Podcasts about Wet

Die parlement het die werwing van 'n inligtingskommissaris en adjunk skielik opgeskort, wat die implementering van die Wet op Toegang tot Inligting verder vertraag. In 'n koerantkennisgewing vandeesweek is die staking bevestig. Kosmos 94.1 Nuus het met senior kommunikasie-dosent by Nust, dr. Rolf Santos gepraat.

Triathlon NZ is looking to identify and develop the next generation of Kiwi para-triathletes. The national body is ramping up efforts to discover and train up new talent, and they're hoping the Auckland Triathlon Festival will deliver plenty of choices. Triathlon NZ CEO Pete de Wet joined Piney to discuss. LISTEN ABOVESee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Jason Pine returns to recap a full day in the world of sport! Highlights for tonight include: Former Black Cap Scott Styris on the side losing to India in the T20 World Cup final. Central Districts bowler Brett Randell on his cricket hat-trick. Triathlon NZ CEO Pete de Wet on the hunt for the next generation of para-triathletes. Piney's power rankings! LISTEN ABOVESee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Episode #392 of DJ AsuraSunil's weekly Sunday Seven - the International Women's Day mixshow - is here!!! This week's show includes brand new tracks from **MISS TREZZ | Death By Love | Miss FD | Snowbeasts | Orange Sector (ft. Liz van den Akker) | NECRØ | Ayria** https://hearthis.at/asurasunil/dj-asurasunils-sunday-seven-mixshow-392-intl-womens-day-20260308 You'll find links to subscribe to the podcast version of my show on Apple Podcasts, Google Podcasts, TuneIn, etc on my Linktree at https://linktr.ee/asurasunil **You can also join me for my “I LIKE STUFF” live stream on Twitch at https://twitch.tv/djasurasunil every Monday night at 10:30pm WET / 5:30pm Eastern US / 4:30pm Central US / 2:30pm Pacific US** Spread the music!!! Please FAVORITE, REPOST, and SHARE it on all platforms!!! Comments are always welcome and appreciated! Tracklist: MISS TREZZ - FADE INTO THE BLACK Death By Love - In Unity Miss FD - Ocean of Sound Snowbeasts - Abuse Of Power (Hexmaschine Remix) Orange Sector (ft. Liz van den Akker) - Treat of Life (Rotoskop Club Remix) NECRØ - Hanged Man Ayria - Vicious World

Gary Sullivan chats with Teresa Britton, the vice president of marketing at Wet and Forget. They dive into the company's new products, including the Wet and Forget Outdoor Max and Wet and Forget Outdoor Spaces. Teresa shares the benefits of these products, such as their bleach-free formula and easy one-step application. They discuss how these products can help homeowners tackle outdoor cleaning tasks, from cleaning roofs to windows and patio furniture. With a focus on making outdoor cleaning easier and more efficient, this conversation is a must-listen for anyone looking to spruce up their outdoor space.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

This hour of At Home with Gary Sullivan covers various home improvement topics, including mold and mildew removal, cleaning products, and DIY projects. Gary takes calls from listeners, offering advice on how to tackle common household issues, such as cleaning outdoor furniture and removing mold from bathroom caulk. He also discusses the importance of ventilation and air quality in the home, and recommends products like Easy Breathe and Wet and Forget. Additionally, Gary talks to Teresa from Wet and Forget about their new products and services, including their outdoor cleaning solutions.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Gary Sullivan chats with Teresa Britton, the vice president of marketing at Wet and Forget. They dive into the company's new products, including the Wet and Forget Outdoor Max and Wet and Forget Outdoor Spaces. Teresa shares the benefits of these products, such as their bleach-free formula and easy one-step application. They discuss how these products can help homeowners tackle outdoor cleaning tasks, from cleaning roofs to windows and patio furniture. With a focus on making outdoor cleaning easier and more efficient, this conversation is a must-listen for anyone looking to spruce up their outdoor space.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

This hour of At Home with Gary Sullivan covers various home improvement topics, including mold and mildew removal, cleaning products, and DIY projects. Gary takes calls from listeners, offering advice on how to tackle common household issues, such as cleaning outdoor furniture and removing mold from bathroom caulk. He also discusses the importance of ventilation and air quality in the home, and recommends products like Easy Breathe and Wet and Forget. Additionally, Gary talks to Teresa from Wet and Forget about their new products and services, including their outdoor cleaning solutions.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Die 2021 Wet op Finansiële Instellings en Markte, bekend as FIMA, word nou gefinaliseer. Die wet het opslae gemaak oor die pensioen bewaringsbepaling wat nou amptelik uitgelaat is uit die wetgewing. Kenneth Matomala, die hoofuitvoerende beampte van Namfisa, het met die regeringsinligting sentrum gesels oor die stand van die wetgewing wat nou geïmplementeer moet word.

Despite a strong start to California's wet season, the snowpack remains below average, which could mean less water available for summer irrigation, and a new 10% U.S. tariff on goods from around the world took effect last Tuesday.

Cosatu verwelkom 'n boete van 358-miljoen Suid-Afrikaanse rand wat die Gedragsowerheid van die Finansiële Sektor aan 'n voormalige direkteur van Steinhoff, Stephanus Johannes Grobler opgelê het. 'n Ondersoek deur die owerheid het bevind Grobler het die Wet op Finansiële Markte oortree, veral rakende bepalings wat die regstreekse of onregstreekse vervaardiging of publikasie van vals, misleidende of bedrieglike verklarings verbied. Matthew Parks van Cosatu sê dit is 'n langverwagte oorwinning:

Reaksie word ontvang op 'n video wat op sosiale media sirkuleer van 'n pa van Swakopmund wat sy agtjarige seun met sy vuiste aanrand. Hy het die kind ook aan die nek en arms gegryp. Die 36-jarige verdagte sal na verwagting vandag in die dorp se landdroshof verskyn. Hy staar aanklagte ingevolge die Wet op Kindersorg en Beskerming, asook aanranding met die doel om ernstig te beseer in die gesig. Kosmos 94.1 Nuus het reaksie gekry by die direkteur van Civic 264, Ethne Mudge.

Dit is aflevering 146 van Licht op Legal. In deze podcast gaat Marjolijn van Deventer, advocaat Arbeidsrecht en MfN-mediator bij Van Benthem & Keulen, in op de Wet toelating terbeschikkingstelling van arbeidskrachten (WTTA). De WTTA treedt per 1 januari 2027 in werking en brengt fundamentele veranderingen met zich mee voor de uitzend- en detacheringsmarkt.De WTTA zorgt ervoor dat de markt voor arbeidsbemiddeling transparanter en eerlijker wordt, en dat alleen betrouwbare uitleners personeel mogen aanbieden aan inleners.Organisaties mogen straks alleen nog personeel inlenen van uitleners met een officiële toelating (vergunning) om arbeidskrachten ter beschikking te mogen stellen.De WTTA heeft dan ook grote gevolgen voor zowel inleners als uitleners. Wat betekent dat in de praktijk? En hoe bereid je je hier als organisatie op voor? In deze aflevering van Licht op Legal vertelt Marjolijn hoe de WTTA in elkaar zit en waarom de wetgever heeft besloten dit nieuwe stelsel in te voeren.Vervolgens bespreekt Marjolijn voor wie de WTTA geldt, welke uitzonderingen er bestaan en hoe het nieuwe toelatingsstelsel precies werkt. Ook vertelt zij welke data relevant zijn en hoe een goede voorbereiding op de WTTA er uit ziet. Zij sluit de podcast af met praktische tips voor bedrijfsjuristen die te maken hebben met het in- of uitlenen van personeel. Wilt u meer informatie over dit onderwerp? Neem dan contact op met Marjolijn van Deventer.Heeft u suggesties voor een onderwerp of wilt u dat onze experts hun licht laten schijnen op uw juridische vraagstuk? Mail ons via lichtoplegal@vbk.nl. Licht op Legal kunt u via onze website, Spotify, Apple Podcasts of uw eigen favoriete podcastapp beluisteren.Dit is een podcast van Van Benthem & Keulen. U vindt ons op:vbk.nlLinkedInFacebookInstagram Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Michael Ray Bower: Some listeners reached out to Donkeylips himself to record a cameo for your boys at Jim and Them. Donkeylips likes what we do but also thinks we are lowlifes because he likes Corey?Michael Jordan: Why is Michael Jordan rubbing that little kid's butt at the Daytona 500? Also more and more sober people are being arrested for DUI.Doordash Delivery Chaos: A food delivery driver is busted putting his shoes on peoples' food. A lady foolishly says she didn't get her delivery at her job and Jim has tales of being Chaotic Good while delivering food. Also some TikTok classics like Daredevil Deb, bad Improv Group and RozTHE BEAR!, FUCK YOU WATCH THIS!, MICHAEL JACKSON!, BILLIE JEAN!, DONKEY LIPS!, SALUTE YOUR SHORTS!, MICHAEL RAY BOWER!, DABBLEVERSE!, CHARACTER!, THE BOY BLUE!, ICP!, BIGGEST FANS!, E-BEGGING!, CAMEO!, POGATS!, SCHIZ NASTY!, KRUSTY THE CLOWN ERA!, SALUTE THE SHORTS!, BUDNICK!, UG!, DONKEYLIPS!, NICKELODEON!, CAMEO!, GET A JOB!, FENCE SITTER!, PICK A SIDE!, MICHAEL JORDAN!, DAYTONA 500!, LITTLE KID!, BUTT!, FUCK ICE!, RUB DOWN!, MEMORY HOLE!, WET!, EPSTEIN FILES!, DRACULA!, WOLFMAN!, MONSTERS!, YN!, ARRESTED!, DUI!, SOBER!, SOBRIETY TEST!, JEFF BIT!, ARRESTED!, ASPERGER'S!, AUTISTIC!, SOBERING PROBLEM!, FAILED!, BREATHALYZER!, BLOOD TEST!, ADD!, MEDICATION!, DOORDASH DRIVER!, MONSTER DELIVERY PERSON!, PUT DOWN!, SHOES!, FOOD!, BUSTED!, JOB!, WORK!, DIDN'T GET FOOD!, BUSTED!, CONFRONTED!, PASSIVE AGRESSIVE!, ICE COLD!, AC!, WATER DOWN MOUNTAIN DEW!, BLACK LADY BONNET!, DAREDEVIL DEB!, FALLING!, COMEDY CLUB!, STUNTS!, IMPROV!, VIRAL!, BAD!, REALLY BAD!, CRINGE!, ROZ!, WEIRDOS!, NEIGHBORS!, DRUGS!, LONELY!, BALLOONS!, ALEVE! You can find the videos from this episode at our Discord RIGHT HERE!

Wet and dry conditions require completely different driving techniques, yet many kart drivers — and parents — approach them the same way.In this episode of the Kart Class Podcast, 18-time Australian Champion David Sera explains the key differences between wet and dry karting, and what drivers must change in their driving to stay fast, confident, and in control.You'll learn why grip behaves differently in the wet, how steering, braking, and throttle inputs must adapt, and why drivers who understand wet conditions early often gain a huge advantage over their competition.In this episode, we cover:The fundamental differences between wet and dry gripHow driving technique must change in wet conditionsCommon mistakes drivers make when it rainsWhy limiting wheelspin matters more in the wetWhat parents should look for when conditions changeThis episode is ideal for cadet, junior, and senior kart drivers, as well as parents who want to better understand why lap times, lines, and driving styles change when the track is wet.If your driver struggles when conditions change — or wants to turn wet races into an opportunity — this episode will give you the clarity and understanding needed to adapt quickly.Any questions? Drop us a Message!To learn more about what Home – Kart Class has to offer be sure to visit our site.Want to watch the podcast episode instead? Follow us on Youtube hereYou can join us at Instagram here to see the latest tips.

