imprinted upon you.""What does that mean?"She raised herself up onto an elbow to look at him. His face glowed nearly as blue as her own in the light of the twin moons that shone down through the skylight."When a Venusian comes of age, as I have, they imprint upon the person they have chosen as their agrah.""Agrah?"She looked at him sheepishly."Loosely translated it means their... their lover."The face, as well as the mind behind it, showed surprise but before he could speak, she interrupted him."There's more.""More?""As part of the imprinting, a Venusian will develop an empathic connection with their agrah.""And what does that mean?""It means I can feel your emotions." Her eyes burned into his as she leaned in closer, "I know you were watching me by the lake."The Earthling's eyes widened in panic as he tried to explain himself but a Venusian finger to his lips silenced him."I know because I felt you. Your emotions for me were so strong that they...they made me...what is the word..." She stared off as if trying to remember but then her green eyes pierced him with a look that made his stomach do flips, "Horny."Curt lay there, staring blankly with her pointy finger still pressed to his lips. She felt his jumbled emotions: fear, trepidation, uncertainty. But above all she felt the one emotion that she too longed to indulge in: desire."I wish to demonstrate kissing," she said to his stupefied expression. He nodded into her finger. The hand it was attached to, moved to cup his jaw. She could feel his throbbing pulse, it matched the thunder of her own.Their lips coming together once more was like the attraction of two oppositely charged particles. Eza was now the demonstrator, wriggling her supple blue lips against his and he wondered if she had been practicing. Then his eyes shot open and crossed as her snake-like tongue slithered into his mouth. It wrestled with his, coiling and swirling, nearly filling his whole mouth. She literally shoved it down his throat and somehow he managed to resist the urge to cough. When he had first seen it by the lake, he had thought it would feel raspy but instead it was as silky and smooth as a strand of satin. He quivered at the feeling of it and was breathing hard by the time she ended the kiss."Where... did you learn... that?" he gasped."It was under a subheading called: Frenching," she explained. But then her face took on a sad expression, "I am sorry. I know I am not very good at it. I umm!"Curt pulled her into a savage kiss that filled both their minds with a haze of red heat. The sweet metal taste was overwhelming his senses as his tongue invaded her mouth. Her body seemed to melt against him as she sighed into his mouth like a harmonica.As the kiss lengthened, their hands and bodies became active. His hands caressed her arms and back, hers groped at his chest and abs. His body writhed beneath her touch while hers moved to straddle him. He felt the burning heat from her loins, she the hardened ridge of his manhood beneath his trousers. His strong hands sought her ass, gently squeezing the rounded humps. She sighed in yet another octave at the feeling, her hips grinding against his. Her lips pulled away, her eyes shining with yearning."Make fuck to me," she pleaded.His smile at her improper grammar only widened further as she sat upright, her webbed hand reaching for the zipper of her tunic. She tugged the faster tantalizingly slow, exposing inch after glorious inch of her blue flesh. Her heavy tits fell free of the garment as she tossed it aside. Her goblets hung before him like twin Christmas ornaments, and he reached for his newly unwrapped gifts.She shivered at his touch. The hands, though roughened and calloused from the work on their ship, nonetheless brushed across her skin like whispers from a feather. They glided across the rounded expanse, kneading the soft flesh like modeling clay. She gasped as he tweaked her plump, blueberry nipples between thumb and forefinger.Leaning forward, she took hold of her tit to aim the dark nib at his pink, receptive lips. They parted, enveloping the gooseflesh of her areola. She sucked in her breath as he began to suckle like a babe, lapping and mouthing the sensitive bud. Compulsively she ground her already damp sex against the buried ridge of his cock as he sucked more of her tender flesh into his mouth. Suddenly his hips thrust as if trying to force his way through their clothes, his hands pulling their loins tightly together.Eza climaxed at the motion and the unbridled emotion she felt from him in that moment. Her hand pulled his head closer to her bosom, her fleshy tit threatening to suffocate him as she let out a snaky hiss between clenched teeth. At last, she released her hold but his respite was short lived as her mouth descended, smothering him with feverish kisses. They pulled away to whisper into his ear."I wish to demonstrating something."Then he felt it. Her serpent tongue flicked out to slither through the conch shaped hollows of his ear. It lapped at the lobe before trailing down the curve of his neck and across his exposed collarbone. He shivered as his traveled across the expanse of his chest, rode the bulges of his abs. Her small hands pulled at the waist of his pants so that her tongue could slink beneath the material to lick the tender flesh just above his pubes. The entire time, her eyes never left his, the stare down only heightening his desire.His cock strained at its confines, threatening to rip the fabric as her hands worked to free it. It sprang to attention immediately, lightly hitting her in the nose and making her giggle. But her smiled faded, replaced with a look of awe at the pillar of flesh before her. She never expected him to be so big. He was a good nine inches, well over the five and three quarters the texts said was the average. He was also thick, her small webbed hand barely fitting around it as she delicately grasped the shaft. It felt as hot and hard as a recently fire beryllium rocket. Though she felt unsure of herself, this being her first time with any male, she couldn't help the rush of heat to her loins at the thought that Curt would soon be inside of her, filling her up, splitting her like a piece of du'Nar wood. Staring into his beautiful brown eyes that peered down at her with uninhibited desire, she opened her mouth as if she were about to bite into an apple.Her blueberry lips closed around the red delicious of his head and Curt gasped. Her lips were like satin as she slowly worked them across his mushroom shaped head. Her green eyes never left his face, wanting to gauge his reactions. The look of lust in them added to the feel of her lips on his cock. Emboldened by his whimpers of pleasure, she began to suck harder, taking more of him into her mouth with each stroke. Her purple curls swayed with the motions of her gently bobbing head.All at once she stopped, his cock head still in her mouth. He at first thought something was wrong but then he felt it: her tongue coiling around the head like an anaconda with its prey. He shivered at the new sensation of his cock being gripped in such a way as her lips resumed their sucking. He saw (and felt) the tongue slither out past her lips to twist and twirl down his length. He couldn't breathe, could only stare at her as she did things to his cock that no Terran girl, no matter how tongue twistingly talented, could ever do. He was shaking by the time her dark python released its victim."Was that acceptable?" she asked eagerly."Where the fuck did you learn that?!"Her face darkened with a look of guilt."My-my roommate at the Academy. She used to entertain many Terran males. One night while she thought I was asleep, she brought a man to our dorm. I-I watched her do that to him before they copulated."Curt's eyebrow shot up in surprise. 'This Venusian vixen is just full of surprises,' he thought."My, my. Aren't you a dirty girl.""I am not dirty," she said indignantly, "I am very hygienic.""That's not what that...Never mind.""Do you wish that I should continue?" she asked, going back to the subject still in her hand."Actually, I have a better idea.""What?""This roommate. Did the man she was with put his head between her legs by any chance?""Yes, he seemed to be trying to consume her.""Well, Lieutenant," he said with a mischievous grin, "Prepared to be consumed."He saw her eyes widened as she gulped.Eza was hesitant about her pending consumption, the almost painfully cries of her roommate fresh in her mind but she allowed herself to be laid down. The fact that Curt was eying her body like a buffet did not help her apprehension. But then he leaned down to kiss her gently, tenderly. She relaxed into the kiss, his lips melting away the tension but at the same time stoking up a fire of anticipation deep within her. His lips broke away to travel down her body. Though it was much shorter than hers, it nevertheless sent tingles through her as he wove lazy circles and trails down the nape of her neck, across the pointed domes of her tits, down the slope of her navel free belly. She lifted her legs so that he could remove her already soaked shorts.Her smell hit him hard, filling his lungs and driving his desire to a new level. Her legs parted, causing her indigo flower to blossom. Her breathing was shallow, her legs trembling as he ran kisses up and down her inner thighs. Her body seized, her hands clenching the sheets beneath her at his lips found her core.Her dark blue lips almost burned his tongue, they felt so hot but he would rather risk injury than remove it from their heavenly silkiness. Her scent as intoxicating, her taste luxurious. It dawned on him as he felt her body quaking that his were the first lips to taste her and he set out to make her first tonguing one for the ages.He lipped her folds, lapped at her metal flavored fluids as they flowed from her. Spreading her vulva to expose more of her lavender love tunnel, he plunged his tongue into her petals, wriggling it like a hungry bumble bee.The Venusian began to make sounds that could only be described as yodeling modulated through a Theremin, her moans of pleasure changing octave several times. He sought her clit and found that she had not one but two pointed nubs, one in front of the other. His tongue made figure eights around the twin pips, his lips slurping the dark pearls of her Venus clam.Eza cried out as she came, her hand seizing his head to pull his face deeper. Her juices drowned him and he gulped them greedily, the excess spilling down his chin. She writhed, stretched and sang as he lustfully devoured her. She would later tell him that the orgasms he evoked in her had been intensified by her feeling his strong desire to pleasure her.A massive orgasm grabbed hold, contorting her body into a near fetal position. She collapsed back, gasping for breath, her tits heaving.He climbed atop her and her lips were aflame as they sought his, her hands pulling him closer. He raised himself on strong, sinewy arms, his dark eyes filled with desire, an emotion he broadcast like a thousand-watt transmitter. She felt the heated tip of his cock at her entrance. She wanted him inside of her so badly but suddenly she felt hesitant, almost ashamed."Kurt?""Yes?""I-I haven't...I mean... this is my first... time.""I kinda figured as much.""Is that acceptable?""Only if you are okay with me being your first."The look she gave told him the answer to that. Without another word, he slowly began to ease himself inside her. Pain shot through her as muscles stretched and fibers tore. She wanted this more than anything but could not hide the look of pain on her face as her eyes scrunched shut. He stopped."You, okay?""Y-yes," she breathed."Should I stop?""No!" she nearly shouted, her eyes flying open and locking with his. Then more gently, "No, please keep going."Curt was hesitant now. He was barely inside of her and she was already incredibly tight. He worried they might not be physically compatible and as much as he wanted to make love to her, he also didn't want to cause her any undo harm.Eza felt his empathy and concern for her. It made her heart valve swell, made her desire him even more.

