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Mike Lindell is having a bad day in court, and Alex Jones is about to. The Supreme Court decides that Trump can steal Congress's power over the budget, Constitution be damned. And Justin Baldoni returns to teach us all how NOT to do civil procedure.   Links:   Oregon v. Trump Docket https://www.courtlistener.com/docket/71481149/state-of-oregon-v-trump   Smartmatic v. Lindell Docket https://www.courtlistener.com/docket/62605230/smartmatic-usa-corp-v-lindell   Alex Jones Bankruptcy Docket https://www.courtlistener.com/docket/66583024/alexander-e-jones-and-official-committee-of-unsecured-creditors   YouTube to Pay $24.5 Million to Settle Lawsuit Brought by Trump https://www.wsj.com/us-news/law/youtube-to-pay-24-5-million-to-settle-lawsuit-brought-by-trump-808f6823   Lively v. Wayfarer https://www.courtlistener.com/docket/69510553/lively-v-wayfarer-studios-llc/?order_by=desc   SCOTUS ruling in State v. AIDS Vaccine Coalition motion for stay https://www.supremecourt.gov/opinions/24pdf/25a269_bp7c.pdf   AIDS Vaccine Coalition v. State (trial court docket) [Docket via CourtListener] https://storage.courtlistener.com/recap/gov.uscourts.dcd.277333/gov.uscourts.dcd.277333.145.0_4.pdf   White House “pocket rescission” announcement (Aug. 29, 2025) https://www.whitehouse.gov/briefings-statements/2025/08/historic-pocket-rescission-package-eliminates-woke-weaponized-and-wasteful-spending/   Impoundment Control Act of 1974 https://www.govinfo.gov/content/pkg/CPRT-114HPRT96107/pdf/CPRT-114HPRT96107.pdf   GAO opinion on Ukraine impoundment https://www.gao.gov/assets/710/703909.pdf   GAO Opinion Letter B-330330 (December 10, 2018) https://www.gao.gov/products/b-330330   White House EO Designating Antifa as a Domestic Terrorist Organization https://www.whitehouse.gov/presidential-actions/2025/09/designating-antifa-as-a-domestic-terrorist-organization/   NSPM -7 https://www.whitehouse.gov/presidential-actions/2025/09/countering-domestic-terrorism-and-organized-political-violence/ Show Links: https://www.lawandchaospod.com/ BlueSky: @LawAndChaosPod Threads: @LawAndChaosPod Twitter: @LawAndChaosPod  

We Awn Wednesday If you had to choose one or the other, which would you choose? Find out what the fate changing options are in Red Pill vs Blue Pill... The Speights Men's Den where EVERYONE is welcome is sitting comfortably in todays show for you listening pleasure, so sit back and let that mind of yours relax... Uhhh the Oscars! Who knows we may be there one day for SOMETHING!? So we have got to up our acceptance speech reading skills up to scratch!... Hit that link below to stay caught up with anything and everything TMS. ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.facebook.com/groups/3394787437503676/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ We dropped some merch! Use TMS for 10% off. Here is the link: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://youknowclothing.com/search?q=tms⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Thank you to the team at Chemist Warehouse for helping us keep the lights on, here at The Morning Shift... ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.chemistwarehouse.co.nz/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ 00:00 - Intro 2:37 - Check In 7:31 - Daily Bread 13:06 - Red Pill Blue Pill 21:34 - Speights Men's Den 30:54 - Oscar Nominated 36:18 - Outro Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Ol' Dirty Red AKA Stoerner is Uhhh.. QUITE PISSED about THIS 1 Thing from Texans Camp Day #1 Today.. full 734 Wed, 23 Jul 2025 23:07:14 +0000 qY6KBjWMJcpus5teW1E6ahCIWazVLfqu nfl,cj stroud,houston texans,demeco ryans,nfl news,texans,texans news,stroud,sports The Drive with Stoerner and Hughley nfl,cj stroud,houston texans,demeco ryans,nfl news,texans,texans news,stroud,sports Ol' Dirty Red AKA Stoerner is Uhhh.. QUITE PISSED about THIS 1 Thing from Texans Camp Day #1 Today.. 2-6PM M-F © 2025 Audacy, Inc. Sports False

Soooo, Uhhh.. Is the BIG MAN, Yordan Alvarez EVER Going to Return to the Astros Off this Hand Issue..?!? full 666 Tue, 22 Jul 2025 23:41:01 +0000 uwAR9mk84W9mVeqLiXnYl990WtClIhdd mlb,houston astros,astros,mlb news,al west,yordan alvarez,astros news,espada,yordan,sports The Drive with Stoerner and Hughley mlb,houston astros,astros,mlb news,al west,yordan alvarez,astros news,espada,yordan,sports Soooo, Uhhh.. Is the BIG MAN, Yordan Alvarez EVER Going to Return to the Astros Off this Hand Issue..?!? 2-6PM M-F © 2025 Audacy, Inc. Sports False

I talk about the draft a little, but mostly the weird moves of Joe Dumars and the good moves of Brad Stevens.   Uhhh...sorry about the low quality.  I needed to get this under 6.7 MB

Uhhh yep, we're going there—all things BIRTH with the magical Ann Marie Gilligan, creator of The Gilligan's Guide to Optimal Birth. From shoulder dystocia and vaginal tearing to home birth transfers, cesareans, and belly mapping—we cover it all. Ann walks us through the body wisdom behind a smoother, more connected birth, including hands-on tools for achieving optimal birthing positioning for our babies in utero. Ann even walks Sarah (who's in her third trimester) through practical prep! We also revisit our not-so-to-plan first births, share big feels about our upcoming 4th & 5th births, and talk about what it really means to reclaim your power in the birth space. This one's for anyone healing from a birth or prepping for one—it's informative, grounded, and full of reminders that you get to own your story. Resource links: The Guide - Gilligan's Guide Follow Ann on IG: @gilligansguide Ina May's Guide to Childbirth by Ina May Gaskin This episode is proudly sponsored by Hungryroot! Follo​w Sarah Wright Olsen: IG: @swrightolsen Follow Teresa Palmer: IG: @teresapalmer  FB: https://www.facebook.com/teresamarypalmer/ DISCOUNT CODES: • Go to www.baeo.com and get 20% when using the code MOTHERDAZE20 • Go to www.lovewell.earth and get 20% when using the code MOTHERDAZE20 More about the show! • Watch this episode on YouTube here • Co-founders of @yourzenmama yourzenmama.com • Read and buy our book! "The Zen Mama Guide To Finding Your Rhythm In Pregnancy, Birth, and Beyond"  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

The Panthers push all the right buttons while The Dolphins are just trying to figure things out plus The Tush Push could be going bye bye.

Wir sind gerührt - eine neue Folge ist draußen! Wenn du diese Themen hörst, kannst du vor Freude weinen: Mike Krüger, die Fäkal-Fliege, Schokorilla, Schönschrift, Uhhh & Hähhh, nervige Kinder, Pangramm, Alexander von Humboldt und die Lachnacht in Offenburg. Es ist alles so wunderschön! HIER KANNST DU UNS ÜBERALL HÖREN: https://linktr.ee/komischegespraeche HIER KANNST DU UNS AUF KAFFEE EINLADEN: https://ko-fi.com/komischegespraechepodcast HIER GEHT ES ZUR KOMISCHE MUSIKE PLAYLIST AUF SPOTIFY: https://tinyurl.com/komischeMusike

Actualmente, 2 de cada 10 personas que se encuentran con Isabel Vázquez por la calle o en cualquier de los mil eventos a los que acude esta intelectual de referencia la felicitan por lo bien que toca el piano. Nuestro trabajo aquí es seguir insistiendo fuertemente en esa línea hasta que al menos 4 ó 5 personas de cada diez le digan ‘joé, Isabel, qué bien tocas el piano, tía'. ¡Adelante, Isabel! Karaoke: Estuve en New York, fue genial, Su cultura gira, brilla, salta, Uhhh uhhhhuhhhhh Vete a New York, es vital Tienes freedom, moda, people, arte y tú uuuuuuuuuuu Todo el tiempo en la rueda, derrapando para dejarse ir. La rutina te azota. te golpea, cualquiera diría que eres el hazmerreir.Un día de pronto te escapas, ves el hueco, hay puerta de embarque para ti.Estás en Harlem, hermano. Bienvenido a Madison con 43 street.Tengo entradas para el Whitney Museum, vas a flipar con Amy Sherald. Oh my goss, qué mirada, hermanos de la raza negra os quiero, Black Lives Matter, hey man, what the fuck mielmano del Bronx. Busquen sus pinturas, Amy Sherald, Canelita en rama. Me he tomado un Old Fashion en el Blue Note, soy el super héroe Marvel que te dé la gana sobrevolando Vanderbilt, he visto a Carlito Brigante serpenteando por Grand Central to Brian de Palma. Y Hugh Jackman todo el rato en el Radio City Music Hall, levantando la pierna. Pero es que en junio, en el Beacon Theatre, Miley Cirus un día y otro día Paul Simon, tócate el melocotón. Y creo que me he cruzado con Denzel Washington, carajo, que está haciendo Otelo en Broadway. ¿Pero esto qué es? Bajando Bleecker Street me puse triste y bien perfumado, en Washington Square fui feliz cuánta maría y cuánta gente libre, dios mío, 153.000 portadas del New Yorker en la free exhibition de la Public Library. Se le ha caído la chiva a Abraham Lincoln, el del Lincoln Center, al escucharle a Pedro tanta diatriba vs Trump en el homenaje Almodóvar a sí mismo. Etc etc. 