CapeTalk’s Sara-Jayne Makwala King (in for Clarence Ford) is joined by , Sherie de Wet, Founder and CEO of Palesa Reusable Pads Views and News with Clarence Ford is the mid-morning show on CapeTalk. This 3-hour long programme shares and reflects a broad array of perspectives. It is inspirational, passionate and positive. Host Clarence Ford’s gentle curiosity and dapper demeanour leave listeners feeling motivated and empowered. Known for his love of jazz and golf, Clarrie covers a range of themes including relationships, heritage and philosophy. Popular segments include Barbs’ Wire at 9:30am (Mon-Thurs) and The Naked Scientist at 9:30 on Fridays. Thank you for listening to a podcast from Views & News with Clarence Ford Listen live on Primedia+ weekdays between 09:00 and 12:00 (SA Time) to Views and News with Clarence Ford broadcast on CapeTalk https://buff.ly/NnFM3Nk For more from the show go to https://buff.ly/erjiQj2 or find all the catch-up podcasts here https://buff.ly/BdpaXRn Subscribe to the CapeTalk Daily and Weekly Newsletters https://buff.ly/sbvVZD5 Follow us on social media: CapeTalk on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/CapeTalk CapeTalk on TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@capetalk CapeTalk on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/ CapeTalk on X: https://x.com/CapeTalk CapeTalk on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@CapeTalk567See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Episode #391 of DJ AsuraSunil's weekly Sunday Seven mixshow is here!!! This week's show includes brand new tracks from **SINE | Sydney Valette | HEX CRIME | j:dead | spankthenun | VEXAGON | TeknoVore** https://hearthis.at/asurasunil/dj-asurasunils-sunday-seven-mixshow-391-20260301 You'll find links to subscribe to the podcast version of my show on Apple Podcasts, Google Podcasts, TuneIn, etc on my Linktree at https://linktr.ee/asurasunil **You can also join me for my “I LIKE STUFF” live stream on Twitch at https://twitch.tv/djasurasunil every Monday night at 10:30pm WET / 5:30pm Eastern US / 4:30pm Central US / 2:30pm Pacific US** Spread the music!!! Please FAVORITE, REPOST, and SHARE it on all platforms!!! Comments are always welcome and appreciated! Tracklist: SINE - Sunday Seven Intro SINE - Blood + Wine Sydney Valette - Prêt-à-Mourir 2 HEX CRIME - EMPTY j:dead - Who Knows spankthenun - No Further Requests (87) VEXAGON - Survivor TeknoVore - Coercion

Wat als langdurig verzuim in jouw bedrijf niet alleen een HR-kwestie is, maar een spiegel van je leiderschap? Veel ondernemers hopen dat het hen bespaard blijft. Tot die ene medewerker maanden uitvalt en ineens deadlines, wetgeving en spanningen samenkomen. In de nieuwste aflevering van de Female Leaders Podcast spreekt Maartje Blijleven met Silke Barkmann, oprichter van Mensen & Verzuim. Een ondernemer die laat zien dat mensgericht leiderschap en strategische scherpte perfect samen kunnen gaan.Van stem geven naar verzuimexpert Silke's ondernemersverhaal begon niet met een businessplan, maar met een gevoel. Twintig jaar geleden merkte ze hoe medewerkers in organisaties vaak geen stem hadden. Ze startte een ondernemingsraad en ontdekte waar haar kracht lag: mensen zien, horen en verbinden. In de aflevering vertelt ze hoe die lijn uiteindelijk leidde tot Mensen & Verzuim, waarmee ze MKB-organisaties in Limburg begeleidt bij langdurig verzuim en HR-uitdagingen.Wat haar aanpak uniek maakt, is haar positie. “Ik sta niet onder een directeur en niet boven een medewerker. Ik sta ernaast.” Juist die onafhankelijke rol maakt het mogelijk om werkgever en werknemer samen naar een duurzame oplossing te begeleiden.Wat ondernemers vaak over het hoofd zien Een belangrijk inzicht uit het gesprek is dat veel ondernemers het beste voor hebben met hun team, maar de impact van hun woorden onderschatten. Een zieke medewerker confronteren met omzetdruk of projectstress kan meer schade doen dan gedacht. Kleine dingen maken verschil. Gerichte waardering. Oprechte aandacht. Cultuur als preventie.Silke ziet in de praktijk dat ze vaak pas wordt ingeschakeld wanneer een medewerker al bijna een jaar ziek is. Terwijl de Wet verbetering poortwachter al na zes weken actie vereist. Haar boodschap is helder: wacht niet tot het te laat is. Goed leiderschap betekent ook op tijd hulp inschakelen.Het kantelpunt: van hoofd naar hart Misschien wel het krachtigste moment uit de aflevering is haar persoonlijke omslagpunt. Ze bouwde eerder een strategisch bedrijf onder de naam Structuur & Groei. Een rationeel gekozen model met terugkerende omzet. Tot ze merkte dat het niet meer klopte. De echte energie voelde ze toen ze weer inhoudelijk meedacht over verzuim. “Mijn omslagpunt lag in meer voelen en minder denken.”Die keuze vroeg lef. Ze stond op het punt om te stoppen. Maar juist door te blijven, door vertrouwen te houden, draait haar agenda nu voller dan ooit. Een les die iedere ambitieuze ondernemer herkent: succes zit niet in een rechte lijn omhoog, maar in doorzetten wanneer het schuurt.Zichtbaarheid en netwerk als groeiversneller Hoewel Silke een marketingachtergrond heeft en jarenlang actief was op LinkedIn, blijkt haar grootste groeimotor het netwerk. Door kwalitatief werk te leveren en relaties warm te houden, ontstaat zichtbaarheid die verder gaat dan social media. Haar focus voor dit jaar is helder: duurzame groei bij Limburgse MKB-organisaties, met oog voor kwaliteit boven snelheid.Halverwege de aflevering benadrukt ze het belang van gelijkgestemden. De Female Leaders Club speelt daarin een cruciale rol. Sparren, successen delen, elkaar beter maken. Groei hoeft niet alleen.Wil je het hele gesprek horen?Beluister aflevering 84 van de Female Leaders Podcast met Silke Barkmann via Spotify of https://femaleleadersclub.nl/podcastOver de Female Leaders ClubDé community voor succesvolle vrouwelijke ondernemers die niet alleen dromen van groei en impact, maar het ook waarmaken. Wij geloven in ‘lift as you grow'. Wil je meer weten over onze missie en events? Bekijk dan de website: https://femaleleadersclub.nlZelf een keer te gast zijn in de podcast?We interviewen alleen vrouwen die verder zijn in hun ondernemerschap of leiderschap. Ben jij dat?Aanmelden kan via: https://femaleleadersclub.nl/podcastMeer weten over Silke Barkmann?Ga naar structuurgroei.nl voor meer informatie over haar werk.

We built a new Tunnel house around Christmas – meaning: we were far too late with our summer crop – just a few plants waited patiently in their pots to be put in the new facility and yes… they are having a go. Relative warmth in February, March and April gives them ability to grow fruit well into autumn and when they are inside glass houses or tunnel houses they'll even carry on in early winter. (that's the situation in Canterbury) In warmer areas it is usually a lot easier to keep on going; Auckland was a great place to keep the climbers on track. A Sunny patch in the vegetable garden is probably one of the most important contributing factors. Six or even more hours a day is needed to keep it all going. This year has been a pain – everything needs adjustment. In our garden everything is late. But planting sizable tomatoes in early January is rather ridiculous… But there are some things you can do to get some crops in late summer. It is important to trim the bottom new side shoots and let air circulate as much as possible. Trim off he yellow leaves too. This is what it looks like after trimming. The air movement reduces relative humidity and that allows the leaves below to dry much quicker. No fungal troubles ahead! Keep on removing the “laterals” that form in between the new leaves – laterals attempt to make more and more side shoots, but too many of them result in too many small fruits all over the plants. We had to plant our late tomatoes in excellent soil that looked and acted like compost-rich material. This allowed a quick and useful, fertile soil around the main stalk. This in itself made the roots grow fast and in all sorts of directions. Every week or 10 days I made sure that the plants were well watered with a decent amount of water over the plant's area of growth. Nitrophoska Blue is a brilliant complex of fertilizer in the form of a granular mixture. When plants are watered the granules are slowly released and deposited around the root zone. Every 2 days I aim to gently water the plants; not too much… just keeping up with the liquid fertiliser which allows the tomatoes to grow new, deep-green leaves and healthy new fruits. My secret is SeaWeed Tea from Wet and Forget. I dilute the Seaweed Tea in the watering can (or an old plastic drinking bottle) to make the liquid look like a week tea. The brilliant trick is to water the plants and root zones every 2 days or so and add some liquid fertiliser at the same time. The tomatoes will reward you with great, tasty fruit while growing with Vapour Trails, so to speak. That means keeping an eye on the density of foliage, which needs to be trimmed regularly – give the plants space! LISTEN ABOVESee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Brad Beeler, author of Tell Me Everything and retired Secret Service agent who has conducted more criminal polygraphs than anyone in the agency’s history, was clearing a house on a search warrant when he came across two dogs: a pitbull and a Chihuahua. His focus locked on the pitbull. The stereotype. The threat. Meanwhile, the Chihuahua circled behind him and jumped up, latching onto him right between the legs while his partner stood there laughing. We assign horns and halos fast. Brad learned that lesson with dogs. You learn it every time a prospect shuts down before you finish your introduction. Horns mean danger. Hurtful. Someone here to take from me. Halo means safe. Helpful. On my side. Over 25 years of getting people to confess to federal crimes, Brad discovered something powerful: the same instincts that get hardened criminals to talk work in conference rooms. The techniques that break through with people who have every reason to lie also work on prospects who have every reason to brush you off. Because in both environments, trust determines everything. Why Building Trust With Prospects Is Harder Than You Think Your brain’s been running this horns-and-halos program for 300,000 years. When something rustled in the bushes, you made a split-second decision: climb a tree or fight. That quick judgment kept you alive. The moment you walk into a prospect meeting, their brain assigns you horns automatically. You are the salesperson. The interruption. The person asking for their budget. In their mind, you represent risk before you ever speak. It happens on cold calls. You say, “Hi, this is…” and they are already calculating how to end the conversation. On discovery calls. In demos. At conferences when you introduce yourself. Every single time. You are fighting ancient wiring every time you engage a buyer. So what can you control? The first 90 seconds. How to Build Trust in the First 90 Seconds We remember first impressions and last impressions. In most meetings, it begins and ends with a handshake. Brad puts antiperspirant on his right hand. He warms his hands before entering a room. He holds eye contact for one second. Faces the person straight on. Slows his pace. Lowers his tone. It sounds mechanical. But every one of these micro-decisions either confirms horns or begins to build a halo. Wet handshake? You’re nervous, unprepared, not confident in what you’re selling. Avoiding eye contact? You’re hiding something or you don’t believe in your own pitch. Talking too fast? You’re trying to get something past them before they catch on. When you control these variables, people’s guard comes down faster. You’re giving their brain evidence that maybe, just maybe, you’re not the threat they assumed you were. The Trust-Building Technique Most Salespeople Get Wrong Brad would sit across from murder suspects and open with one line: “I need you to help me understand.” Humans are hardwired to explain. When you position yourself as the learner, something shifts. They become the expert. Their guard drops. They start talking. Most salespeople walk in ready to educate. Your deck. Your case studies. Your demo. You’re there to prove you know their problems better than they do. Sometimes that works. But think about what it communicates: “I already know what’s wrong with your business. I just need you to agree with me and sign here.” Instead, try: “Walk me through what happens when your team processes a new order.” “Help me understand how you’re handling onboarding right now.” “What’s your biggest bottleneck?” Invert the dynamic. You’re not there to impress them. You’re there to learn from them. Once buyers start explaining their world, they reveal what matters. The workaround their team built. The spreadsheet that breaks every month. The process leadership thinks is automated but is completely manual. That’s the information that moves your deal forward. How to Build Rapport Before the Real Conversation Starts Before interrogating two suspects, Brad bought them food. Popeyes for one. McDonald’s for the other. Twenty-two dollars total. The next day, the woman’s on a jail call: “Yeah, they got me with the McDonald’s. That’s why I confessed.” It was not about the food. It was about comfort. Lowering the guard. Creating what Brad calls a confessional environment where people feel safe telling the truth. You’re probably not buying prospects lunch before your first call. But the principle still applies. Show up five minutes early so they don’t feel rushed. Ask about their weekend before diving into business. Acknowledge that you know their time is valuable. Turn your camera off if they seem uncomfortable on video. Send the agenda beforehand so there are no surprises. These are small friction eliminators. They signal: I’m not here to ambush you. I’m not trying to catch you off guard. We’re having a conversation, not a pitch. The prospect who feels safe tells you what’s really going on. The prospect who feels ambushed gives you the corporate line and ends the call early. What Happens When You Actually Build Trust With Buyers When buyers move you from horns to halo, everything changes. They stop filtering their answers. They tell you what keeps them up at night. They admit where the process breaks. They share internal pressure you would never see in a polished demo. I’ve watched this play out hundreds of times. The rep who asks better questions closes more deals than the rep with the better demo. The rep who makes prospects comfortable gets to real problems faster than the rep with the perfect pitch. Brad spent 25 years getting people to confess to federal crimes. He still warms up his hands before handshakes. Still slows his speech. Still positions himself as someone who needs to learn. Why? Because building trust isn’t about personality or natural charisma. It’s about technique. These methods work because they’re based on how humans actually operate, not how we wish they operated. And when buyers tell you the truth, you can actually help them. — Download our free Sales EQ Book Club Guide to master the emotional intelligence skills that help you read prospects and close more deals.