Earthling and Venusian are marooned.Based on the post by x sociate23, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.Space Cadet Curt Cockman stood at rigid attention so that his commanding officer could conduct her rigorous inspection. Captain Bunny Bendover (pronounced Benover, for the D was silent;) was a stern but fair Commanding Officer. She also happened to be hotter than a coronal run around Sol.Tall, blonde and shapely in her silver Space Command uniform; she was a total dick magnet. She walked stiffly around the much taller cadet, eying his well-muscled physique beneath his skintight uniform. As usual, not so much as a hair out of place. At twenty-three and fresh out of the Space Ranger Academy, the ruggedly handsome Cockman was a poster child for that much venerated group of space-faring men and women.As the captain came to stand in front of him, it took all of Cockman's concentration not to look down at the mostly unzipped front of her waistcoat officer's uniform. The twin swells of her tits hung just below his gaze, which never wavered as she stared him down with her piercing blue eyes. It was no accident how she chose to wear her wardrobe. Nothing like a nice set of tits to test the discipline of a bunch of horny wanna-be spacemen."Present arm!" she belted out, her bosom bouncing slightly as she did so.The cadet whipped out his ‘pistol', for inspection, with military precision. The captain reached down, running a gloved finger along the shaft of the weapon. The white finger was free of smudges. Taking hold of the handle, she pivoted it from side to side to check for any unnatural curving. She lifted it up to check the magazine, tilted it down to check the sights. Satisfied, she knelt down and placed the bulbous barrel between her lips.Cockman closed his eyes as his superior's superb mouth began to 'check the charge on his ray gun'. Bunny Benover hadn't gotten the nickname of Cap'n Cocksucker for nothing. Cadets who came under her command would also cum on her command.Those in her unit said she found a penis preference for she would get their units "inspected" several times a week; and Cockman was one such enlistee. Her frequent fellatio fraternization was unofficially tolerated because she was the daughter of a well-known general. It was also a boost to morale and cadet recruitment. Many young men would sign on for a hitch, just for a chance at receiving a blowjob bonus courtesy of the busty blonde captain.Cockman chanced a glance down to watch the master a work."Eyes fwunt, Cabet!" she mumbled around her mouthful. For the next several minutes, the only sounds in the room were the ticking of a wall chronometer and sucking noises. At length she released him long enough to gasp out, "At ease!"Cockman went in parade rest stance with his feet shoulder-width apart, and hands clasped behind his back. Now they could both enjoy the inspection and he looked down. He was rewarded with the sight of her red lips raking down the length of his cock. She looked up at him, her blue eyes now twinkling with lust as she began to suck him harder, her cheeks hallowed and lips stretched around his girth. Her gripped tightened as she practically fucked her face with his cock. She backed off gasping, a strand of spit stringing from his tip to her lips."Enjoying your inspection?" she asked huskily, swirling her tongue around his head."Ye-Yes, Ma'am!" he gasped as she teased his tip."Well, I'm afraid this will be your last for a while," she sighed, sucking him for nearly a full minute before she continued, "You've been reassigned to a patrol squadron.""I understand, Ma'am," he answered, his voice a mix of excitement and disappointment. He had always dreamed of being a rocket pilot, but he was also going to miss getting his pipes cleaned on a regular basis."And since this will be our last session and your service..." she said, giving his cock an appreciative lick, "...has been exemplary, I've decided to give you a proper sendoff.""Not necessary, Ma'am. It has been an honor and a privilege to serve under your command.""Be that as it may, I believe you deserve a reward for service above and beyond the call of duty."Standing, she leaned up to shove her tongue in his mouth.To say that Cockman was surprised would have been the understatement of the twenty-second century. Despite the literal dozens of times she had blown him, she had never once kissed him or any other cadet, as far as he knew. Nevertheless, he responded as any healthy male would, by kissing her back, his hands encircling her waist to pull her closer.Her hands, meanwhile, reached to slowly unzip her tunic. When the zipper reached her navel, her sizable tits fell out of the flimsy garment. Breaking the kiss, she offered one to him and he took the ruddy nipple into his mouth, his tongue playing across the hardened tip. He reached up to caress and squeeze as he pulled more of her tender flesh in. Bunny ran her hands through his dark hair, moaning as he moved to mouth the other tit.Her manicured fingers tugged at the zipper of his jacket; he shrugged out of it as she fumbled with his belt, his lips still glued to her tits. His pants dropped in a heap around his heavy space boots. By now her tits were practically coated with his saliva, glistening in the bright overhead lighting.Pulling him up into a kiss, she quickly shed her own slacks. Cockman noted with a smile deep in the corners of his mouth that she had gone commando for the occasion as she shimmied her round ass onto the edge of the desk, a sweep of her arm clearing it so that she could lay back. Her legs spread out and up, invitingly; her hands rubbing up and down her inner thighs. Cockman could see she was already dripping as she addressed him."Drop and give me twenty, Cadet!" she said breathlessly.Cockman dropped to his knees, burying his face in her sex. He mouthed her puffy flesh, his tongue sinking deep inside her hole. She moaned, grabbing his head to force his face deeper. He began to finger her, first one digit, then two as his tongue slid across her clit in waves, pinging her radar over and over. His fingers hit her little red button and she howled like a 20th century air raid siren. Cockman kept going, his mouth and fingers flanking her trench line."Oh, God! Oh, eat my Twat, baby!" she hissed through clenched teeth, grinding her slit in his mouth. Her dirty talk turned him on and he redoubled his efforts, furiously fingering her, his teeth savagely pulling at her clit. She was writhing and screaming, cursing at him to eat her alive. At exactly the twenty minute mark, she commanded he stand down, her body still convulsing from his gratuitous feasting. She recovered, then sat up.As he stood, she leaned forward, and reached both hands around his neck then pulled him down to her, crushing her lips to his as she pulled him on top of her."Fuck me, Curt!" she begged. Cockman's arms were extended down to the surface of the desk. Captain Benover's legs were wrapped around his naked ass.Again, Cockman was surprised. He didn't think she knew he even had a first name, let alone what it was. He was also now fully aware of what it was he was being offered. As the name would suggest, Captain Cocksucker was pretty liberal with her mouth but was very conservative with her cunt. You could probably count on one hand the number of men who'd gotten to pound her Twat. Now Cockman was literally being allowed entrance into that illustrious group, and his cock stiffened further at the thought that he was about to bone the infamous Bunny Benover.He stood erect and slipped his hardness slowly into her soft folds, Bunny whimpering as he buried himself in her box. He began to pump gently, savoring her tight twat. His large cock seemed to stretch her hole as he stabbed into her a couple times forcefully. She pushed him back, now draping her legs over his shoulders as she sighed out a command."Double time, Cadet!"Grabbing her waist, Cockman began thrusting and was soon slamming into her, hard enough to make her tits bounce with each impact. He wrapped an arm around each thigh and used her legs to leverage firm thrust into her wet hot crotch. He spread her legs wide so he could look down, wanting a mental picture of his “Cockman's Brand Sausage” slipping into her sweet bun. The captain was grunting, squeezing and pinching her tits as the cadet bored her canal good.She pushed him off her and turned away. True to her namesake, she stood, then rotated and bent over the desk, reaching down to spread her labia with two fingers, signaling him for reentry. Cockman wasted no time in landing his missile back into her silo. Grasping her thick hips, he launched his warhead at her target repeatedly, tightly packing her torpedo tube for a good five minutes before fatigue set in.Feeling his cartridge firmly lodged in the chamber, he slowed his assault on her rearguard. He wanted to make this momentous mounting last. Bunny was wailing, his massive ICBM sending red alerts to her control center.After another ten minutes of giving her a D that was not silent, the urge to pop flare became too great. Per standing orders, he notified his C O of his pending need for extraction. Shoving him away, she slid off and sank to her knees, then spun around to swallow his now overly sensitive member. She slobbered his schlong, her blond head bouncing on his boner.Slipping off for a moment, she offered; "You wanna cum in my mouth, baby?" she cooed. It would be another first for Cockman."Uh huh!" he croaked, his legs trembling.She shifted into full slut mode, slamming his cock to the back of her throat. Taking hold of his ass, she gagged herself, coughed around his cock as it sank deeper still. He felt ignition, barely blurting out a warning as his booster rockets fired.Like the professional cocksucker she was, Bunny didn't bat an eyelash, sinfully swallowing his spaceman spunk. Cockman groaned as he emptied his balls into her guzzling gullet. Captain Benover slowly pulled him out of her throat just long enough to exhale, then draw another nasal breath. Then she pressed her mouth against his furry pelvis and took his rod beck down her throat again. This went on for a couple minutes, her tongue rubbing his frenulum rhythmically. She didn't cease her sucking until his thoroughly deflated dong fell from her sore lips.Cockman looked down at his cumslut of a commanding officer. A bead of seminal fluid trickled from her lips as she dreamily smiled up at him.'Man, the guys back in the barracks would never believe me', he thought to himself as she rose to kiss him full on the mouth. He could taste his jizz on her invasive tongue."Don't be a stranger, Cadet," she whispered, stroking his manhood once more.Cadet Cockman exited the office a couple of minutes later.A sandy haired sergeant sat in the anteroom. His hands shot from under the desk to hurriedly flip a switch on the vidphone on his desk. All the same, Cockman was still able to make out the split-second image of the interior of Bunny's office on the screen.'I'll have to ask for a copy of that tape,' he thought wickedly as he headed for the mess hall, suddenly ravenous.The Transfer.The reflective hull of the X-23 gleamed in the noonday sun as its launch platform was towed from the hangar, the parting doors giving the phallic-shaped spacecraft the suggestion of spreading the lips of a giant silver cunt. The ship measured sixty meters from tip to turbo booster, its fuselage nearly cylindrical for most of that length. Unlike most modern spacecraft, the X-23 was outfitted with a set of wings and tailfins. These would be useless in the airless vacuum of space but when combined with the powerful engines, the plane-like design would allow the craft to take off and land without requiring an orbital booster.It was also one of the first fighters equipped with a hyperspace drive. This addition meant that it could be more accurately classified as a starship, rather than a mere spaceship, since it could travel between distant stars without the need to be tied to a heavier cruiser or frigate.But the feature that truly made the X-23 stand out were the neat rows of studs along its fuselage. Each of these grapefruit-sized half spheres contained a small thruster and these could be fired in sequence to perform any number of precise maneuvers in the frictionless void of space. The egg-shaped cockpit where the two pilots sat only added to the ship's unofficial motto: 'Ribbed for her pleasure.'Cadet Cockman hung back a safe distance to watch the launch platform incline the craft to the required forty-five-degree angle. Soon it stood like a giant winged dildo ready to penetrate the wild blue yonder.Feeling a slap on the shoulder, Cockman turned to find Cadet Billy Haney standing next to him. The two had gone through the Academy together and Bill was now in charge of the ground crew for the flight squadron. It felt good for Cockman to know that his soon to be fighter was in good, if a bit neurotic, hands."How's it hanging', Cockman?" Bill said, shaking hands with the much taller man."Long, lean and to the left," Cockman deadpanned but then both of them burst into laughter at the inside joke."Ain't she a beauty?" beamed the other, gesturing to the ship. Cockman nodded knowingly."A fine ship if I ever saw one.""Ever fly her?""Only sim," Cockman admitted timidly."No worries, CC. She ain't much different from the twenty-two unless you count the jump drive. Besides, wasn't it you who bagged Sheila Neutrino our senior year? Anyone who can handle that hydrazine in heels can certainly handle this baby."Bill playfully punched in pal in the arm. The mention of Sheila brought up fond memories of giving her the 'Cockman Special' in the null-g simulator."Who's my co-pilot?" Cockman asked, shaking the image of zero-g jugs from his mind as a set of stairs was wheeled up to the spacecraft, "You met him yet?""Here she comes now, as a matter of fact," Bill said, staring at the far end of the tarmac."She?" Cockman asked, following his gaze.The approaching figure was still far enough away that the heat rising from the flattop distorted the image. As it grew closer, the curving waves stopped wavering and stayed curvy. She wore an outfit similar to Captain Benover but with the tunic fully zipped to the wide collar. In spite of that, the tight-fitting uniform could not conceal the fact that she was generously round in all the right places. She walked with a military cadence, her hips swaying and bosom bouncing slightly with each step. Cockman saw a cadet behind her nearly wreck the cargo mover he was driving, so intent was he in looking at what could only be assumed was a very nice ass.The advancing hottie was also different from Bunny in that instead of blond hair and tanned skin, this babe had blue skin and purple hair which was tied back into a tight regulation bun. A Venusian, Cockman realized. She had on mirrored aviators' glasses and as she neared, he peeped the lieutenant pips on her collar. Both he and Bill snapped to attention."As you were," she said as she reached up to remove the shades. The voice had an almost musical quality to it and Cockman remembered reading somewhere about Venusian vocal harmonies. He also noted that her fingers were partially webbed and had no nails. Her heart shaped mouth was as dark and full as a bushel of fresh blueberriesBut it was the eyes that really drew his attention. They were the type you got lost in, such a deep shade of green they looked like two emerald circlets floating in a clear blue sky."Cadet Cockman, I'd like to introduce you to Lieutenant  Eza LuNar," Bill said with the emphasis on 'nar', "She'll be your astrogator for the flight.""Ma'am," Cockman said, nodding. Those lovely green eyes looked him up and down, an unimpressed look on her bluish face."You are my pilot?" she harrumphed.'Oh boy', he thought as he said, "Yes, Ma'am.""How much flight time do you have, Cadet?" she asked indifferently."Over fifteen hundred hours, Ma'am." He wasn't about to tell her that some of that time was spent giving a new meaning to the term 'cockpit'. She eyed him up and down again, perhaps a bit differently this time, he noticed and then turned to Bill."Are we ready for a system check, Cadet?" she lisped."Ready as she'll ever be, Ma'am," he replied smartly.When the lieutenant turned her back of the pair to move towards the ship, Bill silently got Cockman's attention, making hour glass motions in the air with his hands as he mouthed the word 'wow!'. They followed after her and as they neared, Cockman spotted on the side of the cockpit a cartoon Venusian in a Pinup girl pose, riding side saddle on an even more conspicuously phallic shaped rocket. The string bikini she wore barely covered her overly large blue tits and she was winking suggestively as she saluted. He grimaced as he red the caption beneath: 'Feels so good even a Venus girl will like it!'Lieutenant  LuNar halted when she too noticed the caricature and glared at Bill, her green eyes sparking with anger."I'll have that removed at the next servicing Ma'am," he gulped."See that you do, Cadet," she hissed.They came to the foot of the stairs and Bill motioned for them to ascend. As was customary, the lieutenant went first with Cockman following a step or two behind her. He was okay with the arrangement since he gave me a chance to check out what was indeed a nice round ass as they climbed. Near the top of the stairs, the Venusian's heel came down on a smear of grease that had been carelessly left on a tread. Her foot slipped from under her and she fell back with a yelp of surprise.Cockman's strong arm shot out, catching the full weight of her beneath her shoulder blades, his left hand grasping the railing to keep them both from falling. Lieutenant  LuNar's flailing limbs wrapped around his neck. Their faces were very close and they stared into each other's eyes for a moment. From this close, he saw that her eyes were in fact not completely green but streaked with bands of gold. The pupils were also partially slitted, dilating as he looked into them."Tha-thank you, Cadet," she said breathlessly."My pleasure, Lieutenant."He smiled down at her and saw her skin darken, wondering if it were the Venusian equivalent of blushing. She seemed to all at once remember where they were and composed herself as Cockman helped her to her feet."See that you have these stairs cleaned properly, Cadet!" she yelled at Bill."Yes, Ma'am!" he replied with a crisp salute.Once the lieutenant was safely onboard, Cockman turned to Bill to wave farewell. The cocky cadet returned the gesture before leaning over to emulate the former's dramatic rescue, complete with exaggerated kissy faces and tongue action. Cockman just shook his head, giving his buddy the one finger salute as he ducked into the hatch.

