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Mysterious holes suddenly popping up on the field, leaving players and fans scratching their heads. It's like Mother Nature decided to play a prank on the pitch! But that's not all – did you know that a football once survived a space mission? Yep, an astronaut kicked it on the moon during the Apollo 14 mission. Oh, and back on Earth, there's a team in Greenland that plays on an all-ice field. Sports is full of quirky tales, from mystery holes to moon kicks – the unexpected is always part of the game. ⚽

“Why does it feel like even my best efforts get misread?”“Why do innocent moments suddenly feel contaminated or chaotic?”If you've ever tried to create peace, set a boundary, or have a good-hearted conversation—only to watch it unravel into confusion, hurt, or misunderstanding—you are not alone. You're not crazy. And you're not imagining it.In this episode of Memoirs of an LDS Servant Teacher, we explore how spiritual sabotage happens in real time:Why the “third person in the room” often hijacks what should be a calm or loving momentHow Satan blends good things with harmful ones—on screens and inside your thoughtsWhy your home and mind must be sacred spaces with clear boundariesHow to build a personal protocol to regain control over your thoughtsWhat to do when the voice in your head isn't yours—and how to reclaim clarityReal examples from everyday women dealing with triggers, confusion, and spiritual battlesHow to act with confidence without being reactiveThis episode will help you identify spiritual interference, sort truth from lies, and stay grounded when your environment—or even your own brain—feels like enemy territory.Want to read more about this topic? ⁠⁠https://www.lifechangingservices.org/reverence-for-your-partners-growth/Rather Watch Something? ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uW0bf9TdzXwCheck out Life Changing Services: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.lifechangingservices.org/

Suddenly, as I looked up from my makeshift workspace, where I had been toiling away for hours at seemingly nothing—I realized the world was full of everything I'd ever wanted to fuck; something primal and ancient had been awakening within me and I was left in a dangerous volitile position, drifting somewhere between reckless promiscuity in a sexual escapade—and the pseudo-conservative now-only partially celibate maiden form of fantasy—there wasn't anything I could do but wait inside my tragic box for some unassuming old soul to finally open the gate—and allow whatever devious and fiending hedonistic godbeing —though never fully lying dormant, entrapped and imprisoned in a loveless and sexless prison. You might recognize me. You Know, I was one of the original Kings of comedy. If I put my heart inside a box; Maybe I'd forget how cold it was Or how far you are Or how much it hurts There's no harm in God, If there ever was one Then, reality sets in: God was my only friend No armor on, I'm at the end Or a long, long walk I'm off again And on again Nothing's impossible— stop at the alter and scoff a bit I left my coat on, I left my heart on the rooftop, A sacrifice, love At the alter, I wonder a song, Or a sonnet A song, No, what's wrong? Something off a bit God, I woke up in a coffin once Isn't that awful The rest or the song wrote itself, At the alter No, I can't stop and talk Got to get off, Cause I've never been on I've never belonged in the world I'm breaking down, jim boy Don't you know? That this show blows my mind But it's stuck in my head Don't you know That this show Blows my mind Like a firework But it's still Stuck in my Head The context is that I want you From the mustache Down to your tonsils But I'm Locke inside of a box Every day I feel poorer and poorer The product says something is wrong to me I'm supposed to just stop at the stop sign And look both directions Before crossing over to Comic nights At the salad bar What a cosmic waste of time And an epic waste of space Am I in your internet history I'm dead You surely are in mine, But I'm right behind you I'd be lying for trying to say I'm not binded Clutch bag, Nut-thins Nailed to the cross With the arches doubled over The crossword Above old Missouri Missoula and Arkansas All saw us run out of gas But I probably should just get going You're so drunk that I don't hope you sober up Understand that our little talks Were just buffered By sunrise Or sunset And two more cocktails, Shirley temples and Surely none of this ever even happened I only know you by the misery in my belly. The heartache in my ribcage. The cry I hold in silent I only know you as Remarkable I, House of cards Ace of wands Down to one Card of hades and Spare me the spade I'll be drifting in the outline and ink of it forever It's the Fourth of July and I'm just waiting on an Amazon order for water If that's not freedom I don't k me what is The elevator music Of my ascension The attitude of attraction, Gratitude, it's so unusual Fight to lose, In a room full of fools; The fuse, and the matchbox— Futile—amusing— Tunes from a hatchback Keys in the lockbox What you want, From the problem solver? That's enough; Now she's out of the box In just socks, And they laugh at her— But also wonder Where her shoes might have gone to There's a lot of ways to get out of a big black duffel bag, You just have to ask, actually But there's only one To get out of the coffin, Or “Box” as they called it, That she was locked up in Futile—amusing— Tunes from a hatchback Keys in the lockbox What you want, From the problem solver? That's enough; Now she's out of the box In just socks, And they laugh at her— But also wonder Where her shoes might have gone to I won't got no business in the business I unplug the plug because I'm finish Just because my skin they think I'm niggas But that disrespect because I isn't You disrespected me Put the emphasis in neglect Synthesis? Sympathies Put some respect on my name Before I put some facts in these flames Making me famous But you don't play me Picking up packages Trying to play me I am the president bitch Not the lady Okay Scratch my back With a metal spatula Take a step back, this is not your world Take a step back While I skip forward This is snitch territory; You should be very aware of me Beware If that's didn't scare you Just stay right there I'm in weight class: BEAR Flying first class air with howling thunderous winds and much hacking, “TIMOTHY THE GIANT CAT” dislodges a Omg dislodges a what? I have no idea that's all that was there. omg. My mother must've known something about me I couldn't have; My mother must have given me her monster But this monster knows better. Even just the profile is an irritant for now; Unsure, meditterenian, Overgrown pantheons turned to ruins What happened was harder, Turbulence I've been good, Golden even But this computer wants me gone And now, Aggravated Assault with a program Who would have thought the forth world war would be fought With our own thoughts? No one. Hm. Even just a glimpse and imm angrier than I've ever been. Still something creeps like the Harvard doctor Or the burning fire Or the flicker of just a thought A meadowlark and still Vines at the bottom of the spring In the pantheon Rhythms and rythms and Now I remember why were blowing up the counterparts Shut up, And pay your taxes Nothing to see here, bottoms up. But it's only 9 and half a clock Remember Sonny, would ya Now we're all obscure in the shadowbox Fix you up a seller Shortly temple soda Surely something lingers Sure enough The forest, And the father And the omen And the harpist And the seeker And the shadow And the wonder And the alter Therefore, Who art thou Therefore, who, Arthur What a wonderful tragedy, Mr. Lin He said, “I thought you'd though so” I say, “Prayers answered and nothing less Than just in the nick of time, For nickel backs And Pennie's picked up, Now in capsules Who you are, I falter But nevertheless A songbird” What a vow, God. I try to keep my promises But my face is still wilted And awkward I take those punches Just