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The Time Riders: Part 6 An Orgy In Imperial Rome. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Another Time Excursion. "How's your head?" Becky asked as they walked down the hallway, gazing in wonder at the ornate mosaic that covered the floor and stretched ahead of them. The walls, no doubt made of brick, were covered in plaster, upon which colorful (and often erotic) frescoes were painted. While the clothing she was wearing in theory resembled the stola and other clothes worn by Roman women, hers was considerably abbreviated, if not downright scandalous. The white garment hung off her sensual curves, spilling away from her voluptuous tits, which could be seen through the mostly diaphanous material. Gold bracelets and bangles adorned her arms and a thin gold chain with tiny jewels sat on her ankle. She was wearing her golden-blonde hair up atop her head, but playful wisps and curls hung down in places, giving it a sassy and almost playful look. A gold-colored belt cinched in at her tiny waist, making her bust look even bigger. Mark grimaced and lightly thumped the heel of his palm against the side of his head, as if trying to jar his brain loose. "It kinda hurts, to be honest, like a buzzing headache," he muttered, waiting for his eye to stop twitching. "Who'd have thought getting advanced cybernetics installed in your noggin would hurt?" "Oh, come now, you're hardly Steve Austin," Becky chided, smiling at his outfit while they walked. "It was just a little bio-chip installed into your Broca's area to help you get by quickly with the whole language thing." "Well, if Latin is supposed to sound like the white noise on a grandpa TV combined with a mosquito buzzing in your ear, then it's working," Mark groused, wiggling his jaw to see if opening up his ear canals helped at all in getting rid of this unwelcome phenomenon. "How long did they say it usually lasted?" "Just an hour," Becky replied, stopping and fiddling with Mark's tunic, adjusting it to show off his handsome physique to best effect. The simple leather belt hung loosely on his small waist, more for contrast than anything. He was wearing very simple sandals on his feet. She hadn't had to do very much to his dark hair to achieve the look she wanted, merely tousling it after rubbing in a little olive oil, making it wavy and pleasing to look at. "Should stop any time now." And as if acceding to the lovely woman's request, the buzzing and throbbing stopped suddenly. Mark's eyes widened slightly at the sudden quiet inside his cranial grape. Becky saw his expression change and smiled, knowing what had happened. "Hmm," she purred, tracing a finger down his form and over his cock beneath his period clothes. "Estne volumen in tunica, an solum tibi libet me videre?" Mark grinned, understanding what she had said. "Ego sum laetus video vidi te!" he replied readily. "Well, I know you're happy to see these;” Becky whispered, leaning close and using a finger to tug down the edge of her barely-there clothing and exposing her tit to him, the pink nipples begging for his attention. "But;” she said, replacing the clothing and standing up again, "; we're here to take part in a Roman orgy, so we'd best get moving now that you're feeling better." Mark exhaled, composing himself after her tease, and nodded. "All right. So what's the drill again?" "Your name is Bonosus," Becky instructed, touching up his outfit again. "You're a slave from Spain, meaning that you have no rights. But don't worry, I own you, and I am very specific about who can do what with you." "So, no guy is gonna try and fuck me in the ass, right?" Mark asked somewhat nervously, smiling. Becky smiled: "Pity you won't try it, you might like it. However, no, I'll simply explain that you're off-limits to men, because you're being saved for my uncle, who is away on the German border. Me, I'm a patrician woman, visiting Rome, and I'm looking for a good time. My name is Aurora. If you really need my attention and are worried about speaking in Latin, we'll speak in English, quietly. Got it?" "Okay, what should I expect?" he queried. "I did a little research, looking for who had a reputation for throwing orgies and parties that tended to bring out the morals police," she answered, adjusting her own outfit now. Neither of them was wearing undergarments, and if the light caught the bottom portion of her so-called dress just right, Mark could see her cunt. "This villa is far enough on the outskirts of Rome that we're very unlikely to get a visit." She leaned back against the wall, smiling saucily as she drew him into her, their pelvises pressing together as she looked up at him. "So we're going to go in there, and fuck, and fuck, and fuck, with anyone and everyone we choose," she whispered in his ear. "Fuck every single girl that catches your fancy, Mark. Those anacept pills we took will cover us against all known transmitted diseases for a week, and they make us temporarily infertile. No consequences. And the tiny tabs on our skin will keep our libidos from flagging for a whole day." "That sounds great," he agreed, his eyes glinting with excitement. "Really great." "Mark, I am going to behave like I haven't since my wildest nights in college," Becky said softly, reaching up and running her fingers through his hair as she looked up into his eyes. He could feel her breathing getting heavy. She was really turned on by what they were about to do. "Are you sure you're prepared to see me like that?" Mark nodded: "I don't own you, Becks. We're time travel partners, and damned good ones. It's not like we're in love. Do what you like, I promise, it's fine." "Hmm, just when I thought you couldn't get more attractive;” she purred, pulling him in for a deep kiss while they leaned against the wall. She broke the kiss and looked up at him. "Do' you remember where all our supplies are, in case things happen to go south?" Mark nodded again. "Back in the little vestibule near the servants' rooms. I remember. Now let's do this; Mistress Aurora." "God, I could get used to hearing that," Becky sighed, shivering as she straightened up and prepared herself. "Remember; lots of drinking, eating, music, dancing and fucking. Do whatever the Hell feels good tonight, Mark, this is a real Roman orgy." She took him by the hand and smiled wickedly. "Now let's go get 'em, tiger;” Mark was laughing and drinking wine from a silver goblet, while watching a group of slave girls dance in the middle of the floor. The girls, who were clearly from all around the Empire, were whirling and cavorting about while drums and cymbals clashed out a rhythmic beat for them to follow. They wore sheer material draping down from their waists between their legs, and nothing else. Their tits bounced and jiggled about as they twirled about one another, letting out sensuous calls on occasion. The hosts of the day's festivities, a patrician man named Flavius and his lovely wife Pompeneia, were very wealthy, and they owned over five hundred slaves, spread out among three separate properties spaced around the capital. Mark had even heard tell that they owned land in Egypt and Byzantium. Wealthy indeed. There were nearly fifty proper guests, excluding slaves and attendants, so the place was fairly bustling with people. Patricians, plebeians, freedmen, freedwomen and slaves, all were to enjoy themselves tonight. And all at the request of the guest of honor, the stunning Aurora of the fabled Horatius family. Mark pried his eyes away from the dancing girls long enough to look around for his 'mistress'. He finally espied her, lying stretched out on a lectus, along with their hostess, Pompeneia, hungrily swallowing one another's tongue while they groped each other. Against all odds, 'Aurora' still had her clothes on, although only barely. Mistress Horatia Aurora had, as guest of honor, requested that in the name of the goddess Feronia, that the slaves be allowed to celebrate tonight as well, free of consequence, as long as they also performed their assigned duties. If not actively seeing to an assignment, they were allowed to sit, although they had to accede their seat to anyone of a higher station who needed it. They would also still oblige guests who wished to be serviced by the slave in question, and the Flavius household's slaves were all available to anyone who attended. Mark looked back at the dance now, seeing that it was winding down, with the girls letting out calls that there supposed to represent cranes or herons crying out for mates. That was an invitation for anyone inclined to come and take them once the dance had ended. They all fell still in various poses as the drums and cymbals stopped and the room erupted in applause and cheers for their efforts. Mark smiled as one bronze-skinned beauty on the floor caught his eye. As the dancers dispersed into the crowd, she slowly walked over to him, her deep hazel eyes liquid with passion. Mark greeted her with a cup of wine, offering it to her. "I thank you," she said in a heavy accent, her Latin speech seeming formal. "Tonight is a special night indeed, is it not?" Mark paused for a half second as the tiny chip in his brain listened to what she was saying and translated it for him. Weirder still, it translated what she was saying in her voice, but in English. Her English voice sounded quite amazing to him, and he felt a stirring in his loins as he gazed at her body. He thought of how to respond, the translation coming to him readily, in his voice, so that he knew how to sound when he said it. This technology blew his mind, somewhat literally. "Yeah," he replied in Latin, nodding as he clinked his silver goblet against hers. "I am enjoying it. You dance very well." "I have to," she replied, using two hands to bring the goblet up to her lips and sipping from it, as if she'd never had wine before. Hell, maybe she hadn't for all he knew. "If a dancer does not dance well in the Flavius household, demotion to some other task, probably much more horrible, awaits them. I need to be a good dancer, if I am to keep my coveted position." "I'm sure your masters have many coveted positions where you're concerned," Mark quipped, smirking. The girl blushed and giggled, taking another sip of her wine and looked at him. "You are slave to the Mistress Aurora, yes?" Mark nodded: "I am." "What is it like to be her slave?" she asked, looking up into his eyes. Mark was the tallest person in the room, and it wasn't going unnoticed. Becky was certainly the tallest woman, but he'd heard her jest about having German barbarians in her ancestry. Everyone laughed it off, and the party continued. Mark considered for a moment before answering. "Well, I like it a lot. Sure beats the life I was living before I became her slave." "Are you her only slave?" queried the girl, clearly more than a little intrigued. She didn't seem at all bothered by the fact that every time he wasn't speaking, Mark's eyes went down to her tits. They weren't as big as Becky's by any means, but they were still very nice, her soft light brown skin capped with darker brown aureoles and pronounced nipples. "Well, no," he lied, thinking on his feet. He hadn't really expected any questions along this line and would have to tell Becky whatever he said, so they could coordinate their stories if the matter came up. "I'm not really any good at counting, but there's always a lot of us around." "What do you do for her?" Shit, better make this simple but good; he thought to himself. "I'm her personal servant. I do all the most personal and intimate things for her. I dress her, I taste her food for her, I bathe her;” "Do you fuck her?" she inquired, looking over the rim of her silver cup as she took another drink, a deeper one this time. So this was the crux question, he realized. He simply nodded, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Oh," she said in a quiet voice, as if his words were of concern for her. "Do; do her other servants fuck her?" He smirked: "None of the male ones, now that she's got me." She raised her eyebrow at his statement and took another drink. "Is that so?" Mark shook his head for a moment, as if he was remembering something. "I'm sorry, I'm being rude, I didn't ask your name." The girl made a wry face. "My name? Why would anyone ask for my name? I am a slave." Mark shrugged. "Well, so am I. Tell me your name, so I know what I'll be calling out in an hour." The girl almost choked on her wine, but recovered and looked up at him, as if assessing him. Finally she spoke: "Before I became a slave, my name was Nanu." Mark wasn't terribly surprised when the stupid chip in his head found out what the name meant. "So you're Egyptian and your name means 'pretty' or 'cute.'" She stared at him for a moment, as if trying to fathom how he could have possibly known that. "What is your mistress' name in my language?" she asked suspiciously. Mark blinked for a moment. "Khepri nebet." She moved closer to him. "What is your name, slave?" He smiled at her warmly, deciding it was time to move things along. "My name is Bonosus, Nanu, and I am the slave who is going to fuck you." Nanu smiled and reached out a hand to him. Becky panted as she rocked back and forth on her knees, pressing her face into her hostess' hairy cunt, lashing it with her tongue. Behind her, one of Pompeneia's slaves was gripping her hips and plowing his hard cock in and out of Becky, trying to keep up with her lusty pace. He wasn't nearly as large as Mark, nor was he as talented, but he would make her cum, given the environment. Becky was here to fuck in a Roman orgy, and what individual participants might lack in skill, her excitement would certainly make up for. Pompeneia moaned and gripped Becky's hair, loosening it further from its carefully piled arrangement. Becky didn't mind, though, as she expected to look fully disheveled and thoroughly fucked by the time this orgy was over. She'd had several cups of aged wine already and was feeling uninhibited, even for her. She slid two fingers inside her hostess, making her moan and churn her matronly hips while Becky took another stiff drink from her goblet. She then returned her mouth to Pompeneia's snatch, allowing rivulets of the dark wine to flow out over her engorged vulva before sucking on it hungrily, making the patrician woman gasp and groan loudly and thrash about on the lectus she was splayed on. The slave behind her pistoned his hips against her while she ground back against him, taking his cock as deep inside her as she could. She could feel him swelling and knew he was close to cumming, but she didn't mind if she didn't climax yet, because the day was young, and this orgy had barely started. There were so many people left to fuck. Besides, she could always track down her darling Mark if she needed serious attention, after all. The slave grunted and let out a low moan before he began spurting his cum inside her. Becky moaned into Pompeneia's cunt, sending her over the edge and making her cum shamelessly, her fat tits flopping about for all to see. Nobody cared, or if they did, they were delighted by it. There was no judgment at this orgy. As the slave pulled out, Becky clambered on top of Pompeneia and they kissed deeply, wrapping their arms around one another, tongues plunging. Becky finally sat up, smiling and straddling her hostess' hips. She smirked down at the Roman woman and then reached beneath herself, flexing her cunt muscles and teasing out the cum that the slave had just deposited in her. She smeared it all over Pompeneia's thatch and nether lips, before dragging her shaved twat up her lover's body, leaving a glistening and sticky trail of cum along the way. She squirmed and writhed on Pompeneia's tits, smearing them in the slave's essence while trying to get one of the nipples inside her cunt. Finally she wiggled her way up to Pompeneia's mouth, and the older woman gripped Becky's thighs and sucked on her smooth cunt hungrily, coaxing out all the cum she could from her guest. Becky smiled and reached back with one hand to finger Pompeneia's gooey cunt, bringing her to yet another climax, the fourth she'd received from Becky. The teacher had no doubt this woman would remember her very fondly. She finally clambered off Pompeneia and knelt beside her, the two of them kissing tenderly, sharing the cum from the slave between them, followed by Becky licking the residue off her lover's face. They whispered to one another before Becky stood and strutted away, knowing that Pompeneia's eyes were fixated on her glorious, toned ass. It felt good, knowing she was the object of desire for every single person in the entire household. Becky looked around in wonder, surrounded by actual Roman artwork, in a completely intact home with a glorious mosaic tile floor depicting a couple making love and then a hunting scene involving a lion. The plastered walls were painted in bright colors. The furniture, made of wood with brass fittings and comfortable cushions, was currently being put to the test as couples or groups around her fucked and made love in every conceivable position. She gazed down at the silver goblet in her hand, made of beaten silver and decorated with glass prisms and with a poem etched into its circumference. She picked up a small, sticky honey cake from a table, then took a bite from it before smiling wickedly and pressing it to her glorious tits, smearing the sticky honey all over them. As a female slave passed by, Becky took her gently by the arm and pulled her into an embrace, gently pushing her head down. The slave understood immediately and began kissing her tits, slithering her tongue around to get the gooey sweetness off Becky. The blonde woman was shivering and groaning while already smearing the honey cake against her cunt. Mark was sitting on in a low chair in a side room, holding Nanu by the waist while she bounced up and down on his lap, her arms around his shoulders and her eyes staring down into his. Her greedy cunt swallowed his cock, making her gasp and groan with each motion. Her inner muscles squeezed around him, and while Becky was definitely more skilled, and perhaps even tighter, the fact that he was actually fucking a Roman slave was an incredible thrill. She jammed her lips to his and kissed him feverishly, her fingernails raking over his back as she ground down on him, hissing and panting with lust. He found her to be incredibly exotic, and he realized that it might because he'd never met a true ethnic Egyptian before. As far as he knew, the bloodline of the ancient Egyptians had become extinct. She certainly looked exotic to him, with her deeply tan skin, hazel eyes and straight, coal-black hair. He used his strong arms to help