Earthling and Venusian are marooned.Based on the post by x sociate23, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.Space Cadet Curt Cockman stood at rigid attention so that his commanding officer could conduct her rigorous inspection. Captain Bunny Bendover (pronounced Benover, for the D was silent;) was a stern but fair Commanding Officer. She also happened to be hotter than a coronal run around Sol.Tall, blonde and shapely in her silver Space Command uniform; she was a total dick magnet. She walked stiffly around the much taller cadet, eying his well-muscled physique beneath his skintight uniform. As usual, not so much as a hair out of place. At twenty-three and fresh out of the Space Ranger Academy, the ruggedly handsome Cockman was a poster child for that much venerated group of space-faring men and women.As the captain came to stand in front of him, it took all of Cockman's concentration not to look down at the mostly unzipped front of her waistcoat officer's uniform. The twin swells of her tits hung just below his gaze, which never wavered as she stared him down with her piercing blue eyes. It was no accident how she chose to wear her wardrobe. Nothing like a nice set of tits to test the discipline of a bunch of horny wanna-be spacemen."Present arm!" she belted out, her bosom bouncing slightly as she did so.The cadet whipped out his ‘pistol', for inspection, with military precision. The captain reached down, running a gloved finger along the shaft of the weapon. The white finger was free of smudges. Taking hold of the handle, she pivoted it from side to side to check for any unnatural curving. She lifted it up to check the magazine, tilted it down to check the sights. Satisfied, she knelt down and placed the bulbous barrel between her lips.Cockman closed his eyes as his superior's superb mouth began to 'check the charge on his ray gun'. Bunny Benover hadn't gotten the nickname of Cap'n Cocksucker for nothing. Cadets who came under her command would also cum on her command.Those in her unit said she found a penis preference for she would get their units "inspected" several times a week; and Cockman was one such enlistee. Her frequent fellatio fraternization was unofficially tolerated because she was the daughter of a well-known general. It was also a boost to morale and cadet recruitment. Many young men would sign on for a hitch, just for a chance at receiving a blowjob bonus courtesy of the busty blonde captain.Cockman chanced a glance down to watch the master a work."Eyes fwunt, Cabet!" she mumbled around her mouthful. For the next several minutes, the only sounds in the room were the ticking of a wall chronometer and sucking noises. At length she released him long enough to gasp out, "At ease!"Cockman went in parade rest stance with his feet shoulder-width apart, and hands clasped behind his back. Now they could both enjoy the inspection and he looked down. He was rewarded with the sight of her red lips raking down the length of his cock. She looked up at him, her blue eyes now twinkling with lust as she began to suck him harder, her cheeks hallowed and lips stretched around his girth. Her gripped tightened as she practically fucked her face with his cock. She backed off gasping, a strand of spit stringing from his tip to her lips."Enjoying your inspection?" she asked huskily, swirling her tongue around his head."Ye-Yes, Ma'am!" he gasped as she teased his tip."Well, I'm afraid this will be your last for a while," she sighed, sucking him for nearly a full minute before she continued, "You've been reassigned to a patrol squadron.""I understand, Ma'am," he answered, his voice a mix of excitement and disappointment. He had always dreamed of being a rocket pilot, but he was also going to miss getting his pipes cleaned on a regular basis."And since this will be our last session and your service..." she said, giving his cock an appreciative lick, "...has been exemplary, I've decided to give you a proper sendoff.""Not necessary, Ma'am. It has been an honor and a privilege to serve under your command.""Be that as it may, I believe you deserve a reward for service above and beyond the call of duty."Standing, she leaned up to shove her tongue in his mouth.To say that Cockman was surprised would have been the understatement of the twenty-second century. Despite the literal dozens of times she had blown him, she had never once kissed him or any other cadet, as far as he knew. Nevertheless, he responded as any healthy male would, by kissing her back, his hands encircling her waist to pull her closer.Her hands, meanwhile, reached to slowly unzip her tunic. When the zipper reached her navel, her sizable tits fell out of the flimsy garment. Breaking the kiss, she offered one to him and he took the ruddy nipple into his mouth, his tongue playing across the hardened tip. He reached up to caress and squeeze as he pulled more of her tender flesh in. Bunny ran her hands through his dark hair, moaning as he moved to mouth the other tit.Her manicured fingers tugged at the zipper of his jacket; he shrugged out of it as she fumbled with his belt, his lips still glued to her tits. His pants dropped in a heap around his heavy space boots. By now her tits were practically coated with his saliva, glistening in the bright overhead lighting.Pulling him up into a kiss, she quickly shed her own slacks. Cockman noted with a smile deep in the corners of his mouth that she had gone commando for the occasion as she shimmied her round ass onto the edge of the desk, a sweep of her arm clearing it so that she could lay back. Her legs spread out and up, invitingly; her hands rubbing up and down her inner thighs. Cockman could see she was already dripping as she addressed him."Drop and give me twenty, Cadet!" she said breathlessly.Cockman dropped to his knees, burying his face in her sex. He mouthed her puffy flesh, his tongue sinking deep inside her hole. She moaned, grabbing his head to force his face deeper. He began to finger her, first one digit, then two as his tongue slid across her clit in waves, pinging her radar over and over. His fingers hit her little red button and she howled like a 20th century air raid siren. Cockman kept going, his mouth and fingers flanking her trench line."Oh, God! Oh, eat my Twat, baby!" she hissed through clenched teeth, grinding her slit in his mouth. Her dirty talk turned him on and he redoubled his efforts, furiously fingering her, his teeth savagely pulling at her clit. She was writhing and screaming, cursing at him to eat her alive. At exactly the twenty minute mark, she commanded he stand down, her body still convulsing from his gratuitous feasting. She recovered, then sat up.As he stood, she leaned forward, and reached both hands around his neck then pulled him down to her, crushing her lips to his as she pulled him on top of her."Fuck me, Curt!" she begged. Cockman's arms were extended down to the surface of the desk. Captain Benover's legs were wrapped around his naked ass.Again, Cockman was surprised. He didn't think she knew he even had a first name, let alone what it was. He was also now fully aware of what it was he was being offered. As the name would suggest, Captain Cocksucker was pretty liberal with her mouth but was very conservative with her cunt. You could probably count on one hand the number of men who'd gotten to pound her Twat. Now Cockman was literally being allowed entrance into that illustrious group, and his cock stiffened further at the thought that he was about to bone the infamous Bunny Benover.He stood erect and slipped his hardness slowly into her soft folds, Bunny whimpering as he buried himself in her box. He began to pump gently, savoring her tight twat. His large cock seemed to stretch her hole as he stabbed into her a couple times forcefully. She pushed him back, now draping her legs over his shoulders as she sighed out a command."Double time, Cadet!"Grabbing her waist, Cockman began thrusting and was soon slamming into her, hard enough to make her tits bounce with each impact. He wrapped an arm around each thigh and used her legs to leverage firm thrust into her wet hot crotch. He spread her legs wide so he could look down, wanting a mental picture of his “Cockman's Brand Sausage” slipping into her sweet bun. The captain was grunting, squeezing and pinching her tits as the cadet bored her canal good.She pushed him off her and turned away. True to her namesake, she stood, then rotated and bent over the desk, reaching down to spread her labia with two fingers, signaling him for reentry. Cockman wasted no time in landing his missile back into her silo. Grasping her thick hips, he launched his warhead at her target repeatedly, tightly packing her torpedo tube for a good five minutes before fatigue set in.Feeling his cartridge firmly lodged in the chamber, he slowed his assault on her rearguard. He wanted to make this momentous mounting last. Bunny was wailing, his massive ICBM sending red alerts to her control center.After another ten minutes of giving her a D that was not silent, the urge to pop flare became too great. Per standing orders, he notified his C O of his pending need for extraction. Shoving him away, she slid off and sank to her knees, then spun around to swallow his now overly sensitive member. She slobbered his schlong, her blond head bouncing on his boner.Slipping off for a moment, she offered; "You