about as well As the bag I've become Downstairs, embankments And more shadow boxes Gift, valentines And then now By Fourth of July I should be quite the disappointment To just about everyone Who even had a thought about her There are no more colors Just wounds, And salt shakers, Garlic and Slamming doors Art throbs And heart connesuiers And curators Existential crisis And inward turmoil Oil on canvas Blood spills Long before it ever boils Cauldrons Candle marks Ought, with my eye out Out, with the harpists! I put my eye on, Dose now, Flicker flames, Shadow box Goodnight drunken soldier Pity this, I want to sleep, but wither I want to weep, but am watched I must be under some kind of… Umbrella. I bust me under some kind of — Possession. I must be under surveillance The Devil's in the neighbor The proof is in the pudding I want to punch the possum Or wombat Or what you would call a rodent Dressed as some dumb girl I'm sure she gets paid by the poem To poke and prod But I've written symphonies next door While she plants the seeds of the devil's words And still tries to force conformity In a neighborhood riddled with disease Of which includes her Poor habits and lack of personality No vibration after all But I've hydrated perfectly And circumstances permit, Again, I've written symphonies and never ending sagas in the bathtub While you threaten to pull the plug And put the light out I beg you to watch me Rip my veins apart with box cutters And razorblades Then again, Probably with glee, The whites would watch Another black in agony They seem to really like that Then again The blacks, the shadows Cursed beats Seem to rip each other into pieces As if for entertainment or otherwise Watch this They seem to hate each other moredoes Anybody else actually hate them also And therefore I watch pitifully and become Respectfully disengaged As I am sorted into Creatures of the agony, abyss and wisdom old A tale as old as time and still Something forgotten, Even still It is a man's war, And us as women are just Objects, Then whatever lurks next door is more An empty body or a shell Than ever more a woman was That was my husband you stole from the office. Fucking dumb whore. Then again; What never was owned Then cannot be stolen See golden brotherhood, Crepes and popes, Sacred pipes Cerulean, And keeping her out of our concepts And gardens Planting seeds of choking mongrels And still here We dance in the meadowlarks song And the chosen fountain The blue rays of sun, And the wonder's bow and arrow Again, I call? Well, again I wake As lover does not call But yet I to answer with a song of words And heart of such A song of one to call for But nothing lays more secret then These eyes and filled with pains A wound, salted A bullet, And gillotine Ouch Get out, God. Listen, mister listen A couple hours later And my eyes are steady getting misty Filled with sweat and bears No blood yet Stings my eyes So you know I ain't been eating right And eyes o. Irish Hash and cabbage Checks to cash And slight advantage God help us all If the brim of the hat is dripping And I'm gripping these quarts as I sleep And thinking of Jimmy Croissants fresher baked in the oven Then somebody better love my son Before I go and end the world And pull the plug I ain't got nothing left for em but diamonds! I left forums unanswered I started a lot of unfinished problems But the thing is, I'm almost sure they're already solved Considering as alcoholism's a solvent It cams hurt the hard boards And mother drives The tears are filled with sweat And fountains Somebody else should call it in I'm in so much trouble with the network Thanks a lot, you algorithm fucking Cocksuck programmers Now my heart hurts And soul is vanished How hard do I have to run To go and catch her I looked 15 years into the past And found a wheeelbarrow and basket I have got to get out of here I have got to get out of here Here the coroner comes for Debbie Cadaver But I'm still her, huh Aren't I? Run! You fucking Irish bastard Perfectly tan and yet still, stark white Perfectly golden and still, I'm on numbers Perfectly parished, And still I went backwards A wedding or funeral? All catholic, no services No difference at all And still Nothings worse than Indifference I'm in so much trouble with the network Be king in the nexrophiliac And still I left the golden metropolis For nothing but a metro card and Simple segregative diversity tactics I wanted the heartland! Still, Irish bastard Wish hash and cabbage I've got to get out of here Pushing a basket Abandonment And Fatal attraction You can't sell me anything If I can't buy it Recovery day But I don't feel like it Muscles tired, I'm elastic Send them to the band camp (White lion) I'm elastic Twists and turns and I'm elastic Double up, Double up I'm elastic Twists and turns and There's vampires Don't feel like it Double up double up I'm elastic Take a lesson This is tragic Double up double up I promise, it is personal not business It's professional, no promises now On the radio tower Spread it out Or just hijinx it I mix drinks with hindsight I'm elastic Lesson learned and Twists and turns Between the fireman and the super Someone left a stench And an energy marker in my room That left me clawing at my “Do not touch” money And it hit below the belt. It was all God's comedy, But not in the least funny, I knew I didn't like the super really for whatever reason But even after he left to check the Fire defectors His stench lingered over the smell of the forgotten smoke And I woke up from a nightmare As if I'd lost control When normally, I know imm dreaming with Enough time to change things Before they spiral out of control— And the worst part, I didn't remember the dream at all besides Waking up, finally at the end Realizing it was a dream and telling myself It was okay, because now I could just wake up But it wasn't okay, and I blamed the super And whatever he brought with him For lingering in my space Which didn't really feel like mine anymore, anyways, Because the neighbor was evil as they come And they were always playing mind games in the building And the motorcycles And really I deserved better But I couldn't afford it And because I couldn't afford it The demons were always lurking Trying to penetrate my space And they did, that day And it was God's comedy But it wasn't funny And it lingered And the nightmares And the motorcycles was a years long nightmare indeed And hey, At least I got some new music. I realized my show might be the only place my “remixes” might ever see the light of day or have ears other than mine; I couldn't afford the permissions and licenses for most of the music I wanted to remix— nor did I have the energy or the funds to secure the means to come across them. And so, it might have been a good idea to start working; I emptied my bank accounts with intention, with a kind of understanding that it didn't matter at all anyway. Kind of nothing mattered, because there was no real money involved— and I had, in fact stumbled upon the opportunity in a suicidal spiral of desperation, being somewhat hopelessly lost at random in what I thought was Williamsburg; it wasn't, I had apparently walked around Brooklyn in an extremely large loop for about an hour before I realized I might be going in the wrong direction because I couldn't see Manhattan anymore, I didn't care. It was probably 77 or something degrees but with the New York humidity it felt like 90, and I was wearing a head to toe full body sauna suit trying to recover from the end of the month's rations of beans, rice, and literally whatever the fuck I really wanted, because it was really also whatever the fuck I could afford without running out of food for the month before my card reloaded. Thinking I should just die, and in the same very moment stumbling across an opportunity that wasn't nessarily a job, but could easily lead to one— and so, after paying my internet bill, I plunged and poured nearly every last cent I had left over Into what? Idk it just ends there. Goddamnit. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū.