move her up and down, almost spiking her on his cock, and her panting became a delightful yelping. There were loud cries of ecstasy from all over the house, so they paid no attention to anything else. She kissed him again before seizing up and shuddering, groaning loudly. She threw her head back and pressed her cunt down as hard as she could, cumming wildly. Mark kept pumping relentlessly, loving how her snatch clenched around him. Nanu flopped backward, her head now on the floor, arms splayed and her back arched, still pinned to Mark by his cock. Her chest rose and fell as she breathed heavily, still trembling. He smiled down at the girl, waiting for her to recover. When her eyes finally fluttered open, he took her arms and gently pulled her up to him. She almost purred and nuzzled against him, still in the throes of a sultry bliss that filled her. Nanu kissed him everywhere she could reach, including his fingertips. "You are an exquisite lover," she murmured, looking deep into his eyes and caressing his face. "No wonder your mistress needs only you for fucking." He smiled back: "I'm just happy that she doesn't mind sharing me, because I am enjoying fucking you too." She went back to kissing him gently, and was whispering things against his skin, but too softly for him to understand. She finally looked back up at him. "But you have not yet cum." Mark shook his head. "Do you fear giving me a child?" Nanu asked. He shook his head again. "Then are you barren?" "Only for this week," he quipped, grinning and enjoying her confusion at his statement. "Don't worry, I'm just conserving my strength. This orgy is a long way from over, and if I cum now, I don't know how long it will take me to recover." "Do you promise to cum in me?" Nanu asked expectantly. "I; I am just a slave, I know, but I like you, Bonosus. I want to feel your cum in me, especially if you cannot give me a child." "I think I can make that promise;” Mark replied, pulling her in for another kiss. Becky shivered as she sat on the stone bench, centered over a hole as she started to pee. She'd already cum at least six times, and she had the distinct feeling the tally would be sixty before the night was out. One woman and one man slave leaned down on either side of her and began sliding and flickering their tongues around her rock-hard nipples, making her moan in delight. She felt her legs being parted and smiled down at a freedwoman who leaned in and tongued her cunt attentively, even here in the cultus, the small, private bathroom of the Flavius family. Becky sighed and cradled the head of the woman licking her cunt, while squirming her tits against the mouths of the two slaves sucking them. The tongue of the woman between her legs sent tingles through her, and she could feel another climax building rapidly. Everything about this setting, this experience, was making her hornier and more sensitive than ever. She wrapped her arms around the necks of the man and woman sucking on her nipples and pulled them in tight, arching her back and groaning very loudly as she came, squirting into the face of the woman licking her cunt. She bucked and writhed on the seat, thankful for the anacept pills she and Mark had taken, since she'd done quite a bit of research on Roman hygiene practices. She stood finally, releasing the two slaves who were sucking on her tits, while the girl between her legs merely knelt back a little and kept her mouth pressed to Becky's cunt, massaging it with her tongue. Becky smiled down at her dreamily and winked before pulling her to her feet. They kissed deeply and then she led her out of the room, followed by the slaves. "Go and find my manservant for me," Becky instructed. "Bring him to me and I'll let him fuck you. He is a wonderful lover." The woman hurried off, while Becky found a couch and reclined, her legs spread wide. She let the male slave lap at her gooey cunt while she made out with the female. She felt so deliciously depraved in this setting, like she could let everything go and act like a harlot without consequence. Which she could. The freedwoman returned some minutes later (Becky barely remembered having sent her at this point), with Mark following. He was delightfully naked, his cock glistening with lubrication. He was holding the hand of a dark-skinned and dark-haired girl, who was clearly a slave and following behind him. The girl gaped at Becky in awe. "Hey, Becks," Mark said cheerfully in English, almost laughing as the chip in his noggin tried to translate what he was saying into Latin. "Enjoying yourself?" "Hmm, you have no idea, baby," the blonde woman purred, stretching her arms over her head so that her glorious tits thrust up toward the ceiling. "I see you've found yourself a pretty little playmate. She was one of the dancers from earlier, right?" "Yeah, I wanna see if I can somehow get all eight to fuck me at once," Mark replied, grinning. "That'll beat my record by at least a factor of; wait; you, Alexandra and her servant Lisette all at once; divided into eight;” "Don't strain yourself, Einstein," Becky said dryly. "Just suffice to say that fucking eight Roman slave-dancers at once will be more than anyone else you know will ever accomplish." "Except you, I'm betting," Mark pointed out, smirking. "Is that a challenge, young man?" Becky asked, raising her eyebrow. "What'll we wager?" he queried. He had no particular confidence that he could outfuck his Physics teacher, because she had proven to be quite a sex fiend, but he was more than willing to try, here in Imperial Rome. "Tell you what;” Becky suggested, sitting up on the couch at looking up at him, smiling lightly. "If I win, you have to let the man of my choice here in this orgy fuck you in the ass." Mark was very still, a shiver of dread going up his spine. He swallowed, waiting to hear what else she had to say. "But, if you manage to fuck more girls at one time than I take of male and female lovers at one time, I'll buy your cute little girlfriend from our host and make her ours, okay?" Mark could barely process what he was hearing. He turned his head and stared at Nanu, weighing the price of 'owning' her versus having his ass plowed by some random Roman dude. The perils of time travel. But he'd already been shot and survived, right? "You're on, Becks," he said finally. "Ya' only live once, right?" "That's the spirit," she cooed, winking at him. "Tu solum vivis unum tempus! As long as you save some of that splendid stamina and cum of yours for me. So, are you going to introduce me to your little friend?" Mark nodded and pulled the Egyptian girl forward. She seemed rather intimidated. "Becks, this is Nanu. She's Egyptian." Becky smiled kindly and patted her soft lap. Nanu let go of Mark's hand and eased herself carefully onto the blonde goddess' lap, sitting sideways. Becky put her arms around the girl's waist and looked her up and down. "Hmm, very nice, Mark;” Becky said quietly before pulling Nanu gently into her and kissing her warmly. To her credit, the slave girl did not resist at all, but melted into the kiss, moaning in pleasure. She squirmed around until she was straddling Becky, her legs hitched behind her back, and their tits squashed together. Mark stood closer and watched eagerly as their tongues tangled and they began caressing and fondling one another. Nanu shivered under Becky's divine touch, and he knew she was incredibly aroused already. Their kiss became sloppy, and they slid their tongues around one another's faces, leaving them glistening and sticky. Becky took Nanu's bottom lip in her mouth, sucking it in. The slave shivered again and let out a tiny whimper, before pulling back from the kiss and touching her fingers to the lip. She examined the fingers, noticing a trace of blood. "Yes, I bit your lip," Becky whispered to her only loud enough for Nanu and Mark to hear. "By making you bleed from our kiss, I have stated my intent to own you, Nanu. Would you like that?" Nanu's eyes widened and she nodded almost imperceptibly. "Good," Becky said, reaching between them and cupping the Egyptian girl's tit, giving it a gentle feel. "Now all my naughty little Bonosus has to do is manage to fuck all eight of you dancing girls at once in order to make that happen. You might want to help him a little;” She allowed the slave girl to stand and gave her a gentle pat on the rear. Nanu stood in front of Mark for a moment, looking up at him, and then hurried off. He then heard Becky giggling. "Goodness, Mark, how hard did you fuck her to make her fall that much in love with you already?" the blonde asked, her beautiful blue eyes glinting with mirth. Mark tried not to frown. "I didn't have to fuck her that hard, thank you. I've fucked you a lot harder on countless occasions." "And you'll have to fuck me much harder still to make me fall in love with you, handsome," she cooed, reaching out and stroking his cock gently. "It's time for my surprise. Have you put the little speaker things all around?" Mark nodded: "The switch to activate them and the music is in the little satchel we brought. I'll be ready." Becky smiled and stood up, moving close to Mark so that their bodies were pressing and his cock was nestled against her slick cunt, and already hardening from the contact. She smiled and traced a finger along his swelling cock while looking up into his eyes. "I'm glad to be here, Mark," she said softly, knowing that many sets of eyes were on them, and quite envious of them both. "But I'm mostly glad to be here sharing this with you. I couldn't have asked for a better time travel partner." They kissed tenderly for a moment before Becky pulled back and winked. "I'm gonna go get dressed; be ready for me." She scampered off, and he watched her magnificent ass wiggle away from him. He noticed he wasn't the only one staring. He wandered around and made sure that all the 'speakers' were strategically placed around the room for Becky's performance. They looked and felt like rocks, to be honest, so he had no idea how they worked. All he knew was that he'd tested them, and they did. Hell, they even had the music they were meant to play stored in them! Future-tech was really something. He remembered how they'd found a chrono-merchant, right in his hometown, in a secluded store he'd never noticed before. Chester had pointed them to the merchant in question, and he was happy to help them. Most of his time was spent helping customers from the far future, who happened to be visiting Mark and Becky's era, so having some locals was a refreshing change for him. The student and teacher had expressed their wish to go back to Imperial Rome and attend a real orgy. The man smiled slyly and showed them a range of items he thought they might need; clothing, currency, subtle but advanced medications to protect themselves; All it cost Mark was his collection of six vintage Star Wars Pez dispensers. Apparently, originals were big collector's items in the future. "Remind me to come back to you with my dad's Micronauts and Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robots!" Mark had laughed. Mark felt well-prepared for this trip, and he had to admit, he was enjoying himself. He drank from his wine while standing in front of a patrician woman, who was sitting naked on a couch and slurping hungrily back and forth on his cock. He gazed around, noting the sumptuous array of foods laid out in vast quantities for the event; it was very hard for many of the slaves to restrain themselves from eating greedily, since this type of generosity was almost unknown to them. Loaves of bread, honey-cakes, dates, figs, stuffed dormice, varieties of pulses, apricots, various fish, cheeses, boar meat, olives, and caviar, which he'd heard the hostess Pompeneia brag to Becky about being sent straight from Persia. He'd never tried caviar before, and he was surprised that he actually liked it. He blinked as he felt the patrician woman pull her mouth off his throbbing cock, which she had brought back to an impressive hardness. She had then bent over the couch, in full view of everyone in the room, and shamelessly reached back and spread her ass cheeks, exposing her puckered knot and asking him to fuck her ass. Mark bit his lip, wondering what to do; Becky wouldn't be much longer in getting ready, but slaves were obliged to satisfy all favors required of them by the legitimate guests, especially the higher-ranking patricians. He couldn't say no. He stepped up and took hold of her wobbly ass cheeks, steadying his cock against her. She moaned in anticipation of him entering her. He reached down and ran his hand up and down her sloppy cunt for several seconds, and used that lubrication to prepare her ass, sticking his index finger inside her and twisting it around. The woman groaned loudly, and he realized that she was making a show of it, announcing that she was the one getting fucked by this tall, handsome and mysterious Spanish slave of Lady Aurora's. Apparently he was something of a commodity. He would fuck her ass fast and hard, making her cum, so that he could return to his assignment from Becky. He took hold of his cock and pressed the head against her little star, pushing it through. She grunted and let out a moan. Lots of people were watching, including more than a few slaves. Slowly and firmly, Mark slid his turgid phallus deep inside her, making her cry out so loudly that he was certain she could be heard outside the villa, despite all the other carnal happenings around them. Here goes nothing; He gripped her hips and leaned over her, pressing her down into the couch as she wailed again. He began pumping in and out strongly, plowing deep inside her. Clearly she was no stranger to this, because she wasn't nearly as tight as Becky. He fucked her ass in a steady rhythm, watching as his own pulsing shaft slid in and out of her. She gasped and yelped, putting on a show for those watching. Her hands kept her ass cheeks pulled wide, so everyone could see how deep inside her Mark was. Then he took the initiative. Everyone gasped as he let go of her hips and gripped both of her wrists, pulling back toward himself and arching her spine, even as he pressed forward into her more strongly with each stroke. The woman seemed to choke on her breath, shaking and looking back at him in shock. Her face was variously flushed and pale, depending on where one looked. Her eyes seemed bleary, as if she was on the verge of tears. Her erect nipples declared her arousal as her tits protruded far in front of her back-stretched arms. He rode her as though she was a bridled horse, only her two arm were the reins. The full floppy tits shook wildly with his aggressive pounding, grinding, fucking of her asshole. But she didn't object to his aggression or dominance. "Do you think Mistress Horatia lets him take her that way?" he heard one woman ask another as she gazed on in rapt wonder. "If she does, she's a lucky cunt, she is;” whispered the other woman in response. And still he plunged his cock deep inside her ass, making the woman squeal and churn beneath him, struggling to move, but pinned by his superior strength. He could tell that the other women (and most likely some men) were jealous, because they were beginning to talk shit about her quietly. "Qualem muleirculam!" whispered a man gazing one in envy. That seemed a little harsh; Mark wasn't sure she was actually a bimbo. A shameless slut, sure. But wasn't everyone here today? "Pedica meo!" she gasped, squeezing her ass around him. "Pedica meo!" Mark fucked her faster and stronger still, driving his cock deep into her bowels, until she sounded like she was having a severe asthma attack. She wheezed and struggled, but he held her immobilized. She could not escape this exquisite torture unless he let her. He could feel her tightening, though, and he knew she wouldn't last long; exactly what he wanted. He would make sure she got the show she desired. His hips began pistoning rapidly, but with even more strength. The woman's eyes rolled into her head and her mouth dropped open. Her entire body shuddered in a long wave, and she screeched, battered by endless waves of pleasure as the orgasm crashed over her. She clenched her teeth and writhed, as if trying to escape, but she had already completely surrendered to her blissful fate. Mark dropped her wrists and now gripped her long, kinky brown hair, yanking on it to pull her up. She gasped at the unexpected but glorious sting and found herself pulled up and back against him. His hips still pumped against her ass cheeks, sliding his cock deep within, while his strong hands began to grope and almost maul her flushed, sweaty body. Helpless before him, she allowed the violation readily, whimpering and in tears. "Es scortum obscenus vilis," he growled in her ear before biting it and making her writhe in need. "You are a vile, dirty little whore, aren't you?" "Etiam!" she gasped, as his hand gripped her chin and turned her face forcefully to look into his eyes. "Yes, I am a vile, dirty whore! Fuck me in my shame!" He fucked her until she was almost limp, and finally slid out of her ass, the abused knot pulling back along with his shaft obscenely, a fact noted and commented on by anyone close enough to see. She collapsed forward over the couch again, trembling, but saying nothing. Mark turned his body and caught the gaze of another woman, who hustled over, knelt and began sucking on his cock without question. He waited while she cleaned him dutifully before noticing Becky standing by a dark corner, watching in amusement. She raised an eyebrow and he nodded. Without further ado, he subtly retrieved the remote for the things that were supposed to be speakers, and held his arms up, beckoning everyone to gather in. As the naked crowd moved in, the host and hostess came and stood near him, smiling pleasantly. Pompeneia explained that they were now to be entertained by the guest of honor, who would be dancing for them all. As if on cue with her words, slaves around the room modified the intensity of the flames coming from the braziers that illuminated the room, making it dimmer and more sensual, except for an area in the central expanse. Mark subtly pressed a button on a tiny remote he was hiding in his hand. Music emanated from around the room from the concealed speakers. He'd remembered what the T E A agents had told him about anachronistic technologies and how they would rarely work in times or eras they were not known in, but he seemed to be getting away with it so far. It occurred to him that this meant the technologies he and Becky were using were not to be discovered. Yet. He smiled as Becky seemed to shift and ripple into view, because of the flickering brazier flames. The music, he knew, would be like