wanna cum in my mouth, baby?" she cooed. It would be another first for Cockman."Uh huh!" he croaked, his legs trembling.She shifted into full slut mode, slamming his cock to the back of her throat. Taking hold of his ass, she gagged herself, coughed around his cock as it sank deeper still. He felt ignition, barely blurting out a warning as his booster rockets fired.Like the professional cocksucker she was, Bunny didn't bat an eyelash, sinfully swallowing his spaceman spunk. Cockman groaned as he emptied his balls into her guzzling gullet. Captain Benover slowly pulled him out of her throat just long enough to exhale, then draw another nasal breath. Then she pressed her mouth against his furry pelvis and took his rod beck down her throat again. This went on for a couple minutes, her tongue rubbing his frenulum rhythmically. She didn't cease her sucking until his thoroughly deflated dong fell from her sore lips.Cockman looked down at his cumslut of a commanding officer. A bead of seminal fluid trickled from her lips as she dreamily smiled up at him.'Man, the guys back in the barracks would never believe me', he thought to himself as she rose to kiss him full on the mouth. He could taste his jizz on her invasive tongue."Don't be a stranger, Cadet," she whispered, stroking his manhood once more.Cadet Cockman exited the office a couple of minutes later.A sandy haired sergeant sat in the anteroom. His hands shot from under the desk to hurriedly flip a switch on the vidphone on his desk. All the same, Cockman was still able to make out the split-second image of the interior of Bunny's office on the screen.'I'll have to ask for a copy of that tape,' he thought wickedly as he headed for the mess hall, suddenly ravenous.The Transfer.The reflective hull of the X-23 gleamed in the noonday sun as its launch platform was towed from the hangar, the parting doors giving the phallic-shaped spacecraft the suggestion of spreading the lips of a giant silver cunt. The ship measured sixty meters from tip to turbo booster, its fuselage nearly cylindrical for most of that length. Unlike most modern spacecraft, the X-23 was outfitted with a set of wings and tailfins. These would be useless in the airless vacuum of space but when combined with the powerful engines, the plane-like design would allow the craft to take off and land without requiring an orbital booster.It was also one of the first fighters equipped with a hyperspace drive. This addition meant that it could be more accurately classified as a starship, rather than a mere spaceship, since it could travel between distant stars without the need to be tied to a heavier cruiser or frigate.But the feature that truly made the X-23 stand out were the neat rows of studs along its fuselage. Each of these grapefruit-sized half spheres contained a small thruster and these could be fired in sequence to perform any number of precise maneuvers in the frictionless void of space. The egg-shaped cockpit where the two pilots sat only added to the ship's unofficial motto: 'Ribbed for her pleasure.'Cadet Cockman hung back a safe distance to watch the launch platform incline the craft to the required forty-five-degree angle. Soon it stood like a giant winged dildo ready to penetrate the wild blue yonder.Feeling a slap on the shoulder, Cockman turned to find Cadet Billy Haney standing next to him. The two had gone through the Academy together and Bill was now in charge of the ground crew for the flight squadron. It felt good for Cockman to know that his soon to be fighter was in good, if a bit neurotic, hands."How's it hanging', Cockman?" Bill said, shaking hands with the much taller man."Long, lean and to the left," Cockman deadpanned but then both of them burst into laughter at the inside joke."Ain't she a beauty?" beamed the other, gesturing to the ship. Cockman nodded knowingly."A fine ship if I ever saw one.""Ever fly her?""Only sim," Cockman admitted timidly."No worries, CC. She ain't much different from the twenty-two unless you count the jump drive. Besides, wasn't it you who bagged Sheila Neutrino our senior year? Anyone who can handle that hydrazine in heels can certainly handle this baby."Bill playfully punched in pal in the arm. The mention of Sheila brought up fond memories of giving her the 'Cockman Special' in the null-g simulator."Who's my co-pilot?" Cockman asked, shaking the image of zero-g jugs from his mind as a set of stairs was wheeled up to the spacecraft, "You met him yet?""Here she comes now, as a matter of fact," Bill said, staring at the far end of the tarmac."She?" Cockman asked, following his gaze.The approaching figure was still far enough away that the heat rising from the flattop distorted the image. As it grew closer, the curving waves stopped wavering and stayed curvy. She wore an outfit similar to Captain Benover but with the tunic fully zipped to the wide collar. In spite of that, the tight-fitting uniform could not conceal the fact that she was generously round in all the right places. She walked with a military cadence, her hips swaying and bosom bouncing slightly with each step. Cockman saw a cadet behind her nearly wreck the cargo mover he was driving, so intent was he in looking at what could only be assumed was a very nice ass.The advancing hottie was also different from Bunny in that instead of blond hair and tanned skin, this babe had blue skin and purple hair which was tied back into a tight regulation bun. A Venusian, Cockman realized. She had on mirrored aviators' glasses and as she neared, he peeped the lieutenant pips on her collar. Both he and Bill snapped to attention."As you were," she said as she reached up to remove the shades. The voice had an almost musical quality to it and Cockman remembered reading somewhere about Venusian vocal harmonies. He also noted that her fingers were partially webbed and had no nails. Her heart shaped mouth was as dark and full as a bushel of fresh blueberriesBut it was the eyes that really drew his attention. They were the type you got lost in, such a deep shade of green they looked like two emerald circlets floating in a clear blue sky."Cadet Cockman, I'd like to introduce you to Lieutenant  Eza LuNar," Bill said with the emphasis on 'nar', "She'll be your astrogator for the flight.""Ma'am," Cockman said, nodding. Those lovely green eyes looked him up and down, an unimpressed look on her bluish face."You are my pilot?" she harrumphed.'Oh boy', he thought as he said, "Yes, Ma'am.""How much flight time do you have, Cadet?" she asked indifferently."Over fifteen hundred hours, Ma'am." He wasn't about to tell her that some of that time was spent giving a new meaning to the term 'cockpit'. She eyed him up and down again, perhaps a bit differently this time, he noticed and then turned to Bill."Are we ready for a system check, Cadet?" she lisped."Ready as she'll ever be, Ma'am," he replied smartly.When the lieutenant turned her back of the pair to move towards the ship, Bill silently got Cockman's attention, making hour glass motions in the air with his hands as he mouthed the word 'wow!'. They followed after her and as they neared, Cockman spotted on the side of the cockpit a cartoon Venusian in a Pinup girl pose, riding side saddle on an even more conspicuously phallic shaped rocket. The string bikini she wore barely covered her overly large blue tits and she was winking suggestively as she saluted. He grimaced as he red the caption beneath: 'Feels so good even a Venus girl will like it!'Lieutenant  LuNar halted when she too noticed the caricature and glared at Bill, her green eyes sparking with anger."I'll have that removed at the next servicing Ma'am," he gulped."See that you do, Cadet," she hissed.They came to the foot of the stairs and Bill motioned for them to ascend. As was customary, the lieutenant went first with Cockman following a step or two behind her. He was okay with the arrangement since he gave me a chance to check out what was indeed a nice round ass as they climbed. Near the top of the stairs, the Venusian's heel came down on a smear of grease that had been carelessly left on a tread. Her foot slipped from under her and she fell back with a yelp of surprise.Cockman's strong arm shot out, catching the full weight of her beneath her shoulder blades, his left hand grasping the railing to keep them both from falling. Lieutenant  LuNar's flailing limbs wrapped around his neck. Their faces were very close and they stared into each other's eyes for a moment. From this close, he saw that her eyes were in fact not completely green but streaked with bands of gold. The pupils were also partially slitted, dilating as he looked into them."Tha-thank you, Cadet," she said breathlessly."My pleasure, Lieutenant."He smiled down at her and saw her skin darken, wondering if it were the Venusian equivalent of blushing. She seemed to all at once remember where they were and composed herself as Cockman helped her to her feet."See that you have these stairs cleaned properly, Cadet!" she yelled at Bill."Yes, Ma'am!" he replied with a crisp salute.Once the lieutenant was safely onboard, Cockman turned to Bill to wave farewell. The cocky cadet returned the gesture before leaning over to emulate the former's dramatic rescue, complete with exaggerated kissy faces and tongue action. Cockman just shook his head, giving his buddy the one finger salute as he ducked into the hatch.