Suddenly, as I looked up from my makeshift workspace, where I had been toiling away for hours at seemingly nothing—I realized the world was full of everything I'd ever wanted to fuck; something primal and ancient had been awakening within me and I was left in a dangerous volitile position, drifting somewhere between reckless promiscuity in a sexual escapade—and the pseudo-conservative now-only partially celibate maiden form of fantasy—there wasn't anything I could do but wait inside my tragic box for some unassuming old soul to finally open the gate—and allow whatever devious and fiending hedonistic godbeing —though never fully lying dormant, entrapped and imprisoned in a loveless and sexless prison. You might recognize me. You Know, I was one of the original Kings of comedy. If I put my heart inside a box; Maybe I'd forget how cold it was Or how far you are Or how much it hurts There's no harm in God, If there ever was one Then, reality sets in: God was my only friend No armor on, I'm at the end Or a long, long walk I'm off again And on again Nothing's impossible— stop at the alter and scoff a bit I left my coat on, I left my heart on the rooftop, A sacrifice, love At the alter, I wonder a song, Or a sonnet A song, No, what's wrong? Something off a bit God, I woke up in a coffin once Isn't that awful The rest or the song wrote itself, At the alter No, I can't stop and talk Got to get off, Cause I've never been on I've never belonged in the world I'm breaking down, jim boy Don't you know? That this show blows my mind But it's stuck in my head Don't you know That this show Blows my mind Like a firework But it's still Stuck in my Head The context is that I want you From the mustache Down to your tonsils But I'm Locke inside of a box Every day I feel poorer and poorer The product says something is wrong to me I'm supposed to just stop at the stop sign And look both directions Before crossing over to Comic nights At the salad bar What a cosmic waste of time And an epic waste of space Am I in your internet history I'm dead You surely are in mine, But I'm right behind you I'd be lying for trying to say I'm not binded Clutch bag, Nut-thins Nailed to the cross With the arches doubled over The crossword Above old Missouri Missoula and Arkansas All saw us run out of gas But I probably should just get going You're so drunk that I don't hope you sober up Understand that our little talks Were just buffered By sunrise Or sunset And two more cocktails, Shirley temples and Surely none of this ever even happened I only know you by the misery in my belly. The heartache in my ribcage. The cry I hold in silent I only know you as Remarkable I, House of cards Ace of wands Down to one Card of hades and Spare me the spade I'll be drifting in the outline and ink of it forever It's the Fourth of July and I'm just waiting on an Amazon order for water If that's not freedom I don't k me what is The elevator music Of my ascension The attitude of attraction, Gratitude, it's so unusual Fight to lose, In a room full of fools; The fuse, and the matchbox— Futile—amusing— Tunes from a hatchback Keys in the lockbox What you want, From the problem solver? That's enough; Now she's out of the box In just socks, And they laugh at her— But also wonder Where her shoes might have gone to There's a lot of ways to get out of a big black duffel bag, You just have to ask, actually But there's only one To get out of the coffin, Or “Box” as they called it, That she was locked up in Futile—amusing— Tunes from a hatchback Keys in the lockbox What you want, From the problem solver? That's enough; Now she's out of the box In just socks, And they laugh at her— But also wonder Where her shoes might have gone to I won't got no business in the business I unplug the plug because I'm finish Just because my skin they think I'm niggas But that disrespect because I isn't You disrespected me Put the emphasis in neglect Synthesis? Sympathies Put some respect on my name Before I put some facts in these flames Making me famous But you don't play me Picking up packages Trying to play me I am the president bitch Not the lady Okay Scratch my back With a metal spatula Take a step back, this is not your world Take a step back While I skip forward This is snitch territory; You should be very aware of me Beware If that's didn't scare you Just stay right there I'm in weight class: BEAR Flying first class air with howling thunderous winds and much hacking, “TIMOTHY THE GIANT CAT” dislodges a Omg dislodges a what? I have no idea that's all that was there. omg. My mother must've known something about me I couldn't have; My mother must have given me her monster But this monster knows better. Even just the profile is an irritant for now; Unsure, meditterenian, Overgrown pantheons turned to ruins What happened was harder, Turbulence I've been good, Golden even But this computer wants me gone And now, Aggravated Assault with a program Who would have thought the forth world war would be fought With our own thoughts? No one. Hm. Even just a glimpse and imm angrier than I've ever been. Still something creeps like the Harvard doctor Or the burning fire Or the flicker of just a thought A meadowlark and still Vines at the bottom of the spring In the pantheon Rhythms and rythms and Now I remember why were blowing up the counterparts Shut up, And pay your taxes Nothing to see here, bottoms up. But it's only 9 and half a clock Remember Sonny, would ya Now we're all obscure in the shadowbox Fix you up a seller Shortly temple soda Surely something lingers Sure enough The forest, And the father And the omen And the harpist And the seeker And the shadow And the wonder And the alter Therefore, Who art thou Therefore, who, Arthur What a wonderful tragedy, Mr. Lin He said, “I thought you'd though so” I say, “Prayers answered and nothing less Than just in the nick of time, For nickel backs And Pennie's picked up, Now in capsules Who you are, I falter But nevertheless A songbird” What a vow, God. I try to keep my promises But my face is still wilted And awkward I take those punches Just about as well As the bag I've become Downstairs, embankments And more shadow boxes Gift, valentines And then now By Fourth of July I should be quite the disappointment To just about everyone Who even had a thought about her There are no more colors Just wounds, And salt shakers, Garlic and Slamming doors Art throbs And heart connesuiers And curators Existential crisis And inward turmoil Oil on canvas Blood spills Long before it ever boils Cauldrons Candle marks Ought, with my eye out Out, with the harpists! I put my eye on, Dose now, Flicker flames, Shadow box Goodnight drunken soldier Pity this, I want to sleep, but wither I want to weep, but am watched I must be under some kind of… Umbrella. I bust me under some kind of — Possession. I must be under surveillance The Devil's in the neighbor The proof is in the pudding I want to punch the possum Or wombat Or what you would call a rodent Dressed as some dumb girl I'm sure she gets paid by the poem To poke and prod But I've written symphonies next door While she plants the seeds of the devil's words And still tries to force conformity In a neighborhood riddled with disease Of which includes her Poor habits and lack of personality No vibration after all But I've hydrated perfectly And circumstances permit, Again, I've written symphonies and never ending sagas in the bathtub While you threaten to pull the plug And put the light out I beg you to watch me Rip my veins apart with box cutters And razorblades Then again, Probably with glee, The whites would watch Another black in agony They seem to really like that Then again The blacks, the shadows Cursed beats Seem to rip each other into pieces As if for entertainment or otherwise Watch this They seem to hate each other moredoes Anybody else actually hate them also And therefore I watch pitifully and become Respectfully disengaged As I am sorted into Creatures of the agony, abyss and wisdom old A tale as old as time and still Something forgotten, Even still It is a man's war, And us as women are just Objects, Then whatever lurks next door is more An empty body or a shell Than ever more a woman was That was my husband you stole from the office. Fucking dumb whore. Then again; What never was owned Then cannot be stolen See golden brotherhood, Crepes and popes, Sacred pipes Cerulean, And keeping her out of our concepts And gardens Planting seeds of choking mongrels And still here We dance in the meadowlarks song And the chosen fountain The blue rays of sun, And the wonder's bow and arrow Again, I call? Well, again I wake As lover does not call But yet I to answer with a song of words And heart of such A song of one to call for But nothing lays more secret then These eyes and filled with pains A wound, salted A bullet, And gillotine Ouch Get out, God. Listen, mister listen A couple hours later And my eyes are steady getting misty Filled with sweat and bears No blood yet Stings my eyes So you know I ain't been eating right And eyes o. Irish Hash and cabbage Checks to cash And slight advantage God help us all If the brim of the hat is dripping And I'm gripping these quarts as I sleep And thinking of Jimmy Croissants fresher baked in the oven Then somebody better love my son Before I go and end the world And pull the plug I ain't got nothing left for em but diamonds! I left forums unanswered I started a lot of unfinished problems But the thing is, I'm almost sure they're already solved Considering as alcoholism's a solvent It cams hurt the hard boards And mother drives The tears are filled with sweat And fountains Somebody else should call it in I'm in so much trouble with the network Thanks a lot, you algorithm fucking Cocksuck programmers Now my heart hurts And soul is vanished How hard do I have to run To go and catch her I looked 15 years into the past And found a wheeelbarrow and basket I have got to get out of here I have got to get out of here Here the coroner comes for Debbie Cadaver But I'm still her, huh Aren't I? Run! You fucking Irish bastard Perfectly tan and yet still, stark white Perfectly golden and still, I'm on numbers Perfectly parished, And still I went backwards A wedding or funeral? All catholic, no services No difference at all And still Nothings worse than Indifference I'm in so much trouble with the network Be king in the nexrophiliac And still I left the golden metropolis For nothing but a metro card and Simple segregative diversity tactics I wanted the heartland! Still, Irish bastard Wish hash and cabbage I've got to get out of here Pushing a basket Abandonment And Fatal attraction You can't sell me anything If I can't buy it Recovery day But I don't feel like it Muscles tired, I'm elastic Send them to the band camp (White lion) I'm elastic Twists and turns and I'm elastic Double up, Double up I'm elastic Twists and turns and There's vampires Don't feel like it Double up double up I'm elastic Take a lesson This is tragic Double up double up I promise, it is personal not business It's professional, no promises now On the radio tower Spread it out Or just hijinx it I mix drinks with hindsight I'm elastic Lesson learned and Twists and turns Between the fireman and the super Someone left a stench And an energy marker in my room That left me clawing at my “Do not touch” money And it hit below the belt. It was all God's comedy, But not in the least funny, I knew I didn't like the super really for whatever reason But even after he left to check the Fire defectors His stench lingered over the smell of the forgotten smoke And I woke up from a nightmare As if I'd lost control When normally, I know imm dreaming with Enough time to change things Before they spiral out of control— And the worst part, I didn't remember the dream at all besides Waking up, finally at the end Realizing it was a dream and telling myself It was okay, because now I could just wake up But it wasn't okay, and I blamed the super And whatever he brought with him For lingering in my space Which didn't really feel like mine anymore, anyways, Because the neighbor was evil as they come And they were always playing mind games in the building And the motorcycles And really I deserved better But I couldn't afford it And because I couldn't afford it The demons were always lurking Trying to penetrate my space And they did, that day And it was God's comedy But it wasn't funny And it lingered And the nightmares And the motorcycles was a years long nightmare indeed And hey, At least I got some new music. I realized my show might be the only place my “remixes” might ever see the light of day or have ears other than mine; I couldn't afford the permissions and licenses for most of the music I wanted to remix— nor did I have the energy or the funds to secure the means to come across them. And so, it might have been a good idea to start working; I emptied my bank accounts with intention, with a kind of understanding that it didn't matter at all anyway. Kind of nothing mattered, because there was no real money involved— and I had, in fact stumbled upon the opportunity in a suicidal spiral of desperation, being somewhat hopelessly lost at random in what I thought was Williamsburg; it wasn't, I had apparently walked around Brooklyn in an extremely large loop for about an hour before I realized I might be going in the wrong direction because I couldn't see Manhattan anymore, I didn't care. It was probably 77 or something degrees but with the New York humidity it felt like 90, and I was wearing a head to toe full body sauna suit trying to recover from the end of the month's rations of beans, rice, and literally whatever the fuck I really wanted, because it was really also whatever the fuck I could afford without running out of food for the month before my card reloaded. Thinking I should just die, and in the same very moment stumbling across an opportunity that wasn't nessarily a job, but could easily lead to one— and so, after paying my internet bill, I plunged and poured nearly every last cent I had left over Into what? Idk it just ends there. Goddamnit. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū.