This bonus content is a reading from Platypus, the CASTAC Blog. The full post by Rachel Lim can be read at https://blog.castac.org/2026/02/there-is-a-climate-emergency-and-its-called-colonialism/. About the post: In this piece, author and artivist Rachel Lim highlights how the climate crisis is not a sudden "emergency" but the cumulative result of centuries of colonial dispossession and extraction. Lim critiques "crisis language," noting it often sidelines Indigenous sovereignty and favors capitalist expansion over genuine accountability. By drawing on academic scholarship and solidarity work with land defenders from the Wet'suwet'en to the Amazon, Lim highlights how "green transitions" can replicate colonial violence if they ignore Indigenous jurisdiction. The piece serves as a call to move beyond fear-driven rhetoric toward a framework of reciprocity and history. Accompanied by Lim's illustration, "Rooted in Our Heart," the article demands that climate action addresses colonialism as its root cause to achieve true justice.

Foltering, oorlogsmisdrijven, genocide en misdrijven tegen de menselijkheid: het zijn gruweldaden die vaak ver weg lijken, maar ook in Nederland worden berecht. In deze aflevering van TogaTalks gaat Jady Cadogan in gesprek met Jacco Snoeijer, strafrechter bij de rechtbank Den Haag en lid van de WIM-kamer: de gespecialiseerde kamer die zich bezighoudt met de Wet internationale misdrijven.Jacco en Jady bespreken de vier kernmisdrijven uit de wet, het verschil tussen genocide en misdrijven tegen de menselijkheid, en waarom deze feiten niet verjaren. Ook komt de universele rechtsmacht aan bod: het principe dat Nederland verdachten kan berechten die zich hier bevinden, zodat internationale misdrijven niet onbestraft blijven. Ook komen praktijkvoorbeelden aan bod. Tijdpad van de aflevering (00:57) – Inwerkingtreding van de WIM(01:06) – Exclusieve bevoegdheid van de rechtbank Den Haag(04:43) – De vier kernmisdrijven(05:04) – Oorlogsmisdrijven(06:56) – Toepassing van het reguliere Nederlandse strafprocesrecht in WIM-zaken (inclusief hoger beroep)(07:16) – Foltering(07:37) – Misdrijven tegen de menselijkheid(09:42) – Genocide(11:03) – Geen verjaring bij internationale misdrijven(13:23) – Universele rechtsmacht(18:22) – Bewijsproblematiek(25:18) – De groeiende nationale vervolging van internationale misdrijven in EuropaDe sponsor van deze aflevering is podcast SSR Meestervertellers: een podcasttip voor wie geïnteresseerd is in de rechterlijke organisatie en wat daar echt speelt. Stukjes van het gesprek op beeld zijn te zien op de Instagram en TikTokpagina van Jady: @JadyCadogan. Ook heeft TogaTalks een eigen Instagrampagina @PodcastTogatalks.

Personal Trainer & Online Coaches... listen and watch... In this episode of the Push Pull Legs Podcast, Dan and Tom dive deep into the state of the fitness industry, specifically why so many running coaches and fitness professionals are failing their clients with pretty poor strength training. We discuss the "GPP" (General Physical Preparation) gap and why lifting heavy tin is non-negotiable for athletes... even if you're just a hobbyist hitting the gym to get fit. We also tackle the "Melt Phone Culture" at live events and a very serious debate on the best way to cook a potato (spoiler: Fondant vs. Dauphinoise is a heated battle). If you want to build a successful online coaching business, you need to stop parroting influencers and start developing critical thinking. We talk about finding your niche, holding a strong coaching belief, and why "it depends" is often just an excuse for not having a plan.   Key Moments & Timestamps 0:00 – Life-changing pesto & the egg-topping experiment. 3:53 – Being spontaneous: Cirque du Soleil and "Freakish Strength." 7:46 – Why filming at concerts is a waste of your life. 11:59 – Winning at Ro-Bots & the "Average Person" Hyrox debate. 15:16 – The Ultimate Potato Variety Debate (Dauphinoise, Fondant, & Anna). 23:37 – Using leaderboards to drive elite performance. 27:15 – Why Running Coaches get Strength Training wrong. 33:18 – Developing a Coaching Identity: Stop being "Wet" on the fence. 43:53 – Weekly Recommendations: The Illusion of Choice & Will Tennyson If you want to work with me in ANY WAY... 121, Group, Free Stuff The links are below. Stay Connected: ✅ Subscribe for weekly fitness news and coaching education.

Die Hooggeregshof in Pretoria het vandag gelas die instel van die Wet op Nasionale Gesondheidsversekering moet onmiddelik opgeskort word. Solidariteit het die aansoek ingedien. Woordvoerder Theuns du Buisson, verwelkom die stap en sê die voorlopige opskorting sal van krag bly tot die Konstitusionele Hof uitspraak lewer oor die wet se ondertekening in 2024:

An April Fools Prank Goes Awry.By SilverFoxMullet.Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.Spring break was just that, a break. My leg, actually.When I went home to Ottawa for spring break, I met up with a few of my old high school buds, and we took a day trip to the Quebec side for some skiing at one of the nearby hills, north of Ottawa. Mid-gafternoon, I hit a patch of ice and went down hard. It was quite a day for falls, as the hills were pretty icy this late in the season. I tried to get up, but my right ankle hurt like a bitch. None of my friends had stopped, as we were all falling a lot today, they just assumed I would get up and follow them.“Aw fuck!” I groaned. I lay there in the snow for a few minutes, until someone slid to a stop next to me.“Hey, are you all right?” the guy asks.“No, I hurt my ankle. Fuck.”“Don’t move it, I’ll find the ski patrol. Hang on.” He skied away to get help.30 seconds later another guy stopped. Same question. "Hey are you all right?“"I think I sprained my ankle. There was a guy here a minute ago, he said he’d send the ski patrol.”The guy turned and looked around, then waved and yelled “Ici! Over here! Vien! Here they are.”Two guys in red jackets stopped and asked what’s wrong. This other guy said “Good luck!” to me, and skied away, as I recounted the fall and my symptoms. The ski patrol guys were great, they radioed for a stretcher and 20 minutes later they’re loading me into an ambulance. The rest of the day was a lot of waiting, x-rays, and paperwork. The local hospital had a seasonal trauma unit for all the ski injuries, and they’re used to dealing with the inter-provincial healthcare.I called my Dad, who said he’d fetch me from the hospital, then called my buddies who were still in the chalet . He told them to go home without me. They commiserated and said they’d drop by my house tomorrow and see how I was doing.I eventually got a cast on my right leg. It spanned from my toes to my mid-thigh. I was issued a pair of crutches, and a whole ream of instructions (in both French and English of course) about what to do and what not to do. My Dad showed up somewhere during this tedious process and reassured me everything would be fine.We got home really late, after stopping at a pharmacy for pain meds, and stopping for takeout, damn I was hungry by then. I was asleep in minutes after I took one of those pills after getting home.Next morning, I had to take another pill, damn leg was throbbing like mad. I had to learn how to negotiate using the toilet with crutches, fuck, that’s pain in the arse. Then I had to figure out how to shower. They gave me a shower bag for the cast but I couldn’t get the damn thing on by myself. Mom was trying to be motherly (naturally) but I was way too embarrassed to be seen naked in front of her. My Dad was a trooper, he helped me with all the bathroom stuff, and I got my shower Okay.I wasn’t going to be able to drive for a while, so my folks said they’d drive me back to school in Toronto. I could come home by bus and get my car once I was able to drive. Great.“Actually, if I could have my car on campus, one of my buddies could drive me around. None of the other guys have a car.” Not that my rattly old car was much of a ride, but it got us from A to B.“Okay” my Dad says, “Your mother can drive you there, and I’ll follow in your car, then we’ll drive back together.”“Awesome, sounds like a plan!”The rest of the day my parents helped me work out how to deal with the cast and crutches and take care of personal stuff by myself, like getting dressed, showering, shaving (yeah, ever try to balance on one foot to shave? fuckin hell), and using the toilet. My mom went shopping and bought me a bunch of baggy sweat pants, something that would go over my cast.My old friends dropped by with some hard coolers the next day, thinking it would cheer me up; but I had to pass on those due to the meds I was on. They laughed at me and drank it all, themselves. We all had a good laugh about my predicament, and they wished me luck at college. Gonna need it, eh?Then it was time to head back to school. I’d been texting and calling my buddies at school, told them the whole idiot story of my misadventures. They laughed at me big time, and of course they worried about their ride, what was gonna happen to my car? I told them about the arrangements and they were happy that it would still be available.The drive to school was really tedious, seemed to last forever, because it was so fricking uncomfortable to sit there with that stiff cast on. They got me and my stuff into my room in the dorm, and said their good-byes. I was so happy that I was on the first floor! No stairs here but there were stairs all over campus. Sure, there’s elevators everywhere but I didn’t know where most of them were.First order of business, I gotta pee after that road trip. I used the big accessible stall in the bathroom, that was great. Grab bars, lots of room, it really was made for this kind of thing. Easier than the bathroom at home, that’s for sure.I was the butt of a lot of jokes and shit for the first few days, but otherwise it was fine. Down in the dining hall I spotted someone else who’d had a fun spring break. There was a girl with her whole arm in a cast, like from shoulder to wrist, with the elbow bent at 90 degrees. I wondered what happened to her. Skiing too I supposed. My buddies said we’d make a great couple and told me to go ask her out. No way, dudes, not gonna happen. I can’t talk to girls, I always get freaked out and clam up.The end of March rolled around, and I still had weeks to go before getting my cast off. There was a party on Saturday night, and I was weaning off the strong meds by now so I could have a few drinks. My floor mates were getting me drinks, too; so I ended up having a few more than I would normally have. I was feeling buzzed by the end of the night.One of the guys suddenly showed up with a wheelchair. "Robbo! we got you some wheels, man!“"Where’d you steal that from?” I asked, a little dubious about the idea of them scamming someone’s chair.“No-No, totally not stolen, we got it for you from the Red Cross. It’s legit, dude!”“All right! Let’s check out my new ride then!” I hopped over and settled into the chair. They adjusted the footrest out for me and one of them took my crutches, and they started wheeling me away. "Where we goin?