Initiates! Another round of TWATS has dropped early, just for you! Enjoy!  28th JanWas Werner Von Braun a psychic or did Elons dad have a strange fascination with a book by a a Nazi?$50 million worth of condoms sent to Gaza?Jim Acosta quits live on airLord Peter Mandelson becomes UK Ambassador to WashingtonCNN contributor defends but then refuses to replicate Elons gesture on TV29th JanEx colleagues of Elon Musk speak outTrump solves the drone mysteryJFKs daughter reveals secret details about RFK jrGerman chancellor criticises Elon Musk's support of the far rightTwo Police arrested for sexual abuse in RotherhamRFK jr and anti-vax onesies for babiesConspiracy theorist ignores doctors adviceElons Mum asks people to stop calling her son a NaziTrump voters being deportedImmigrants to be sent to Guantanamo bayDOGE lies about how much money its saving30th JanCalvin Robinson does a Nazi saluteCalvin Robinson defrockedGeorge Galloway makes excuses for Andrew TateBBC reports on Russell Brand failuresHelicopter crash in Washington DC, Trump blames DEIThe FAA director was ousted by ElonKash Patel lies about knowing Stew Peters and the J6 choir MAGA smear an innocent woman for the helicopter crash After nearly 3 years of making the podcast, we stumbled upon a format that fulfills much of what we wanted to do with the podcast. Within days of recording the "This Is Fine" episode, it became clear to both of us that this had everything SDCIC was about. This episode gave us the opportunity to debunk conspiracy theories and counter disinformation on a play by play basis. It gave us a chance to share our unique perspectives and personal experiences at times. And of course, the privilege to roast the nuttiest of these cultists.So we're going to continue making this series as the bulk of the show for now.. but don't worry!We will still make deep dives! (We have already recorded a 10 part series on Ancient Aliens - and written the next series)We will still have interviews!We will still do Movie Night with Greg!We still love mixing up the format here! So in order for us all to distinguish between the different formats, this new series will be titled "The World According To Some"... shorthand: TWATS.Thanks for your support! If you have any questions, never hesitate to comment or contact us!Enjoy!Note: These episodes will continue to not be numbered. They are diary entries arranged by the dates covered in the episode.  Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/some-dare-call-it-conspiracy--5932731/support.