Suddenly, as I looked up from my makeshift workspace, where I had been toiling away for hours at seemingly nothing—I realized the world was full of everything I'd ever wanted to fuck; something primal and ancient had been awakening within me and I was left in a dangerous volitile position, drifting somewhere between reckless promiscuity in a sexual escapade—and the pseudo-conservative now-only partially celibate maiden form of fantasy—there wasn't anything I could do but wait inside my tragic box for some unassuming old soul to finally open the gate—and allow whatever devious and fiending hedonistic godbeing —though never fully lying dormant, entrapped and imprisoned in a loveless and sexless prison. You might recognize me. You Know, I was one of the original Kings of comedy. If I put my heart inside a box; Maybe I'd forget how cold it was Or how far you are Or how much it hurts There's no harm in God, If there ever was one Then, reality sets in: God was my only friend No armor on, I'm at the end Or a long, long walk I'm off again And on again Nothing's impossible— stop at the alter and scoff a bit I left my coat on, I left my heart on the rooftop, A sacrifice, love At the alter, I wonder a song, Or a sonnet A song, No, what's wrong? Something off a bit God, I woke up in a coffin once Isn't that awful The rest or the song wrote itself, At the alter No, I can't stop and talk Got to get off, Cause I've never been on I've never belonged in the world I'm breaking down, jim boy Don't you know? That this show blows my mind But it's stuck in my head Don't you know That this show Blows my mind Like a firework But it's still Stuck in my Head The context is that I want you From the mustache Down to your tonsils But I'm Locke inside of a box Every day I feel poorer and poorer The product says something is wrong to me I'm supposed to just stop at the stop sign And look both directions Before crossing over to Comic nights At the salad bar What a cosmic waste of time And an epic waste of space Am I in your internet history I'm dead You surely are in mine, But I'm right behind you I'd be lying for trying to say I'm not binded Clutch bag, Nut-thins Nailed to the cross With the arches doubled over The crossword Above old Missouri Missoula and Arkansas All saw us run out of gas But I probably should just get going You're so drunk that I don't hope you sober up Understand that our little talks Were just buffered By sunrise Or sunset And two more cocktails, Shirley temples and Surely none of this ever even happened I only know you by the misery in my belly. The heartache in my ribcage. The cry I hold in silent I only know you as Remarkable I, House of cards Ace of wands Down to one Card of hades and Spare me the spade I'll be drifting in the outline and ink of it forever It's the Fourth of July and I'm just waiting on an Amazon order for water If that's not freedom I don't k me what is The elevator music Of my ascension The attitude of attraction, Gratitude, it's so unusual Fight to lose, In a room full of fools; The fuse, and the matchbox— Futile—amusing— Tunes from a hatchback Keys in the lockbox What you want, From the problem solver? That's enough; Now she's out of the box In just socks, And they laugh at her— But also wonder Where her shoes might have gone to There's a lot of ways to get out of a big black duffel bag, You just have to ask, actually But there's only one To get out of the coffin, Or “Box” as they called it, That she was locked up in Futile—amusing— Tunes from a hatchback Keys in the lockbox What you want, From the problem solver? That's enough; Now she's out of the box In just socks, And they laugh at her— But also wonder Where her shoes might have gone to I won't got no business in the business I unplug the plug because I'm finish Just because my skin they think I'm niggas But that disrespect because I isn't You disrespected me Put the emphasis in neglect Synthesis? Sympathies Put some respect on my name Before I put some facts in these flames Making me famous But you don't play me Picking up packages Trying to play me I am the president bitch Not the lady Okay Scratch my back With a metal spatula Take a step back, this is not your world Take a step back While I skip forward This is snitch territory; You should be very aware of me Beware If that's didn't scare you Just stay right there I'm in weight class: BEAR Flying first class air with howling thunderous winds and much hacking, “TIMOTHY THE GIANT CAT” dislodges a Omg dislodges a what? I have no idea that's all that was there. omg. My mother must've known something about me I couldn't have; My mother must have given me her monster But this monster knows better. Even just the profile is an irritant for now; Unsure, meditterenian, Overgrown pantheons turned to ruins What happened was harder, Turbulence I've been good, Golden even But this computer wants me gone And now, Aggravated Assault with a program Who would have thought the forth world war would be fought With our own thoughts? No one. Hm. Even just a glimpse and imm angrier than I've ever been. Still something creeps like the Harvard doctor Or the burning fire Or the flicker of just a thought A meadowlark and still Vines at the bottom of the spring In the pantheon Rhythms and rythms and Now I remember why were blowing up the counterparts Shut up, And pay your taxes Nothing to see here, bottoms up. But it's only 9 and half a clock Remember Sonny, would ya Now we're all obscure in the shadowbox Fix you up a seller Shortly temple soda Surely something lingers Sure enough The forest, And the father And the omen And the harpist And the seeker And the shadow And the wonder And the alter Therefore, Who art thou Therefore, who, Arthur What a wonderful tragedy, Mr. Lin He said, “I thought you'd though so” I say, “Prayers answered and nothing less Than just in the nick of time, For nickel backs And Pennie's picked up, Now in capsules Who you are, I falter But nevertheless A songbird” What a vow, God. I try to keep my promises But my face is still wilted And awkward I take those punches Just about as well As the bag I've become Downstairs, embankments And more shadow boxes Gift, valentines And then now By Fourth of July I should be quite the disappointment To just about everyone Who even had a thought about her There are no more colors Just wounds, And salt shakers, Garlic and Slamming doors Art throbs And heart connesuiers And curators Existential crisis And inward turmoil Oil on canvas Blood spills Long before it ever boils Cauldrons Candle marks Ought, with my eye out Out, with the harpists! I put my eye on, Dose now, Flicker flames, Shadow box Goodnight drunken soldier Pity this, I want to sleep, but wither I want to weep, but am watched I must be under some kind of… Umbrella. I bust me under some kind of — Possession. I must be under surveillance The Devil's in the neighbor The proof is in the pudding I want to punch the possum Or wombat Or what you would call a rodent Dressed as some dumb girl I'm sure she gets paid by the poem To poke and prod But I've written symphonies next door While she plants the seeds of the devil's words And still tries to force conformity In a neighborhood riddled with disease Of which includes her Poor habits and lack of personality No vibration after all But I've hydrated perfectly And circumstances permit, Again, I've written symphonies and never ending sagas in the bathtub While you threaten to pull the plug And put the light out I beg you to watch me Rip my veins apart with box cutters And razorblades Then again, Probably with glee, The whites would watch Another black in agony They seem to really like that Then again The blacks, the shadows Cursed beats Seem to rip each other into pieces As if for entertainment or otherwise Watch this They seem to hate each other moredoes Anybody else actually hate them also And therefore I watch pitifully and become Respectfully disengaged As I am sorted into Creatures of the agony, abyss and wisdom old A tale as old as time and still Something forgotten, Even still It is a man's war, And us as women are just Objects, Then whatever lurks next door is more An empty body or a shell Than ever more a woman was That was my husband you stole from the office. Fucking dumb whore. Then again; What never was owned Then cannot be stolen See golden brotherhood, Crepes and popes, Sacred pipes Cerulean, And keeping her out of our concepts And gardens Planting seeds of choking mongrels And still here We dance in the meadowlarks song And the chosen fountain The blue rays of sun, And the wonder's bow and arrow Again, I call? Well, again I wake As lover does not call But yet I to answer with a song of words And heart of such A song of one to call for But nothing lays more secret then These eyes and filled with pains A wound, salted A bullet, And gillotine Ouch Get out, God. Listen, mister listen A couple hours later And my eyes are steady getting misty Filled with sweat and bears No blood yet Stings my eyes So you know I ain't been eating right And eyes o. Irish Hash and cabbage Checks to cash And slight advantage God help us all If the brim of the hat is dripping And I'm gripping these quarts as I sleep And thinking of Jimmy Croissants fresher baked in the oven Then somebody better love my son Before I go and end the world And pull the plug I ain't got nothing left for em but diamonds! I left forums unanswered I started a lot of unfinished problems But the thing is, I'm almost sure they're already solved Considering as alcoholism's a solvent It cams hurt the hard boards And mother drives The tears are filled with sweat And fountains Somebody else should call it in I'm in so much trouble with the network Thanks a lot, you algorithm fucking Cocksuck programmers Now my heart hurts And soul is vanished How hard do I have to run To go and catch her I looked 15 years into the past And found a wheeelbarrow and basket I have got to get out of here I have got to get out of here Here the coroner comes for Debbie Cadaver But I'm still her, huh Aren't I? Run! You fucking Irish bastard Perfectly tan and yet still, stark white Perfectly golden and still, I'm on numbers Perfectly parished, And still I went backwards A wedding or funeral? All catholic, no services No difference at all And still Nothings worse than Indifference I'm in so much trouble with the network Be king in the nexrophiliac And still I left the golden metropolis For nothing but a metro card and Simple segregative diversity tactics I wanted the heartland! Still, Irish bastard Wish hash and cabbage I've got to get out of here Pushing a basket Abandonment And Fatal attraction You can't sell me anything If I can't buy it Recovery day But I don't feel like it Muscles tired, I'm elastic Send them to the band camp (White lion) I'm elastic Twists and turns and I'm elastic Double up, Double up I'm elastic Twists and turns and There's vampires Don't feel like it Double up double up I'm elastic Take a lesson This is tragic Double up double up I promise, it is personal not business It's professional, no promises now On the radio tower Spread it out Or just hijinx it I mix drinks with hindsight I'm elastic Lesson learned and Twists and turns Between the fireman and the super Someone left a stench And an energy marker in my room That left me clawing at my “Do not touch” money And it hit below the belt. It was all God's comedy, But not in the least funny, I knew I didn't like the super really for whatever reason But even after he left to check the Fire defectors His stench lingered over the smell of the forgotten smoke And I woke up from a nightmare As if I'd lost control When normally, I know imm dreaming with Enough time to change things Before they spiral out of control— And the worst part, I didn't remember the dream at all besides Waking up, finally at the end Realizing it was a dream and telling myself It was okay, because now I could just wake up But it wasn't okay, and I blamed the super And whatever he brought with him For lingering in my space Which didn't really feel like mine anymore, anyways, Because the neighbor was evil as they come And they were always playing mind games in the building And the motorcycles And really I deserved better But I couldn't afford it And because I couldn't afford it The demons were always lurking Trying to penetrate my space And they did, that day And it was God's comedy But it wasn't funny And it lingered And the nightmares And the motorcycles was a years long nightmare indeed And hey, At least I got some new music. I realized my show might be the only place my “remixes” might ever see the light of day or have ears other than mine; I couldn't afford the permissions and licenses for most of the music I wanted to remix— nor did I have the energy or the funds to secure the means to come across them. And so, it might have been a good idea to start working; I emptied my bank accounts with intention, with a kind of understanding that it didn't matter at all anyway. Kind of nothing mattered, because there was no real money involved— and I had, in fact stumbled upon the opportunity in a suicidal spiral of desperation, being somewhat hopelessly lost at random in what I thought was Williamsburg; it wasn't, I had apparently walked around Brooklyn in an extremely large loop for about an hour before I realized I might be going in the wrong direction because I couldn't see Manhattan anymore, I didn't care. It was probably 77 or something degrees but with the New York humidity it felt like 90, and I was wearing a head to toe full body sauna suit trying to recover from the end of the month's rations of beans, rice, and literally whatever the fuck I really wanted, because it was really also whatever the fuck I could afford without running out of food for the month before my card reloaded. Thinking I should just die, and in the same very moment stumbling across an opportunity that wasn't nessarily a job, but could easily lead to one— and so, after paying my internet bill, I plunged and poured nearly every last cent I had left over Into what? Idk it just ends there. Goddamnit. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū.