“ I asked."It’s a surprise.” says one of them, and then pull a pillowcase down over my head so I can’t see where we’re going. When I try to pull the covering off, they stopped me, and then the started grabbing my arms & duct taping them to the chair’s armrests. We were outside by now, and I started yelling, until they taped the pillowcase tight against my mouth, to muff my yelling. Now I was getting pissed, but there’s not much I could do, except literally ride this out.They laughed and giggled and make goofy jokes as they wheeled me around campus. Eventually, I had no idea where I am, and it suddenly strikes me that it was now April 1st. The alcoholic buzz is wearing off fast under the rush of my adrenaline and anger, and I wondered what kind of demented nightmare game they’ve come up with.I heard more laughing, girls this time, and they make whispered comments back and forth with the guys. I m now in a building, but I had no clue where. My chair was pushed around some more, bumping into stuff, and then a body is dumped in my lap, then they yanked the duct tape off the pillowcase and I can again my mouth. The room is pitch black. The giggling and laughing is cut off by the slamming of a door, and everything goes quiet.I think there’s a girl in my lap, or a small, really nice smelling guy with long hair. She’s quiescent, asleep or passed out, pressed against my chest.“Hey. Hey, wake up.” I said.No response, she’s just sitting there, draped over my lap. She’s warm and breathing, so it’s not a manikin or something. I wondered if she’s okay.I started to shift a bit, can’t use my arms because they’re taped down, but I try to shake her awake with my rocking shoulders. It didn’t work, and now I’m afraid that if I move too much she’ll fall off onto the floor.“Hey, uh, miss, wake up.” louder. She’s out of it. I turn my head to the side so I’m not yelling in her ear and holler “Hey, enough crap, let me out of here!” Silence reigns. Well, fuck. Now what?‘Now what’. Then the fire alarm starts blaring. It startles the heck out of me, but still isn’t enough to wake the girl.  I heard loud commotion in the halls for about 30 seconds, but then suddenly there is silence. Fuck, this is getting serious. What if it’s a real fire? No, no way, it's April 1st now, gotta be a prank. I’ll just wait for her to wake up, and we’ll get out of here. My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I began to see faint outlines of what is probably a maintenance closet or storage room.The alarm rings for an annoyingly long time. 15 minutes I guess, I dunno, but it seems interminable. And I need to pee now. When the alarm finally stops the need to pee gets more insistent. I shifted uncomfortably under the weight of my passenger. Her hip is pressed up against my groin, adding to the struggle of my urge to piss.More time passes, and damn, I gotta go bad, now. I’m gonna wet myself, and her too, if I don’t get out of here right now. I’ve tried speaking to her, yelling, shaking her, and then there was another alarm that went on and on. She just isn’t gonna wake up. Did those morons drug her or something?I’m desperate now. “Come on, sleeping beauty, wake up!” Sleeping beauty? Yeah, fine, I’ll try that before I piss all over her. I think a girl would be slightly less angry about a stolen kiss than wet pants. So I seek her mouth. There was a little light coming in under the door, but suddenly that light went out, and only a faint intermittent light glowed. Oh, crap! That would be the emergency exit lighting. I eventually bumped my faced against her nose, then lowered a bit and kissed her, probably a little too hard for a wakeup smooch, cause I'm dying’ here, gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee.She’s got nice soft lips, really quite kissable, and I kinda wished she was awake and under different circumstances. I kissed her again, even harder. No response. I try again, this time I let my tongue do the talking, and I push into her mouth. Helluva way to experience my own first tongue-kiss . Finally, she stirred & turned into the kiss.Surprised, I pull back, and say “Oh thank god you’re awake, help me up!”She startled, yelping at me, “Who are you?!”“Help me, please, I’m gonna piss my pants! Untie me!”In the dim red glow of an exit sign I finally saw her face. She’s kinda cute, not particularly pretty, and she has a cast on her right arm. It’s the girl I saw in the dining hall a few times.“Hurry!" I pleaded.She struggled off me, and stood. Where the hell did you take me! she demanded.I told her that we were both abducted by campus hooligans and locked in some storage room, but I didn t know which building. Then I said; But I gotta pee right now and my leg is in a cast, and I m bound to this wheelchair.She felt the tape on my wrists. It's slow going for her to undo the tape with her one weak hand, the way she’s pulling at it, she’s obviously not left handed.I’m not gonna make it, and I looked around. We’re in a janitor’s room or something. I spotted a stack of small waste baskets. "Quick, grab one of those buckets and put it between my legs.”She’s quick on the uptake, I’ll give her that, and she grabbed the bucket for me. “Pull my pants down, hurry.”“What? No!” she protested.“Argh. Please, I’m gonna wet myself.” I grind out through my clenched teeth.She reached out with that uncoordinated left hand of hers and fumbles with my sweat pants. I squirmed to lift my hips a bit to help, and the elastic waistband slipped down, exposing my tight briefs.“You gotta help. Pull me out, aim for the bucket. Please?”I can see she’s not happy with the situation, and she’s fighting with her distaste at touching a man, a total stranger at that, in such a bizarre circumstance. But she perseveres, and that delicate hand fishes in my shorts for my cock. She paused momentarily as she made contact, then pulled my cock free. She picked up the empty bucket and aimed my hose toward the container.I groaned as I let loose. Oh god, finally! The relief was incredible. The poor girl was acting shocked as she dutifully aimed me at the bucket, and she even nudged the bucket a bit closer. I pissed on and on, holy fuck there was so much, and eventually I ran dry.Her disposition is no longer shocked, but instead she appeared to be curious.“Oh thank you, you saved me so much embarrassment. You can put me back in there now. Thanks.”She hesitated, and timidly tried to one-handedly stuff my cock back through the fly, and after a couple of clumsy tries I’m all set. And of course now my cock was growing fast in her hand, as I no longer had to pee, but there’s a wonderful-smelling girl handling that most sensitive part of my anatomy. Something that’s never happened before.That last drop of pee evidently got on her hand, and she looked a bit frantic now, “Ew” she says.“Just wipe it on my sweats, it’s Okay.” I told her, and she rubbed her hand on my inner thigh. That doesn’t help with my ever increasing boner of course.She looked up at me, and her brow wrinkled. “Do you smell smoke?” she asked.It’s my turn to be startled, and I looked toward the door. Oh Fuck, there’s smoke coming in under the door! That alarm was real! Why wasn’t it still going off? “Quick, help me get this tape off!” She started trying to pull up my sweats, but I say “No, leave that, just get me undone!”She started working on the tape on my left arm, and it took a few minutes to get me free. Working together, my right arm is unstuck in less than a minute. “Check the door.” I told her as I looked around the room. No other doors, just shelves, a big sink, a floor pan for filling and emptying mop buckets, and stacks of boxes and stuff.She tried the light switch but it doesn’t work. Great, my idiot friends probably unscrewed the light bulb. Then she tried the door. “It’s locked!” she says.“From the outside? Why the fuck would it be set up to lock people in? Sorry. I swear when I get nervous.”“Is there really a fire, do you think?”“I guess so, there was an alarm that went off when you were out cold.”“What do we do?” She started frantically searching her pockets and said; “I can’t find my phone!”“I didn’t even bring mine to the party. No pockets.”The smell of smoke got stronger. I wheeled up next to the sink, and ran some water. Grabbing a package of paper towels, I ripped it open and dumped them in the sink. “Here, block up the crack under the door with these!”I handed her wads of soggy paper, and she knelt down to stuff them under the door. The smoke stoped coming in, thank goodness.  But now the room is black. “Now what?” she said.I shrugged, “I guess we wait and hope.”“I’m scared.” she said in a small voice.“Come here, sit on my lap here. Oh, uh, maybe pull up my pants first.” She helped me with that and sat on me. I think the gravity of the situation is now hitting her pretty hard, I know it’s got me freaked out. She burrowed into my neck and wraps her good arm wraps around me. “We’re Okay for now.” I tell her.I smelled her hair again, as she’s crushed against me. Damn that feels nice. Shit, I don’t even know her name. “I’m Robert by the way. Robert Green.”“Suzanne. Suzanne Shelton.”, she informed me.“I’d say pleased to meet you Suzanne, but under these circumstances, maybe the sentiment should be I’m ecstatic to meet you. If I was by myself I would have pissed my pants and suffocated.”She giggled, my goofy sense of humor somehow helped in this situation. “I’m glad to meet you too, Robert.”“So how did you get here?”“I don’t know, I was at the dorm party and felt dizzy, then you were kissing me.” She blushed again.“Sorry about that, I tried to wake you for like 20 minutes, but you were really out of it. I finally thought I would try the sleeping beauty trick, and it worked. Did you drink something someone else gave you?”“Oh. Shit. She seemed to recall. I think so. One of my floor mates gave me a coke. It must have been spiked?  I had to take some of my pain meds for my arm earlier tonight, it was bothering me. I keep trying to do too much with it all the time.”“Oh, yeah, you don’t want to mix booze or anything with that stuff, I know! Sorry about the pee episode. I really was going to wet my pants in another few seconds. Wet both our pants.”She blushed and giggled. “I never saw a guy like that, like your, thing, before.”“Wow. Okay, well, I never had a girl touch my co-, um, thing, before.”“It changed when I was putting it away. Was that, um, like…’"Yeah, well, when a pretty girl touches me like that, I’m bound to get aroused.”Her eyes went wide at that statement. “Oh” she said. She paused a few seconds, then put her head back on my shoulder. There was that scent again. "So. Um, you think I’m pretty?“"Well, yeah, of course. You’re what I think my grandpa would call 'fetching’”She giggled again. Damn, that sounds nice, and she smells really nice. Little Robert stirred down below. I heard a sharp intake of breath. Uh Oh. She felt that. I may have just ruined what might have been a moment.“Am I pretty enough to make you, uh, aroused, then?”“Oh, Suzanne, I am so embarrassed. Please, don’t be offended, it’s just circumstances, you know?”She pulled back again and looked at the door. Still no smoke. Then she looked at me with a sad smile, saying “I didn’t think so.” Suzanne started to get up, and I realized where our wires had crossed.I put my arms around her and said " Oh, no no. You’re very pretty, and definitely arousing.“She looked surprised, but settled back down on my lap. "Oh.” she said. “Thank you.”Just