nothing these people had ever heard before. True, it wasn't metal, but the arrangements and instruments would be alien. Not to mention the Phil Spector-esque 'Wall of Sound' involved. Becky had told him the song was called 'Gypsy', and she now spread her arms over the head, as diaphanous strips of translucent material curled sensuously around her lovely form, and gems glittered on her forehead and navel. Gold anklets tinkled on her feet. Mark had never seen 'Lord of the Dance' before, but watching Becky, maybe it wasn't such a bad idea after all. As wind instruments began playing while drums and strings kept a backbeat, Becky snaked and twirled around the circular space in time with the music. Everyone watched her, rapt. Mark's eyes flicked over and he saw Nanu looking on from farther back in the room, standing atop a bench to get a better view. Her eyes were wide with awe. People were still whispering as they watched; for a patrician woman to dance this way, or even know how to dance this way, was scandalous, and they loved every second of her performance. The music grew louder and more intense as the wall of sound, a concept these people couldn't even readily grasp, filled the venereum. Becky continued her cavorting, her tits bouncing about beneath the outfit she was wearing. It was more of a tease than anything, because it concealed pretty much nothing. When she kicked high, she showed her cunt to everyone. She seemingly didn't care, or was enjoying it. Probably the latter, knowing her as he did now. The music reached a crescendo and then stopped, with Becky collapsing to a sitting position, curled in on herself. The crowd clapped, cheered and catcalled enthusiastically. Seconds later, another musical piece began, this one in a style probably more familiar to the onlookers. Mark knew it was from the soundtrack of the movie 'Alexander'. It opened with tinkling chimes and what sounded like hooting bird calls. Becky slowly rose to her feet, holding an elaborate pose. Then what sounded like four hammers striking an anvil rang across the space, followed by a frenetic drum beat. Becky broke into a wild dance, spinning and prancing about with abandon. The crowd watched spellbound as the music echoed around the room. Becky's blue eyes flashed with excitement, knowing that the revelers were enchanted by her. There was no one in this room who was not sexually enthralled with her at this very moment. Even Mark, who knew her pretty much better that anyone on this planet, at any point in history, was watching her in quiet awe. It made her wet, thinking of what he'd do to her later after watching this. As she whirled in a circle close to the crowd, she took hold of a male dancer slave, and then another, leading them in the exotic and magnetic dance she now performed. Both men were naked, and she snaked her body against them, rapidly bringing them to hardness. The crowd cheered as she flung aside the strips of fabric that concealed her body, until she was as naked as the slaves. Everyone watched in astonishment as she dropped to her knees between the two men and began hungrily sucking on their cocks, each one in turn, then finally putting them both in her mouth at once, her cheeks bulging obscenely. "In the name of Suadela," breathed Pompeneia, standing next to Mark and staring dumbly. "Your mistress is the most magnificent whore I have ever seen, Bonosus." "Yeah, she's something, all right;” Mark agreed, blown away by his teacher's depravity. He thought about how much she'd been looking forward to behaving so luridly, without the consequences of biology or moral censure. She was time-travelling, for crying out loud; could there have been a better excuse? No, if he was allowed to fuck as many women as he wanted, even all at once, Becky had the right to do whatever the Hell suited her. It was a damned fool who held her to a different standard just because she was a woman. Guys who thought like that never got women as amazing as Becky. Loser incels; The music was finally ending, and he discreetly shut off the speakers with his tiny remote. Seconds later, he felt a dainty hand on his shoulder. He turned to look at Pompeneia, who smiled at him wickedly and cocked her head, indicating she should follow him. Mark took a deep breath and gently touched the nearly-invisible tab he'd put under his armpit, thankful for the vasopressin it was releasing into his system; "Heaven," Becky thought dreamily as she rode up and down slowly, the slave cock throbbing as it slid in and out of her ass. He was lying beneath her while she faced down his legs, his strong hands massaging her toned cheeks. His legs were spread to make way for another slave who knelt in front of her, thrusting back and forth to spear his rod in and out of her cunt. She groaned around the cock that was in her mouth, the freedman who owned it standing next to her beautiful face and letting her suck him. On either side, her hands were pumping vigorously on the cocks of two more slaves. "God," she thought, "I haven't done anything this wild since Frosh Week in my sophomore year. I've missed it so;” Five men at once. No regrets, no consequences. She almost giggled as she wondered where else she might fit another. Then two hands reached around from behind and began groping her ample tits, making her moan around the cock she was sucking on. Another slave had moved up behind her and settled down onto the face of the man beneath her. His hands groped her while the slave below him did something to his ass. Becky didn't care what they did to one another; she just wanted to feel as many men on her as possible. She shuddered as her nipples were pinched and she bobbed back and forth faster on the cock in her mouth, expertly swirling her tongue around the head and the shaft. Her hands twisted gently on the skin of the cocks she was holding, while she squeezed the ones inside her. She could feel them bumping against one another, separated only by a thin membrane between her cunt and ass. She gasped and almost wheezed, because they were striking deep inside her at different angles. The slave fucking her cunt was moving at an almost horizontal angle, while the one in her ass pushed straight up. It was almost; disorienting in a way. She gently pulled the two slaves she was jerking even closer, so that she could touch their cocks together, sliding them against one another. The slave behind her with his hands on her tits moved them, shifting them to her trim stomach as she pointed the two throbbing cocks at her tits, her hands stroking them rapidly. The slaves both moaned and shuddered as they spurted their cum across the expanse of her bosom, glazing the silken skin. Seconds later, she felt the cock in her mouth throb and swell, pumping a pearly offering down her throat. She swallowed hungrily, enthralled to be living her wild days all over again. Becky cried out and shook as an orgasm blossomed through her, just the first of many she planned to have in this particular tryst. Slaves leaned in and began lapping at the cum on her tits, tongues sliding along the skin or swirling around the nipples, occasionally biting and tugging on them. She leaned back, moving the man behind her to the side as she lay on the Nubian slave beneath her, still pumping in and out of her ass. She reached up and pulled the man fucking her cunt down by the shoulders, bringing him close and kissing him, their tongues rolling and wrestling about. They were both spearing up inside her now, their thrusts beginning to sync as she groaned shamelessly, filled with an exquisite wet heat. The climax that followed seconds later rocked her to her core, but she powered through it, determined to have as many more as possible. Now she let the two men fuck her while she took another hard cock in her mouth, stretching her neck back and relaxing her throat, letting it slide back and forth inside her. She gripped the hips of the man fucking her face, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the unadulterated ecstasy flowing through her, needing more men to pleasure her; Mark was sitting back lazily in the shallow pool that dominated the palaestra of the Flavian villa. He gazed around at the ornate courtyard, surrounded by columns and burgeoning with ornamental plants and trees. Exotic animals like peacocks could be seen strutting across the grass; at least, they could where none of the orgy's attendees were making merry. He sighed as a dancer girl knelt behind him and massaged his shoulders, while two others were curled up against his sides, cooing and kissing his skin. Nanu, meanwhile, was sitting in his lap, facing out and moving up and down slowly on his cock, taking it deep inside herself, her fingers flexing against his supple thighs. She turned her head to look back at him, her hazel eyes glassy with pleasure. More of her fellow dancers crowded in, until he felt himself totally enveloped in wanton slave flesh. They kissed and nipped at his skin, giggling and whispering to one another. Mark knew he was supposed to be a slave, but he seemed to be getting better treatment than a lot of the guests who weren't slaves. He imagined it was because he was the manservant of the guest of honor, but he still felt like a king at the moment. One girl dangled rich grapes in front of his mouth and he bit several off, chewing and swallowing casually. Another then brought a cup of wine to his lips and he drank from it before she leaned in and kissed him, allowing the wine to flow back and forth between their mouths. As she pulled back from the kiss, she allowed the wine to spill out of her mouth, trickling down her neck and tits. Two other girls immediately leaned in and began licking the sweet offering from her skin. Nearby, on a well-cushioned couch, Lady Pompeneia was lying on her side, quite naked, moaning as her husband propped one of her legs in the air and knelt between them, sawing his cock in and out of his wife. She drank from her goblet and watched her slaves attend to Bonosus. She closed her eyes and rubbed one of her tits as she remembered what it had felt like to have his big, sturdy cock fucking her less than an hour ago, feeling his thick, warm cum pump deep inside her. She wondered how wonderful it must be to own a servant with these incredible qualities and envied Lady Aurora. She entertained the absurd notion of trying to buy him from her, but was reasonably certain that even the emperor himself wasn't rich enough to purchase the slave outright. She'd content herself with becoming friends with Lady Aurora Horatia and perhaps then having access to Bonosus' fine obelisk of endless erotic pleasures. She watched as Nanu, churning on Bonosus' lap, shuddered, arched her back and cried out, cumming hard. Two of the other dancers were sucking her tits and she seemed in ecstasy. Not that Pompeneia blamed her; Nanu was rather tiny, and that magnificent cock had to be battering the bottom of her lungs. The Egyptian girl sagged, and one of the other dancers gently pulled her off and over to the side. Nanu was immediately replaced by another girl, who straddled Bonosus' lap, facing him and sinking down with a loud sigh. Pompeneia herself shuddered and gripped her tit tightly as a little orgasm shivered through her, while her husband moaned and pushed tight against her, cumming in her. Standing nearby, a slave helped ease his master's cock out of Pompeneia and sucked it clean. The mistress of the house sighed and caressed herself, enjoying every moment of this day. What a splendid orgy this was proving to be. She sat up slowly and looked around, seeing people in ecstasy all around her; not far away, one of the guests had a servant girl pressed up against a column, and was fucking her eagerly. She was pumping her hips against him and gasping in delight. On the emerald grass nearby, two women were laying side-by-side, arms wrapped around one another while they sucked hungrily on each other's pussies. One of her slender, boyish manservants was getting fucked in the ass by a patrician man named Pontifex, and her slave was mewling loudly. She heard laughing and joyous talk as Lady Aurora entered the palaestra, completely naked and surrounded by slaves and guests, all basking in her glorious sensuality. She sauntered over to the pool and eased herself down into it, sighing and relaxing in the cool water. Pompeneia smirked; after all the endless fucking the Lady had been doing, she was surprised there weren't clouds of steam emanating from around Aurora, as the water touched her skin. She was possibly the only person in the villa to have fucked more than her servant Bonosus. Pompeneia smiled and eased herself down onto the couch, beckoning over a slave-girl to service her. "Well, Mark, I see you've won our little wager," Becky observed, smiling at him while two slaves massaged her shoulders. She parted her legs to allow a servant girl to massage her cunt, or occasionally go under the water to kiss and nibble at it. "I managed six lovers at once. You seem to have eight." "Only if we fudge," he admitted, looking around the dancer who churned on his cock, trying to keep her moaning down so he could talk. "I can reasonably do four; one on my cock, one on my mouth, and one in each hand. I; am not gonna take any in my ass, after all." "Well, at the very least you can tie me," Becky pointed out, smirking at him. "Think and try again. You won't even need to move." Mark frowned for a moment, and then gave his teacher's words some thought; he perked up after a few moments, and then nodded. He told the girl he was fucking to lean back slightly. As she did so, he beckoned another to come and stand upright between them. The slave-girl did so, and Mark started lapping at her wet twat while the girl impaled on his cock began kissing and tonguing her ass. He paused and instructed four more to kneel by his hands. They did as asked readily. He faced them in to one another in pairs, bodies squashed close together. He then pushed his four fingers on each hand into one of them, while wiggling his thumb into the other. They all moaned, because Mark had decent-sized hands and fingers (in any day and age), and began kissing and swallowing one another's tongues hungrily. "See?" Becky giggled. "Six for six, you've matched me now." "Uh-uh!" he called out, his voice muffled by the slippery twat of the slave-girl on his mouth. "Watch this!" The women all whined in protest as Mark stood up, especially the one who had been fucking him, but he assured them that this would take only a moment before all was right with the world. He got out of the water and lay down on the grass, his frame stretched out and his throbbing cock on display, pointing at the cerulean sky overhead. His arms were spread wide and his legs slightly parted. Mark quickly brought the six girls back to their original positions, with the girl who had been using his mouth now facing down his body, to kiss and play with the one bouncing up and down on his cock. The two sets of girls resumed their places on his fingers and thumbs, kissing each other eagerly again, enjoying this strange game. He began wiggling his still-wet toes, and the last two slave-dancers caught on quickly; they took hold of his ankles and lowered their gooey pussies down onto his feet, taking them inside their slippery tunnels and moaning loudly. "Octo!" Mark yelled triumphantly from beneath the cunt squirming on his face. Becky laughed in sheer delight, clapping in support of her student's ingenuity. Others looking on laughed and applauded also. A crowd was gathering around him, but everyone made sure that Lady Aurora, who had moved to the spot just vacated by her servant, could see easily. She knelt on the low, tiled bench below the water, her elbows on the grass, the endless soft blades tickling her tits as she watched. She wiggled her shapely ass, and a slave dutifully moved up behind her and slid his cock deep inside her while she gazed on. Mark was enjoying himself; never had he guessed he would have been fucking eight girls at once, not to mention Roman slave-dancers, two of whom he was pretty sure were sisters. He wiggled his fingers, thumbs and toes, he flickered and snaked his tongue inside the girl above him, and he pushed up and down with his hips, spearing deep inside the slave-girl, who cried out in rapture as his cock split her wet cunt wide open. She arched her back and cried out loudly, cumming hard. She slumped off to the side and was quickly replaced by Nanu, who was eager for more. She churned and writhed on him, occasionally looking over at Lady Aurora, who smiled and winked at her. He could feel them all squirming and trembling now, and pushed himself harder, sending them all over the edge; several moaned loudly while the one on his face kissed Nanu deeply as they both screamed, rocked by their orgasms. The girl riding his tongue fell off to the side, shaking and holding her cunt as she moaned in pleasure. He looked over at his teacher. "Becks," he panted, his face glistening with cum and flush with need. "I'm gonna cum, but I want it to be in you. Please;” Without a moment's hesitation, Becky stood, the crystalline water cascading off her glorious body. She clambered out and all the slave-girls moved aside readily, even Nanu, who dutifully knelt beside Lady Aurora as she straddled her manservant. "Thanks for waiting for me, Mark," Becky whispered as she teased her slippery cunt lips along his cock while resting her hands on his shoulders and looking down at him. "It means so much to me." "Means everything to me too, Becks," he replied, nodding. "Wanna give 'em a show, show 'em how we do it in the twenty-first century?" The blonde beauty smiled wickedly, and without another word, shoved herself down hard on her student's cock, making them both moan loudly as he pushed deep inside her. Everyone watched in awe as the two began fucking madly, Becky thrashing her hips back and forth while he pumped up and down rapidly inside her, battering her cervix with each thrust. His hands found her bouncing tits and squeezed them, making her cry out, her fingernails digging into the meat of his shoulders. Pompeneia and her husband Master Flavius stood right beside them, watching in fascination. Nanu was caressing and massaging Lady Aurora's flanks and ass while she fucked Bonosus, her deep hazel eyes staring longingly at them. Becky rode Mark harder and harder, his throbbing cock stretching her cunt deliciously, making her want to scream. She held on though, squeezing around Mark, thrilled to know that everyone's eyes were on them, watching them fuck with wild abandon. With every thrust she squeezed her ass cheeks tight, feeling Mark shudder below her. Mark was panting and grunting as he fough