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Initiates! Before you get stuck into this episode, we have a special announcement.After nearly 3 years of making the podcast, we stumbled upon a format that fulfills much of what we wanted to do with the podcast. Within days of recording the "This Is Fine" episode, it became clear to both of us that this had everything SDCIC was about. This episode gave us the opportunity to debunk conspiracy theories and counter disinformation on a play by play basis. It gave us a chance to share our unique perspectives and personal experiences at times. And of course, the privilege to roast the nuttiest of these cultists.So we're going to continue making this series as the bulk of the show for now.. but don't worry!We will still make deep dives! (We have already recorded a 10 part series on Ancient Aliens - and written the next series)We will still have interviews!We will still do Movie Night with Greg!We still love mixing up the format here! So in order for us all to distinguish between the different formats, this new series will be titled "The World According To Some"... shorthand: TWATS.Thanks for your support! If you have any questions, never hesitate to comment or contact us!Enjoy!Note: These episodes will continue to not be numbered. They are diary entries arranged by the dates covered in the episode.  Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/some-dare-call-it-conspiracy--5932731/support.

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In the FINAL EPISODE of Enemy in Paris* Sam and Bec respond to Listener Feedback after watching episode 10 of season 4 of Emily in Paris: All Roads Lead to Rome. You'll hear about Barbie incest, killing off characters, and what IS and ISN'T a horse. Bec highly recommends the videos on "Why We Can't Fix The Makeover Movie" and "The Plastic Feminism of Barbie" here: https://www.youtube.com/@verilybitchie Suzy Eddie Izzard's set about flags: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UTduy7Qkvk8 Get tickets to Bec's Adelaide Fringe show here: https://adelaidefringe.com.au/fringetix/bec-hill-guess-who-s-bec-bec-again-bec-hill-s-bec-tell-a-friend-af2025 Help Sam and Bec justify the amount of time and effort it takes to bring you this show by becoming a Hatereon supporter today! You'll not only get an Emily-level sense of smugness, but access to bonus content! http://patreon.com/EnemyinParis And if things are tight, you can still help by spreading the hate via word-of-mouth, social media (@enemyinparis), or a 5-star review! Don't forget to follow/subscribe and (if it's an option) hit the notification button so you're alerted when each episode is released. Find us on... https://www.reddit.com/r/EnemyInParis http://instagram.com/enemyinparis http://facebook.com/enemyinparis Sam Kieffer can be found as @mostfunsam across most platforms. Bec Hill is @bechillcomedian. The theme tune is by Frankie Lowe. (The full version can be found on the Enemy in Paris Instagram and Facebook page - and where ever you get your music!) *Enemy in Paris will be back in 2025 - stay tuned!

SQUEAMISH TRIGGER WARNING: Some moments in this episode get a little gross - even by Sam's standards. It's Part 2 of 3! Sam and Bec finish watching the final episode of season 4 of Emily in Paris: All Roads Lead To Rome, and have A LOT to get off their chests. Expect tales of medical dramas, Sneetches, and five - FIVE - power-house women ah-ah-ah! Help Sam and Bec justify the amount of time and effort it takes to bring you this show by becoming a Hatereon supporter today! You'll not only get an Emily-level sense of smugness, but access to bonus content! http://patreon.com/EnemyinParis And if things are tight, you can still help by spreading the hate via word-of-mouth, social media (@enemyinparis), or a 5-star review! Don't forget to follow/subscribe and (if it's an option) hit the notification button so you're alerted when each episode is released. Find us on... https://www.reddit.com/r/EnemyInParis http://instagram.com/enemyinparis http://facebook.com/enemyinparis Sam Kieffer can be found as @mostfunsam across most platforms. Bec Hill is @bechillcomedian. The theme tune is by Frankie Lowe. (The full version can be found on the Enemy in Paris Instagram and Facebook page - and where ever you get your music!)

30 years ago Obese Mick had a vision: a showcase of bands on his label, Fat Wreck Chords.Join Tom and Niallism for a flippant and playful discussion about that very compiliation: Fat Music for Fat People.Ably assisted by guest contributors Dave Shackleford and Danny Barrett off The Crash Mats, we discuss whether time has altered our perceptions of the comp, which footballer each song is most like, home computer care.Did you have pubes when this came out? What happens when your facebook page is hacked, do you even care? Do you want facts about the bands on the comp? If the answer to any of these questions is yes or no, you should probably listen to this.

On Today’s Show: 00:00:00  Introduction 02:12:02  Timmyboo’s Birthday! 03:18:06  Senator Kennedy Sexifies Children Books 05:38:16  Space Raptor Butt Invasions Reading Rainbow Review 07:02:08  Mentally Ill Woman Thinks All Fast Food Employees Are Poisoning Her Water 17:26:11  Meade Decides On An Ideal Body To Shoot For 23:32:09  Meade Love Song To A Teddy Bear 25:51:07  City […] The post Good Night Butt Twat first appeared on Distorted View Daily.

We have a look into the latest controversy surrounding the Paris olympics, A new airline is putting Bonza to the test for worst airline & would you tell your mates if you won the lotto? Plus, comedian Tahir joins us and is still fired up about the Blues winning Origin this year. Join Mick & MG weekday mornings from 6am or grab the podcast everyday on LiSTNR or where ever you get your podcasts. #MickAndMGInTheMorningSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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Perfection has taken on a life of its own in recent years. Dawn French worries that the pursuit of perfection is stopping us from being who we are, and from making mistakes we can grow from. In this chat, Fearne and Dawn explore why when we have low tolerance for others making mistakes, we're likely judging ourselves for our mistakes too. So, in order to have more self-compassion, we have to talk about the cringey times we've held inside for fear for being shamed. They also discuss the best ways to apologise when we're in the wrong, and to allow space for robust debate that might just change our minds. Plus, why it's so important to be able to say “I don't know”. Dawn's book, The Twat Files, is out now. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Rick has production control for the first time in a year and the recording goes off the rails! We talk about the biggest sports event so far this year, call out Nacho for his Rams hate and dig into the MLB not making a simple change to save the elbows of all pitchers. Packed show! Many dumb things! Viva El Nacho!

The ladies are getting in on the single dad action (...what?) with Dust Storm by Maggie Gates. Christian Griffin, widower with two adorable daughters, took over operations from his father, but business doesn't always go as planned, and they've hit a rough patch. City slicker Cassandra Parker is in hot water at work, so she's being exiled to the sprawling Texas ranch to develop a long-term plan for the business. These two butt heads immediately, even though they're both attracted to each other from jump street. Also discussed: Mr. Veronica's opinion in Toys for Twats (more on Patreon!), why dress codes are intrinsically sexist, and the finer points of Topo Chico. Up Next: Love You, Mean It by Jilly Gagnon What We're Reading: The Love Remedy by Elizabeth Everett The Marquess Wins a Wife by Aydra Richards 100 Lifetimes of Us by Maggie Gates Kiss Me in the Dark by Roxie Cohen (early reading) What We're Listening To: Hell Camp: Teen Nightmare (Documentary) Evil Came to Play #472, Milledgeville, GA - Small Town Murder (Podcast) Brooklyn Nine-Nine (Netflix) SHOW INFORMATION:  Follow us on Spotify! (It helps us with sponsors!) Patreon: Support Us Here Website: www.chicklitbookclubpodcast.com Merch: https://chicklitbookclubpodcast.threadless.com/ Instagram and Threads: ChickLitBookClubPodcast TikTok: ChickLitBookClub Pinterest: ChickLitBookClubPodcast BlueSky:@clbcpodcast.bsky.social Youtube: @ChickLitBookClub Email: chicklitbookclubpodcast@gmail.com

Support The Podcast Patreon Please welcome back to the podcast Julie Weir! In July last year had a chat and said at the end of it "we must do this again some time" so we did. A lot has happened since we last spoke so there's a lot to catch up on, music to talk about, bands to mention and podcasts too. There is also an abuse of news which includes a game of musical drum stools, people not wanting to write books, people wanting to write books, uncalled for videos and someone who thinks God likes his band. Twat. This Is Corned Beef Bollocks.