An April Fools Prank Goes Awry.By SilverFoxMullet.Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.Spring break was just that, a break. My leg, actually.When I went home to Ottawa for spring break, I met up with a few of my old high school buds, and we took a day trip to the Quebec side for some skiing at one of the nearby hills, north of Ottawa. Mid-gafternoon, I hit a patch of ice and went down hard. It was quite a day for falls, as the hills were pretty icy this late in the season. I tried to get up, but my right ankle hurt like a bitch. None of my friends had stopped, as we were all falling a lot today, they just assumed I would get up and follow them.“Aw fuck!” I groaned. I lay there in the snow for a few minutes, until someone slid to a stop next to me.“Hey, are you all right?” the guy asks.“No, I hurt my ankle. Fuck.”“Don’t move it, I’ll find the ski patrol. Hang on.” He skied away to get help.30 seconds later another guy stopped. Same question. "Hey are you all right?“"I think I sprained my ankle. There was a guy here a minute ago, he said he’d send the ski patrol.”The guy turned and looked around, then waved and yelled “Ici! Over here! Vien! Here they are.”Two guys in red jackets stopped and asked what’s wrong. This other guy said “Good luck!” to me, and skied away, as I recounted the fall and my symptoms. The ski patrol guys were great, they radioed for a stretcher and 20 minutes later they’re loading me into an ambulance. The rest of the day was a lot of waiting, x-rays, and paperwork. The local hospital had a seasonal trauma unit for all the ski injuries, and they’re used to dealing with the inter-provincial healthcare.I called my Dad, who said he’d fetch me from the hospital, then called my buddies who were still in the chalet . He told them to go home without me. They commiserated and said they’d drop by my house tomorrow and see how I was doing.I eventually got a cast on my right leg. It spanned from my toes to my mid-thigh. I was issued a pair of crutches, and a whole ream of instructions (in both French and English of course) about what to do and what not to do. My Dad showed up somewhere during this tedious process and reassured me everything would be fine.We got home really late, after stopping at a pharmacy for pain meds, and stopping for takeout, damn I was hungry by then. I was asleep in minutes after I took one of those pills after getting home.Next morning, I had to take another pill, damn leg was throbbing like mad. I had to learn how to negotiate using the toilet with crutches, fuck, that’s pain in the arse. Then I had to figure out how to shower. They gave me a shower bag for the cast but I couldn’t get the damn thing on by myself. Mom was trying to be motherly (naturally) but I was way too embarrassed to be seen naked in front of her. My Dad was a trooper, he helped me with all the bathroom stuff, and I got my shower Okay.I wasn’t going to be able to drive for a while, so my folks said they’d drive me back to school in Toronto. I could come home by bus and get my car once I was able to drive. Great.“Actually, if I could have my car on campus, one of my buddies could drive me around. None of the other guys have a car.” Not that my rattly old car was much of a ride, but it got us from A to B.“Okay” my Dad says, “Your mother can drive you there, and I’ll follow in your car, then we’ll drive back together.”“Awesome, sounds like a plan!”The rest of the day my parents helped me work out how to deal with the cast and crutches and take care of personal stuff by myself, like getting dressed, showering, shaving (yeah, ever try to balance on one foot to shave? fuckin hell), and using the toilet. My mom went shopping and bought me a bunch of baggy sweat pants, something that would go over my cast.My old friends dropped by with some hard coolers the next day, thinking it would cheer me up; but I had to pass on those due to the meds I was on. They laughed at me and drank it all, themselves. We all had a good laugh about my predicament, and they wished me luck at college. Gonna need it, eh?Then it was time to head back to school. I’d been texting and calling my buddies at school, told them the whole idiot story of my misadventures. They laughed at me big time, and of course they worried about their ride, what was gonna happen to my car? I told them about the arrangements and they were happy that it would still be available.The drive to school was really tedious, seemed to last forever, because it was so fricking uncomfortable to sit there with that stiff cast on. They got me and my stuff into my room in the dorm, and said their good-byes. I was so happy that I was on the first floor! No stairs here but there were stairs all over campus. Sure, there’s elevators everywhere but I didn’t know where most of them were.First order of business, I gotta pee after that road trip. I used the big accessible stall in the bathroom, that was great. Grab bars, lots of room, it really was made for this kind of thing. Easier than the bathroom at home, that’s for sure.I was the butt of a lot of jokes and shit for the first few days, but otherwise it was fine. Down in the dining hall I spotted someone else who’d had a fun spring break. There was a girl with her whole arm in a cast, like from shoulder to wrist, with the elbow bent at 90 degrees. I wondered what happened to her. Skiing too I supposed. My buddies said we’d make a great couple and told me to go ask her out. No way, dudes, not gonna happen. I can’t talk to girls, I always get freaked out and clam up.The end of March rolled around, and I still had weeks to go before getting my cast off. There was a party on Saturday night, and I was weaning off the strong meds by now so I could have a few drinks. My floor mates were getting me drinks, too; so I ended up having a few more than I would normally have. I was feeling buzzed by the end of the night.One of the guys suddenly showed up with a wheelchair. "Robbo! we got you some wheels, man!“"Where’d you steal that from?” I asked, a little dubious about the idea of them scamming someone’s chair.“No-No, totally not stolen, we got it for you from the Red Cross. It’s legit, dude!”“All right! Let’s check out my new ride then!” I hopped over and settled into the chair. They adjusted the footrest out for me and one of them took my crutches, and they started wheeling me away. "Where we goin?“ I asked."It’s a surprise.” says one of them, and then pull a pillowcase down over my head so I can’t see where we’re going. When I try to pull the covering off, they stopped me, and then the started grabbing my arms & duct taping them to the chair’s armrests. We were outside by now, and I started yelling, until they taped the pillowcase tight against my mouth, to muff my yelling. Now I was getting pissed, but there’s not much I could do, except literally ride this out.They laughed and giggled and make goofy jokes as they wheeled me around campus. Eventually, I had no idea where I am, and it suddenly strikes me that it was now April 1st. The alcoholic buzz is wearing off fast under the rush of my adrenaline and anger, and I wondered what kind of demented nightmare game they’ve come up with.I heard more laughing, girls this time, and they make whispered comments back and forth with the guys. I m now in a building, but I had no clue where. My chair was pushed around some more, bumping into stuff, and then a body is dumped in my lap, then they yanked the duct tape off the pillowcase and I can again my mouth. The room is pitch black. The giggling and laughing is cut off by the slamming of a door, and everything goes quiet.I think there’s a girl in my lap, or a small, really nice smelling guy with long hair. She’s quiescent, asleep or passed out, pressed against my chest.“Hey. Hey, wake up.” I said.No response, she’s just sitting there, draped over my lap. She’s warm and breathing, so it’s not a manikin or something. I wondered if she’s okay.I started to shift a bit, can’t use my arms because they’re taped down, but I try to shake her awake with my rocking shoulders. It didn’t work, and now I’m afraid that if I move too much she’ll fall off onto the floor.“Hey, uh, miss, wake up.” louder. She’s out of it. I turn my head to the side so I’m not yelling in her ear and holler “Hey, enough crap, let me out of here!” Silence reigns. Well, fuck. Now what?‘Now what’. Then the fire alarm starts blaring. It startles the heck out of me, but still isn’t enough to wake the girl.  I heard loud commotion in the halls for about 30 seconds, but then suddenly there is silence. Fuck, this is getting serious. What if it’s a real fire? No, no way, it's April 1st now, gotta be a prank. I’ll just wait for her to wake up, and we’ll get out of here. My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I began to see faint outlines of what is probably a maintenance closet or storage room.The alarm rings for an annoyingly long time. 15 minutes I guess, I dunno, but it seems interminable. And I need to pee now. When the alarm finally stops the need to pee gets more insistent. I shifted uncomfortably under the weight of my passenger. Her hip is pressed up against my groin, adding to the struggle of my urge to piss.More time passes, and damn, I gotta go bad, now. I’m gonna wet myself, and her too, if I don’t get out of here right now. I’ve tried speaking to her, yelling, shaking her, and then there was another alarm that went on and on. She just isn’t gonna wake up. Did those morons drug her or something?I’m desperate now. “Come on, sleeping beauty, wake up!” Sleeping beauty? Yeah, fine, I’ll try that before I piss all over her. I think a girl would be slightly less angry about a stolen kiss than wet pants. So I seek her mouth. There was a little light coming in under the door, but suddenly that light went out, and only a faint intermittent light glowed. Oh, crap! That would be the emergency exit lighting. I eventually bumped my faced against her nose, then lowered a bit and kissed her, probably a little too hard for a wakeup smooch, cause I'm dying’ here, gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee.She’s got nice soft lips, really quite kissable, and I kinda wished she was awake and under different circumstances. I kissed her again, even harder. No response. I try again, this time I let my tongue do the talking, and I push into her mouth. Helluva way to experience my own first tongue-kiss . Finally, she stirred & turned into the kiss.Surprised, I pull back, and say “Oh thank god you’re awake, help me up!”She startled, yelping at me, “Who are you?!”“Help me, please, I’m gonna piss my pants! Untie me!”In the dim red glow of an exit sign I finally saw her face. She’s kinda cute, not particularly pretty, and she has a cast on her right arm. It’s the girl I saw in the dining hall a few times.“Hurry!" I pleaded.She struggled off me, and stood. Where the hell did you take me! she demanded.I told her that we were both abducted by campus hooligans and locked in some storage room, but I didn t know which building. Then I said; But I gotta pee right now and my leg is in a cast, and I m bound to this wheelchair.She felt the tape on my wrists. It's slow going for her to undo the tape with her one weak hand, the way she’s pulling at it, she’s obviously not left handed.I’m not gonna make it, and I looked around. We’re in a janitor’s room or something. I spotted a stack of small waste baskets. "Quick, grab one of those buckets and put it between my legs.”She’s quick on the uptake, I’ll give her that, and she grabbed the bucket for me. “Pull my pants down, hurry.”“What? No!” she protested.“Argh. Please, I’m gonna wet myself.” I grind out through my clenched teeth.She reached out with that uncoordinated left hand of hers and fumbles with my sweat pants. I squirmed to lift my hips a bit to help, and the elastic waistband slipped down, exposing my tight briefs.“You gotta help. Pull me out, aim for the bucket. Please?”I can see she’s not happy with the situation, and she’s fighting with her distaste at touching a man, a total stranger at that, in such a bizarre circumstance. But she perseveres, and that delicate hand fishes in my shorts for my cock. She paused momentarily as she made contact, then pulled my cock free. She picked up the empty bucket and aimed my hose toward the container.I groaned as I let loose. Oh god, finally! The relief was incredible. The poor girl was acting shocked as she dutifully aimed me at the bucket, and she even nudged the bucket a bit closer. I pissed on and on, holy fuck there was so much, and eventually I ran dry.Her disposition is no longer shocked, but instead she appeared to be curious.“Oh thank you, you saved me so much embarrassment. You can put me back in there now. Thanks.”She hesitated, and timidly tried to one-handedly stuff my cock back through the fly, and after a couple of clumsy tries I’m all set. And of course now my cock was growing fast in her hand, as I no longer had to pee, but there’s a wonderful-smelling girl handling that most sensitive part of my anatomy. Something that’s never happened before.That last drop of pee evidently got on her hand, and she looked a bit frantic now, “Ew” she says.“Just wipe it on my sweats, it’s Okay.” I told her, and she rubbed her hand on my inner thigh. That doesn’t help with my ever increasing boner of course.She looked up at me, and her brow wrinkled. “Do you smell smoke?” she asked.It’s my turn to be startled, and I looked toward the door. Oh Fuck, there’s smoke coming in under the door! That alarm was real! Why wasn’t it still going off? “Quick, help me get this tape off!” She started trying to pull up my sweats, but I say “No, leave that, just get me undone!”She started working on the tape on my left arm, and it took a few minutes to get me free. Working together, my right arm is unstuck in less than a minute. “Check the door.” I told her as I looked around the room. No other doors, just shelves, a big sink, a floor pan for filling and emptying mop buckets, and stacks of boxes and stuff.She tried the light switch but it doesn’t work. Great, my idiot friends probably unscrewed the light bulb. Then she tried the door. “It’s locked!” she says.“From the outside? Why the fuck would it be set up to lock people in? Sorry. I swear when I get nervous.”“Is there really a fire, do you think?”“I guess so, there was an alarm that went off when you were out cold.”“What do we do?” She started frantically searching her pockets and said; “I can’t find my phone!”“I didn’t even bring mine to the party. No pockets.”The smell of smoke got stronger. I wheeled up next to the sink, and ran some water. Grabbing a package of paper towels, I ripped it open and dumped them in the sink. “Here, block up the crack under the door with these!”I handed her wads of soggy paper, and she knelt down to stuff them under the door. The smoke stoped coming in, thank goodness.  But now the room is black. “Now what?” she said.I shrugged, “I guess we wait and hope.”“I’m scared.” she said in a small voice.“Come here, sit on my lap here. Oh, uh, maybe pull up my pants first.” She helped me with that and sat on me. I think the gravity of the situation is now hitting her pretty hard, I know it’s got me freaked out. She burrowed into my neck and wraps her good arm wraps around me. “We’re Okay for now.” I tell her.I smelled her hair again, as she’s crushed against me. Damn that feels nice. Shit, I don’t even know her name. “I’m Robert by the way. Robert Green.”“Suzanne. Suzanne Shelton.”, she informed me.“I’d say pleased to meet you Suzanne, but under these circumstances, maybe the sentiment should be I’m ecstatic to meet you. If I was by myself I would have pissed my pants and suffocated.”She giggled, my goofy sense of humor somehow helped in this situation. “I’m glad to meet you too, Robert.”“So how did you get here?”“I don’t know, I was at the dorm party and felt dizzy, then you were kissing me.” She blushed again.“Sorry about that, I tried to wake you for like 20 minutes, but you were really out of it. I finally thought I would try the sleeping beauty trick, and it worked. Did you drink something someone else gave you?”“Oh. Shit. She seemed to recall. I think so. One of my floor mates gave me a coke. It must have been spiked?  I had to take some of my pain meds for my arm earlier tonight, it was bothering me. I keep trying to do too much with it all the time.”“Oh, yeah, you don’t want to mix booze or anything with that stuff, I know! Sorry about the pee episode. I really was going to wet my pants in another few seconds. Wet both our pants.”She blushed and giggled. “I never saw a guy like that, like your, thing, before.”“Wow. Okay, well, I never had a girl touch my co-, um, thing, before.”“It changed when I was putting it away. Was that, um, like…’"Yeah, well, when a pretty girl touches me like that, I’m bound to get aroused.”Her eyes went wide at that statement. “Oh” she said. She paused a few seconds, then put her head back on my shoulder. There was that scent again. "So. Um, you think I’m pretty?“"Well, yeah, of course. You’re what I think my grandpa would call 'fetching’”She giggled again. Damn, that sounds nice, and she smells really nice. Little Robert stirred down below. I heard a sharp intake of breath. Uh Oh. She felt that. I may have just ruined what might have been a moment.“Am I pretty enough to make you, uh, aroused, then?”“Oh, Suzanne, I am so embarrassed. Please, don’t be offended, it’s just circumstances, you know?”She pulled back again and looked at the door. Still no smoke. Then she looked at me with a sad smile, saying “I didn’t think so.” Suzanne started to get up, and I realized where our wires had crossed.I put my arms around her and said " Oh, no no. You’re very pretty, and definitely arousing.“She looked surprised, but settled back down on my lap. "Oh.” she said. “Thank you.”Just