Actualmente, 2 de cada 10 personas que se encuentran con Isabel Vázquez por la calle o en cualquier de los mil eventos a los que acude esta intelectual de referencia la felicitan por lo bien que toca el piano. Nuestro trabajo aquí es seguir insistiendo fuertemente en esa línea hasta que al menos 4 ó 5 personas de cada diez le digan ‘joé, Isabel, qué bien tocas el piano, tía'. ¡Adelante, Isabel! Karaoke: Estuve en New York, fue genial, Su cultura gira, brilla, salta, Uhhh uhhhhuhhhhh Vete a New York, es vital Tienes freedom, moda, people, arte y tú uuuuuuuuuuu Todo el tiempo en la rueda, derrapando para dejarse ir. La rutina te azota. te golpea, cualquiera diría que eres el hazmerreir.Un día de pronto te escapas, ves el hueco, hay puerta de embarque para ti.Estás en Harlem, hermano. Bienvenido a Madison con 43 street.Tengo entradas para el Whitney Museum, vas a flipar con Amy Sherald. Oh my goss, qué mirada, hermanos de la raza negra os quiero, Black Lives Matter, hey man, what the fuck mielmano del Bronx. Busquen sus pinturas, Amy Sherald, Canelita en rama. Me he tomado un Old Fashion en el Blue Note, soy el super héroe Marvel que te dé la gana sobrevolando Vanderbilt, he visto a Carlito Brigante serpenteando por Grand Central to Brian de Palma. Y Hugh Jackman todo el rato en el Radio City Music Hall, levantando la pierna. Pero es que en junio, en el Beacon Theatre, Miley Cirus un día y otro día Paul Simon, tócate el melocotón. Y creo que me he cruzado con Denzel Washington, carajo, que está haciendo Otelo en Broadway. ¿Pero esto qué es? Bajando Bleecker Street me puse triste y bien perfumado, en Washington Square fui feliz cuánta maría y cuánta gente libre, dios mío, 153.000 portadas del New Yorker en la free exhibition de la Public Library. Se le ha caído la chiva a Abraham Lincoln, el del Lincoln Center, al escucharle a Pedro tanta diatriba vs Trump en el homenaje Almodóvar a sí mismo. Etc etc. 

Actualmente, 2 de cada 10 personas que se encuentran con Isabel Vázquez por la calle o en cualquier de los mil eventos a los que acude esta intelectual de referencia la felicitan por lo bien que toca el piano. Nuestro trabajo aquí es seguir insistiendo fuertemente en esa línea hasta que al menos 4 ó 5 personas de cada diez le digan ‘joé, Isabel, qué bien tocas el piano, tía'. ¡Adelante, Isabel! Karaoke: Estuve en New York, fue genial, Su cultura gira, brilla, salta, Uhhh uhhhhuhhhhh Vete a New York, es vital Tienes freedom, moda, people, arte y tú uuuuuuuuuuu Todo el tiempo en la rueda, derrapando para dejarse ir. La rutina te azota. te golpea, cualquiera diría que eres el hazmerreir.Un día de pronto te escapas, ves el hueco, hay puerta de embarque para ti.Estás en Harlem, hermano. Bienvenido a Madison con 43 street.Tengo entradas para el Whitney Museum, vas a flipar con Amy Sherald. Oh my goss, qué mirada, hermanos de la raza negra os quiero, Black Lives Matter, hey man, what the fuck mielmano del Bronx. Busquen sus pinturas, Amy Sherald, Canelita en rama. Me he tomado un Old Fashion en el Blue Note, soy el super héroe Marvel que te dé la gana sobrevolando Vanderbilt, he visto a Carlito Brigante serpenteando por Grand Central to Brian de Palma. Y Hugh Jackman todo el rato en el Radio City Music Hall, levantando la pierna. Pero es que en junio, en el Beacon Theatre, Miley Cirus un día y otro día Paul Simon, tócate el melocotón. Y creo que me he cruzado con Denzel Washington, carajo, que está haciendo Otelo en Broadway. ¿Pero esto qué es? Bajando Bleecker Street me puse triste y bien perfumado, en Washington Square fui feliz cuánta maría y cuánta gente libre, dios mío, 153.000 portadas del New Yorker en la free exhibition de la Public Library. Se le ha caído la chiva a Abraham Lincoln, el del Lincoln Center, al escucharle a Pedro tanta diatriba vs Trump en el homenaje Almodóvar a sí mismo. Etc etc. 

Actualmente, 2 de cada 10 personas que se encuentran con Isabel Vázquez por la calle o en cualquier de los mil eventos a los que acude esta intelectual de referencia la felicitan por lo bien que toca el piano. Nuestro trabajo aquí es seguir insistiendo fuertemente en esa línea hasta que al menos 4 ó 5 personas de cada diez le digan ‘joé, Isabel, qué bien tocas el piano, tía'. ¡Adelante, Isabel! Karaoke: Estuve en New York, fue genial, Su cultura gira, brilla, salta, Uhhh uhhhhuhhhhh Vete a New York, es vital Tienes freedom, moda, people, arte y tú uuuuuuuuuuu Todo el tiempo en la rueda, derrapando para dejarse ir. La rutina te azota. te golpea, cualquiera diría que eres el hazmerreir.Un día de pronto te escapas, ves el hueco, hay puerta de embarque para ti.Estás en Harlem, hermano. Bienvenido a Madison con 43 street.Tengo entradas para el Whitney Museum, vas a flipar con Amy Sherald. Oh my goss, qué mirada, hermanos de la raza negra os quiero, Black Lives Matter, hey man, what the fuck mielmano del Bronx. Busquen sus pinturas, Amy Sherald, Canelita en rama. Me he tomado un Old Fashion en el Blue Note, soy el super héroe Marvel que te dé la gana sobrevolando Vanderbilt, he visto a Carlito Brigante serpenteando por Grand Central to Brian de Palma. Y Hugh Jackman todo el rato en el Radio City Music Hall, levantando la pierna. Pero es que en junio, en el Beacon Theatre, Miley Cirus un día y otro día Paul Simon, tócate el melocotón. Y creo que me he cruzado con Denzel Washington, carajo, que está haciendo Otelo en Broadway. ¿Pero esto qué es? Bajando Bleecker Street me puse triste y bien perfumado, en Washington Square fui feliz cuánta maría y cuánta gente libre, dios mío, 153.000 portadas del New Yorker en la free exhibition de la Public Library. Se le ha caído la chiva a Abraham Lincoln, el del Lincoln Center, al escucharle a Pedro tanta diatriba vs Trump en el homenaje Almodóvar a sí mismo. Etc etc. 

Originally aired on May 2, 2025   We do hope you had a cozy Easter, some countries soon won't...   Topics of Discussion: Netflix reckons that cinemas are obsolete and they are the Messiahs Mating Season, a totally furry-bait TV series is on the cards UK bans game controller exports to Russia in the name of saving Ukraine Xbox prices in general to shoot up, what can we expect?   Hosts: Jolt Noble Guil

Welcome to our podcast series from The Super Network and Pop4D called Tubi Tuesdays Podcast! This podcast series is focused on discovering and doing commentaries/watch a longs for films found on the free streaming service Tubi, at TubiTVYour hosts for Tubi Tuesdays are Super Marcey, ‘The Terrible Australian' Bede Jermyn, Prof. Batch (From Pop4D & Web Tales: A Spider-Man Podcast) and Kollin (From Trash Panda Podcast), will take turns each week picking a film to watch and most of them will be ones we haven't seen before.Film Starts Playing At: 00:07:45Welcome back to The Tubi Tuesdays Podcast, the number one Tubi related podcast that's hosted by two Australians, one Canadian and one American! All four co-hosts are here with Super Marcey, Bede Jermyn, Prof. Batch and Kollin, however Bede decided to do a silent protest because he lost the karaoke contest against Kraven and thus Kraven won the prize of taking Bede's pick. In true Kraven style he's picked a film that isn't even on Tubi with Krazy House (2024)! Did Bede remain silent through his protest? Do Marcey, Bach and Kollin get a much needed break from his bad jokes? I guess you'll have to listen in and find out!Krazy House was directed by Steffen Haars and Flip Van der Kuil, it stars Nick Frost, Alicia Silverstone, Jan Bijvoet, Gaite Jansen, Walt Klink, Chris Peters, Matti Stooker and Kevin Connolly as Jesus.If you have never listened to a commentary before and want to watch the film along with the podcast, here is how it works. You simply need to grab a copy of the film or load it up on Tubi (you may need alcohol), and sync up the podcast audio with the film. We will tell you when to press and you follow along, it is that easy! Because we have watched the films on Tubi, it is a free service and there are ads, however we will give a warning when it comes up, so you can pause the film and provide time stamps to keep in sync.Highlights include:* Bede doing a silent protest, it doesn't work.* We are all obsessed with Nick Frost's Jesus sweater vests!* Is BluZuZu doing all this?* Krazy House brings the blasphemy and gore!* Uhhh this all escalated quickly!* Typical Bede, runs out of paper to write on ...* So this film turned into the Passion of the Frost ...* Plus much, much more!Check out The Super Network on Patreon to gain early access to The Tubi Tuesdays Podcast!DISCLAIMER: This audio commentary isn't meant to be taken seriously, it is just a humourous look at a film. It is for entertainment purposes, we do not wish to offend anyone who worked on and in the film, we have respect for you all.Music provided by DeNNo, introduction and podcast editing by Super Marcey & Bede Jermyn Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

If you've every asked, "Uhhh.... what?" after reading something in the Bible, specifically the parables of Jesus: we cover a couple of things to keep in mind and make it applicable to us today! 