This week the gals cover some food for thought. From unhinged eating contests to dangerously spicy food challenges, we're diving into the questionable life choices people make for bragging rights, and why we can't stop watching. Then we shift gears to the queen of chaotic confidence herself: Alice Roosevelt, the White House wild child who lived louder, bolder, and far spicier than any ghost pepper. Grab some water. You're absolutely going to need it.Spank you for listening. Do less God bless. Gloom & Bloom out!

In this episode of The Catholic Talk Show, Ryan and Ryan take a look at some of the more wild and questionable doctrines and claims of Joseph Smith and Mormonism. Episode 339: In this episode, we will discuss: • Do Mormons Believe Jesus & Satan are brothers? • The Questionable Background of Jospeh Smith • The Controversy of The Book of Abraham • Do Mormons Teach God had sex with The Virgin Mary?• Do Mormons Get Their Own Planets? • And More 00:00 Introduction to Mormonism and Catholic Perspectives 02:30 Exploring Mormon Theology and Christology 05:03 The Concept of God in Mormonism 07:38 The Nature of Jesus and Satan in Mormon Belief 10:37 Mormon Views on Race and Equality 13:13 Joseph Smith and the Origins of Mormonism 15:01 Mormonism's Claims on Native Americans 18:04 Conclusion and Reflections on Mormon Doctrine 22:51 The Intersection of Science, Faith, and Reason 24:34 The Historical Context of Moroni and the Golden Plates 27:23 Joseph Smith: The Treasure Seeker and His Claims 30:46 Theological Implications of Joseph Smith's Teachings 39:35 Critique of Mormonism: A Comparative Analysis 43:54 The Mystery of the Golden Plates and Their Significance Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