An April Fools Prank Goes Awry.By SilverFoxMullet.Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.Spring break was just that, a break. My leg, actually.When I went home to Ottawa for spring break, I met up with a few of my old high school buds, and we took a day trip to the Quebec side for some skiing at one of the nearby hills, north of Ottawa. Mid-gafternoon, I hit a patch of ice and went down hard. It was quite a day for falls, as the hills were pretty icy this late in the season. I tried to get up, but my right ankle hurt like a bitch. None of my friends had stopped, as we were all falling a lot today, they just assumed I would get up and follow them.“Aw fuck!” I groaned. I lay there in the snow for a few minutes, until someone slid to a stop next to me.“Hey, are you all right?” the guy asks.“No, I hurt my ankle. Fuck.”“Don’t move it, I’ll find the ski patrol. Hang on.” He skied away to get help.30 seconds later another guy stopped. Same question. "Hey are you all right?“"I think I sprained my ankle. There was a guy here a minute ago, he said he’d send the ski patrol.”The guy turned and looked around, then waved and yelled “Ici! Over here! Vien! Here they are.”Two guys in red jackets stopped and asked what’s wrong. This other guy said “Good luck!” to me, and skied away, as I recounted the fall and my symptoms. The ski patrol guys were great, they radioed for a stretcher and 20 minutes later they’re loading me into an ambulance. The rest of the day was a lot of waiting, x-rays, and paperwork. The local hospital had a seasonal trauma unit for all the ski injuries, and they’re used to dealing with the inter-provincial healthcare.I called my Dad, who said he’d fetch me from the hospital, then called my buddies who were still in the chalet . He told them to go home without me. They commiserated and said they’d drop by my house tomorrow and see how I was doing.I eventually got a cast on my right leg. It spanned from my toes to my mid-thigh. I was issued a pair of crutches, and a whole ream of instructions (in both French and English of course) about what to do and what not to do. My Dad showed up somewhere during this tedious process and reassured me everything would be fine.We got home really late, after stopping at a pharmacy for pain meds, and stopping for takeout, damn I was hungry by then. I was asleep in minutes after I took one of those pills after getting home.Next morning, I had to take another pill, damn leg was throbbing like mad. I had to learn how to negotiate using the toilet with crutches, fuck, that’s pain in the arse. Then I had to figure out how to shower. They gave me a shower bag for the cast but I couldn’t get the damn thing on by myself. Mom was trying to be motherly (naturally) but I was way too embarrassed to be seen naked in front of her. My Dad was a trooper, he helped me with all the bathroom stuff, and I got my shower Okay.I wasn’t going to be able to drive for a while, so my folks said they’d drive me back to school in Toronto. I could come home by bus and get my car once I was able to drive. Great.“Actually, if I could have my car on campus, one of my buddies could drive me around. None of the other guys have a car.” Not that my rattly old car was much of a ride, but it got us from A to B.“Okay” my Dad says, “Your mother can drive you there, and I’ll follow in your car, then we’ll drive back together.”“Awesome, sounds like a plan!”The rest of the day my parents helped me work out how to deal with the cast and crutches and take care of personal stuff by myself, like getting dressed, showering, shaving (yeah, ever try to balance on one foot to shave? fuckin hell), and using the toilet. My mom went shopping and bought me a bunch of baggy sweat pants, something that would go over my cast.My old friends dropped by with some hard coolers the next day, thinking it would cheer me up; but I had to pass on those due to the meds I was on. They laughed at me and drank it all, themselves. We all had a good laugh about my predicament, and they wished me luck at college. Gonna need it, eh?Then it was time to head back to school. I’d been texting and calling my buddies at school, told them the whole idiot story of my misadventures. They laughed at me big time, and of course they worried about their ride, what was gonna happen to my car? I told them about the arrangements and they were happy that it would still be available.The drive to school was really tedious, seemed to last forever, because it was so fricking uncomfortable to sit there with that stiff cast on. They got me and my stuff into my room in the dorm, and said their good-byes. I was so happy that I was on the first floor! No stairs here but there were stairs all over campus. Sure, there’s elevators everywhere but I didn’t know where most of them were.First order of business, I gotta pee after that road trip. I used the big accessible stall in the bathroom, that was great. Grab bars, lots of room, it really was made for this kind of thing. Easier than the bathroom at home, that’s for sure.I was the butt of a lot of jokes and shit for the first few days, but otherwise it was fine. Down in the dining hall I spotted someone else who’d had a fun spring break. There was a girl with her whole arm in a cast, like from shoulder to wrist, with the elbow bent at 90 degrees. I wondered what happened to her. Skiing too I supposed. My buddies said we’d make a great couple and told me to go ask her out. No way, dudes, not gonna happen. I can’t talk to girls, I always get freaked out and clam up.The end of March rolled around, and I still had weeks to go before getting my cast off. There was a party on Saturday night, and I was weaning off the strong meds by now so I could have a few drinks. My floor mates were getting me drinks, too; so I ended up having a few more than I would normally have. I was feeling buzzed by the end of the night.One of the guys suddenly showed up with a wheelchair. "Robbo! we got you some wheels, man!“"Where’d you steal that from?” I asked, a little dubious about the idea of them scamming someone’s chair.“No-No, totally not stolen, we got it for you from the Red Cross. It’s legit, dude!”“All right! Let’s check out my new ride then!” I hopped over and settled into the chair. They adjusted the footrest out for me and one of them took my crutches, and they started wheeling me away. "Where we goin?“ I asked."It’s a surprise.” says one of them, and then pull a pillowcase down over my head so I can’t see where we’re going. When I try to pull the covering off, they stopped me, and then the started grabbing my arms & duct taping them to the chair’s armrests. We were outside by now, and I started yelling, until they taped the pillowcase tight against my mouth, to muff my yelling. Now I was getting pissed, but there’s not much I could do, except literally ride this out.They laughed and giggled and make goofy jokes as they wheeled me around campus. Eventually, I had no idea where I am, and it suddenly strikes me that it was now April 1st. The alcoholic buzz is wearing off fast under the rush of my adrenaline and anger, and I wondered what kind of demented nightmare game they’ve come up with.I heard more laughing, girls this time, and they make whispered comments back and forth with the guys. I m now in a building, but I had no clue where. My chair was pushed around some more, bumping into stuff, and then a body is dumped in my lap, then they yanked the duct tape off the pillowcase and I can again my mouth. The room is pitch black. The giggling and laughing is cut off by the slamming of a door, and everything goes quiet.I think there’s a girl in my lap, or a small, really nice smelling guy with long hair. She’s quiescent, asleep or passed out, pressed against my chest.“Hey. Hey, wake up.” I said.No response, she’s just sitting there, draped over my lap. She’s warm and breathing, so it’s not a manikin or something. I wondered if she’s okay.I started to shift a bit, can’t use my arms because they’re taped down, but I try to shake her awake with my rocking shoulders. It didn’t work, and now I’m afraid that if I move too much she’ll fall off onto the floor.“Hey, uh, miss, wake up.” louder. She’s out of it. I turn my head to the side so I’m not yelling in her ear and holler “Hey, enough crap, let me out of here!” Silence reigns. Well, fuck. Now what?‘Now what’. Then the fire alarm starts blaring. It startles the heck out of me, but still isn’t enough to wake the girl.  I heard loud commotion in the halls for about 30 seconds, but then suddenly there is silence. Fuck, this is getting serious. What if it’s a real fire? No, no way, it's April 1st now, gotta be a prank. I’ll just wait for her to wake up, and we’ll get out of here. My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I began to see faint outlines of what is probably a maintenance closet or storage room.The alarm rings for an annoyingly long time. 15 minutes I guess, I dunno, but it seems interminable. And I need to pee now. When the alarm finally stops the need to pee gets more insistent. I shifted uncomfortably under the weight of my passenger. Her hip is pressed up against my groin, adding to the struggle of my urge to piss.More time passes, and damn, I gotta go bad, now. I’m gonna wet myself, and her too, if I don’t get out of here right now. I’ve tried speaking to her, yelling, shaking her, and then there was another alarm that went on and on. She just isn’t gonna wake up. Did those morons drug her or something?I’m desperate now. “Come on, sleeping beauty, wake up!” Sleeping beauty? Yeah, fine, I’ll try that before I piss all over her. I think a girl would be slightly less angry about a stolen kiss than wet pants. So I seek her mouth. There was a little light coming in under the door, but suddenly that light went out, and only a faint intermittent light glowed. Oh, crap! That would be the emergency exit lighting. I eventually bumped my faced against her nose, then lowered a bit and kissed her, probably a little too hard for a wakeup smooch, cause I'm dying’ here, gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee.She’s got nice soft lips, really quite kissable, and I kinda wished she was awake and under different circumstances. I kissed her again, even harder. No response. I try again, this time I let my tongue do the talking, and I push into her mouth. Helluva way to experience my own first tongue-kiss . Finally, she stirred & turned into the kiss.Surprised, I pull back, and say “Oh thank god you’re awake, help me up!”She startled, yelping at me, “Who are you?!”“Help me, please, I’m gonna piss my pants! Untie me!”In the dim red glow of an exit sign I finally saw her face. She’s kinda cute, not particularly pretty, and she has a cast on her right arm. It’s the girl I saw in the dining hall a few times.“Hurry!" I pleaded.She struggled off me, and stood. Where the hell did you take me! she demanded.I told her that we were both abducted by campus hooligans and locked in some storage room, but I didn t know which building. Then I said; But I gotta pee right now and my leg is in a cast, and I m bound to this wheelchair.She felt the tape on my wrists. It's slow going for her to undo the tape with her one weak hand, the way she’s pulling at it, she’s obviously not left handed.I’m not gonna make it, and I looked around. We’re in a janitor’s room or something. I spotted a stack of small waste baskets. "Quick, grab one of those buckets and put it between my legs.”She’s quick on the uptake, I’ll give her that, and she grabbed the bucket for me. “Pull my pants down, hurry.”“What? No!” she protested.“Argh. Please, I’m gonna wet myself.” I grind out through my clenched teeth.She reached out with that uncoordinated left hand of hers and fumbles with my sweat pants. I squirmed to lift my hips a bit to help, and the elastic waistband slipped down, exposing my tight briefs.“You gotta help. Pull me out, aim for the bucket. Please?”I can see she’s not happy with the situation, and she’s fighting with her distaste at touching a man, a total stranger at that, in such a bizarre circumstance. But she perseveres, and that delicate hand fishes in my shorts for my cock. She paused momentarily as she made contact, then pulled my cock free. She picked up the empty bucket and aimed my hose toward the container.I groaned as I let loose. Oh god, finally! The relief was incredible. The poor girl was acting shocked as she dutifully aimed me at the bucket, and she even nudged the bucket a bit closer. I pissed on and on, holy fuck there was so much, and eventually I ran dry.Her disposition is no longer shocked, but instead she appeared to be curious.“Oh thank you, you saved me so much embarrassment. You can put me back in there now. Thanks.”She hesitated, and timidly tried to one-handedly stuff my cock back through the fly, and after a couple of clumsy tries I’m all set. And of course now my cock was growing fast in her hand, as I no longer had to pee, but there’s a wonderful-smelling girl handling that most sensitive part of my anatomy. Something that’s never happened before.That last drop of pee evidently got on her hand, and she looked a bit frantic now, “Ew” she says.“Just wipe it on my sweats, it’s Okay.” I told her, and she rubbed her hand on my inner thigh. That doesn’t help with my ever increasing boner of course.She looked up at me, and her brow wrinkled. “Do you smell smoke?” she asked.It’s my turn to be startled, and I looked toward the door. Oh Fuck, there’s smoke coming in under the door! That alarm was real! Why wasn’t it still going off? “Quick, help me get this tape off!” She started trying to pull up my sweats, but I say “No, leave that, just get me undone!”She started working on the tape on my left arm, and it took a few minutes to get me free. Working together, my right arm is unstuck in less than a minute. “Check the door.” I told her as I looked around the room. No other doors, just shelves, a big sink, a floor pan for filling and emptying mop buckets, and stacks of boxes and stuff.She tried the light switch but it doesn’t work. Great, my idiot friends probably unscrewed the light bulb. Then she tried the door. “It’s locked!” she says.“From the outside? Why the fuck would it be set up to lock people in? Sorry. I swear when I get nervous.”“Is there really a fire, do you think?”“I guess so, there was an alarm that went off when you were out cold.”“What do we do?” She started frantically searching her pockets and said; “I can’t find my phone!”“I didn’t even bring mine to the party. No pockets.”The smell of smoke got stronger. I wheeled up next to the sink, and ran some water. Grabbing a package of paper towels, I ripped it open and dumped them in the sink. “Here, block up the crack under the door with these!”I handed her wads of soggy paper, and she knelt down to stuff them under the door. The smoke stoped coming in, thank goodness.  But now the room is black. “Now what?” she said.I shrugged, “I guess we wait and hope.”“I’m scared.” she said in a small voice.“Come here, sit on my lap here. Oh, uh, maybe pull up my pants first.” She helped me with that and sat on me. I think the gravity of the situation is now hitting her pretty hard, I know it’s got me freaked out. She burrowed into my neck and wraps her good arm wraps around me. “We’re Okay for now.” I tell her.I smelled her hair again, as she’s crushed against me. Damn that feels nice. Shit, I don’t even know her name. “I’m Robert by the way. Robert Green.”“Suzanne. Suzanne Shelton.”, she informed me.“I’d say pleased to meet you Suzanne, but under these circumstances, maybe the sentiment should be I’m ecstatic to meet you. If I was by myself I would have pissed my pants and suffocated.”She giggled, my goofy sense of humor somehow helped in this situation. “I’m glad to meet you too, Robert.”“So how did you get here?”“I don’t know, I was at the dorm party and felt dizzy, then you were kissing me.” She blushed again.“Sorry about that, I tried to wake you for like 20 minutes, but you were really out of it. I finally thought I would try the sleeping beauty trick, and it worked. Did you drink something someone else gave you?”“Oh. Shit. She seemed to recall. I think so. One of my floor mates gave me a coke. It must have been spiked?  I had to take some of my pain meds for my arm earlier tonight, it was bothering me. I keep trying to do too much with it all the time.”“Oh, yeah, you don’t want to mix booze or anything with that stuff, I know! Sorry about the pee episode. I really was going to wet my pants in another few seconds. Wet both our pants.”She blushed and giggled. “I never saw a guy like that, like your, thing, before.”“Wow. Okay, well, I never had a girl touch my co-, um, thing, before.”“It changed when I was putting it away. Was that, um, like…’"Yeah, well, when a pretty girl touches me like that, I’m bound to get aroused.”Her eyes went wide at that statement. “Oh” she said. She paused a few seconds, then put her head back on my shoulder. There was that scent again. "So. Um, you think I’m pretty?“"Well, yeah, of course. You’re what I think my grandpa would call 'fetching’”She giggled again. Damn, that sounds nice, and she smells really nice. Little Robert stirred down below. I heard a sharp intake of breath. Uh Oh. She felt that. I may have just ruined what might have been a moment.“Am I pretty enough to make you, uh, aroused, then?”“Oh, Suzanne, I am so embarrassed. Please, don’t be offended, it’s just circumstances, you know?”She pulled back again and looked at the door. Still no smoke. Then she looked at me with a sad smile, saying “I didn’t think so.” Suzanne started to get up, and I realized where our wires had crossed.I put my arms around her and said " Oh, no no. You’re very pretty, and definitely arousing.“She looked surprised, but settled back down on my lap. "Oh.” she said. “Thank you.”Just