Corey and Skip rate SVG's Chicago burnout, predict this week's bracket matchups, and preview this weekend's race in Sonoma.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

On this week's podcast, we're learning about a surprising twist to hunting and fishing license fee increase proposals and the negative effects that it will... The post SJR | Week 670: Twists to License Fees and Game Warden Jurisdictions appeared first on Fish Hunt Forever.

Video games have some great twists! Between story moments and gameplay mechanics, games are special in that way. We discuss what's cool about it and our favorites.Join our Discord: https://discord.gg/kyKdwt9nJcEmail us: ⁠chancetimepodcast@gmail.com⁠

In 'Judas Icarus Twists His Wrist,' Director Kerr Holden (she/her) follows BC-based wrestler, Judas Icarus, following his arduous road to recovery after an injury. On the choreography of wrestling, the power of score, and how to emphasize athleticism and physicality on screen, Holden joins VIFF Shorts programmer Casey Wei on the VIFF Podcast talking her filmmaking journey, how to identify a subject, and how metal music simply, rocks. This episode was recorded during the 2024 Vancouver International Film Festival. This podcast is brought to you by the Vancouver International Film Festival.Presented on the traditional and unceded territory of the xʷməθkʷəy̓əm (Musqueam), sḵwx̱wú7mesh (Squamish), and sel̓íl̓witulh (Tsleil-Waututh) nations.

Hey, hun! It's your old friends, the Book Squad, with an exciting opportunity for you! We'd love to invite you to join us for our discussion about El Dorado Drive by Megan Abbott. We talk about the sisters' relationships, money troubles, good ol' fashioned pyramid schemes, and all things shocking and revolting. Drop in for our next Othersode on 7/22 featuring guests Janet Dale and Allison Renner, co-authors of Green Light: A Gatsby Cycle. We'll be revisiting Baz Luhrmann's The Great Gatsby with them!. Then read along with us for our second Sayaka Murata Bookpisode pick, Vanishing World, on 8/5! Don't forget to check out our Patreon and leave us a 5-star rating on Apple Podcasts!TOC:30– Welcome! And icebreaker9:00–Book intro11:20–The Bishop sisters and their relationship23:33–What's their problem?29:45–MLM business46:00– The murder part56:56–TWISTS that are SHOCKING AND REVOLTING1:01:00–Ratings1:04:40–Feedback1:08:00– What's up next?Links:The chefs at sororities: https://www.instagram.com/oldscoolkevmo/?hl=en

Kia ora,Welcome to Thursday's Economy Watch where we follow the economic events and trends that affect Aotearoa/New Zealand.I'm David Chaston and this is the international edition from Interest.co.nz.And today we lead with news of more tariff threats, but markets are over that drama, shoving its impact to the background. If there is news on a US-EU deal, then that will likely change.First in the US, even though the benchmark 30 year home loan interest rate was little-changed, mortgage applications rose a sharpish +9.3% from the prior week, and that was a rise for a third week in a row, a relatively unusual streak. Both refinance and new home purchases had good gains this week.One reason they may be more active is that Americans are shunning international travel, kind of like in the pandemic emergency, perhaps fearful of the reception they will get in both Europe, South America and Asia. And the feeling is mutual. EU-US airfares are diving and services are being cut back. But Canada is now a hit, with other-than-the-US destinations much more popular, and Toronto especially is getting a surge. In the world of travel, the US is the only major market suffering declines in visitors.The US Federal reserve released the minutes of its June 19 (NZT) meeting. And that hinted at a developing divide among members between those who support the Trump view that the tariff-tax impact on inflation will be transitory, and those that think it will be 'persistent' and do long-term and lasting damage to American cost competitiveness. And that divergence affected their view of when to next cut rates. At this meeting at least those with the fear of embedded inflation won out and rates were left unchanged. But financial markets have priced in two more -25 bps rate cuts later this year.At least one of their number are in a broader Apprentice-style competition for Powell's job - Christopher Waller.There was another US Treasury bond auction overnight, for their 10 year maturity, and it was normally supported. It delivered an median yield of 4.31% compared to the 4.38% at the prior equivalent event a month ago.Across the Pacific, Japanese machine tool orders rose in June from May, maintaining their better level in a trend that started in March. And it was demand from domestic manufacturers that were especially strong. Even though in total they were just marginally less than a year ago, that year ago benchmark was unusually strong for a 2024 month.The heart of the northern hemisphere holiday season is underway and financial market activity is lighter than usual. This period will likely last until the end of August, culminating at the American Labor Day long weekend.The UST 10yr yield is now at 4.34%, and down -8 bps from yesterday.And we should note that Nvidia has become the first company to command an equity valuation of US$4 tln.The price of gold will start today at US$3,308/oz, and up a mere +US$2 from yesterday.American oil prices are unchanged at US$68.50/bbl while the international Brent price is still just under US$70.50/bbl.The Kiwi dollar is still just on 60 USc, essentially unchanged from yesterday. Against the Aussie we are down -20 bps at 91.7 AUc. Against the euro we are holding at 51.2 euro cents. That all means our TWI-5 starts today at just on 67.5 and -10 bps lower from yesterday at this time.The bitcoin price starts today at US$109,140 and virtually unchanged (+0.1%) from this time yesterday. Volatility over the past 24 hours has been low at just on +/-0.6%.You can get more news affecting the economy in New Zealand from interest.co.nz.Kia ora. I'm David Chaston. And we will do this again tomorrow.

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Journalists Josh Dawsey, Tyler Pager and Isaac Arnsdorf are out with a new book unpacking the twists and turns of the 2024 presidential election. Drawing on hundreds of interviews with insiders, the book offers a revealing look at the circumstances that led to Trump’s return. Amna Nawaz spoke with the writers about “2024: How Trump Retook the White House and the Democrats Lost America.” PBS News is supported by - https://www.pbs.org/newshour/about/funders

Journalists Josh Dawsey, Tyler Pager and Isaac Arnsdorf are out with a new book unpacking the twists and turns of the 2024 presidential election. Drawing on hundreds of interviews with insiders, the book offers a revealing look at the circumstances that led to Trump’s return. Amna Nawaz spoke with the writers about “2024: How Trump Retook the White House and the Democrats Lost America.” PBS News is supported by - https://www.pbs.org/newshour/about/funders

(SPOILER) Your Daily Roundup covers Jesse Palmer commenting on the Golden Bachelor – sort of, Jax Taylor answers questions people have, Big Brother 27 reveals its opening night twists, & a major anniversary yesterday.    Music written by Jimmer Podrasky (B'Jingo Songs/Machia Music/Bug Music BMI) Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In der neuen Folge widmen wir uns dem explosivsten Thema der Woche: James Bond steht vor einem radikalen Umbruch. Denis Villeneuve, Regisseur von „Dune“ und „Arrival“, soll den nächsten Film inszenieren – klingt nach einem Meisterwerk in spe. Doch: Amazon hat die kreativen Zügel in der Hand. Was bedeutet das für den Ton, die Story und vor allem die Seele von Bond? Die Shortlist für den neuen 007 liest sich wie eine TikTok-Castingrunde: Tom Holland, Jacob Elordi, Harris Dickinson – sind sie das nächste Kapitel oder eher ein Fehlgriff in der Bond-Geschichte?Wir sprechen über die Romanverfilmung "Solange wir lügen" voller Twists, Teenie-Tragik und toxischer Wahrheiten – starker Plot oder zu viel Drama?High-Concept-Action trifft auf emotionale Achterbahn: Kann dieses romantische Action-Drama "The Gorge" mit Anya Taylor-Joy und Miles Teller von AppleTV mehr als nur glänzen?Das Oz-Musical "Wicked - Teil 1" mit Cynthia Erivo und Ariana Grande hat hohe Erwartungen – aber ist es wirklich ein Hit oder nur ein visueller Overload?Hausaufgabe für nächste Woche: "Heads of State" (Amazon Prime) #NapalmAmMorgen

In this Water Cooler Chat, Nicole dives into two of her favorite worlds—OCD and true crime—to unpack how our brains interpret evidence. Using courtroom logic as a guide, she explores the difference between reasonable inference and inferential confusion, a common thinking trap in OCD. With real-world and courtroom examples, Nicole shows how OCD relies on imagined possibilities, self-doubt, and irrelevant associations—while fact-based reasoning, like in a trial, asks for direct evidence. It's a mental mistrial when OCD plays judge and jury, but this episode helps listeners spot the difference and reclaim clarity. So join the conversation, because OCD doesn't get the final verdict.

Markets ended the week with fresh record highs despite new tariff threats from Trump. A China deal lifted sentiment while inflation data kept rate cut hopes in limbo.Just a quick reminder, Capital Markets Quickie is brought to you by AMF Capital AG, Asset Management Frankfurt, your leading provider for individual investment solutions and mutual funds. Visit https://www.amf-capital.de for more information.>>> Make sure to check out my newsletter "Cela's Weekly Insights":https://endritcela.com/newsletter/>>> You can subscribe here to our YouTube Channel “MVP – Main Value Partners”:https://www.youtube.com/@MainValue>>> Visit my website for more information:http://www.endritcela.com>>> Follow me on LinkedIn:https://www.linkedin.com/in/endrit-cela/>>> Follow me on Instagram:https://www.instagram.com/endritcela_official/Disclaimer for "Capital Markets Quickie" Podcast:The views and opinions expressed on this podcast are based on information available at the time of recording and reflect the personal perspectives of the host. They do not represent the viewpoints of any other projects, cooperations, or affiliations the host may be involved in. "Capital Markets Quickie" does not offer financial advice. Before making any financial decisions, please conduct your own due diligence and consult with a financial advisor.