This is 22 Hours: A Second Look, where we revisit our original season with host Megan Cloherty. In this episode, Megan is joined once again by Abigail Savopoulos. Abigal shares stories about her brother Philip, like how he got into racing and anecdotes about her little brother's BIG personality. She also speaks candidly about losing him, and how she managed to get through the trial while in college.New episodes drop every Tuesday.Original Episode-After six weeks, dozens of witnesses and hours of testimony, emotions were running high when attorneys delivered their closing arguments. Then the United States v. Daron Wint went to the jury. Some of the men and women who decided Daron Wint's fate take us inside the deliberation room as they weighed the evidence and came to a conclusion. This episode is written and produced by reporters Megan Cloherty and Jack Moore. Julia Ziegler is the content adviser. MUSIC: All music featured in "22 Hours: An American Nightmare" is licensed through Creative Commons and/or by permission of the artist. We're grateful to all the artists whose music has helped us tell this story. "Haters Hate" by Ramone Messam, used with permission of the artist; "Rhythmic Pulse” by Daniel Birch and “Weirder” by Drake Stafford, licensed under Creative Commons by Attribution 4.0 International; and "Cast of Pods" by Doug Maxwell and “A Great Darkness Approaches, Can You Feel It” by ELPHNT, available in the YouTube Audio Library.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Ka-Pow the Pop Cultured Podcast is back after a brief hiatus, but luckily we've got stories about all the places we've been traveling to in the meantime. The OJ Jesse Starcher of The Source Material Comics Podcast pops in to hang out and join in the discussion about toy shows, concerts, Moth This and Moth That. Length - 01:16:17 Language - R. (Contains adult language.) - 0:02:57 - YEAH YOU KNOW ME We each reveal the one comic book holy grail we'd most like to add to our collections. - 0:09:20 - TRIP REPORT Recollections of our late-summer journeys to fun events like the Columbus Toy Show at the Ohio State Fairgrounds with some friends and family, eight buildings worth of vintage awesomeness at the Great Ohio Toy Show, So Pro Comics returning to Point Pleasant, WV for the Mothman Festival, and getting our polka on with "Weird Al" Yankovic on the "Bigger & Weirder" tour at Blossom Music Center and Cincinnati's famous Octoberfest celebration.