FYSTIS 45 PODCAST!! Ep.92   Listener discretion advised.Intended for mature audiences only. Welcome to this week's episode! Ep.92 Twat Rockets-Fart Cards pt2 New Facebook Group! Join https://www.facebook.com/groups/614885254143562/?ref=share_group_link (((This week we talk about))) (((What the hell is this crazy podcast about?))) Welcome everyone to Fystis 45 Podcast!  hosted by  - Me, the one and only Dj Fysti! ! Whether you're in your thirties,  forties, fifties, or just a curious youth, you've come to the right place to hear from someone with a unique spin on life. Tune in every week with our hilarious co host "Michelle" and the Fytsti 45 crew  for an uncompromising dialogue on sexuality, relationships , Get ready to laugh and be informed as we tackle adulthood, taboo topics and everything in between. phone call interviews , special guests to have your boundaries pushed and your perspectives questioned, as we seek to uproot and restore the topics of life. Who knows what else? More than likely we will ignore all of that and flip it on its head! Fy Diggy style! Come join Fysti and friends and see just what types of shenanigans they come up with! the all new Fysti's 45 podcast.   Subscribe and become a supporter TO HELP US KEEP MAKING GREAT CONTENT!    Thank you for the support!  FOLLOW AND LISTEN ON! Spotify https://open.spotify.com/show/3Lr5ZlSZbZLN2BjASbCoRH⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ *********Apple Music ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://podcasts.google.com/feed/aHR0cHM6Ly9hbmNob3IuZm0vcy83MTczMDIyOC9wb2RjYXN0L3Jzcw⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ **********Amazon Music Podcasts ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/2c4b927d-6c9b-430f-9a04-1ceac364150d/fystis-45-podcas⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠t⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠********* I HEART RADIO ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.iheart.com/podcast/269-fystis-45-podcast-111451079/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ This week's background music production Fysti's 45 Podcast Executively and Creatively Produced Episodiac Selections West Des Moines Iowa All music and samples used on the podcast are for promotional use only! this material is not for sale (Promo Only) (Disclaimer) Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 of Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes Such as Criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching,scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright Statue that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/episodiac-selections5/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/episodiac-selections5/support

Jo shares more about an incident that she a few weeks ago with a woman and her coffee and the NO OUTSIDE FOOD AND DRINK rule. And she shares why this triggered her so much. Spoiler alert... it's not really about the drink, it's about respect and consent. Consent is kind of like trying to bring outside food and drink into a place that doesn't allow it. Some people are going to respect that; actually, MOST people are going to respect that. But you're going to have some people who get angry, and pushy, and complain, and think the rules don't apply to them, and COMPLETELY disrespect and disregard the rules, because THEY don't want to follow them.Jo shares a situation she had while playing with a friend that got pushy, and how she didn't deal well with it at the time.Support the showOld music (

FYSTIS 45 PODCAST!! Ep.91   Listener discretion advised.Intended for mature audiences only. Welcome to this week's episode! Ep.91 Twat Rockets-Fart Cards pt1 New Facebook Group! Join https://www.facebook.com/groups/614885254143562/?ref=share_group_link (((This week we talk about))) (((What the hell is this crazy podcast about?))) Welcome everyone to Fystis 45 Podcast!  hosted by  - Me, the one and only Dj Fysti! ! Whether you're in your thirties,  forties, fifties, or just a curious youth, you've come to the right place to hear from someone with a unique spin on life. Tune in every week with our hilarious co host "Michelle" and the Fytsti 45 crew  for an uncompromising dialogue on sexuality, relationships , Get ready to laugh and be informed as we tackle adulthood, taboo topics and everything in between. phone call interviews , special guests to have your boundaries pushed and your perspectives questioned, as we seek to uproot and restore the topics of life. Who knows what else? More than likely we will ignore all of that and flip it on its head! Fy Diggy style! Come join Fysti and friends and see just what types of shenanigans they come up with! the all new Fysti's 45 podcast.   Subscribe and become a supporter TO HELP US KEEP MAKING GREAT CONTENT!    Thank you for the support!  FOLLOW AND LISTEN ON! Spotify https://open.spotify.com/show/3Lr5ZlSZbZLN2BjASbCoRH⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ *********Apple Music ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://podcasts.google.com/feed/aHR0cHM6Ly9hbmNob3IuZm0vcy83MTczMDIyOC9wb2RjYXN0L3Jzcw⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ **********Amazon Music Podcasts ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/2c4b927d-6c9b-430f-9a04-1ceac364150d/fystis-45-podcas⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠t⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠********* I HEART RADIO ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.iheart.com/podcast/269-fystis-45-podcast-111451079/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ This week's background music productionFysti's 45 Podcast Executively and Creatively ProducedEpisodiac Selections West Des Moines Iowa All music and samples used on the podcast are for promotional use only! this material is not for sale (Promo Only) (Disclaimer) Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 of Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes Such as Criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching,scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright Statue that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/episodiac-selections5/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/episodiac-selections5/support

Cassi DeHaas joins me in peeling back the curtain on the enthralling world of entrepreneurship, recounting the sweat and tears poured into the foundation of Titanium and our shared educational venture, Titanium University. Witness the untold narrative of Cassi's pivotal influence, the vision we crafted from the ground up, and the crucible of triumphs and setbacks that molded us into the entrepreneurs we are today. It's a raw, no-holds-barred conversation that touches on the essential shifts in mindset, the balancing act of managing a remote team, and the emotional rigor that fortifies our pursuit of success.Our episode traverses the vast emotional landscape of building a business, from the profound impact of personal losses to the complex dynamics of family relationships amid professional ascent. We lay bare the struggles of not just chasing dreams but owning the reality we stand in, armed with responsibility and an unwavering resolve to transform it. At the heart of our dialogues is the intricate dance of work and life balance, the longing for recognition from those we hold dear, and the resolve to create a legacy that resonates with our innermost values.As we round off our intimate exchange, we find humor and solace in the strength of our partnership, coining the playful mantra 'together we are titanium Twat'—a testament to the robust connections and camaraderie that underpin our business and personal journeys. This episode isn't just about the milestones—it's about the people, the passion, and the power of gratitude that bind us, making every stumble a part of an unforgettable narrative. Join us and perhaps, amidst the laughter and reflections, you'll see your entrepreneurial spark illuminated anew.Schedule your Titanium University consultation at http://www.titaniumu.com/firstclassWith over 1,000 Videos, this is the #1 channel on YouTube for all things Virtual Wholesaling. SUBSCRIBE NOW!   https://www.youtube.com/@RJBatesIII_________________________________FREE RESOURCES FOR YOU:Get my comprehensive list of Systems we use at Titanium Investments for FREE: https://www.kingclosersformula.com/fleetIf you want to learn how to close deals just like me, The King Closer, then download the free King Closer Formula PDF: https://www.kingclosersformula.com/closeJoin our exclusive FB group community for real estate investors and wholesalers ($0 to join) : https://www.facebook.com/groups/titaniumvault/_________________________________Learn more about the systems I use to virtually wholesale nationwide using the links below!Get 66% off LeadZolo Motivated Seller Leads using our exclusive link: https://www.leadzolo.com/titaniumSpeed to Lead PPC Marketplace:  https://app.ispeedtolead.com/TITANIUMLearn more about REISift at https://www.reisift.io/titaniumGet 1000 FREE Buyer/ Seller Leads with a Batch Leads Trial: https://batchleads.io/titaniumClose 30% More Deals Using our preferred TC ezREIclosings: https://titaniumtc.comThe Most Powerful Dispo Tool: https://get.investorlift.com/titanium/Propstream Free 7 Day Trial (Nationwide Data & Comping Tool): http://trial.propstreampro.com/titanium/Support the show

This week, we talk about Detroit Lions, Jason Kelce, crazy sandwich, Stanley cup thief, Hackers, Picard, Archer, Palworld, I Think You Should Leave, Tim Robinson, the QoftheW, and more! Salty Merch: https://www.teepublic.com/user/saltylanguagepods Our Patreon: Patreon.com/saltylanguage   Subscribe / rate / review us on Apple Podcasts!   Links: 1. Sandwich at Lions game https://twitter.com/TDesOrmeau/status/1749182429879820357 2. Stanley thief https://www.npr.org/2024/01/22/1226097090/woman-arrested-stanley-tumblers 3. Palworld https://www.wired.com/story/palworld-pokemon-with-guns-steam-success/ QoftheW: You've been invited to a party and asked to 'bring a plate', what are you bringing? Insult: Twat Visit us at: saltylanguage.com Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/salty-language/id454587072?mt=2 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/3GnINOQglJq1jedh36ZjGC iHeart Radio: http://www.iheart.com/show/263-Salty-Language/ Google Play Music: https://play.google.com/music/listen#/ps/Ixozhhniffkdkgfp33brnqolvte Tony's YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/@allthebeers Bryan's YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/@IFinallyPlayed https://www.tiktok.com/@saltylanguage facebook.com/saltylanguage @salty_language / saltylanguage@gmail.com http://salty.libsyn.com/webpage  / http://www.youtube.com/user/SaltyLanguagePod Instagram/Threads: SaltyLanguage Reddit: r/saltylanguage Stitcher: https://www.stitcher.com/podcast/salty-language tangentboundnetwork.com Share with your friends!