The producers are making up new rules as they go along and scrambling to right their wrongs and....we can tell. Are there any couples you're still rooting for from the original couples before Casa? Follow Positively Uncensored: https://www.instagram.com/positivelyuncensored/Follow Positively Uncensored on TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@positivelyuncensored?lang=enSubscribe to Positively Uncensored on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/2hJdY1lWDIFfHXq76Tiqnc?si=69e95fbaa6f744c6

You need to understand how the devil twists Scripture to deceive you. It's often more subtle than we realize, but you can avoid these demonic lies and walk free from deception. This message will show you how.   The Encounter Podcast Ep.32

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Twists upon twists in this mob themed tale!

Click to Subscribe: https://bit.ly/Youtube-Subscribe-SoapDirt Young and the Restless viewers can expect to see romantic twists involving Phyllis Summers (Michelle Stafford), Nick Newman (Joshua Morrow), Audra Charles (Zuleyka Silver), and other major characters, all set against the backdrop of Aristotle Dumas' (Billy Flynn) Chateau in France on the CBS soap opera.  Y&R sees Nick Newman and Phyllis Summers could potentially reignite their old flame, despite Nick bringing Sharon Newman (Sharon Case) to the event. Sharon's jealousy is on full display as she witnesses Phyllis in Nick's comforting arms, leading to speculation that Sharon might rekindle her romance with Nick. However, showrunner Josh Griffith has hinted at a potential new romance for Phyllis, leaving viewers curious whether this involves a new partner or a familiar face. Young and Restless sees Dumas could also potentially court Phyllis, leaving room for speculation that he might be Kane Ashby (Daniel Goddard). If so, he might also be trying to pursue Lily Winters (Christel Khalil), his former love.   Y&R sees Audra Charles and Kyle Abbott (Michael Mealor) are also drawn closer in France, with Audra scheming to break Kyle and Claire Grace Newman (Hayley Erin) apart. This could potentially lead to a couple swap involving Audra and her ex, Holden Novak (Nathan Owens), or Kyle. Viewers can also anticipate potential romantic shifts involving other characters, including Nate Hastings (Sean Dominic), Amanda Sinclair (Mishael Morgan), and Devon Hamilton (Bryton James).  This episode was hosted by Belynda Gates-Turner for Soap Dirt. Visit our Young and the Restless section of Soap Dirt: https://soapdirt.com/category/young-and-the-restless/ Listen to our Podcasts: https://soapdirt.podbean.com/ Check out our always up-to-date Young and the Restless Spoilers page at: https://soapdirt.com/young-and-the-restless-spoilers/ Check Out our Social Media... Twitter: https://twitter.com/SoapDirtTV Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/SoapDirt Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/soapdirt/ TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@soapdirt Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/soapdirt/

You're getting a real mix bag of madness with this one Deviants! Twists and turns at every turn, including a pretty heavy trigger warning. Vicky's had no breakfast again, so she breaks out the biscuits and asks 'how do you eat yours?' in the Dangly Bit. Cosmonauts, comedy greats, a judicial tragedy and a food flinging festival, all topped off with a toe curling Fetish Factoid. Enjoy!Chapters:00:00 Introduction02:11 Birthday Announcements and Celebrations03:40 Nova Scotia and Accents05:35 Valentina Tereshkova: First Woman in Space08:54 Stan Laurel and Classic Comedy16:46 George Stinney: A Tragic Miscarriage of Justice28:11 Tomato Talk: British Tomato Fortnight32:33 Tomato Tasting and Valencia Farms35:21 How Do You Eat Yours?42:33 La Tomatina Festival56:18 CBT01:08:01 Closing Remarks and Announcements▶︎ Support us on Patreon for bonus content: https://www.patreon.com/ThePaddedCellPodcast▶︎ www.thepaddedcellpodcast.co.uk▶︎ www.thepaddedcellpodcast.store Watch the podcast on YouTube:▶︎ YouTube - https://www.youtube.com/@ThePaddedCellPodcastFollow The Padded Cell for more:▶︎ Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61551425184285▶︎ Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/thepaddedcell_podcast/?hl=en-gb▶︎ TikTok - https://www.tiktok.com/@thepaddedcellpodcastRecorded and Produced by Liverpool Podcast Studios▶︎ Web - http://www.liverpoolpodcaststudios.com▶︎ Instagram - http://www.instagram.com/liverpoolpodcaststudios▶︎ LinkedIn - http://www.linkedin.com/company/liverpool-podcast-studios

Here we are for episode 772! In which Paul looks back at his 7th poetry and prose collection, Mugshots which he published 20 years ago and shares some of his favourite pieces from it! Our next episode, #773 sees us catching up with Geeky Panda once again! There's going to be lots of ridiculousness! Do join us! Email us at shyyeti@yahoo.co.uk if you have comments - you can even send a sound-file and I'll include it. The music is by Shy Yeti, Muffleyontour, Luca and Udio. Sound effects by Paul C and Soundbible. Logo by Owen O and Shy Yeti. All other content is Copyright Paul Chandler, 2025. Episode 772 was recorded on the 17th October 2024, the 15th December 2024 and the 6th June 2025. This episode is released in memory of my friend, Anthony Allen (1970-2024).

Scott Porter (Ginny & Georgia, Friday Night Lights) joins me this week to discuss his transition from singing wide receiver to acting and how his pursuit in Hollywood allowed him to reconnect with lost family. Scott talks about the unexpected challenges and growth he's experienced on Ginny & Georgia, including the surprises of the ‘balance' show's success on Netflix. We also get into overcoming anxiety before performances, his passion for spreading awareness for Huntington's Disease, and learning the most when a situation goes wrong. Thank you to our sponsors:

This week, Caroline and Liz sit down with Jacksonville-based interior designer Andrew Howard: Renowned for his vibrant take on traditional design, Andrew shares his journey from working in his parents' design store to becoming a celebrated designer. The discussion explores how to inject playful elements into traditional spaces, highlighting the significance of color, unexpected accents, and personal touches in creating inviting homes. Andrew also delves into the nitty-gritty of selecting durable, comfortable furniture and the process of designing spaces that reflect individuality. He also previews his new book, set for release in September, and muses on the creative inspiration that fuels his unique projects. Watch this week's episode with images on the Ballard Designs YouTube Channel: https://bit.ly/4jVD0OG What You'll Hear on This Episode: 00:00 Introduction to Ballard Designs Podcast 00:33 Meet Andrew Howard: A Journey in Design 01:40 Design Philosophy: Playful Traditional Interiors 03:20 Creating Unique and Comfortable Spaces 07:53 The Importance of Scale and Comfort 09:48 Exploring Bold Patterns and Colors 12:38 Andrew's New Book and Instagram Insights 24:44 Commercial Design Challenges 30:12 Unexpected Office Takeover 30:55 Kids' Influence on Home Decor 32:40 The Importance of Floor Plans 34:15 Ceiling Design Insights 36:58 Essential Room Elements 38:09 The Captain's Hour Concept 40:21 Painting and Refinishing Woodwork 44:41 Exploring Color in Design 46:06 Personal Home Design Stories 52:17 Dream Project Locations 54:01 Final Thoughts and Farewell Also Mentioned: ⁠⁠⁠⁠ballarddesigns.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ | Shop Now andrewjhoward.com⁠ | Designer Website @andrewjhow | Designer IG Please send in your decorating dilemmas + pictures so we can answer them on an upcoming episode (⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠podcast@ballarddesigns.net⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠) . And, of course, please subscribe to the podcast if you haven't already in Apple Podcasts or Spotify so you never miss a new episode. Happy Decorating!

Daniel talks about yet another looming US debt ceiling limit, why there are new twists this time, and how it feeds into the outlook for US government bonds Speaker: - Daniel Lam, Head of Equity Strategy, Standard Chartered BankFor more of our latest market insights, visit Market views on-the-go or subscribe to Standard Chartered Wealth Insights on YouTube.

If you feel like you need to get out of the box ... physically, mentally, or both ... this is the practice for you.   Key practices include: cat-cow, sun a, lunges, twists, triangle, and the ever popular foot-on-block psoas lengthener.   Got questions? Want to chat about yoga? Email us! info@threedogyoga.com   Want more? Join our live stream classes offered in real time over Zoom. Drop-in passes and memberships are available for every body. Please visit www.threedogyoga.com to learn more.

It's been more than two months since LPL Financial rocked the US wealth management world by acquiring broker-dealer rival Commonwealth Financial Network. InvestmentNews senior columnist Bruce Kelly sits down with colleague James Burton to discuss the aftermath, including angry Reddit chat groups and aggressive recruiters.

Who says comfort food can't slay in summer? Because, today we're talking pot roast and creamy mashed potatoes!