Episode #390 of DJ AsuraSunil's weekly Sunday Seven mixshow is here!!! This week's show includes brand new tracks from **PILGRIMS | Gary Robert and Community | She Past Away | Mental Discipline | Caustic | Thin Eater | Hocico** https://hearthis.at/asurasunil/dj-asurasunils-sunday-seven-mixshow-390-20260222 You'll find links to subscribe to the podcast version of my show on Apple Podcasts, Google Podcasts, TuneIn, etc on my Linktree at https://linktr.ee/asurasunil **You can also join me for my “I LIKE STUFF” live stream on Twitch at https://twitch.tv/djasurasunil every Monday night at 10:30pm WET / 5:30pm Eastern US / 4:30pm Central US / 2:30pm Pacific US** Spread the music!!! Please FAVORITE, REPOST, and SHARE it on all platforms!!! Comments are always welcome and appreciated! Tracklist: PILGRIMS - Sunday Seven Intro PILGRIMS - Blissing Hour Gary Robert and Community - Litany of Omens She Past Away - Mizantrop Mental Discipline - Limits Caustic - Every Time I Failed You (Gloom Academy Mix) Thin Eater - Half of a Double Giving Birth Hocico - Dark Paradigm

Die burgerregte-organisasie AfriForum verwelkom president Cyril Ramaphosa se besluit om op hierdie stadium nie enige artikels van die Wet op Nasionale Gesondheidsversekering te bekragtig nie. Dit is tot uitspraak gelewer word in openbaredeelname-sake teen die wet. Louis Boshoff van AfriForum sê dit wys Ramaphosa dink twee keer oor die NGV se instelling:

S05E44 | Friday, February 20, 2026   It's a big one today! We cover EIGHT stories including breaking news from NASA's Kennedy Space Center, a damning independent report into the Boeing Starliner crisis, two astonishing dark matter discoveries, the first ancient Jellyfish Galaxy, SpaceX rocket pollution science, and a cosmic farewell to a comet we'll never see again. Plus — yes — we briefly and responsibly address the UFO/UAP conversation.   Stories in this episode: •       Artemis II Wet Dress Rehearsal — Did NASA just clear the path to a March 6 launch? •       Starliner Independent Report — NASA says 'we failed them' as Type A mishap is confirmed •       UAP Files — Trump hints at declassification: should we get excited? •       Hubble finds CDG-2: the most dark matter-dominated galaxy ever discovered •       Jellyfish Galaxy spotted 5 billion years after the Big Bang — earlier than thought possible •       First real-time observation of SpaceX rocket re-entry pollution cloud •       First confirmed dark galaxy — a structure with no stars at all •       Comet Wierzchoś at closest approach today — and it's never coming back  

S05E43 | February 19, 2026

Talle burgerregteorgansasies eis dat die waterkrisis in Gauteng tot 'n nasionale ramp verklaar word. Afriforum dagvaar die president oor die grondwetlikheid van die Wet op Nasionale Gesondheidsversekering. Navorsing deur die Universiteit van Kaapstad wys dat die swart middelklas sedert 2012 betekenisvol gegroei het.

Steeds meer mensen in Nederland gaan langs voor een spuitje in de lip of wat botox onder de ogen. Maar waar komt deze toenemende populariteit vandaan, en waarom zijn vooral jongeren steeds enthousiaster over cosmetische ingrepen? Vandaag een uitgebreid gesprek met Catharina Meijer, voorzitter van Nederlandse Vereniging Cosmetische Geneeskunde Presentator Thomas van Zijl vraagt haar welke risico's cosmetische ingrepen met zich meebrengen, en hoe verslavend deze ingrepen zijn. Macro met Mujagić Elke dag een intrigerende gedachtewisseling over de stand van de macro-economie. Op maandag en vrijdag gaat presentator Thomas van Zijl in gesprek met econoom Arnoud Boot, de rest van de week praat Van Zijl met econoom Edin Mujagić. Ook altijd terug te vinden als je een aflevering gemist hebt. Blik op de wereld Wat speelt zich vandaag af op het wereldtoneel? Het laatste nieuws uit bijvoorbeeld Oekraïne, het Midden-Oosten, de Verenigde Staten of Brussel hoor je iedere werkdag om 12.10 van onze vaste experts en eigen redacteuren en verslaggevers. Ook los te vinden als podcast. Beleggerspanel De nieuwe belastingregels in Box 3 houden de gemoederen flink bezig De soap rond box 3 lijkt een nieuw hoofdstuk te hebben gekregen met de Wet werkelijk rendement die donderdag door de Tweede Kamer is geloodsd. Hoe kijken beleggers hiernaar? En: Beleggers lijken steeds feller te reageren op tegenvallende kwartaalcijfers, bleek afgelopen week bij onder andere Adyen, DSM, en Magnum. Is dit aloude beurslogica of is hier meer aan de hand? Dat en meer bespreken we om 11.30 in het beleggerspanel met: Reinder Wietsma, Portfoliomanager bij Centive Global Equity Fund en Corné van Zeijl, analist en strateeg bij vermogensbeheerder Cardano. Luister: | Beleggerspanel l Zakenlunch Elke dag, tijdens de lunch, geniet je mee van het laatste zakelijke nieuws, actuele informatie over de financiële markten en ander economische actualiteiten. Op een ontspannen manier word je als luisteraar bijgepraat over alles wat er speelt in de wereld van het bedrijfsleven en de beurs. En altijd terug te vinden als podcast, mocht je de lunch gemist hebben. Contact & Abonneren BNR Zakendoen zendt elke werkdag live uit van 11:00 tot 13:30 uur. Je kunt de redactie bereiken via e-mail. Abonneren op de podcast van BNR Zakendoen kan via bnr.nl/zakendoen, of via Apple Podcast en Spotify. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Yael Potjer spreekt met Remco Coerman, expert op het gebied van belasting en emigratie, over de nieuwe Box 3-wet, een mogelijke exit tax en het beschermen van vermogen. Welke landen zijn aantrekkelijk voor emigratie?De zogenoemde Wet werkelijk rendement belast in de praktijk geen werkelijk rendement, maar ongerealiseerde winsten. Remco bespreekt de fundamentele problemen van deze nieuwe belasting en de impact op vermogensopbouw. Wie gaat hier uiteindelijk de prijs voor betalen? En wat zijn de consequenties voor Nederland — gaan we kapitaalvlucht zien?Heeft het zin om vermogen te verplaatsen naar Box 2 en vanuit een bv te beleggen? En moet je je best blijven doen om Nederland te verbeteren, of is vertrekken naar het buitenland een rationelere keuze? Is het ook mogelijk om alleen je vermogen naar het buitenland te verplaatsen, terwijl je zelf in Nederland blijft wonen?Tot slot bespreken ze een nieuwe vertrekbelasting, welke landen interessant zijn om naartoe te emigreren en hoe je de stap kunt zetten naar ondernemen en locatieonafhankelijk werken.Bekijk de box 3 masterclass: https://epicedges.net/checkout/box-3-...De website van Remco Coerman: https://epicedges.nl/Timestamps00:00 Intro01:42 Box 3: belasting op ongerealiseerde winsten05:46 Belasting op overwaarde eigen woning?09:27 Wet werkelijk rendement11:50 Wat is er mis met de nieuwe box 3 wet?14:52 Politiek, EU, Miljardairs & Middenklasse20:52 Box 2: beleggen in een bv23:00 Belastingdienst & Rechtszaken26:10 Consequenties voor Nederland: kapitaalvlucht?28:44 Vertrekken of in Nederland blijven?33:03 Komt er een exit tax?35:08 Vermogen verplaatsen naar het buitenland40:25 Top 5 landen voor emigratie43:22 Ondernemen vanuit het buitenlandOverweegt u om goud en zilver aan te kopen? Dat kan via de volgende website: https://bit.ly/3xxy4sYTwitter:@Hollandgold:   / hollandgold  @paulbuitink:   / paulbuitink  Yael Potjer op X: https://x.com/GoedWeerGenieteLet op: Holland Gold vindt het belangrijk dat iedereen vrijuit kan spreken. Wij willen u er graag op attenderen dat de uitspraken die worden gedaan door de geïnterviewde niet persé betekenen dat Holland Gold hier achter staat. Alle uitspraken zijn gedaan op persoonlijke titel door de geïnterviewde en dragen zo bij aan een breed, kleurrijk en voor de kijker interessant beeld van de onderwerpen. Zo willen en kunnen wij u een transparante bijdrage en een zo volledig mogelijk inzicht geven in de economische marktontwikkelingen. Al onze video's zijn er enkel op gericht u te informeren. De informatie en data die we presenteren kunnen verouderd zijn bij het bekijken van onze video's. Onze video's zijn geen financieel advies. U alleen kunt bepalen hoe het beste uw vermogen kunt beleggen. U draagt zelf de risico's van uw keuzes.Bekijk onze website: https://www.hollandgold.nl

John Maytham is joined by Philip de Wet — British-South African journalist, editor and columnist, and former international editor at News24 — who argues that the crisis was neither hidden nor sudden. The experts had reached a consensus. The journalists had reported it. But action never matched the alarm. Afternoon Drive with John Maytham is the late afternoon show on CapeTalk. Presenter John Maytham is an actor and author-turned-talk radio veteran and seasoned journalist. His show serves a round-up of local and international news coupled with the latest in business, sport, traffic, and weather. The host’s eclectic interests mean the program often surprises the audience with intriguing book reviews and inspiring interviews profiling artists. A daily highlight is Rapid Fire, just after 5:30 pm. CapeTalk fans call in to stump the presenter with their general knowledge questions. Another firm favourite is the humorous Thursday crossing with award-winning journalist Rebecca Davis, called “Plan B”. Thank you for listening to a podcast from Afternoon Drive with John Maytham Listen live on Primedia+ weekdays from 15:00 to 18:00 (SA Time) to Afternoon Drive with John Maytham broadcast on CapeTalk https://buff.ly/NnFM3Nk For more from the show, go to https://buff.ly/BSFy4Cn or find all the catch-up podcasts here https://buff.ly/n8nWt4x Subscribe to the CapeTalk Daily and Weekly Newsletters https://buff.ly/sbvVZD5 Follow us on social media: CapeTalk on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/CapeTalk CapeTalk on TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@capetalk CapeTalk on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/ CapeTalk on X: https://x.com/CapeTalk CapeTalk on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@CapeTalk567 See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

  • Crew-12 Docks at ISS — The SpaceX Crew-12 mission docked at the International Space Station on Valentine's Day, restoring the station to full strength after over a month with a skeleton crew. Astronauts Jessica Meir, Jack Hathaway, Sophie Adenot, and Andrey Fedyaev join Expedition 74 for an eight-month mission.   • Artemis 2 Hydrogen Leak Update — NASA's “confidence test” on the SLS rocket's repaired hydrogen fueling seals showed mixed but cautiously encouraging results. March remains the earliest potential launch window for humanity's first crewed mission to the Moon in over 50 years.   • Enceladus: Electromagnetic Powerhouse — A major new study of 13 years of Cassini data reveals Saturn's tiny moon Enceladus generates Alfvén waves extending over 504,000 km, transforming our understanding of how small moons influence giant planetary magnetospheres.   • Catching 3I/ATLAS — Researchers from the Initiative for Interstellar Studies propose a Solar Oberth Manoeuvre mission launching in 2035 that could intercept the interstellar comet, currently heading toward Jupiter for its closest pass on March 16.   • Geomagnetic Storm Watch — G1 minor storming is likely today as a coronal mass ejection arrives alongside fast solar wind from a returning transequatorial coronal hole. Aurora possible at higher latitudes tonight.   • SpaceX Starlink 6-103 — 29 Starlink V2 Mini satellites launched to orbit in the early hours of today, the 10th orbital flight from Cape Canaveral in 2026.   LINKS & RESOURCES: • NASA Crew-12 Docking: https://www.nasa.gov/blogs/spacestation/2026/02/14/spacex-crew-12-docks-to-station-beginning-long-duration-mission/ • Artemis 2 Confidence Test Update: https://www.nasa.gov/blogs/missions/2026/02/13/following-confidence-test-nasa-continues-artemis-ii-data-review/ • Enceladus Alfvén Wings Study: https://phys.org/news/2026-02-tiny-enceladus-giant-electromagnetic-saturn.html • 3I/ATLAS Solar Oberth Paper: https://www.universetoday.com/articles/a-new-concept-for-catching-up-with-3iatlas • Space Weather Updates: https://earthsky.org/sun/sun-news-activity-solar-flare-cme-aurora-updates/ • Spaceflight Now Launch Schedule: https://spaceflightnow.com/launch-schedule/   Astronomy Daily is part of the Bitesz.com Podcast Network Website: https://astronomydaily.io Social: @AstroDailyPodBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/astronomy-daily-space-news-updates--5648921/support.Sponsor Details:Ensure your online privacy by using NordVPN. To get our special listener deal and save a lot of money, visit www.bitesz.com/nordvpn. You'll be glad you did!Become a supporter of Astronomy Daily by joining our Supporters Club. Commercial free episodes daily are only a click way... Click HereThis episode includes AI-generated content.