Welcome to Episode 98 of The Last Standee Podcast! This is one where we have to apologize in advance for making you listen to Alessio for a feature-length episode. No, the team is still there. It's just that it's a mess sometimes to put together speakers geographically distant, and when illnesses and shaky world situation interfere, that's a recipe for missed episodes. We pull through the best we can, though, thank you. ...It was way more informative than what I meant initially, but it's fine. THIS IS FINE. EVERYTHING IS FINE. Anyway, Alessio takes the chance of being alone in the recording to talk about niche and upcoming project, such as Eternal Decks (take it!) in the Standee Catch-up, then talks about a Canadian (nonetheless!) project of three innovative games set up in the Twisted Realms. After this, it's time to do the laundry with the review of two Unmatched sets for the new course: Sun's Origin (for two players) and Slings and Arrows (for four players) - public domain heroes, the best ones! Finally, as it's compulsory for solo episodes, it's time for the big, genre-defining solo game of the episode: this time, we talk about Legacy of Yu. Uhhh, next one is episode 99! Can't wait for it! It will be legen

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UHHH!! YUCK!!! UYUCKOO!! I axeofdentally touched the gas pump! BLEH! When I was pumpking gas into the car. My car got some gas on the outside of it! OOWOOGA! Now to touch the $20 bill, the door handle, the cash wrap, the rollerized hot dog, the plastic bag, a quarter, a newspaper, my sticky butt crack, and a cop's gun on the way home. THAT makes a lot of sense. A nod to health!On today's show we have all that and more. Plus a couple of other things like a nutting device, something with Jell-O, and a pathetic device that is pussifying the boomer generation. Sad to see! But funny to hear. And that's the way the show goes. EnjoyMusic for YKS is courtesy of Howell Dawdy, Craig Dickman, Mr. Baloney, and Mark Brendle. Additional research by Zeke Golvin. YKS is edited by Producer Dan. Social Media by Maddalena Alvarez.Executive Producer Tim Faust (@crulge)Subscribe to YKS Premium today and find yourself smack dab in the middle of a very special month. Let's just say the boys are very “animated” about it. And you can listen to it in your “car” if you “toon” the radio up a bit. Will that “movie” you to subscribe? Follow us on Instagram: @YKSPod, TikTok: YourKickstarterSucks and subscribe to our YouTube channel for more video stuff! Wow, 2025 is lit!! Gift subscriptions to YKS Premium are now available at Patreon.com/yourkickstartersucks/giftSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Watch on Philo! - Philo.tv/DTHThe episode kicks off in the 70s with Alice watching Colton perform. Kat shows up too and tells her about the jacket. Alice says she's confident there's an explanation. Colton plays a song that really surprises Kat. She asks hippie guy Jasper about it, and he says he taught it himself. It's an old folk song from the founding of the town. As she's walking back to the pond, she sees Grandma sitting there. She goes to talk to her, and Grandma says that Colton isn't special—she thought he was—but he's a rule breaker.In 2025, it's Del's birthday, and she doesn't want anyone to do anything for it. So, the boys ignore her and plan a surprise party. Brady is in town for some reason, so that's fun.Back to the 70s, Alice is still hanging out with Evelyn. Evelyn suggests they use a Ouija board to contact Cassandra, someone who used to live in Evelyn's room.Kat makes it back to the present and finds the music book. She reads the lyrics, and it's clear that it was written by Thomas about them. So, she goes over and kisses Elliot, saying, “Our love is good enough to write a song about, right?”So Evelyn, Alice, Colton, and Del are doing the Ouija board, and someone begins to communicate with them. It's not Cassandra, but someone who says “fire,” “fast,” “blame,” and then the little planchette shoots toward Colton. He's freaked out, and Del comforts him.Kat and Elliot are making out when there's a knock at the door. It's Emma... Elliot's ex-wife!Evelyn and Alice are talking about what happened when Evelyn notices a hidden door. Inside is the painting of "MY Katherine." Evelyn says, "I recognize her," and Alice is like, “Uhhh, I gotta go.”Sam and Del surprise Jacob with a certificate of resurrection. They probably had to wait in a really long line for that one.Kat, Elliot, and Emma are all hanging out, and it's awkward.Alice is getting coffee with her dad when Noah walks in. She introduces him to her dad and calls him her boyfriend. Brady is unimpressed.Kat dreams of making out with Thomas, so there's that.It's time for the party, and Alice sings a song from the 1800s book. The song is freaking Kat and Jacob out, so they take the book and find out that in 1816, there was a year with no sun. People thought the world was ending. Kat and Jacob are convinced they need to go back and tell everyone that the world isn't ending.Alice talks to Del about Evelyn, and it doesn't go well. Del tells her to stay out of her memories.Noah goes to comfort Alice, and they end up kissing.Brady and Jacob have a moment where Brady apologizes for distracting Kat the night he went missing, and Jacob is like, “I've never blamed you.”Elliot tries to convince Kat not to go back to the 1800s, but she says, “Jacob wants to jump, and I can't let him go alone.”Alice is walking around when Max stops her and asks if she's going to accuse him of having a sibling again. But he says Casey is a family name... Cassandra, actually. So that's quite the coincidence.Kat and Jacob jump in and come back to the 1800s. They can't find anyone but end up at the church, where they see Susanna walking out with Cyrus Goodwin, and they're married! Susanna and Kat lock eyes. Then we see that Thomas is also looking on from afar.

Uhhh..What're we talking about? What is the least likely licked place on one's body? We talk about it here. 