June 13, 2025 In this episode, Ray, Mark, and Scott discuss recent denial issues from Aetna and Humana and offer some possible solutions. They also revisit a question covered in Episode #234: billing for amniotic tissue grafts during prostatectomy procedures, outlining strategies to address denials effectively.PRS Coding and Reimbursement HubAccess the HubJelmyto Coding and Reimbursement PageUpper Track Urothelial Cancer (UTUC) Coding and Reimbursement PageFree Kidney Stone Coding CalculatorDownload NowPRS Billing and Other Services - Book a Call with Mark Painter or Marianne DescioseClick Here to Get More Information and Request a Quote Join the Urology Pharma and Tech Pioneer GroupEmpowering urology practices to adopt new technology faster by providing clear reimbursement strategies—ensuring the practice gets paid and patients benefit sooner.https://www.prsnetwork.com/joinuptp Click Here to Start Your Free Trial of AUACodingToday.com   The Thriving Urology Practice Facebook group.The Thriving Urology Practice Facebook Group link to join:https://www.facebook.com/groups/ThrivingPractice/

It's SuperPod Saga's (very late) third birthday! To celebrate, the SuperPod Fellaz get together to chat about hentai, Bioshock, the Elden Ring movie, and Aaron gets pranked by Gerry. They've also discovered a cool new band called "Tallah", who has a sick Patreon tier that lets you have a movie night with them! Oh, we also do a Q&A with questions from our community. Cake and ice cream are available for an additional fee (join our Patreon or something).

Freut euch auf zwei Stunden beste Unterhaltung aus dem Bereich der Indie-Games! Micha und Anne haben keine Kosten und Mühen gescheut, um für euch auszusieben, welche Summer Game Fest Indies eure Aufmerksamkeit verdient haben. Zur Auswahl standen die Streams von Tim Schafers "Day of the Devs" und dem der Cozy-Gemeinde mit ihren "Wholesome Games". Heraus kam eine bunte Mischung sämtlicher Genre, Formen und Farben. Von Lehrstunden zur afrikanischen Kunstgeschichte über Adventures mit besonderen Twists, bis hin zu der obligatorischen Koch-Sim ist alles vertreten.

In Episode 22 of Crime Time Inc., host Alex dives into the turbulent Charles Manson trial, focusing on President Nixon's controversial statement that could have derailed the case. The episode details how Nixon's blunder affected the courtroom atmosphere, the subsequent suspicions and motions by Manson's attorney Irving Kanarek, and the stringent measures taken to shield the jury from external influences. The episode also covers the crucial testimony of star witness Linda Kasabian, revealing her resilience under intense cross-examination and the prosecution's efforts to corroborate her account. The discovery of new evidence, witness testimony, and the ever-present threat of the Manson Family outside the court are all meticulously detailed, making this episode a must-watch for anyone following the infamous trial.00:00 Introduction and Episode Overview00:18 Nixon's Controversial Comments02:12 Courtroom Drama Unfolds02:16 Linda Kasabian's Testimony03:15 Kanarek's Cross-Examination Tactics06:20 Manson's Manipulations and Jury Reactions09:54 Prosecution's Challenges and Witness Woes15:37 Juan Flynn's Crucial Testimony19:13 The Trial's Twists and Turns19:47 Detailed Forensic Evidence27:57 LaBianca Murders and Defense Strategies32:34 Fingerprint Evidence and LAPD Fumbles36:20 Conclusion and Next Episode TeaserTom Wood is a former murder squad detective and Deputy Chief Constable of Lothian and Borders Police in Scotland. Tom worked on many high profile murder cases including Robert Black, Peter Tobin and was part of the team investigating The World's End Murders from day one until 37 years later when the culprit, Angus Sinclair was finally convicted. Tom was latterly the detective in overall charge of The World's End murder investigation. Tom is now retired from the Police and is a successful author.Tom Wood's Books Ruxton: The First Modern Murder https://amzn.eu/d/25k8KqGThe World's End Murders: The Inside Story https://amzn.eu/d/5U9nLoPSimon is a retired Police Officer and the best selling author of The Ten Percent, https://amzn.eu/d/5trz6bs a memoir consisting ofstories from the first part of his career as a police officer. From joining in 1978,being posted in Campbeltown in Argylll, becoming a detective on the Isle ofBute, Scotland, through to the Serious Crime Squad and working in the busy Glasgowstation in Govan.#CharlesManson,#MansonMurders,#truecrimepodcast,#helterskelter,#CrimeHistory,Further reading on Charles Manson which helped influence this podcast:Manson: The Life and Times of Charles Manson by Jeff GuinnHelter Skelter: The True Story of the Manson Murders by Vincent Bugliosi and Curt GentryCharles Manson, the CIA and the Secret History of the Sixties by Tom O'NeillAbout Crime Time Inc.Crime Time Inc. is hosted by Tom and Simon—two ex-cops with decades of frontline experience and zero tolerance for fluff. Tom, a by-the-book former Deputy Chief Constable from Edinburgh, and Simon, a rule-bending ex-undercover cop from Glasgow, bring sharp insight, dark humour, and plenty of East vs. West banter to every episode.Whether they're revisiting cases they worked on, grilling fellow former officers, or picking apart narrated true crime stories, Tom and Simon don't just talk about crime—they've lived it. Real cases. Real cops. Real talk.Our Website: https://crimetimeinc.com/If you like this show please leave a review. It really helps us.Please help us improve our Podcast by completing this survey.http://bit.ly/crimetimeinc-survey Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

C.L. Taylor is the nine times Sunday Times bestselling author of eleven gripping stand-alone psychological thrillers: THE ACCIDENT, THE LIE, THE MISSING, THE ESCAPE, THE FEAR, SLEEP, STRANGERS, HER LAST HOLIDAY, THE GUILTY COUPLE, EVERY MOVE YOU MAKE and her newest book, IT'S ALWAYS THE HUSBAND, published on 5th June 2025.We loved chatting with Cally and hearing perhaps the most unique story ever about how she got her agent, why she moved into writing psychological thrillers, and how she has drawn on some personally traumatic events to inform her stories.Links:Buy Cally's books nowFollow Cally on BlueskyVisit Cally's websiteSupport us on Patreon and get great benefits!: https://www.patreon.com/ukpageonePage One - The Writer's Podcast is brought to you by Write Gear, creators of Page One - the Writer's Notebook. Learn more and order yours now: https://www.writegear.co.uk/page-oneFollow us on FacebookFollow us on InstagramFollow us on BlueskyFollow us on Threads Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

At Sean “Diddy” Combs’ explosive trial, chaos erupted when a fan unleashed a foul-mouthed tirade just before testimony began. Blake Lively made a strategic legal move in her brutal court battle with It Ends With Us co-star Justin Baldoni. And in a blow to Meghan Markle’s stateside ambitions, country legend Dolly Parton turned down a request to collaborate. Donny Meacham joins Rob! Don't forget to vote in today's poll on Twitter at @naughtynicerob or in our Facebook group.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Join your horror hosts and final boy of a friend as they survive death's design. Connect with Ryan Find the Broads on⁠⁠⁠ IG⁠⁠⁠ and ⁠⁠⁠BlueskyChapters00:00 Introduction to the Bloody Brods Pod01:40 Meet Ryan Spearman: Horror Enthusiast02:22 Exploring Horror Favorites: Alien and Predator Franchises04:11 Anxiety and the Final Destination Franchise06:47 The Impact of Violence in Horror Films08:00 Spoiler Alert: Discussing Final Destination Bloodlines09:15 Opening Scene Analysis: Tension and CGI Effects12:04 Character Development: Iris and the Female Perspective15:36 The Role of Humor in Horror17:51 Memorable Death Scenes and Their Impact20:45 Nostalgic Reflections and Family Dynamics22:44 Character Analysis: The Young and the Left-Handed24:21 Therapy and Family Trauma26:31 Tattoo Scene and Character Development27:49 The MRI Scene: Tension and Expectations30:39 Twists and Revelations in the Narrative36:16 Tony Todd's Impact and Emotional Moments38:48 Dark Humor and Ethical Dilemmas41:29 Comparative Analysis: Horror Tropes and Influences42:43 Exploring the Franchise's Evolution44:22 Fan Theories and Easter Eggs45:47 Character Arcs and Death's Role46:01 Favorite Kills and Death Scenes51:52 Artistry in Horror Effects53:50 Identity and Personal Connections56:17 Advocating for 'Wheel of Time'

Cold plunge is a hot topic these days and recent social medial has exploded into “women should not cold plunge.” We talk through in this episode where that statement was taken out of context and how you can make the BEST™ decision for you. We will share some of the science behind cold plunging, what is does for hormone regulation, how brown fat is something you want as well as the mental component to the cold. We're joined today by Dr. Christina Erndl, Naturopathic Doctor at Nourish Natural Medicine. Thanks for joining us today! We would love to connect with you! Find Tracy On Instagram and join our Facebook community Hardwired For Health. You can email us to apply for our personalized, Healthy Lifestyle Coaching through Movement & Mindset at journeystrong3@gmail.com. And make sure to find Dr. Christina Erndl on Instagram. Trouble losing the pooch, getting a flatter tummy and managing back pain? Check out our FREE FITT Technique! Click the link and begin to use your core in a way you've never been taught before. This is the first, foundational step to improving your belly pooch, low back pain, post-baby diastasis recti or embarrassing leaking! Say goodbye to the old ways of doing core & hello to the right technique! BEST part is - it doesn't have to require you to find extra time to do it! Want more help & direction? Practice FITT with us for 21-Days in our FITT™ Core Challenge! If you're struggling to be consistent with those healthy lifestyle choices you know you should do - but life's TWISTS keep throwing you off - join a community of others doing health better, together! Our monthly HAAC™ (Health Assurance & Accountability Community) Membership is a great way to get your health questions answered, feel supported & move your health forward one BEST step at a time! What are we Loving? Tracy loves Cold Wet Socks before bed to help cool her body temp and sleep better. Christina loves electrolytes from Jigsaw. And Jess loves the new flavor electrolytes by LMNT, Lemonade. It tastes like summer!