Episode #389 of DJ AsuraSunil's weekly Sunday Seven mixshow is here!!! This week's show includes brand new tracks from **Mark E Moon | Odonis Odonis (ft. Dwight Hybrid) | Last Dusk | TRAITRS | NORMORIA | Who Saw Her Die? | Simon Carter (Ft. Slighter)** https://hearthis.at/asurasunil/dj-asurasunils-sunday-seven-mixshow-389-20260215 You'll find links to subscribe to the podcast version of my show on Apple Podcasts, Google Podcasts, TuneIn, etc on my Linktree at https://linktr.ee/asurasunil **You can also join me for my “I LIKE STUFF” live stream on Twitch at https://twitch.tv/djasurasunil every Monday night at 10:30pm WET / 5:30pm Eastern US / 4:30pm Central US / 2:30pm Pacific US** Spread the music!!! Please FAVORITE, REPOST, and SHARE it on all platforms!!! Comments are always welcome and appreciated! Tracklist: Mark E Moon - Sunday Seven Intro Mark E Moon - Wire In The Blood Odonis Odonis (ft. Dwight Hybrid) - Yeah Whatever (Reinterpreted) Last Dusk - Doldrums TRAITRS - Dream Drowning NORMORIA - I Feel Love Who Saw Her Die? - My Bloody Valentine (extended) Simon Carter (Ft. Slighter) - Autonomy (Here We Belong)

There is an orange heavy rain warning baring down on several districts that are barely back on their feet after the extreme weather three weeks ago. Wet, windy and sticky weather is forecast for many parts of the country this weekend. Much of the North Island is under heavy rain warnings or watches - including areas of the East Cape, Opotiki and Coromandel. MetService meteorologist John Law spoke to Lisa Owen.

Wet weather could impact this year's potato crop though mixing solar farming with growing crops is proving a winner. The morning's rural news with Gianina Schwanecke.

Vlad reads out about Persistence, gets his phone ransacked and audited by his Mrs while he is on a slide at Wet'n'Wild, talks to CK & AC live on air, rants on being completely distracted from your family by things out of your control and the Top Mobile Phones of the 90s/00sDNA DISTILLERY (AWARD WINNING RAKIJA)Award winning Rakija company with immaculate celebratory beverages. Check out the entire range on the below websites, order a tasting pack or some of their flagship, amazing rakija today!https://www.dnadistillery.comCARDSTRIKE! Amazing Basketball cards, Michael Jordan memorabilia and everything collectable sports card buying and selling!!!https://www.cardstrike.com.auROYAL STACKS! (IMMACULATE BURGERS)Melbournes Greatest Burgers! Royal Stacks is a booming burger chain in Victoria with classic burgers, shakes and more, with a 90s vibe and high quality food! https://www.royalstacks.com.auMETROPOLITAN STONE (Kitchens, Cabinets, Laundry, All Cabinets)We have a combined 30 years experience in the cabinet making industry in Victoria! Everything from small projects to large projects!Benchtop change overs, Kitchen facilities, Kitchens, Laundries, Bathroom cabinets, T.V units, Wardrobes etc!MENTION: VLADContact: MATT 0425797488Matthew@metropolitanstone.com.auhttp://www.metropolitanstone.com.auORANGE LEGAL GROUP (Specialising in Property law for purchasing and selling, conveyancing, in-house Mortgage broker & Chartered Account! One stop shop for ALL property needs! Wrap! FREE Contract reviews for buyers before purchasing property!Mention VLAD!https://www.orangelegalgroup.com.auEmail: property@orangelegalgroup.com.auContact: mycousinvlad@gmail.comhttp://www.instagram.com/mycousinvladSend Vlad a Text MessageSupport the showBE GOODDO GOODGET GOOD

Reaksie word ontvang op Namibië wat sy swakste telling in meer as 20 jaar op Transparency International se jongste Korrupsiepersepsie-indeks behaal het. Die swak prestasie word onderstreep deur wetgewing soos die Wet op Toegang tot Inligting en die Fluitjieblaserbeskermingswet wat steeds nie geïmplementeer is nie. Kosmos 94.1 Nuus het met Graham Hopwood, die direkteur van die Instituut van Beleidsnavorsing gepraat.

AfriForum het die regering versoek om voorgestelde wysigings aan die Wet op Vuurwapenbeheer te laat vaar en op korrupsie binne staatsinstellings te fokus. Die versoek volg nadat 'n voormalige polisiebeampte en verklikker, Patricia Mashale, aan 'n parlementêre ad hoc-komitee gesê het die polisie en ander staatsinstellings het vuurwapens aan misdadigers verkoop en nie vernietig nie. Jacques Broodryk van AfriForum sê die regering moet ophou om wetsgehoorsame burgers te teiken en fokus op die bekamping van staatskorrupsie:

Die Raad van Gesondheidsorgbefondsers vra president Cyril Ramaphosa om Donderdag kragtige en bekostigbare gesondheidshervormings aan te kondig in sy staatsrede. Katlego Mothudi van die raad sê praktiese ingrypings word benodig wat onmiddellik gesondheidsorgkoste kan verminder en toegang tot gehaltediens kan verbeter. Hy sê daar is lewensvatbare oplossings wat die regering nou kan instel om die druk te verlig, veral terwyl die Wet op Nasionale Gesondheidsversekering steeds in howe uitgedaag word

Wet packs happen in every department. But how much do we really know about what causes them? This week on Beyond Clean, Jason Simon, Senior Product Manager at Skytron, is back to break down why wet packs happen and what you can do to help prevent them. Jason breaks down what's happening during the drying phase, why some loads fail to dry, and how operator practices, loading decisions, and equipment all work together to create or prevent wet packs. From cracked doors and extended dry times to vacuum systems and steam quality, this conversation tackles one of SPD's most frustrating challenges. Whether you're constantly fighting wet loads or just want to understand what makes the drying phase work, this episode delivers the practical solutions you need! After finishing this podcast episode, earn your 1 CE credit immediately by passing the short quiz linked here: https://www.flexiquiz.com/SC/N/episode31-06 Visit our CE Credit Hub at https://www.beyondcleanmedia.com/ce-credit-hub to access this quiz and over 350 other free CE credits. #BeyondClean #SterileProcessing #Podcast #Season31 #UnderPressure #SteamSterilization #WetPacks #Sterilization #DryTimes #SteamQuality

Episode #388 of DJ AsuraSunil's weekly Sunday Seven mixshow is here!!! This week's show includes brand new tracks from **Dead Celebrity | Massive Ego | Meersein | ACTORS | Frenchy and the Punk | BlakLight | Aesthetic Perfection** https://hearthis.at/asurasunil/dj-asurasunils-sunday-seven-mixshow-388-20260208 You'll find links to subscribe to the podcast version of my show on Apple Podcasts, Google Podcasts, TuneIn, etc on my Linktree at https://linktr.ee/asurasunil **You can also join me for my “I LIKE STUFF” live stream on Twitch at https://twitch.tv/djasurasunil every Monday night at 10:30pm WET / 5:30pm Eastern US / 4:30pm Central US / 2:30pm Pacific US** Spread the music!!! Please FAVORITE, REPOST, and SHARE it on all platforms!!! Comments are always welcome and appreciated! Tracklist: Dead Celebrity - Sunday Seven Intro Dead Celebrity - Deadeye Massive Ego - Shiver Shadow Meersein - Tide Myself ACTORS - CTRL Frenchy and the Punk - War on War BlakLight - Buried Alive (Dancing Plague Remix) Aesthetic Perfection - We Bring The Beat (Sebastian Komor Remix)

In this Follow-Up episode, Dr. Mona revisits one of the most stressful early parenting experiences, an inconsolable newborn. She breaks down what colic actually means, why the label is often misunderstood, and how to tell the difference between normal newborn fussiness and signs that need medical attention. The goal is not to dismiss crying, but to give parents a framework so they feel informed instead of brushed off. Dr. Mona walks through what's happening developmentally in those early weeks, why many babies hit a fussy peak around 6 weeks, and how to run a calm mental checklist at 2 a.m. She also covers red flags that deserve a pediatric visit, from fever to poor feeding to blood in the stool. Most importantly, this episode centers parents. Fussiness is common, phases pass, and support matters. You are not failing if your baby cries and you can't fix it instantly. You are learning your baby in real time. Key takeaways ✔️ Colic is a real pattern of crying, but it should never replace a thoughtful medical check ✔️ Most newborn fussiness peaks between 2 to 8 weeks and improves with time ✔️ Wet diapers, weight gain, and periods of calm are reassuring signs ✔️ Fever in a baby under 2 months always deserves a call to your pediatrician ✔️ Persistent crying with poor feeding, major spit up, or blood in stool needs evaluation ✔️ Not all crying is hunger, babies also cry from overstimulation and adjustment ✔️ Newborns are not spoiled by being held and comforted ✔️ Parents need pauses too, caring for yourself helps you care for your baby Our podcasts are also now on YouTube. If you prefer a video podcast with closed captioning, check us out there and ⁠subscribe to PedsDocTalk⁠. Get trusted pediatric advice, relatable parenting insights, and evidence-based tips delivered straight to your inbox—join thousands of parents who rely on the PDT newsletter to stay informed, supported, and confident. ⁠⁠⁠⁠Join the newsletter⁠⁠⁠⁠! And don't forget to follow ⁠⁠⁠⁠@pedsdoctalkpodcast⁠⁠⁠⁠ on Instagram—our new space just for parents looking for real talk and real support. We love the sponsors that make this show possible! You can always find all the special deals and codes for all our current sponsors on the ⁠PedsDocTalk Podcast Sponsorships⁠ page of the website.  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Submit your question and we'll answer it in a future episode!Join our Patreon Community!https://www.patreon.com/badassbreastfeedingpodcastHave you ever wondered what breastfeeding was like through the ages? Listen intoday as Dianne and Abby talk about the history of breastfeeding, share somehilarious stories and some really interesting facts from long ago. Don't miss thisepisode!If you are a new listener, we would love to hear from you.  Please consider leavingus a review on iTunes or sending us an email with your suggestions and commentsto badassbreastfeedingpodcast@gmail.com. You can also add your email to ourlist and have episodes sent right to your inbox!Things we talked about:Spotify comments [9:11]The idea behind the episode [12:13]Hospital instructions from the 1960's [14:50]Hospital instructions from 1948 [23:12]Hospital instructions from 1070's [25:20]Wet nursing [29:40]Links to information we discussed or episodes you should check out!https://pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC2684040/https://badassbreastfeedingpodcast.com/episode/5-tips-to-breastfeeding-success-infant-edition/Set up your consultation with Diannehttps://badassbreastfeedingpodcast.com/consultations/Check out Dianne's blog here:https://diannecassidyconsulting.com/milklytheblog/Follow our Podcast:https://badassbreastfeedingpodcast.comHere is how you can connect with Dianne and Abby:AbbyTheuring ,https://www.thebadassbreastfeeder.comDianne Cassidy @diannecassidyibclc, http://www.diannecassidyconsulting.comMusic we use:Music: Levels of Greatness from We Used to Paint Stars in the Sky (2012)courtesy of Scott Holmes at freemusicarchive.org/music/ScottHolmes

As a major winter system barrels toward the Upstate, hosts break down what matters, when it matters, and how to prepare. ❄️

Here's a fun one for the holiday. In this show, we answer questions like, "Why do we get the hiccups?" "How do flu shots work?" And of course, "Why do dogs stink when they get wet?"Science can indeed be fun!Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/thethinkingatheist--3270347/support.

The Word-War: Rocks vs. Words!