This week, we talk about Detroit Lions, Jason Kelce, crazy sandwich, Stanley cup thief, Hackers, Picard, Archer, Palworld, I Think You Should Leave, Tim Robinson, the QoftheW, and more! Salty Merch: https://www.teepublic.com/user/saltylanguagepods Our Patreon: Patreon.com/saltylanguage   Subscribe / rate / review us on Apple Podcasts!   Links: 1. Sandwich at Lions game https://twitter.com/TDesOrmeau/status/1749182429879820357 2. Stanley thief https://www.npr.org/2024/01/22/1226097090/woman-arrested-stanley-tumblers 3. Palworld https://www.wired.com/story/palworld-pokemon-with-guns-steam-success/ QoftheW: You've been invited to a party and asked to 'bring a plate', what are you bringing? Insult: Twat Visit us at: saltylanguage.com Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/salty-language/id454587072?mt=2 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/3GnINOQglJq1jedh36ZjGC iHeart Radio: http://www.iheart.com/show/263-Salty-Language/ Google Play Music: https://play.google.com/music/listen#/ps/Ixozhhniffkdkgfp33brnqolvte Tony's YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/@allthebeers Bryan's YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/@IFinallyPlayed https://www.tiktok.com/@saltylanguage facebook.com/saltylanguage @salty_language / saltylanguage@gmail.com http://salty.libsyn.com/webpage  / http://www.youtube.com/user/SaltyLanguagePod Instagram/Threads: SaltyLanguage Reddit: r/saltylanguage Stitcher: https://www.stitcher.com/podcast/salty-language tangentboundnetwork.com Share with your friends!

In this weeks' episode of No Holes Barred, Vic & Laura welcome in the new year, discuss Laura's new crazy mutt and discover the power of the pelvic floor on dental work. If you would like to sign up to Vic's new fitness progamme, you can use code BARRED for a 20% discount at www.fitbitchpower.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Join me as we continue to celebrate 5 years of Wrestling With Johners, as I sit down with one of the biggest characters and performers on the UK and Ireland Independent scene.... Session Moth Martina! We discuss... Being part of OTT since day 1 A 3x OTT Women's champion Getting Injured at the 9th Anniversary show Martina's busy ALL-IN Weekend Being on the ALL-IN PPV Grinding on Dave Meltzer No. 83 in the PWI 250 The Session Twats with Crowley in Riot Cabaret Wrestling Mr. Blobby on December Martina's run with Progress Her Love/Hate relationship with Deathmatches Her transition from Kazza G to Session Moth Martina What is a "Session Moth" Her tours of Japan with Stardom Martina's love for Pro Wrestling EVE Kazza G vs. Session Moth Jetta Her WWE Try Out in 2018 Martina's ROH Dream coming to an end Martina's AEW matches in 2022 The Incredible Irish scene Lyra Valkyria vs. Beck Lynch Having more fun than EVER! Listeners Questions Plus, so much more! (Duration 50 minutes) Thank you Martina for being an awesome guest on this very special 5th Anniversary episode of Wrestling With Johners

Oral Sex is worse than smoking for throat Cancer Ina Thea Kenoyer poisoned her boyfriend of 10 years with antifreeze to assume a $30 million inheritance Mike Johnson & His Underage Son Monitored Each Other's Porn Usage Keefe D gets a Public Defender Shit White People do Jim learns a new rap song. Throat Babies

Halloween came and went too fast, but it's always the right time of year for spooky Halloween tales!

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Cynthia Morahan reviews The Twat Files by Dawn French published by Penguin Random House.

Dive into a world of theatrical splendour with a podcast episode that takes you from the hauntingly beautiful orchestration of Rebecca to the uproarious hilarity of Dawn French Is A Twat at The London Palladium. Directed by the talented Alejandro Bonatto, Rebecca enchants with an orchestral ensemble of 18, featuring a new English translation by Christopher Hampton and Michael Kunze. The allure of this performance draws inspiration from the world-famous novel and the iconic Alfred Hitchcock film of 1940, starring Laurence Olivier and Joan Fontaine, a cinematic masterpiece that garnered 11 Oscar nominations and secured two wins for Best Picture and Best Cinematography. Embark on an uproarious adventure with comedy royalty Dawn French at The London Palladium in Dawn French Is A Twat, promising an evening of irreverent humour and unparalleled wit. Renowned for her ground-breaking work with Jennifer Saunders in French and Saunders and her iconic role as Geraldine Granger in The Vicar of Dibley, French has left an indelible mark on British comedy. Join the podcast episode for an in-depth exploration of Dawn French's comedic legacy, seamlessly blending humour with poignant reflections on life's joys and challenges.  From the sun-kissed shores of Skopelos to the heart of Nikos' family-run taverna, you'll be transported to a Greek paradise at Mamma Mia! The Party. As the sun sets, indulge in a delectable four-course Greek feast before surrendering to the infectious beats of an ABBA disco, dancing the night away under the glittering lights. Join family and friends for the ultimate Greek holiday experience that promises to linger in your memory. Tune in to this podcast episode for a journey through contrasting yet equally captivating realms of theatre, where the haunting echoes of Rebecca and the uproarious joy of Dawn French Is A Twat paint a vibrant tapestry of the performing arts.

On this eye rolling episode of Naturally Unbothered the Ladies are at odds over several topics and it spills out in many forms. The Shameworthy topic involves a disgusting middle school teacher and a 14 year old. QOTW involves going raw and the a rapper who declares herself the “Queen of Raw Sex”. A sex trafficking kidnap ends violently for a prostitute and her captures. The straw that broke the podcast back occurs in the Say My Name portion of the show. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/naturally-unbothered/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/naturally-unbothered/support

NEW YORK LIVE SHOW "Sip Your Heart Out" Sept. 1 ----> https://citywinery.com/newyork/Online/default.asp?BOparam::WScontent::loadArticle::permalink=NYLFT-Sip-Your-Heart-Out-9-1-23-730pm&BOparam::WScontent::loadArticle::context_id= PHILLY LIVE SHOW "Sip Your Heart Out" Sept. 15 ----> ://worldcafelive.com/event/sip-your-heart-out-live-show/ Hey Soulies welcome back we are officially 1 year in and we couldn't do it with out your support so thank you and we look forward to sharing more laughs and memorable moments to come! On this episode Esh reflects on her one yr of podcasting, twitter breakup, high school fights, people asking for money, and much more!

Back week for The Harkles! Prince Harry and Megan Markle “amicably part ways” with Spotify, along with a few other other blows to the ego. Comedians Molly Mulshine & Sara Armour consult the cosmos & discuss,6:30 Meghan's Archetype podcast project & what we know (and don't know) about the original contract. 10:00 Sources reveal that the interviews heard on Meghan's podcast had not all conducted by her.20:00 Meghan & Harry skimp on their charity organization. 22:00 Podcasters Bill Simmons calls Meghan & Harry “The Grifters” and teases a story about a zoom consultation with Harry. 26:26 Drama with Dior! Rumors leak about Meghan's “near brand deal” with Dior -- allegations which reportedly "shocked and confused" the company. 27:30 Twat Kelli Osborne calls Prince Harry a Twat!29:00 Meghan signed by WME and undergoing official rebrand. What random LA socialite leaked Meghan's almost-Dior-deal?38:10 Queen Camilla wears Dior to Royal event immediately after, in a passive aggressive fashion flex. 40:00 Why didn't Archwell produce more episodes? Other series? What happened? Archytypes was charting better than Joe Rogan at first!46:00 Princesstrology: Capricorn Sun / Cancer Moon, Princess Kate has always been playing the “long game” of thrones. Leo Sun / Libra Moon Meghan Markle gets a bit messier in the name of love.54:00 Princess Kate's Irish Guard Garb at Trooping the Colour ceremony last weekend.Leave a 5-star review on apple podcasts, please!& Join the Patreon!https://www.patreon.com/spacetrashpodcast Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

We analyse the new buzzwords and jargon that could be making their way into the collective consciousness over the next 12 months. Host Tom Standage, Lane Greene, The Economist's language columnist, and Aryn Braun, West Coast correspondent, quiz each other on the meaning of deadpool, cool pavement, aridification, TWaT city, Yimby, battery belt, passkeys, horizontal escalation and the doughnut effect.Please subscribe to The Economist for full access to print, digital and audio editions:www.economist.com/podcastoffer Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Musk Boots Baker. Trump Witch Hunt Complete. FLA Man, Sex With Dog. Canadian Judge Sick With Liberalism. Caroline's to Close.