Sponsor Details:This episode is brought to you by NordVPN and Insta360To get your Space Nuts NordVPN offer, visit www.nordvpn.com/spacenuts - a special price and a 30 day moneyback guarantee await. Check it outTo check out Insta360's brilliant cameras and claim your Space Nuts freebie offer, visit store.insta360.com ... 360 degree photography at it's finest!Black Holes, Time Dimensions, and the Future of Life on MarsIn this thought-provoking episode of Space Nuts, host Andrew Dunkley and the ever-insightful Professor Fred Watson tackle a variety of intriguing questions from listeners. From the mysteries of black holes to the complex nature of time and the potential for life on Mars, this episode promises to stimulate your cosmic curiosity.Episode Highlights:- Black Holes and Time: Andrew and Fred Watson delve into a listener's question about black holes and the nature of time as one approaches the event horizon. Can time really reverse, or does it simply stop? The duo explores these mind-bending concepts and the implications of black hole physics.- The Nature of Time: A fascinating discussion arises from a question about whether time can be considered a true dimension. Andrew and Fred Watson unpack the complexities of time as a dimension, including its unique properties compared to spatial dimensions and how it affects our understanding of the universe.- Future Habitats on Mars: The conversation shifts to the potential for life on Mars and the impact of Milankovitch cycles on the planet's climate. Can Mars become a habitable world again, and what does that mean for the future of life in our solar system? The duo examines the possibilities and the ongoing search for extraterrestrial life.- Listener Ideas and Cosmic Creativity: Andrew shares an exciting book premise suggested by a listener, exploring the idea of Martian microbes merging with human cells. This sparks a conversation about the implications of such a scenario and the creative possibilities it presents.For more Space Nuts, including our continually updating newsfeed and to listen to all our episodes, visit our website. Follow us on social media at SpaceNutsPod on Facebook, X, YouTube Music, Tumblr, Instagram, and TikTok. We love engaging with our community, so be sure to drop us a message or comment on your favourite platform.If you'd like to help support Space Nuts and join our growing family of insiders for commercial-free episodes and more, visit spacenutspodcast.com/aboutStay curious, keep looking up, and join us next time for more stellar insights and cosmic wonders. Until then, clear skies and happy stargazing.(00:00) Welcome to Space Nuts with Andrew Dunkley and Fred Watson Watson(01:20) Discussion on black holes and the nature of time(15:00) Exploring the potential for life on Mars and Milankovitch cycles(25:30) Listener Ash ideas and cosmic creativityFor commercial-free versions of Space Nuts, join us on Patreon, Supercast, Apple Podcasts, or become a supporter here: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/space-nuts-astronomy-insights-cosmic-discoveries--2631155/support.

President Trump's trade policies were dealt a blow this week as a court said he could use a 1977 emergency law to justify levying tariffs. What comes next? Plus, a look at how the traditional rules of diplomacy have been upended by the Trump administration. And, much ado about mangoes. This podcast: White House correspondents Deepa Shivaram, Franco Ordoñez, and Danielle Kurtzleben, and national security correspondent Greg Myre.This podcast was produced by Bria Suggs, and edited by Casey Morell. Our executive producer is Muthoni Muturi.Listen to every episode of the NPR Politics Podcast sponsor-free, unlock access to bonus episodes with more from the NPR Politics team, and support public media when you sign up for The NPR Politics Podcast+ at plus.npr.org/politics.Learn more about sponsor message choices: podcastchoices.com/adchoicesNPR Privacy Policy

The time has finally come! The cast of Survivor 50 has officially dropped, and the Survivor News crew is here to give you the full rundown. Brice, Wendell, and Jack are diving deep into the entire lineup—sharing hot takes, early predictions, and a whole lot of excitement.

The time has finally come! The cast of Survivor 50 has officially dropped, and the Survivor News crew is here to give you the full rundown. Brice, Wendell, and Jack are diving deep into the entire lineup—sharing hot takes, early predictions, and a whole lot of excitement.

Purple Pants Podcast | Legends, Twists, and Tea: The Survivor 50 Cast Reveal The time has finally come! The cast of Survivor 50 has officially dropped, and the Survivor News crew is here to give you the full rundown. Brice, Wendell, and Jack are diving deep into the entire lineup—sharing hot takes, early predictions, and a whole lot of excitement. From iconic returnees to some surprising faces, we're breaking it all down and celebrating what's sure to be a legendary season. You already know we've got opinions—so buckle up, baby! You can also watch along on Brice Izyah's YouTube channel to watch us break it all downhttps://youtube.com/channel/UCFlglGPPamVHaNAb0tL_s7g Previously on the Purple Pants Podcast Feed:Purple Pants Podcast Archives LISTEN: Subscribe to the Purple Pants podcast feed WATCH: Watch and subscribe to the podcast on YouTubeSUPPORT: Become a RHAP Patron for bonus content, access to Facebook and Discord groups plus more great perks! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In this episode of Screens in Focus, Diana and Sam break down all the twists, emotional gut punches, and "wait, what?!" moments from Dead City Season 2, Episode 4. From Maggie's emotional unraveling to Negan's complicated choices, and the growing question of whether anyone is really in control—this episode delivers. They also get into Hershel's big WTF moment, Bruegel's sketchy schemes, and yes… a full-on KitKat breakdown. They wrap things up with what they're watching now—including Vanity Fair, Nine Perfect Strangers, Sirens, Mission Impossible: Final Reckoning, and more!  A deep, fun, and thoughtful convo—with a few laughs along the way. ⏱️ Timestamps: 00:00 Introduction and Welcome 00:20 Midway Revelations and Fun Moments 01:10 Twists and Emotional Moments 01:42 Herschel's Growth and Realizations 04:04 Negan and Maggie's Evolving Relationship 15:17 Maggie's Struggles and Clarity 20:34 Negan's Redemption and Motivations 27:25 Negan's Transformation and Moral Dilemmas 30:04 Rebuilding or Repeating the Past? 34:43 Lightning Round: Episode Highlights 38:32 Question of the Day: Food in the Apocalypse 41:21 TV and Movie Recommendations 48:19 Final Thoughts and Farewell Website: www.screensinfocus.com Email: screensinfocus@gmail.com  X https://x.com/screensinfocus Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/screensinfocuspodcast/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/screensinfocus  Feedback and TV/Movie Recommendations:  Google voice (669) 223-8542‬  Free background music from JewelBeat.com: www.jewelbeat.com  

The near-constant fluctuation of tariff rates and their implementation dates has rendered economic forecasting an exercise in futility, at both the macro and micro level. But when supply chain disruptions loom, it’s best to hear from Craig Fuller, CEO and founder of FreightWaves, a provider of near real-time data and analysis on all phases of delivery in the global goods economy. From container shipping and port data to domestic trucking rates, the insights provided by Craig and his team are invaluable in understanding how the disruptions of today transmit into economic data in the coming quarters. In this very special episode of the podcast, we talk through the current tariff turmoil and how he sees supply chains evolving to meet the challenges of a trade war.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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The finish line is in sight, and your Purple Pants Podcast Pitstop duo, @briceizyah and @therealbrookecamhi, are back one last time to break down the high-stakes finale of The Amazing Race 37!

Purple Pants Podcast | Porto Twists, Miami Showdowns & a Million-Dollar Sprint The finish line is in sight, and your Purple Pants Podcast Pitstop duo, @briceizyah and @therealbrookecamhi, are back one last time to break down the high-stakes finale of The Amazing Race 37! With the pressure on and only four teams remaining, the Race heads to Porto, Portugal, where a twist of fate in the form of “Valet Roulette” throws the teams off course. From navigating manual cars through tight European streets to solving a tricky tile puzzle at a historic wine house, the tension is real and the clock is ticking. Then it's wheels up to Miami, Florida, where the final leg is all about speed, strategy, and stamina. Teams battle through water-based challenges like jet skiing and paddleboarding before making a final sprint to the Pit Stop at LoanDepot Park. Only one duo walks away with the million-dollar prize after a Race spanning over 29,000 miles, nine countries, and 18 cities! Brice and Brooke bring their signature sass, laughs, and hot takes as they recap the drama, celebrate the victors, and reflect on the unforgettable journey that was Season 37. You already know—it's giving Pitstop realness! You can also watch along on Brice Izyah's YouTube channel to watch us break it all down https://youtube.com/channel/UCFlglGPPamVHaNAb0tL_s7g Previously on the Purple Pants Podcast Feed:Purple Pants Podcast Archives LISTEN: Subscribe to the Purple Pants podcast feed WATCH: Watch and subscribe to the podcast on YouTubeSUPPORT: Become a RHAP Patron for bonus content, access to Facebook and Discord groups plus more great perks! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Nicolle Wallace on widespread damage to the U.S. brand caused by the Trump administration, the chilling arrest of Newark Mayor Ras Baraka at an ICE facility in New Jersey, and the Supreme Court justices speaking out in defense of the judiciary amid relentless attacks against the legal system. Joined by: Maria Aspan, Rev. Al Sharpton, Angelo Carusone, Lee Gelernt, Paul Grimm, John Heilemann, Mini Timmaraju, Rep. Robert Menendez, and Lucan Way.