It's ridiculous, really, at least from where I'm sitting, which is a creaky chair, to find something spiritual in a can of soda.And yet, here we are.This is a meditation on Irn-Bru...not just as a drink, but as a reminder that joy doesn't always have to be pure, or perfect, or earned. Sometimes it's sugar-free, fluorescent, and unapologetically alive.We spend our lives chasing meaning through suffering, silence, and self-improvement. But what if holiness can also hide in pleasure? What if divinity lives in the fizz, the color, the absurdity of being human?This isn't a brand deal. ( I WISH...I think this is indicative of a problem...but this drink tastes unreal )It's a love letter. ( ugh...me and the romance )To Irn-Bru.To savoring the unnecessary.To the kind of happiness you can't optimize...only notice.Being alive doesn't have to be profound to be sacred.Weirder than usual...I know.Come say hi on Discord or www.idiotmystic.com.I'm always around, I think.

HR1 - Falcons, Ray-Ray McCloud situation continues to get weirder as days pass In hour one Mike Johnson, Beau Morgan, and Ali Mac quickly touch on some of the biggest headlines around the local and national sports scene, including reacting to the Cincinnati Bengals getting a big 33-31 win at home over the Pittsburgh Steelers, explain why they think the Steelers defense is too expensive to be as bad as they were versus the Bengals last night, begin to preview the Atlanta Falcons Sunday Night Football matchup with the San Francisco 49ers, react to the Falcons latest injury report, explain why they think it feels like the Falcons are making wide receiver Ray-Ray McCloud serve a silent suspension, react to the latest college football headlines, preview all the big week eight matchups in college football, and then close out hour one by diving into the life of Ali Mac in Ali's Mac Drop!

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Gary goes solo to unpack a wild hour: starting with breaking updates on the explosion in Tennessee before diving into #SwampWatch and the latest out of D.C., including President Trump's threats of new China tariffs and his Gaza ceasefire success. Then things get weird when Gary stumbles across a story about a gay man and straight woman who are married, monogamous, and expecting a child, and he tries to make sense of it all. Plus, Heather Brooker joins the show for The Entertainment Report, featuring rave adventures and the new Tron movie.

Mike Johnson, Dylan Mathews, and Ali Mac react to the latest news, rumors, and reports in the NFL as they go In The Huddle.

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This is 22 Hours: A Second Look, where we revisit our original season with host Megan Cloherty. In this episode, Megan is joined by the prosecutors in this case, Laura Bach and Chris Bruckmann. This is the first they have officially talked to us about the case. They couldn't talk when we were putting the original podcast together as Darron chose to appeal. But now that that process has exhausted they can share their thoughts on the trial. Megan asks how they prepared for the case, their reaction when Darron accused his brothers, what it was like to cross examine him - and many other topics.New episodes drop every Tuesday.Original Episode-In a stunning move, Daron Wint, the accused killer, takes the stand. Under unrelenting questioning by federal prosecutor Laura Bach, Daron seems to have an explanation for almost all of the evidence that links him to the killings. It's almost a perfect puzzle. But will the jury believe him? All music featured in "22 Hours: An American Nightmare" is licensed through Creative Commons and/or by permission of the artist. We're grateful to all the artists whose music has helped us tell this story. “Haters Hate” by Ramone Messam, used with permission of the artist; “Procession” by Puddle of Infinity, available in the YouTube Audio Library; “Rhythmic Pulse,” “Marimba on the Loose” and “Closing My Eyes for a Moment” by Daniel Birch, and “Weirder” by Drake Stafford, all licensed under Creative Commons by Attribution 4.0 International.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Show Notes 0:00: Justin and Helen explain what they've been up to over the past two weeks, which somehow manages to involve Fire Emblem — either admiring the memes from afar or actually playing it — and a couple J-Novel Club Original works! News 18:57: The two hosts then discuss Crunchyroll finally announcing the launch […] The post TheOASG Podcast Episode 228: No One Asked The News To Get Weirder (Except One Host Apparently!) appeared first on TheOASG.

This is 22 Hours: A Second Look, where we revisit our original season with host Megan Cloherty. In this episode, Megan is joined by Jack Moore and Julia Ziegler to pull back the curtain on the creation of the original season. They talk about how the show came about, how they turned their daily coverage of the Daron Wint trial into a podcast and discuss the behind the scenes decisions that formed the final product.New episodes drop every Tuesday.Original Episode-Over the 22 hours the victims were taken captive and then killed, the prime suspect goes missing and his normally active Facebook account goes dark. We track Daron Wint's whereabouts during that crucial time. Also in this episode, an introduction to some of the key players in the courtroom: the federal prosecutors who spent years building their case against Wint and the team of public defenders who tried to pin the blame on other suspects. All music featured in "22 Hours: An American Nightmare" is licensed through Creative Commons and/or by permission of the artist. We're grateful to all the artists whose music has helped us tell this story. “Haters Hate” by Ramone Messam, used with permission of the artist; “Procession” by Puddle of Infinity, available in the YouTube Audio Library; “Rhythmic Pulse,” “Marimba on the Loose” and “Closing My Eyes for a Moment” by Daniel Birch, and “Weirder” by Drake Stafford, all licensed under Creative Commons by Attribution 4.0 International.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

The boys are back and this time Jesse is obsessed with a Chinese FMV Game and how completely over the top it is. Then the boys tackle super powers, super haters, and science that actually operates on our level. All this and more on a brand new Cox n' Crendor! Go to http://HeroForge.com and use code CRENDOR to get 5% off all orders of physical miniatures.

This is 22 Hours: A Second Look, where we revisit our original season with host Megan Cloherty. In this episode, we share more of Megan's interview with Abbigail Savopoulos, including memories of her mom and dad, and whose decision it was to send her to boarding school—a decision that may have saved her life. She also talks about the moments after learning her childhood home was on fire, and why she says her life became a whirlwind.New episodes drop every Tuesday.Original Episode-The Savopoulos house was held in evidence for weeks as crime scene investigators looked for clues. In the end, five pieces of forensic evidence linked Daron Wint to the killings, including a sliver of his DNA on the crust of a pizza that had been delivered to the house while he held the family captive. But was the forensic evidence a slam dunk? This episode is written and produced by reporters Megan Cloherty and Jack Moore. Julia Ziegler is the content adviser.All music featured in "22 Hours: An American Nightmare" is licensed through Creative Commons and/or by permission of the artist. We're grateful to all the artists whose music has helped us tell this story. “Haters Hate” by Ramone Messam, used with permission of the artist; “Procession” by Puddle of Infinity, available in the YouTube Audio Library; “Rhythmic Pulse,” “Marimba on the Loose” and “Closing My Eyes for a Moment” by Daniel Birch, and “Weirder” by Drake Stafford, all licensed under Creative Commons by Attribution 4.0 International.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

This is 22 Hours: A Second Look, where we revisit our original season with original host Megan Cloherty. In this episode, Megan talks with Jordan Wallace, the man who initially fell under suspicion and was later cleared of the crime. Jordan was Sava Savopoulos' assistant. Jordan shares his thoughts and memories of the crime and give an update to where he is now.New episodes will drop every Tuesday.Original Episode-Hours after the victims are taken hostage, a ransom is delivered to the mansion on Woodland Drive. But it doesn't save the victims -- the calls, text messages and voicemails end, leaving key parts of the timeline unexplained. But after the trial, a new theory emerges explaining how the killer got inside the house. This episode is written and produced by WTOP reporters Megan Cloherty and Jack Moore. Julia Ziegler is the content adviser. All music featured in "22 Hours: An American Nightmare" is licensed through Creative Commons and/or by permission of the artist. We're grateful to all the artists whose music has helped us tell this story. “Haters Hate” by Ramone Messam, used with permission of the artist; “Call me” and “Rhythmic Pulse” by Daniel Birch, as well as “Weirder” by Drake Stafford, all licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 4.0 International (CC BY 4.0); and "Beyond the Lows" by The Whole Other, available in the YouTube Audio Library.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

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Mike Ferguson in the Morning - Sheriff "Loaded Dice" Montgomery is now under Federal Indictment, with new accusations being added to his already bizarre rap sheet. - Mainstream Media never misses on the opportunity to exploit a tragedy. Curtis Houck of Newsbusters explains. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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We answered your questions on Michigan State's football team, expectations and predictions for MSU players and season wins, on MSU basketball, the future of the center position and what-ifs in Izzo's tenure, on the Tigers, Lions, where "that's the taint" ranks as a show moment, and who's weirder, Couch or Harbaugh?