‘Tis the season for giving. By TheSleepingKing. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. 7:16 am The door from the bathroom swung open, spilling steam into the dim blue rays of light sneaking in through the blinds. Wrapped in a towel, Shauna strode into her dorm room, feet sinking into the carpet as she padded across the floor. Pausing at the window she pulled the cord to raise the blinds, bathing the room in the soft glow of an overcast Michigan dawn. A dusting of snow covered the glazing. About an inch drifted on the ledge outside. Beyond and several stories down a lone figure rounded onto the back straight of the athletic track. Shauna leaned in, her breath fogging the glass. She poked two dots and underlined them with a curve. Smiled at the new face smiling back at her. It was a beautiful Christmas Eve morning.She unhooked the towel and tossed it over the back of the chair parked under the desk. The cool air plucked at her nipples and sapped the heat from her skin. She skimmed her hands around the bulge of her breasts, across her taut tummy and the arc of her ass. Appraising her profile in the mirror she nodded. Spin class and yoga really paid off this year. From the top drawer of the dresser, she picked out white lace panties and drew them up over toned, creamy thighs. She paired them with red and white argyle knee socks and a soft strapless bra. Sifting through the hangers in the closet she settled on a flirty red A-line dress with wide shoulder straps and a length about mid-thigh. Not practical for the weather. But perfect for the mission. 7:32 am She capped the outfit with a fuzzy Santa hat and white-soled black Keds before returning to the mirror. She turned side to side and took a twirl, the dress flaring out before settling over her legs. Certainly the sexiest elf she'd ever seen. She glanced over at the clock on the nightstand. She would need to get going soon to make her deliveries. The schedule was tight. On any other Christmas Eve she'd still be asleep; tucked in tight and dead to the world in a quiet corner of her parents' six-bedroom McMansion in Traverse City. She'd get up around 10:00, meet her brother for lunch, then spend the afternoon serving food at a shelter across town before heading home for the traditional Christmas Eve dinner with her family. This year, dinner had been moved up to lunch – something about grandma and grandpa's flights. So volunteering was out. She was fine with it at first. But as the season ramped up and the holiday spirit infected her, she felt the need to replace it with something. Some way to give back. To spread a little cheer to those less fortunate this time of year. As 3rd floor RA for the co-ed dorm, she was privy to certain information. The administration realized not every student could make it home for the holidays. So the school remained open in a limited capacity, depending on the holiday and how many students remained behind. This year on her floor there were three. And since they were stuck there maybe she could celebrate with them before she left. She snatched a small white drawstring bag off her bed and slung it over her shoulder, the contents momentarily rustling about inside. Taking her key card from the dresser she slipped it into her bra and reached for the door. She paused, re-thinking, the lever rocking under her palm. Quickly, she picked it out and tucked it neatly into the back of a sock instead, before ducking out into the hall. 7:40 am Shauna stopped at Room 303. She gave her usual rata-tat-tat RA knock and shrugged the bag off her shoulder, holding the strap in the crook of her elbow. The corridor was weirdly quiet. No music or raucous conversation bleeding through the walls. She couldn't imagine having to spend the next week here under these conditions. A latch clicked in front of her, and the door creaked open. “Hey Ty,” she chirped, “Merry Christmas!” Ty seemed surprised by the greeting, then confused by her presence. He smiled. “Um…thanks. Merry Christmas to you too.” His eyes dipped – first to her cleavage, then to her legs – before rebounding to hers. He now seemed nervous too. “Can I come in for a minute?” “Uh…yeah, sure.” Shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweats he stepped aside. She glided past, her blonde curls swishing about her shoulders. Ty gently shut the door behind her. Shauna glanced around the suite. Open textbooks were strewn across the couch. Graph paper filled with notes littered the desk. The three computer monitors that typically flickered video games, now hosted row upon row of complex equations she didn't understand. Ambient techno pulsed softly through a pair of small speakers, and the room smelled faintly of Axe body spray. “I'm sorry,” he offered, “I wasn't expecting anyone today.” He was a freshman, so she'd only known him one semester. But he seemed like a good kid. Sure, he was disheveled, nerdy, and a little immature. But he was charming and considerate, and very bright – dedicated to keeping his name on the Dean's List. Didn't hurt that he was cute either. “That's okay,” she replied. “Santa knows it sucks having to be here over the holidays, so he got you a present.” She lowered the bag and reached inside, pulling out a deep green envelope with a silver star sticker sealing it shut. “Nothing big, just something to give you a break from…” she waved her arm toward the paper and monitors, “…this.” Cautiously he took the envelope, turning it over to find his name written neatly on the front. “Oh,” he said, “…thanks. That's…really nice.” A moment of awkward silence followed. “Go ahead,” Shauna prompted, “open it.” Ty shrugged. He peeled up the star and lifted the flap, extricating a Christmas card with a red-nosed Rudolph gracing the cover. He smiled as he opened it, eyes tracking back and forth across the page. Wedged in the crease was a white 3 by 5 note card. Flipping it right-side-up he discovered a sketch in black marker in the center. He froze, the smile fading, jaw dropped. He looked up at Shauna. Then back at the card. “Wait…,” he stammered, “is this…. Are you…. Is this for real?” Shauna raised her eyebrows and shrugged. “Santa likes to make sure no one on the nice list gets left out.” Her gaze fell to his groin, dialing in on the growing bulge. There was the response she was hoping for. She hung the bag over the doorknob. Closing the distance between them she reached out and pinched the card in her fingers. “Why don't you get comfortable.” She set it on a textbook and slouched against the desk, waiting. Ty looked left, then right, unsure of what to do. Finally, he stepped back and eased himself down to the edge of his bed. Shauna placed her hands on his thighs, pushing them apart before kneeling between them. The tented fleece covering his crotch pointed directly at her. She smiled. Looked up. “You've done this before, right?” He paused a moment, then nodded vigorously. She wasn't convinced. But it didn't really matter. It might even help keep her on schedule. She gave him a shove, forcing him to recline and brace with his arms. Grabbing his sweats by the pockets she jerked at them until they pooled around his ankles. His cock sprang out, slapping his abdomen before swaying back to vertical. She wrapped it in her fingers, the whole head protruding from her fist. He puffed and shivered under her touch. Leaning forward she lowered her head. His body tensed. She raised her eyes to find his narrowed, his mouth rounded and dry. “Relax,” she cooed, “just enjoy it,” and slipped his dick between her lips. A breath rattled his chest. She felt the blanket cinch beneath them as his fingers gripped and pulled. First she teased the glans, undulating her tongue beneath, then around and over the top. His hips shot up to meet her mouth. She lightened her hold, welcoming him in deeper. She bobbed her head to the rhythm of the music – down on one and three, up on two and four. His cock was rock hard, curving into the roof of her mouth with each descent. He sighed, and groaned, and grunted; the tone and timbre of each growing more urgent with each passing minute. Shauna's free hand dove under her dress and between her legs, fingers plucking aside the damp lace and strumming the slick, smooth lips of her pussy. Her partners were usually more experienced. More restrained. It had been some time since one had responded with such virginal enthusiasm. And she found it to be quite the turn-on. She held her neck as steady as she could, relinquishing control of tempo and depth. Ty trembled, huffing air through gritted teeth. Shauna peeked to find his eyes closed, neck strained, deep blue veins pulsing through. Sensing the moment, her fingers left the base of his dick and curled around his balls. She tightened her lips to a gentle squeeze. Ty stalled. A guttural growl forced its way into the air. His eyes popped open wide and fixed on Shauna's. With a batting of lashes, she pushed down on his throbbing cock until the tip of her nose bumped his abdomen. A heartbeat later, torrents of warm, viscid cum spewed into her mouth. The jets struck the back of her palate, sloshing over her tonsils and sliding down her throat. She swallowed hard but couldn't keep up. Each burst seemed richer than the last, filling her cheeks and leaking from the corners of her mouth. Her own juices deluged her fingers in response; the squelching filling the gaps between Ty's staggered gasps. A dozen spurts later his orgasm subsided. Shauna held his cock a little longer, savoring its texture on her lips and the mild, distinct flavor of his seed. She moved with him as his hips sagged back to the mattress, sinking him deeper to the root of his erection. After one final gulp she sucked in her cheeks and lifted her head, teasing the remaining fluids from the head of his dick. He gawked at her, speechless. She pulled her fingers from her pussy and held them up in front of her. They gleamed in the light, strands of grool clinging to her knuckles as she separated them. Fixing on him she sucked each finger into her mouth, swabbing them clean before licking her lips. Ty's eyes rolled back in his head and he collapsed flat on the bed. Shauna giggled. Pushing off she rocked to her feet. She looked at him spread over the rumpled blanket, his penis twitching on his tummy. She nodded, pleased with herself. Sweeping her hair out of her face she took the gift sack from the doorknob and the note card from the desk, slipping the latter into the former. “Did you enjoy your present?” she asked, slinging the bag over her shoulder. Ty groaned a sigh, his satisfaction evident. A smile lit Shauna's lips. “Good,” she said, “that's great.” She made her way back to the door. “You know, Santa can't offer gifts like this to everyone, so…let's keep this between us, okay?” An arm raised and a hand approximated a wave before tumbling limp to the mattress. She took it as a yes. Catching her reflection in the window she adjusted her hat. “Merry Christmas Ty,” she said softly, before disappearing into the corridor. 8:05 am Snowflakes drifted past the tall narrow windows of the student lounge separating the north and south wings of the third floor. Curled up at the far end of the couch opposite the ping pong table, Shauna twisted the cap off a bottle of diet soda and took a sip. Pulling her phone from the bag she checked the time. Javon would arrive in fifteen minutes. Plenty of time to finish her drink. She stretched out across the cushions and downed another swig. This one excited her more than the others. She and Javon were casually acquainted. Though both juniors they rarely shared classes. But they saw each other often around campus; playing pool in the lounge, grabbing coffee at Starks, or stocking up on dollar tacos Tuesday nights at Frankie's. And always, always flirting. Nothing ever came of it, unfortunately. He was putting himself through school and the scholarships just weren't enough. So he needed to work a lot. Every chance he got he'd bank some overtime or pick up an extra shift. That didn't leave much time for anything else. But today was Christmas Eve. The print shop would be closed tomorrow, so he couldn't go in tonight. Which she hoped would free up just enough time for what she had in store. A door closed in the distance, followed by footsteps in the hallway behind her. She checked her phone. He was early. She chugged another mouthful of soda, then quietly stuffed everything into the bag. The footsteps halted. A latch turned and a door opened, then closed. She counted to thirty, then slid off the couch and left the lounge, rounding the corner toward 317. 8:08 am Shauna waited, impatiently, shifting her weight from foot to foot. Still no response. She knocked again, harder this time. Shuffling noises, then heavy footfalls. The door swung open on a scowling Javon, his uniform shirt crumpled in his fist, muscles chiseled and taut. She smiled up at him, head cocked to the side. He looked her over, his mood softening as he recognized who she was. “Hey,” he said, eyebrows furrowed. “What are you still doing here?” She shrugged, ignoring the twinge in her pussy. “Waiting to see you. Can I come in?” Javon retreated inside, tossing his shirt on the bed and perching on the edge of his dresser. Shauna followed, taking quick stock of the room. Clean and sparse. Suitable for someone who spent very little time there. She turned her attention to him. Tall and dark, with bold, crisp features. His hands splotched with cyan and yellow ink from the press. “Is um…is this a bad time?” “Nah,” he said, shaking his head. “I was just going to take a shower, then go down for a nap.” He waved a hand in her direction. “Soooo, who are you supposed to be?” “I'm a Christmas elf,” she replied. “Santa's Helper.” Javon's eyes widened. “Oh. You're a lot taller than I would have expected of an elf.” “Well, we're not all size challenged artisans baking cookies in the off-season you know. Some of us are taller, and educated, and…really cute.” He laughed, his pecs jumping. “That's fair. Please forgive my ignorance of the elf community. I don't know any – aside from you.” She shrugged the bag off her shoulder and reached inside, crossing the carpet between them. “Listen, she began, “Santa knows how hard you work to be here, and how much that keeps you from having a life. So, he got you a little gift. It won't make up for having to be here over the holidays, but it might help take the edge off?” She pulled out a red envelope and handed it to him. He stared at it, his face cycling through several emotions, settling on confused. “Thanks,” he said, “that's…really sweet. I'm sorry I didn't get you anything.” Shauna smiled to herself, setting the bag on the floor. “Open it.” She wandered past him to the window. Raising the blinds she took a quick peek outside before turning and sliding up onto his desk, swinging her feet freely beneath. Javon zipped a finger under the flap and extracted the card; a red-nosed Rudolph printed on the cover. As he shook it open a white note card fluttered out. He snatched it out of the air and held it up. A sketch in black marker graced the white space. Shauna watched over his shoulder as he stared at the figures suggested by the swooping lines. He fanned the card, then turned and eased off his seat. He walked over to her, holding it up, the image upside down. His mouth curled in one corner. “This is uhhh…you and me?” She squinted at the picture. “Well…right-side up and all, but…sure.” She took it from him and snapped it on the desk. Her arms extended, fingers wedging themselves between the waist of his jeans and the warm, smooth skin of his abdomen. She reeled him in between her legs, squeezing them in hers. “Come on,” she said, thumbs separating the button and peeling the zipper. “Take a break.” Javon reached out, tracing the curl of her ear with his finger. Tilting his head, he leaned in for a kiss. Shauna planted a hand in the center of his chest, stopping his lips a hair's breadth from hers. His heartbeat pulsed through her arm and gut, thumping through her clit like a kick drum. She tapped a finger on the card beside her. He glanced down. Then back at her. She smiled. Pushed him away. She hopped off the desk, lowering her eyes to the height of his fly. Waiting. Javon nodded. In a single swoop he shoved his jeans to the floor and stepped out. The outline of his cock bulged the breathable fabric of his boxer briefs, curving down his right leg. A squeak left Shauna's throat. She reached inside and fished it out, needing both hands to hoist the shaft. It hardened in her grip, rising, reaching for its target. She pulled a few long strokes, its heat warming her hands. She had imagined what he might be hiding. But none of those dreams fell short of reality. Reluctantly she let go. Eyes fixed on her prize she slowly turned round, bending over the desk. She shuffled her feet a shoulder's width apart and casually wiggled her ass. Javon stepped up, his demeanor all business. Stroking his meat with one hand he grabbed the hem of her dress in the other and flipped it up over her butt. Her firm white cheeks glowed in the morning light. He took the waistband of her panties and rolled them down her hips and thighs, abandoning them around her calves and exposing her labia to the chill of the room. She was sopping wet. He swiped his penis along her slit, greasing it with her cream. Current bolted up her spine, raising the hairs on the back of her neck. She threw her ass toward him, anxious to be filled. But he took his time, lubing every inch to a slippery shine. Finally satisfied, he set a palm in the small of her back and wedged the tip of his cock between her folds. Slow and steady, he sank into her vagina. Shauna gasped, eyes round. Her knees buckled, fingertips clawing at the laminate as her canal expanded to accommodate the intruder. It was thicker than any dick or dildo she remembered. And she was suddenly grateful he'd been so careful to slicken up. He took shallow, steady thrusts, loosening her vice a touch each time. Short, silent breaths gave way to grunts and groans. She tried to restrain herself in case anyone still left was walking the halls. But it was a losing battle. The pressure coiling inside would soon be too much to contain. Javon curled over her. Reaching into her dress he freed her breasts from their padded sling and cupped one in each hand. He pinched her nipples between strong fingers, yoking her tits to her clit with little bolts of lightning. The heat of the moment telegraphed through her skin, flushing her ears, cheeks, and chest a robust, rosy pink. He pushed on, diving deeper into her velvet pouch. Her arms burning, Shauna lowered her elbows and forehead to the desk. Her hair shrouded her periphery, leaving the only clear view that of her lover's balls swaying back and forth between her thighs. A delightful fog rolled over her brain, occluding everything outside the aura of their bodies. “Do you want it all,” Javon whispered, his voice piercing the veil. Shauna turned her head, mouth agape. “That's not all of it?” A baritone chuckle rumbled from his chest. He straightened up, releasing her boobs for a firm hold of her waist. He eased down the throttle, slowing his rhythm. Measuring the distance. She caught his eyes for a moment, glimpsing the same lechery she felt coursing through her veins. He smiled at her. Then hilted his cock in her pussy. “Uhhh gawd.” A wave of pleasure rippled out from her core, breaking over her entire body. She couldn't gauge how big he was, but he was now twice as deep as he had been seconds ago. He gave her a moment and a few shallow dips before ramping up the pace; drawing his dick out to the barb each time before plunging back in. Shauna's ass rippled, limbs shuddering under each impact. She stretched her arms to brace herself. But her hands squeaked against the desk each time he crashed into her, jolting her forward. She began to lose control. Her pelvic muscles clenched; labia stretching around his shaft. He growled his approval. A stern smack stung her left buttock, forcing a squeal from her larynx and a shock to her sex. Another followed, echoing off the walls into her ears. Her strength failed, drooping her back and turning her legs to jelly. Javon grabbed hold of one and lifted it, bending the knee and setting it securely on the desktop. He continued to hammer away. The cords binding her orgasm began to fray. She imagined his view from behind; her sodden pink snatch vulgarly splayed for the massive dark rod plowing her gut. Words escaped her, leaving only screams and moans to communicate her desire. 8:42 am Shauna's head was swimming, her brain just mush. But she held on, wanting this ecstasy to last forever. Her hat flew off her head, landing silently on the windowsill. Long fingers raked through her hair. They gathered her curls into his fist and pulled. Her head snapped back, jaw dropped, eyelids fluttering. The cords snapped and the coil exploded. She bore down on his dick, silent and stiff, her body racked with orgasm. Her toes dug into the carpet, her raised foot flopping about over the edge of the desk. She slapped the top with her hands, translating her contractions into a frantic rhythm beat out for Javon to hear. Her juices flowed freely, seeping out past his cock and dribbling down her thighs. And through all this, he continued to fuck her. Shauna's orgasm continued in suspended animation, tweaking her muscles and prickling her skin. As snug as he fit there was now no friction. He glided in and out like a piston in a well-oiled machine. He pumped harder, faster, working to create resistance. But her pussy was a flooded mess and that wasn't going to change. He whispered something toward her ear. A question? She couldn't decipher the words. But it didn't matter. As long as he kept filling her, perpetuating this feeling, he could do whatever he wanted. She nodded as best she could. The pounding slowed and the hand holding her waist released. The slapping of skin ceased, and his penis slipped out of her vagina. The emptiness was deflating, like the air had been sucked from her lungs. She turned to look but he stopped her, pushing her head back down to the desk. She opened her mouth to demand he continue and that's when she felt it. The pressure on the dip of her anus. Her insides knotted up. Everything clenched, then released. Her rosebud relaxed, and Javon's cock surged up her ass. She held her breath, expecting pain. But there was none. Only an indescribable fullness she had never experienced before. Each time he retracted her stomach dropped. Each plunge threatened to split her at the seams. Orgasm ripped through her again, rattling her bones and sweating from every pore. The room closed in, swaddling her in a thick black heat. She screamed but heard nothing. Felt only his cock. His fingers curled over her shoulders and around her neck. He pushed and pulled her with new urgency, opposing the swing of his hips. He'd found the resistance he was seeking, and it drove him on toward ferocious climax. In her stupor, Shauna somehow regained control of her limbs. She twisted an arm behind her back and flailed at his. When he looked down, wanton lust blazing in his eyes, she willed words from her lips. “Cum in me,” she cried, breathless, desperate for his load. “Cum in my ass.” He glared at her, neck craned, jaw set. He shifted his weight, pinning her tits to the desk and raising her butt. He tried to hold out a bit longer. But she was too tight and he was too far gone. Nodding his head Javon closed his eyes and buried his throbbing cock balls deep, erupting hot semen deep in her bowels. He roared in release, his balls smashed against her pussy, rocking into the curve of her ass. The pressure lifted her foot from the floor, grinding her hip into the edge of the desktop. But she didn't care. His cum splattered inside her, capping her climax with a warm, gooey buzz. Her buttocks quaked with each spasm. She had his cock. All of it. In the moment, that was everything. 9:04 am Gradually the pumping slowed. The pressure on her back eased and the room drifted back into focus. She glimpsed herself in a mirror near the window; hair disheveled, bare breasts smushed beneath the cockled red fabric; a trembling leg coiled on the desk, panties dangling casually from her ankle. “You are so fuckin' hot,” said the voice in her ear. She cooed, not yet able to formulate words. He rested in her a moment longer, sharing her warmth. When they'd finally caught their breath Javon stood tall. Kneading his hands into the meat of her cheeks he pushed himself back, emerging from her ass with an obscene wet slurp. Empty, Shauna sighed, the void disappointing. Her rosebud gaped, then winked several times before shrinking back into place. Javon slumped against the wall near the window. Fumbling with the latch he cracked it open. December rushed in, swirling round their bodies and raising goosebumps on their skin. Shauna shivered, invigorated, the cold soothing her scalded sex. Watching her lover she smeared her cream over her pussy and along the crack of her ass. His organ flexed toward her, but Javon shook his head. Smiling, she wriggled off the desk. On wobbly legs she gathered the note card and the bag and set them on the edge of the bed. Rummaging around in the neck of her dress she tucked her tits back into her bra and plumped them into position. Javon sauntered over, her hat in one hand, soggy panties in the other. She took the cap and fit it over her head. “Can't put those back on,” she said of her underwear. “You keep them.” He nodded, draping them over the corner of the television. She shouldered the bag and looked up at him. “Did Santa get you what you wanted?” He laughed. She followed his eyes down to his semi-hard, polished rod. “I think he fucking crushed it,” he replied. Closing the gap between them he lowered his voice. “Tell me something though. Is this strictly a Christmas situation, or…are…special occasions not required.” Shauna shrugged, the corners of her mouth curling up. “Why don't you come by sometime and find out,” she offered. “You know where I live.” She gave his penis a playful nip and tug and backed out into the hallway. 9:13 am Shauna stood quietly outside Room 334, gently swaying to a tune in her head. Her fingertips tingled and her pussy hummed along to the beat, still riding the high of the last half-hour. A trickle of semen stained her inner thigh, the remainder of Javon's deposit still trapped inside. She smoothed the front of her dress and flipped the pom of the hat to the side. She was a few minutes behind schedule. But that shouldn't be critical here. Ready for more, she knocked on the door. There was a rustling inside. A few moments later the door opened on a beautiful raven-haired Japanese girl in a tight anime tee shirt and bright blue boyshorts. Seemingly surprised, the girl dropped the pencil she held in her left hand. “Hey Sachiko,” Shauna chirped. Sachiko ripped off her headphones and flashed a nervous smile. Shauna nodded inside. “Can I come in for a minute?” Sachiko glanced over at something Shauna couldn't see, then backed her slender frame away from the door. Shauna strode inside, the latch clicking shut behind her. Unlike her first two stops, this was a bit of a gamble. Their contact had been minimal, generally restricted to her RA duties. And her scouting report was incomplete. She knew Sachiko was a sophomore, and a graphic design major. She spent summers at home in Osaka. But she couldn't afford to fly back and forth for breaks, so she usually spent them on campus. Rumor was she was into women. Of this Shauna had no confirmation. But from their interactions in the dorm and Sachiko's shyness and fluster around particular friends she did have a feeling. It was risky. But that heightened the thrill. The room was warm and cozy, lit by a floor lamp and a cube on the nightstand. Fuzzy orange pillows adorned the loveseat below the window. Incense burned in a jade tray on the corner of the dresser and a thick down comforter covered the bed. Several sketchpads scattered across the desk, a collection of porcelain cats lining the shelf above. It was clearly the space of someone needing a touch of home. “Am I like…in trouble…or something?” Sachiko wondered. “No,” Shauna laughed, amused as much by her apparent discomfort as the absurdity of the question. “I mean, have you ever been in trouble? I just wanted to wish you Happy Holidays.” Sachiko blushed. Her face made several contortions before settling on a half nod and awkward smile. “Th…thank you,” she stammered. Shauna pinched her lips between her teeth. So far so good. “I like your kitties,” Shauna continued, drifting toward the shelf. She scanned for messages, photos, anything that might give her a clue. “My sister sends me a new one for my birthday every year,” Sachiko offered. “They're beautiful.” She spotted a sheet of paper with dark smudges sticking out of the pad on top of the pile. “What's this?” she asked, reaching for it. “What? Oh!” Sachiko leapt toward her, mortified. “It's nothing, I just – ” Before she could swipe the pad Shauna had the page, staring at a gorgeous unfinished graphite sketch of a sleeping woman. She lay on her side, head on a pillow, hands underneath. Bikini panties cloaked her nethers, an arm crossed her bare breasts. And her face. Well…. Her face was very familiar. Shauna smiled to herself. This might work after all. Sachiko slunk back as Shauna turned around. She studied the drawing a moment longer, impressed by the resemblance. Finally, she looked up at Sachiko. The rosy hue of her cheeks crept into her face and neck. Shauna noticed for the first time she wasn't wearing a bra. “Did you draw this?” Sachiko sighed, looking everywhere forward. “I um…. It…it's for a class.” “You did it from memory.” She rubbed her arms with her hands. “Yeah. It just…works that way.” “It's amazing.” Shauna returned the drawing to the desk. Sluffing off the bag she retrieved the final card. “I know you don't really celebrate Christmas,” she said, “but it can't be easy being here by yourself while everyone else is. So, I got you a gift.” The silver envelope rested in her palm while Sachiko hesitated, her name glittering in gold marker. She looked up, embarrassment clouding her eyes. Shauna smiled, extending her hand. Finally, Sachiko accepted. She zipped open the flap and removed the card. A red-nosed Rudolph blinked at her from the cover. Shauna dropped the bag on the loveseat. She clasped her hands behind her back and crossed her legs at the ankles, a flirty little swivel seizing her hips. Sachiko picked the note card from the fold and looked closely. Her fingers began to tremble. Shauna sidled up closer, tucking a lock of Sachiko's hair behind her ear. Sachiko jumped at the light touch. But her gaze remained fixed on the card. Her lips parted. No sound escaped. “If you want me to stop,” Shauna murmured, “just let me know.” She kissed Sachiko's ear lobe, rolling it between her lips before drifting to her cheek and the nape of her neck. Sachiko's tremor spread to her chest. The cards fell from her grasp. Shauna continued down, over her shoulders to the swell of her breasts. She caressed one in each palm, grazing the nipples with the soft cotton of the shirt. Sachiko tangled her fingers in Shauna's hair. They curled and flexed as Shauna descended, raising her shirt and kissing her navel. She lingered there, circling, lips skimming Sachiko's butter-smooth, unblemished skin. She smelled of cherry blossom and jasmine. Shauna filled her head with the scent, priming her for the peach she was about to unwrap. Sachiko's hushed whisper floated down from above. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.” Sinking to her haunches Shauna eyed Sachiko's sex. A small wet spot darkened the fabric between her legs. Shauna peeled the underwear down over Sachiko's ass and thighs, pooling them around her feet. Exposed to the low light was a plump, tidy pussy, closely cropped dark pubic hair gracing her mound. Shauna's lips quivered. She bowed, pressing her face between Sachiko's thighs, sopping up the heat. Sachiko moaned, easing her legs apart, welcoming Shauna's tongue between her folds. Her entire body shook, chopping her breaths between chattering teeth. Shauna probed a little deeper. Sachiko doubled over, humping Shauna's mouth. Shauna yipped with delight. She shook her head side to side, slathering Sachiko's light sweet syrup over her cheeks and chin. She dug her nails into the brunette's ass, spreading her cheeks and kneading the meat. Sachiko mauled her own breasts, stretching and twisting the characters on her shirt into impossible shapes. Buffeted by Sachiko's gyrations Shauna wobbled on the balls of her feet. It was all she could do to hold on for the ride and she found herself failing at that. Toppling to her butt she roped an arm around Sachiko's neck and pulled her ear to her dripping lips. “Sit on my face,” she hissed. Sachiko fell to her knees, straddling Shauna's chest and pinning her to the floor. On all fours she scooched forward over the blonde's shoulders until her succulent snatch hovered over her RA's gaping mouth. Shauna's tongue darted out, flicking Sachiko's swollen clit. Stifling a scream Sachiko collapsed on Shauna's kisser, squeezing her ears between her thighs and swirling her pussy over her lips. Shauna lost herself in Sachiko. Inhaling her essence. Drinking her qi. She thrilled at her lover's responses – involuntary, honest and pure. There was no pretention. Only the passion of an inexperienced girl wholly submitting to her desires. She reveled in it, lapping at Sachiko's sex from the hood of her clit to the crease of her ass. Sachiko's back arched, thrusting out her chest. Her head lolled back, eyes strafing the ceiling. She squirmed on Shauna's face, blissfully ignorant of her weight, Shauna's nose, or her need to breathe. She reached back between the Shauna's splayed legs, probing under her dress until her fingers found the blonde's honeypot and slithered inside. Strangling Sachiko's wrist in her thighs Shauna groaned into her pussy. The vibrations spurred Sachiko's building orgasm, winding her body tighter and tighter, pushing her fingers faster, deeper. The circuit closed, the feedback loop complete. Every flip of the tongue, every curl of a digit, amplified the next. Sachiko bucked and thrashed. Shauna swirled and writhed. Again and again they traded blows until suddenly Sachiko fell silent, her body rigid, muscles strained. Clutching fistfuls of Shauna's hair Sachiko spread her knees and bore down, smashing her quaking pussy into Shauna's lips and gushing slippery, viscous cum all over her face. Racked with spasms she hunched over Shauna's head, wave after crashing wave of orgasm pummeling her sex. 9:38 am When the contractions finally slowed, Shauna worked her hands up to Sachiko's buttocks and nudged her. Spent, Sachiko rolled away, settling on her back against the foot of the bed. Shauna's chest heaved, gulping the cool dry air. Her eyes re-adjusted to the light. Reaching up she brushed the hat off her head and raked her fingers through moist matted hair. Arms flopping to the floor she sighed. That went well. She rolled her head and looked at Sachiko. The junior lay knees up, feet flat on the floor, her arms draped between her legs – the odd twitch in her muscles interrupting her stillness. Shauna willed herself up and crawled over. Finding her eyes shut she pressed in close and planted a tender kiss on her forehead. Sachiko smiled. “Merry Christmas,” Shauna whispered. Sachiko nodded, radiant from her orgasm. Shauna stroked her ear. “If you want me to model for you sometime,” she added, “give me a call.” She gathered her things and prepared to leave. As she passed the mirror on the closet door she stopped to look. Her face and neck glistened, glazed with Sachiko's juices. She tossed the hat in her hand, raising it to wipe herself clean. But she didn't. She decided instead she liked the way it looked. And she'd wear it a little longer. Pursing her lips, she slipped out of Sachiko's room. Light as a feather she skipped down the hall toward her room. She slowed passing Javon's door, wondering if he was already asleep. Her phone chimed in the bag, interrupting her curiosity. Retrieving it she scanned the screen and frowned. Two texts and a missed call. All from her brother. “Hey Josh,” she answered. “Yo, where the hell have you been?” There was an urgency in his tone. “I've been calling you. I'm out front, let's go!” She frowned. “Wait, what time is it?” “Quarter to ten. I told you I'd be here at 9:30, remember?” She thought for a minute, then rolled her eyes, realizing what went wrong. “Fuck,” she spat. “I thought you meant 9:30 your time.” “So you're not ready?” “No, I packed last night. I'll be right down.” Hanging up she shook her head. How did she make that mistake? She thought she'd have an hour to shower and clean up, but now they were running late. No time for any of that. Swiping the key card from her sock she popped into her room and tossed the gift bag on the bed. Snagging her backpack and navy peacoat from the closet she dashed back out headed for the lobby. 9:52 am Shauna flung open the passenger door of the coupe and tumbled inside, stuffing the backpack between her feet as she settled in the seat. Her teeth chattered from their brief exposure to the cold. Rubbing her hands together near the warm air vent she looked over at her brother behind the wheel. He stared at her, forehead crinkled, a mix of confusion and amusement scrawled across his lips. “What,” she said, staring back. He glanced down at her bare thighs – the coat just covering her lap – then back at her scowl. “Nice touch,” he replied, pointing to the bright red pileus cap. “Thanks,” she quipped, flashing a smile. “But you know it's snowing, right?” She flipped him the bird. He shrugged. “You're going to get Uncle Leo in trouble today.” Shauna tried to stifle her laugh. “Just drive Josh.” He put the car in gear and pulled away from the curb. “Unlike you,” he said, “I got an early start. So I'm going to get some coffee. Did you eat already?” “Yup,” she nodded. “Several times.” Josh's eyes narrowed, but he said nothing. At the next light he made a left and turned into the coffee shop drive-thru. Waiting in line behind a pick-up he turned to his sister. “Are you okay?” he asked. “You look a little…weird.” Shauna checked herself in the side mirror. She could taste Ty's spunk on her tongue; feel Javon's cum in her ass and Sachiko's pussy all over her face. A shiver buzzed her clit. She reclined the seat several notches and sighed, beaming at the ceiling. “Yeah,” she said softly. “I'm just…filled with Christmas spirit.” Quietly she shoved her hands beneath her legs to keep from touching herself for the remainder of the trip. By TheSleepingKing for Literotica

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If there is one thing we learn about King Graham in this King's Quest adventure is that his Queen, Valanice, is so hot that even the faerie folk are jealous of her. That's a serious smoke show. Uhhh anyway welcome back to King's Quest! Our Socials Follow us at patreon.com/pixellitpod and hop into our Discord! Blue Sky: https://bsky.app/profile/pixellitpod.com Instagram: https://instagram.com/pixellitpod

Fun show today, we did Am I Wrong today and talked to Brenda on why she was on Am I Wrong, Bryans Bonehead Bulletin was mind boggling, Nat played a game Kelly likes to call Tough Tones which Nat did pretty good at, and todays Maybe Its Just Me was kind of a flop.

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SPOOKY Season has officially started and goddam are there plenty of things to be scared of! That's why I had to bring back the EPIC Mini-Series "Halloween Havok" for 2024! Part 4: "Beat It Purple" ft. bro to the show, Wrestler Supa Nitro!! 2 of the biggest Music Icons to ever exist who are unfortunately no longer with us could have given us the FIGHT of this and the next century! Just think about it!! That's why I had to tag in my friend who's a wrestler, Bro to the Show: Supa Nitro!!! In this fantasy match-up, who's drawing first blood? Who's got who running interference to hee-hee or UHHH their way to victory?? WOULD THESE 2 HAVE EVEN SCRAPPED LIKE THAT OR JUST DO A WHOLE LOTTA SLAP BOXING AND HAIR PULLING??? Who would have ended having whose butt and making it theirs (pause) AND MORE on "Beat It Purple" - EP 125 of AhhFuGGiT ft. Supa Nitro!! GO SUPA OR GO HOME!! FOLLOW/SUPPORT/CONTACT SUPA NITRO!!!: BOOKINGS: darealsupanitro@gmail.com MERCH: https://www.prowrestlingtees.com/supanitro https://www.instagram.com/thereal_supanitro/ https://twitter.com/supanitro https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC2Wd2i3GLOFcYPVYl6x7xcg LIKE | RATE | COMMENT | FOLLOW | SUBSCRIBE https://www.youtube.com/whodissis1 https://www.twitch.tv/whodissis1 https://www.instagram.com/whodissis1 https://www.instagram.com/whodissbeenwatching https://www.instagram.com/ahhfuggit https://www.tiktok.com/@whodissis1 https://twitter.com/whodissis1 MORE AUDIO VERSIONS OF AhhFuGGiT: https://linktr.ee/whodissis https://soundcloud.com/whodissis1 https://open.spotify.com/show/6hyS2l2KdQDkX5rfNH5AIp https://podcasts.apple.com/ca/podcast/ahhf…it/id1084220877

HEY!!! Chris is in Vegas with Chandler and Chunga!!! The Golden Knights played The Utah Hockey Club!!! Chandler and Chris went to the game! Did Chunga go to? Uhhh...No... He had to go to the dentist AGAIN!!!!!Hurricane Helene has come and gone. LOTS of Ronin we're impacted by this massive storm. If you were, and need assistance from your Ronin family, PLEASE let us know!!! We're here to help!!!REMEMBER, this Saturday is the "Radio Ronin Spook Alley Social"!!!! We hope you join us!!! Listen for details!!!!Another Hollywood legend has passed away, and for some, this one really stings!!!Many of you have asked Chunga about the "Green Day / Oakland A's / Las Vegas Issue". The Ronin will give you their take!!Gregg has another Halloween movie shout-out AND.... It's time for YOUR really stupid news!!! Listen NOW!It's on www.radioronin.com and everywhere you get your podcasts!!

HEY!!! Chris is in Vegas with Chandler and Chunga!!! The Golden Knights played The Utah Hockey Club!!! Chandler and Chris went to the game! Did Chunga go to? Uhhh...No... He had to go to the dentist AGAIN!!!!!Hurricane Helene has come and gone. LOTS of Ronin we're impacted by this massive storm. If you were, and need assistance from your Ronin family, PLEASE let us know!!! We're here to help!!!REMEMBER, this Saturday is the "Radio Ronin Spook Alley Social"!!!! We hope you join us!!! Listen for details!!!!Another Hollywood legend has passed away, and for some, this one really stings!!!Many of you have asked Chunga about the "Green Day / Oakland A's / Las Vegas Issue". The Ronin will give you their take!!Gregg has another Halloween movie shout-out AND.... It's time for YOUR really stupid news!!! Listen NOW!It's on www.radioronin.com and everywhere you get your podcasts!!

Willard and Dibs react to longtime NFL linebacker Kirk Morrison saying that he needs to see more from Brock Purdy statistically. Uhhh, what? Didn't he have the best statistical season of any QB last season?

Think Gilded Age hair is super 19th century? Uhhh - think again! The hairstyling practices and salon culture that we've come to know today draw major inspiration from the American salons of the Gilded Age (which of course drew inspiration from the French salons across the pond…vive la France)! What mysteries are hiding underneath the pompadour poofs of Gilded Age hair? Well wonder no more, because we've got a brilliant guest for you today to break it all down - Elizabeth Block! It's giving history of hairdressing, Encyclopedia Beau-tannica vibes. Elizabeth Block, is an art historian and a Senior Editor in the Publications and Editorial Department at The Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York. She holds a PhD in art history from The Graduate Center at the City University of New York, and a Masters in American Studies from Columbia University. She is the author of “Dressing Up: The Women Who Influenced French Fashion” and her new book “Beyond Vanity: The History and Power of Hairdressing” came out September 10th! Elizabeth Block is on Instagram @elizabethlblock and on TikTok at @elizabethblock_author Follow us on Instagram @CuriousWithJVN to learn more about the products from this episode, or head to JonathanVanNess.com for the transcript. Jonathan is on Instagram @JVN. Find books from Getting Curious and Pretty Curious guests at bookshop.org/shop/curiouswithjvn. Our senior producers are Chris McClure. Our editor & engineer is Nathanael McClure. Our theme music is also composed by Nathanael McClure. Production support from Julie Carrillo, Anne Currie, and Chad Hall. Curious about bringing your brand to life on the show? Email podcastadsales@sonymusic.com. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Think Gilded Age hair is super 19th century? Uhhh - think again! The hairstyling practices and salon culture that we've come to know today draw major inspiration from the American salons of the Gilded Age (which of course drew inspiration from the French salons across the pond…vive la France)! What mysteries are hiding underneath the pompadour poofs of Gilded Age hair? Well wonder no more, because we've got a brilliant guest for you today to break it all down - Elizabeth Block! It's giving history of hairdressing, Encyclopedia Beau-tannica vibes. Elizabeth Block, is an art historian and a Senior Editor in the Publications and Editorial Department at The Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York. She holds a PhD in art history from The Graduate Center at the City University of New York, and a Masters in American Studies from Columbia University. She is the author of “Dressing Up: The Women Who Influenced French Fashion” and her new book “Beyond Vanity: The History and Power of Hairdressing” came out September 10th! Elizabeth Block is on Instagram @elizabethlblock and on TikTok at @elizabethlblock_author Follow us on Instagram @CuriousWithJVN to learn more about the products from this episode, or head to JonathanVanNess.com for the transcript. Jonathan is on Instagram @JVN. Find books from Getting Curious and Pretty Curious guests at bookshop.org/shop/curiouswithjvn. Our senior producers are Chris McClure. Our editor & engineer is Nathanael McClure. Our theme music is also composed by Nathanael McClure. Production support from Julie Carrillo, Anne Currie, and Chad Hall. Curious about bringing your brand to life on the show? Email podcastadsales@sonymusic.com. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

☆ SOLID SOUND / @solidsoundfm ☆ New Music Radio Show ☆ The atmosphere buzzes with excitement as the tunes amp up a notch to destination chaos. Listeners, new and established relish at the delights, their faces painted in joy as the music is unleashed. Yes it's another Solid Sound new music radio show, exclusive to Toxic Sickness and broadcast on Dublin South 93.9FM on Tuesday 18th June. Full track listing ----------------------------------------------------------------------- E-freq X Tommy The Cat - Kosmisch Nummer Drie [ UTTU ] Yumeo - Hybristophilia INVT - Ayo Dj (feat. Dj Teck Turna) Cement Tea - The Moommy µ-Ziq - Manscape Law & Kola Nut - Somewhere New Vip Outrage - No Responsibilities [ Function ] Thanatophobia - Phobos [ Darkstep Implantant ] Blockdata & Tooms - The Breaker [ Industrial Strength ] Botnet - No Escape [ Danger Chamber Digital ] Code 906 - Riot Of Violence En:vy - After Clock [ Critical ] En:vy - R2D2 [ Critical ] Drs & Enei - Count To Ten 2024 Trakker - Cold Sweats [ The Sauce ] Sensimo - Uac [ Future Sickness ] Visceral - Black Death [ Darkstep Implantant ] Zerberuz - I Got The Key (2024 Vip) [ Prototypes ] Wolf Head - Jesus Christ In The Flesh Business Techno Institute - Cha Cha Slide (worlds most dangerous remix (bad version export)) Mokushi - Laina Pred Bloka Formek & Freddie B - Succession [ Mokum ] Painbringer - Underground Bastard (ferra & Greensequence Remix) [ Rave Instinct ] Daed - Mosaic Decay Mizter Bonezz - Torment [ Popol-Vuh ] Fearless Mates & Breakstyle - Face Off [ Darkside Unleashed ] Himeko Katagiri - Adventure Awaits! Nanostorm - The Ecstasy Of Spring [ Third Movement ] Psiko - Fast Track (Hell Yeah) Exnoiz Vs Iroha - Iroha - Abys4l [ Lost Frog ] arcade trauma - Uhhh, What Is A Break Core arcade trauma - Ya Bastads Himeko Katagiri - Everybody Move Everybody Get Hurt Exnoiz Vs Iroha - Exnoiz - It Really Exists Or Not [ Lost Frog ] WⱯꓥƎ - アーメン症 [ Lost Frog ]

In the first hour of today's show, we break down the exit from Copa America for the US Men's National soccer team. Michael Harris puts out a cryptic tweet - could this be about his health?

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Willard and Dibs react to the situation between Bryce Harper and Kyle Harrison that led to the benches clearing (albeit calmly) on Wednesday. Harper after the game said he wasn't that mad and that he just wanted Harrison to throw it over the plate. Uhhh, what?

Willard and Dibs react to Tim Kurkjian saying that Giants third baseman Matt Chapman is a collision hitter, meaning that he essentially swings one way, regardless of pitch type or location. Uhhh, what?!?

This week I am joined by comedian Zac Gish. We talk about his childhood shenanigan's, going to a smaller school to play college football, leaving football to chase comedy, a CRAZY strategy to get stage time, how he got to New York, and more.GREAT EX Drinking Buddy stories this week; Zac tells us the story about the "golf cart bandits", getting arrested a few times, dealing drugs to make ends meat, the Indy 500 Snake Pit, and so much more.Follow Zac on Instagram and check out his podcast "Uhhh with Zac"Find everything for me on LINKTREE

Today we talk about Anya Coraz--no wait, we already talked about her. Uhhh... we talk about adapting panel comics to infinite scroll formats and... stuff we've read.... Today's mentioned & relevant media: -Lore Olympus webtoon / graphic novel -Check, Please! webtoon / website / graphic novel -Avatar: The Last Airbender - The Promise webtoon / graphic novel -Lumberjanes 10th anniversary Kickstarter (Ends 9 May 2024, 11am PST) -Webtoon contract criticism -Starman (1994) -Dead Boy Detectives omnibus -Nightwing (2016) #113 preview -Bunt! Thanks to Victoria Watkins for our icon! Support Capes and Japes by: Checking out our Patreon or donating to the Tip jar Find out more on the Capes and Japes website.

Uhhh did you guys see what happened to that Gorilla baby? Ehhh don't dwell on it, we gotta talk about Tarzan (1999) with Case from Another Pass and Men of Steel! We swing into a Disney classic and our own personal movie biases to unpack everything from serial adaptation techniques and the 2010s era headcannons this movie shaped.Where to find Case:Another Pass Podcast: https://www.certainpov.com/another-pass-podcastMen of Steel Podcast: https://www.certainpov.com/men-of-steelYouTube: https://youtube.com/channel/UCOVt-vtlMhSeHgwmOuG8bDwTwitter: @caseaikenContact the Podmoviestruckpod@gmail.comwww.moviestruck.transistor.fmPatreon: https://www.patreon.com/moviestruckDiscord: https://discord.gg/cT2vm3KdeSBlueSky: @moviestruck.bsky.socialTheme by Prod. DomSoundcloudThank you to our $10 Patrons!Sarai Thompson, Zas, Madilyn Dyche, Ethan Stine, Jim8333, Jacob Hunt, Azraq Shinji, Case Aiken, Ebony Voigt, AnOptimist, Lairde Ray, the Norwegian one, Travis Poe, William Warren, Stag Hart (Deer Deer), Rusty_Fork, Mura Purcell, insomnite, Link Brenton, Nathan Dunlap, DaddySwan, Jason S. ★ Support this podcast on Patreon ★

Watch this weeks episode on YouTube & make sure you're subscribed to our channel! https://youtu.be/mB19YD4sRws ALSO- Other homework from this episode......... Here's the commercial we talk about at the end of the episode, you've got to watch the visual hahhahahhahhahahhahahhaha. https://youtu.be/DIIU2JvoMX4?si=sgzwU5ugQqqRzcjw Writing this to you from Roger's bed in Nashville, TN. I can go into detail about what Roger's bed is next week on the podecast, if you'd like. Please leave a comment on the video with "I'd like to hear more about Roger's bed" This week's episode is fun, fast paced and somewhat ageist. Enjoy! Also, the episode name "creamy white" doesn't have to do with anything c UHHH m related PS- If you want to support the podcast, please check out our Patreon! We post extra content on there & it's a direct way to support this grassroots movement podecast as we don't have any ad partners, just ads on YouTube. www.patreon.com/slopcity XO ALL HAIL PUCINA RAAAAAAANCHHH

Welcome to episode 249 of the CloudPod Podcast – where the forecast is always cloudy! This week, Justin and Ryan put on their scuba suits and dive into the latest cloud news, from Google Gemini’s “woke” woes, to Azure VMware Solution innovations, and some humorous takes on Reddit and Google’s unexpected collaboration. Join the conversation on AI, storage solutions, and more this week in the Cloud! Titles we almost went with this week: Gemini Has Gone Woke? Uhhh…ok.  A big thanks to this week's sponsor: We're sponsorless this week! Interested in sponsoring us and having access to a specialized and targeted market? We'd love to talk to you. Send us an email or hit us up on our Slack Channel.  General News  01:48 DigitalOcean beats expectations under the helm of new CEO Paddy Srinivasan Quick earnings chat. Digital Ocean, under their new CEO Paddy Srinivasan reported earnings of 44 centers per share, well ahead of Wall Street’s target of 37 cents per share.  Revenue growth was a little sluggish at 11% more than a year earlier, but the companies 181 million in reported sales still beat analysts expectations.  Full year revenue was 693M for the year.  We’re really glad to see the business is still going, and instead of going back on-premise, we think it’s a viable option for many workloads so don't sleep on them. 02:46  Ryan – “I like that, you know, while they are very focused on, you know, traditional compute workloads, you can still see them. Dip in their toes into managed services and, and, um, their interaction with the community and documentation of how to do things. I think it’s really impactful.” 03:34 VMware moves to quell concern over rapid series of recent license changes   As we have reported multiple times on the VMWARE shellacking they are doing to the customers, Vmware has released a blog post trying to convince you that they’re **not** screwing you.  Broadcom has realigned operations around VMWare Cloud Foundation private cloud portfolio and data center-focused VMWare Vsphere suite, and no longer sells discrete products such as vSphere hypervisor, vSAN virtual storage and NSX network storage virtualization software.   They also are eliminating perpetual licensing in favor of subscription-only pricing, with VCF users getting vSAN, NSX and the Aria Management and orchestration components bundled whether you want them or not.  Broadcom says this is about focusing on best-of-breed silos, and not disparate products without an integrated experience. 

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5 - Drive @ 5 - Nikki's going all the way to the convention! All these open primaries are primed for me to win! So, what you're saying is that you need Democrats to vote for you in order to have a real chance. So why is she still in the race? Her people want to get paid, milk that cash cow that is a presidential campaign!  510 - Fani Willis is shot. Her whole case will crumble down in her boo-thang's divorce proceedings, even WaPo is conceding that fact. 515 - Will Biden federalize the National Guard to take down wire in an election year? Rich details why it would be incredibly stupid for Biden to do that, but this administration is incredibly stupid so they might.  520 - Well you know uh you know uh well uh checks and balances you know uh…. 525 - Some audio clips to round out the Drive. 540 - Taking your calls regarding the border and razor wire. Rachel Maddow once again calls Trump a dictator. How many dictators leave office Rachel? 550 - Bed Bugs love Philly!

Season 4 finale! The festivities in Times Square may be over, but our balls don't officially drop until we've covered our Top 5 Songs of 2023! Uhhh...you know what we mean. Ring in the New Year with O3L and relive the best tunes from that bygone era of 2023. Proud members of the Pantheon Podcasts family. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

TICKETS TO OUR 2023 TOUR ARE NOW ON SALE! Soon: LA! Vancouver! San Francisco! We're off! (to the "West Coast") and so can you — this week's compilation ep is chock-full of PLANE INCIDENTS. Trust me, they're hilarious and range from #spon con gone wacky (IMAGINE DOING PAID ADVERTISING FOR SPIRIT? UHHH, NEVERMIND, CALL US!) to that time when Olivia Culpo wrote a fit that got her banned from air travel. Chic! Thanks for listening, we'll see you later this week! xoxo Call in at 619.WHO.THEM to leave questions, comments & concerns for a future episode of Who's There?. Support us and get a TON of bonus content over on Patreon.com/WhoWeekly. To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

SUBSCRIBE TO THE NEW BNC CHANNEL: https://bit.ly/45Pspyl  Ad Free & Bonus Episodes: https://bit.ly/3OEBbbj This week, Brooke and Connor break down their four B&C agreements, manifest some very powerful things, and why they want to fake their own death. Plus, they talk about things people aren't talking ENOUGH about and why aliens aren't actually that cool. NEW MERCH OUT NOW: https://shoptmgstudios.com  Join our Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/groups/5356639204457124/  If you listen on Apple Podcasts, go to: https://apple.co/bandc  Control Body Odor ANYWHERE with @lumedeodorant and get $5 off off your Starter Pack (that's over 40% off) with promo code BANDC at https://lumepodcast.com! #lumepod  Go to https://Prose.com/bandc for your FREE in-depth hair consultation and 15% off. Grab your Liquid I.V. in bulk nationwide at Costco or you can get 20% off when you go to https://liquidiv.com and use code BANDC at checkout. Tinder. It starts with a Swipe. Download Tinder today. B+C IG: https://www.instagram.com/bncmap/ B+C Twitter: https://twitter.com/bncmap TMG Studios YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/tinymeatgang TMG Studios IG: https://www.instagram.com/realtmgstudios/ TMG Studios Twitter: https://twitter.com/realtmgstudios BROOKE https://www.instagram.com/brookeaverick https://twitter.com/ladyefron https://www.tiktok.com/@ladyefron  CONNOR https://www.instagram.com/fibula/ https://twitter.com/fibulaa https://www.tiktok.com/@fibulaa Hosted by Brooke Averick & Connor Wood, Created by TMG Studios, Brooke Averick & Connor Wood, and Produced by TMG Studios, Brooke Averick & Connor Wood. 0:00 Uhhh what? 0:36 Intro 1:10 Going 0 - F45 3:18 Things B&C Agree On 5:34 The Four Agreements 7:10 Remember To Be Grateful 8:15 Connor's Cyclist Community Discourse 11:09 Lume  13:45 Scary Online Communities  15:17 The Instagram Backstory 17:00 Connor's Lethal Spicy Marg 19:24 The Hangover Cure 20:50 Hydrate or Diedrate 24:03 Brooke's Billboard Realization 26:18 Prose 28:25 Brooke's Conan Experience 30:38 Taking Time To Manifest  34:25 Our New Bits 36:04 Reverse Ethical Clout Chasing 38:54 We Are Ed Heads 39:35 Liquid IV 42:52 We Don't Tolerate Ed Slander 45:09 More Manifesting 46:50 We Can't Be Put In A Box 48:46 Pirates Vs Roman Empire 51:55 Tinder 53:19 Getting Matching Tattoos 54:14 The Female Version of the Roman Empire 55:29 Jonathan Larson Lore  57:50 Faking Our Deaths 59:10 Things We Don't Talk Enough About… 1:01:35 Connor's Got A Frog In His Throat 1:03:09 Max's Dew Claw 1:04:43 Leaving Your To Go Order Pain 1:06:19 Playground Nightmares 1:07:41 Learning About The Panama Papers!! 1:09:00 Revisiting Wet Goddess 1:11:05 What's Up With The Tik Tok Shop 1:12:43 Brooke's Brother's Presentation 1:14:00 Mexico Finds Aliens 1:17:37 See You In Bonus!!!