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In this chilling episode, Uncle Josh brings you the very best of true scary ghost stories—real encounters with spirits, haunted houses, and unexplained phenomena that defy logic. From shadowy figures lurking at the foot of the bed to eerie voices echoing through empty rooms, these terrifying tales come straight from those who lived them. Whether you're a skeptic or a true believer, these stories will make you question what really happens when the lights go out. Turn off the lights, put on your headphones, and prepare for a night of ghostly terror.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/uncle-joshs-true-scary-stories--1977911/support.

Josh Winters The RV Nerd   Josh Winters is part of the Bish's family Of RV Dealers across the country. This is from Josh's YouTube page and sums up what he does nicely. Hey everyone! I'm Josh the RV Nerd and welcome to Bish's RV! I began my journey into the world of RV'ing in 2009 when I began working for my family's business at Haylett RV. There I learned a great deal, started this channel, and began showcasing RV Reviews, Tips, Insights, and News into the world of RVing and the Industry in General. Our family made the choice to join with the team at Bish's RV at the end of 2021 & are now able to bring you expanded coverage and information on nearly every RV brand out there while continuing to bring you those tips, insights, and industry news & happenings! So if you would like to learn more about RVs of all shapes and sizes from some midwestern dadbod dude cracking dad-jokes all day, then you're in the right place! So take care, stay safe, have fun, and Happy Camping everyone! -Uncle Josh, the RV Nerd   And here is what we learned from the show.  Josh has a High Level of energy as he brings you information all about RV's and it was no different during the show. Check out his YouTube channel. Trust me, it is worth it!

Welcome to The Garden Party! A weekly Podcast About All Things Gardening! Hosted by @TexasGardenGuy https://beacons.ai/texasgardenguy Phil D'Angelis @Philsfigs https://philsfigs.com/ Deserae Lindsley @GardeningwithDezz https://linktr.ee/GardeningwithDez?utm_source=linktree_profile_share --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/thegardenpartypodcast/support

CLICK HERE! To send us a message! Ask us a Question or just let us know what you think!What if a simple visit to an antique store could ignite an unexpected passion? During a rainy day adventure, we uncovered the captivating world of phonographs, transforming a chance encounter with a Victrola 11 into an exhilarating hobby. Join us as we explore this newfound obsession, alongside insights from seasoned collector-dealer Wyatt Marcus and the New Jersey-based duo, Joe and Tracy. Together, we'll uncover the allure of these vintage marvels and the magical community that surrounds them.Our journey through the phonograph landscape is one filled with romance, restoration, and the rediscovery of early 20th-century life. Experience the joy of bringing forgotten machines back to life, with Tracy's meticulous focus on reproducers and Joe's passion for mechanical repairs. From navigating auctions for the perfect Edison Standard to the camaraderie of FaceTime repairs with fellow enthusiasts like Wyatt, our adventure is as much about the people as it is the machines themselves.Let us transport you to the Edison National Historic Site, where Edison's legacy comes alive, not just in technology but in the stories told through the records we play. Embrace the charm of Uncle Josh records, and find yourself captivated by the histories each disc holds. Whether you're a seasoned collector or a curious newcomer, this episode promises a heartfelt exploration into a world where history, technology, and community collide in the most enchanting ways.

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

Been awhile since we had on our crazy uncle on, Josh Yelverton, 10th Planet Balck Belt under Sean Applegate. I feel like since we first had on Uncle Josh, he's grown a lot, gotten to a better place in life and found new forms of happiness and he gets into all of that on this episode, talks about how 2020 really change a lot of things in his life, we examine how special and talented Sean Applegate is, we review Chase Hannah's gaming channel, we talk about how pure and sweet of a pure Justin Ramer is, how Ryan Aiken might be a hooligan but pails in comparison to how truly rotten Elijah Carlton truly is and how we can never have him and Ryan on together, and we speak on the up coming PGF WORLDS and how Brandon McCaghren is going to change the game for Jiu-Jitsu athletes.Follow him on Instagram:@yelvo10pFollow us on Instagram:@somepeoplesuckpod@thisisthehomie@_hylty