We answered your questions on Michigan State's football team, expectations and predictions for MSU players and season wins, on MSU basketball, the future of the center position and what-ifs in Izzo's tenure, on the Tigers, Lions, where "that's the taint" ranks as a show moment, and who's weirder, Couch or Harbaugh?

Dave and Ethan recap the June 23, 2025 show at the Maverik Center in Salt Lake City, UT from Weird Al's 2025 Bigger & Weirder tour! ABOUTSince 2019, Dave & Ethan's 2000″ Weird Al Podcast has covered all facets of the life, career, and fandom of “Weird Al” Yankovic. Hosted by Dave “Elvis” Rossi and Ethan Ullman, two Weird Al super fans, collectors, and historians - the podcast aims to spread the joy of Weird Al and his music while digging deep and learning from those who have worked with, or been inspired by, his work. LINKSFollow us on social media, Patreon, and more: https://linktr.ee/2000inchPast episodes available at WeirdAlPodcast.com PODCAST CREDITSIndependently produced, hosted, and created by Dave "Elvis" Rossi and Ethan UllmanCo-produced with Mike Minnick beginning in March 2025Theme song performed by the Grammy Award-Winning Jim "Kimo" WestPodcast logo designed by Heather Malone COPYRIGHT© 2019-2025 | Dave & Ethan's 2000" Weird Al Podcast

Your phone is making you a D-bag, Zelensky says Molon Labe, House subpoenas Epstein files, JD's coup meeting gets leaked and cancelled, Trump says he knows what mysterious drones were but “It's not up” to him to tell us, Chinese making home grown US spy babies, “Big Balls” takes a whoopin' so Trump can take DC, and bribing the president is as easy as a trophy and a coupon.

Former Special Counsel Robert Mueller sits in front of Congress for long-anticipated hearings; A rogue shooter terrorizes a military base; Trump scores another economic win, and the war on illegal immigration rages on. Shooting at Georgia's Fort Stewart Injures 5 Soldiers; US Army Sergeant in Custody https://www.foxnews.com/us/fort-stewart-georgia-lockdown-due-active-shooter-incident-injuries Trump Raises India Tariffs to 50 Percent Due to Their Russian Oil Imports https://www.theepochtimes.com/us/trump-raises-indias-tariff-rate-to-50-percent-over-russian-oil-imports-5897495?src_src=partner&src_cmp=BonginoReport A Federal Investigation Is Raising Serious Concerns for Organ Donors https://thenationalpulse.com/2025/08/05/a-federal-investigation-is-raising-serious-concerns-for-organ-donors/ Sponsors: Blackout Coffee - BlackoutCoffee.com/Vince Patriot Mobile - patriotmobile.com/Vince Bon Charge - boncharge.com and use the code VINCE Fatty15 - fatty15.com/vince Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

I hope you're hungry and have a clear schedule: we're about to embark on 2 experiments that include laced blood and thick goo. — Support and sponsor this show! Venmo Tip Jar: @wellthatsinteresting Instagram: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@wellthatsinterestingpod⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Bluesky: @wtipod Threads: @wellthatsinterestingpod Twitter: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@wti_pod⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Listen on YouTube!! Oh, BTW. You're interesting. Email YOUR facts, stories, experiences... Nothing is too big or too small. I'll read it on the show: wellthatsinterestingpod@gmail.com WTI is a part of the Airwave Media podcast network! Visit AirwaveMedia.com to listen and subscribe to other incredible shows. Want to advertise your glorious product on WTI? Email me: wellthatsinterestingpod@gmail.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Events around the Annabelle doll have changed so rapidly that we had to tape this episode TWICE. We might have even discovered some details you haven't heard yet (we certainly hadn't). Haunted AF also has news about a Halloween Kickoff Party and we're hoping you can come. It's still in the works but please mark October 1st on your calendar for our NIGHT OF THE LIVING PODCAST at Texas Live! in Arlington. Also, our friends from This Paranormal Life are currently on a North Amerivcan tour so find tickets for their show HERE. Weekly episodes will resume September 4th so please start sending those scary stories to hauntedafpodcast@gmail.com. Remember, we're also now analying your dreams! 

Dave and Ethan recap the sixth and final night of Weird Al's Las Vegas residency! Join them for a lively discussion of the June 21, 2025 show at The Venetian Theatre from Weird Al's 2025 Bigger & Weirder tour. ABOUTSince 2019, Dave & Ethan's 2000″ Weird Al Podcast has covered all facets of the life, career, and fandom of “Weird Al” Yankovic. Hosted by Dave “Elvis” Rossi and Ethan Ullman, two Weird Al super fans, collectors, and historians - the podcast aims to spread the joy of Weird Al and his music while digging deep and learning from those who have worked with, or been inspired by, his work. LINKSFollow us on social media, Patreon, and more: https://linktr.ee/2000inchPast episodes available at WeirdAlPodcast.com PODCAST CREDITSIndependently produced, hosted, and created by Dave "Elvis" Rossi and Ethan UllmanCo-produced with Mike Minnick beginning in March 2025Theme song performed by the Grammy Award-Winning Jim "Kimo" WestPodcast logo designed by Heather Malone COPYRIGHT© 2019-2025 | Dave & Ethan's 2000" Weird Al Podcast

In part one of Red Eye Radio with Gary McNamara and Eric Harley, Jim Acosta does a scripted A.I. interview with a Parkland shooting victim who passed away / Even Chuck Todd says Texas House Democrats fleeing to heavily gerrymandered Illinois is not a good look / Racial gerrymandering has to end / The DOJ launches a grand jury investigation into "Russia-gate" For more talk on the issues that matter to you, listen on radio stations across America Monday-Friday 12am-5am CT (1am-6am ET and 10pm-3am PT), download the RED EYE RADIO SHOW app, asking your smart speaker, or listening at RedEyeRadioShow.com. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

HEY! It's a long delayed bonus episode! The Matt's both attended the Philadelphia leg of the Weird Al "Bigger & Weirder" tour as well as hosting their 2nd panel at San Diego Comic Con! In this bonus episode they break down the show and the panel and get interrupted by Jonathan London of Geekscape! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Dave and Ethan recap the fifth night of Weird Al's Las Vegas residency! Join them for a lively discussion of the June 20, 2025 show at The Venetian Theatre from Weird Al's 2025 Bigger & Weirder tour. ABOUTSince 2019, Dave & Ethan's 2000″ Weird Al Podcast has covered all facets of the life, career, and fandom of “Weird Al” Yankovic. Hosted by Dave “Elvis” Rossi and Ethan Ullman, two Weird Al super fans, collectors, and historians - the podcast aims to spread the joy of Weird Al and his music while digging deep and learning from those who have worked with, or been inspired by, his work. LINKSFollow us on social media, Patreon, and more: https://linktr.ee/2000inchPast episodes available at WeirdAlPodcast.com PODCAST CREDITSIndependently produced, hosted, and created by Dave "Elvis" Rossi and Ethan UllmanCo-produced with Mike Minnick beginning in March 2025Theme song performed by the Grammy Award-Winning Jim "Kimo" WestPodcast logo designed by Heather Malone COPYRIGHT© 2019-2025 | Dave & Ethan's 2000" Weird Al Podcast

In hour Tua, Tobin & Leroy talk about the latest news coming out of the Miami Dolphins first padded practice where safety Ashtyn Davis was hurt with a lower leg injury that didn't seem too good. They also dive in to the Christian Wilkins news in Las Vegas with the Raiders. The stories that are being told about Wilkins doesn't sound like the plyer the Fins drafted 6 years ago. Something is fishy about the story? We play our favorite Tuesday game Damage is Done!

Dave and Ethan breakdown the fourth night of Weird Al's Las Vegas residency! Tune in as they dive into the June 18, 2025 show at The Venetian Theatre from Weird Al's 2025 Bigger & Weirder tour. ABOUTSince 2019, Dave & Ethan's 2000″ Weird Al Podcast has covered all facets of the life, career, and fandom of “Weird Al” Yankovic. Hosted by Dave “Elvis” Rossi and Ethan Ullman, two Weird Al super fans, collectors, and historians - the podcast aims to spread the joy of Weird Al and his music while digging deep and learning from those who have worked with, or been inspired by, his work. LINKSFollow us on social media, Patreon, and more: https://linktr.ee/2000inchPast episodes available at WeirdAlPodcast.com PODCAST CREDITSIndependently produced, hosted, and created by Dave "Elvis" Rossi and Ethan UllmanCo-produced with Mike Minnick beginning in March 2025Theme song performed by the Grammy Award-Winning Jim "Kimo" WestPodcast logo designed by Heather Malone COPYRIGHT© 2019-2025 | Dave & Ethan's 2000" Weird Al Podcast

Thank you to Ridge & Chubbies for sponsoring this episode! #ad - Upgrade your wallet today! Get 10% Off Ridge with code POGCAST at https://www.Ridge.com/pogcast #ridgepod - Your new wardrobe awaits! Get 20% off @chubbies with the code THEPOGCAST at https://www.chubbiesshorts.com/THEPOGCAST #chubbiespod CHECK OUT THE PATREON! - https://www.patreon.com/ThePogcastPod On this episode of the Pogcast we discuss some of the changes made to the Hardcore Tarkov Wipe and how they have affected the original intention of a more punishing hardcore wipe. Check it out! Chapters 00:00:00 - Intro Banter 00:00:49 - GeoGuessr, CS:GO Cases & Homebuilding 00:24:10 - RIDGE! 00:28:00 - Tarkov Hardcore Updates 01:24:35 - CHUBBIES! 01:27:45 - More Hardcore Discussion 01:48:10 - Datamined Info Confusion 02:04:03 - Tarkov Kernal Level Anti-Cheat Check out JesseKazam Twitch: http://Twitch.tv/jessekazam YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/jessekazam Twitter: http://Twitter.com/jessekazam Discord: https://discord.gg/jessekazam Check out Veritas Twitch: http://Twitch.tv/Veritas YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@VeritasGames Twitter: http://twitter.com/veriitasgames Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/2S6iwClVoSNnpOcCzyMeUj Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Lauren and Russ are back from Pine Knob and buzzing with excitement! In this episode of the Beer'd Al Podcast, we're breaking down our unforgettable night seeing “Weird Al” Yankovic on the Bigger & Weirder Tour. From the VIP treatment (yes, we saw our hero up close!) to the high-energy setlist and Al's unbeatable stage presence, we cover it all. Hear our favorite moments, unexpected surprises, and why this tour feels like a victory lap for longtime fans. Whether you were there too or you're living vicariously through us, grab a beverage and let's talk Al!Check out our recap on YouTube, too! Beer'd Al is a delightful member of the OddPods media NetworkBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/beer-d-al-podcast--5439475/support.

Stay Doomed went to NYC! (No they did not make it to the Paley Center, sorry) There they say Weird Al at the garden! They wanted to share.  Check out the new discord!  https://discord.com/invite/Jr34y5BJGJ Have an idea for what Stay Doomed should cover next? Already seen the show and have a question or comment for us to read on the podcast?  Email us at TheStayDoomedShow@Gmail.com

Dave and Ethan welcome special guests Jeremy Samples, Will King, and Alison Parsons for a fun-filled breakdown of the June 17, 2025 show at the Fox Performing Arts Center in Riverside, CA from Weird Al's 2025 Bigger & Weirder tour! ABOUTSince 2019, Dave & Ethan's 2000″ Weird Al Podcast has covered all facets of the life, career, and fandom of “Weird Al” Yankovic. Hosted by Dave “Elvis” Rossi and Ethan Ullman, two Weird Al super fans, collectors, and historians - the podcast aims to spread the joy of Weird Al and his music while digging deep and learning from those who have worked with, or been inspired by, his work. LINKSFollow us on social media, Patreon, and more: https://linktr.ee/2000inchPast episodes available at WeirdAlPodcast.com PODCAST CREDITSIndependently produced, hosted, and created by Dave "Elvis" Rossi and Ethan UllmanCo-produced with Mike Minnick beginning in March 2025Theme song performed by the Grammy Award-Winning Jim "Kimo" WestPodcast logo designed by Heather Malone COPYRIGHT© 2019-2025 | Dave & Ethan's 2000" Weird Al Podcast

Seth and Sean dive back into the ever-evolving saga of Rafael Devers reportedly ghosting extra pregame 1st Base practice with Will Clark.

Seth and Sean see if anyone can dethrone the current champion Joy Taylor's based WNBA take in the first Take-a-mania in 2 weeks, discuss the Rafael Devers ghosting Will Clark for some extra pregame 1B practice getting weirder, lay out what excites them most about the Astros series vs the Rangers this weekend, and see what Lopez and Luke have for the question of the day.

Dave and Ethan welcome special guests Jon Katz, Will King, Alison Parsons, and Alicia Carney for a fun-filled breakdown of the third night of Weird Al's Las Vegas residency! Tune in as they dive into the June 15, 2025 show at The Venetian Theatre from Weird Al's 2025 Bigger & Weirder tour. ABOUTSince 2019, Dave & Ethan's 2000″ Weird Al Podcast has covered all facets of the life, career, and fandom of “Weird Al” Yankovic. Hosted by Dave “Elvis” Rossi and Ethan Ullman, two Weird Al super fans, collectors, and historians - the podcast aims to spread the joy of Weird Al and his music while digging deep and learning from those who have worked with, or been inspired by, his work. LINKSFollow us on social media, Patreon, and more: https://linktr.ee/2000inchPast episodes available at WeirdAlPodcast.com PODCAST CREDITSIndependently produced, hosted, and created by Dave "Elvis" Rossi and Ethan UllmanCo-produced with Mike Minnick beginning in March 2025Theme song performed by the Grammy Award-Winning Jim "Kimo" WestPodcast logo designed by Heather Malone COPYRIGHT© 2019-2025 | Dave & Ethan's 2000" Weird Al Podcast

And now, a diversion from the news.When Weird Al's debut single, "My Bologna," came out, there wasn't really a model for how a parody artist could have any longevity in their career. Yet Al's figured out how to stay popular for over four decades. Ahead of his summer "Bigger and Weirder" tour, he talks with Wild Card with Rachel Martin about staying weird as he ages, parenthood, and his devoted (some might say obsessive) fans.We'll be back in your feeds tomorrow with the weekly roundup.Learn more about sponsor message choices: podcastchoices.com/adchoicesNPR Privacy Policy

Trisha's most powerful manifestation finally came true... she met Gerard Way. But did the My Chemical Romance frontman run away in fear like fans speculated he would? Plus, JoJo Siwa's romance with Chris Hughes gets even weirder after the "Karma" singer exposes their relationship timeline. And Trish gets cast in 'Ma 2' as Octavia Spencer's enemy, SIS.

After his reporting about 24-year-old Jordon Hudson went viral, Pablo re-opens the door on Bill Belichick's personal and professional scandals, presenting Michael Cruz Kayne and Katie Nolan with more clues to unbox — including, but not limited to: the Avengers of geo-guessing, multiple (exclusive) Ring camera videos, two worried homeowners, a smoking gun, a sheer curtain, a man bag... and a five-star review. • Subscribe to "Casuals with Katie Nolan" https://www.iheart.com/podcast/269-casuals-with-katie-nolan-255227604/ • Listen to "Sorry for Your Loss" by Michael Cruz Kayne https://www.audible.com/pd/Sorry-for-Your-Loss-Audiobook/B0CGJSXSPF • Previously on PTFO: The Jordon Rules https://www.pablo.show/p/how-we-investigated-jordon Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

After his reporting about 24-year-old Jordon Hudson went viral, Pablo re-opens the door on Bill Belichick's personal and professional scandals, presenting Michael Cruz Kayne and Katie Nolan with more clues to unbox — including, but not limited to: the Avengers of geo-guessing, multiple (exclusive) Ring camera videos, two worried homeowners, a smoking gun, a sheer curtain, a man bag... and a five-star review. • Subscribe to "Casuals with Katie Nolan" https://www.iheart.com/podcast/269-casuals-with-katie-nolan-255227604/ • Listen to "Sorry for Your Loss" by Michael Cruz Kayne https://www.audible.com/pd/Sorry-for-Your-Loss-Audiobook/B0CGJSXSPF • Previously on PTFO: The Jordon Rules https://www.pablo.show/p/how-we-investigated-jordon Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Titus Podcast... SCREAM SANITY! For Christopher Titus tour dates, specials, and merch visit: https://www.christophertitus.com/ For Rachel Bradley tour dates and merch visit: https://www.rachelbradleycomedy.com/ For The Hylinder's music and merch visit: https://www.thewillingbureau.com   To advertise on our podcast, please reach out to sales@advertisecast.com or visit https://www.advertisecast.com/ChristopherTitusPodcast

After his reporting about 24-year-old Jordon Hudson went viral, Pablo re-opens the door on Bill Belichick's personal and professional scandals, presenting Michael Cruz Kayne and Katie Nolan with more clues to unbox — including, but not limited to: the Avengers of geo-guessing, multiple (exclusive) Ring camera videos, two worried homeowners, a smoking gun, a sheer curtain, a man bag... and a five-star review.• Subscribe to "Casuals with Katie Nolan"https://www.iheart.com/podcast/269-casuals-with-katie-nolan-255227604/• Listen to "Sorry for Your Loss" by Michael Cruz Kaynehttps://www.audible.com/pd/Sorry-for-Your-Loss-Audiobook/B0CGJSXSPF• Previously on PTFO: The Jordon Ruleshttps://www.pablo.show/p/how-we-investigated-jordon Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

After his reporting about 24-year-old Jordon Hudson went viral, Pablo re-opens the door on Bill Belichick's personal and professional scandals, presenting Michael Cruz Kayne and Katie Nolan with more clues to unbox — including, but not limited to: the Avengers of geo-guessing, multiple (exclusive) Ring camera videos, two worried homeowners, a smoking gun, a sheer curtain, a man bag... and a five-star review. • Subscribe to "Casuals with Katie Nolan" https://www.iheart.com/podcast/269-casuals-with-katie-nolan-255227604/ • Listen to "Sorry for Your Loss" by Michael Cruz Kayne https://www.audible.com/pd/Sorry-for-Your-Loss-Audiobook/B0CGJSXSPF • Previously on PTFO: The Jordon Rules https://www.pablo.show/p/how-we-investigated-jordon Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices