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 Being PreparedGirl Scouts Venture Into A Boy Scout Camp.Based on a post by Dimension Of Desire. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.It was Summer in the early 70's, and I was away at Boy Scout camp. I was still a virgin. The camp was large and sprawling, located deep in a remote forest. Aside from the main camp building that stood adjacent to a large lake, there were individual campsites for each troop. The camp was so large that it required a fair hike to get to the next troop's campsite.My own troop was camped high on a ridge in the forest. Roughly a dozen boy scouts with raging hormones shared six over-sized tents, two campers per tent, with each tent mounted on a large wooden platform. Nights were spent talking about girls of course, which only stoked those raging hormones. The talk was explicit, as long as our scout leader, who was camped slightly downhill from us, wasn't within earshot.Two weeks of camp in the remote forest passed painfully slow. I was quite tall and lean, not as athletic as my counterparts, and took a bit more ribbing and abuse than average from my peers. We were among the more senior scouts. It was the summer between high school and my first year of college. I had just turned eighteen and was looking forward to autumn when I could enter the next phase of scouting, which was called Explorers. I loved scouting, but the thought of becoming an Explorer was intriguing, more so because Explorers were co-ed.The ribbing got so bad one day that I went for a hike alone in the forest. I came upon an unoccupied campsite with a large platform tent that had a steel cot with a thick, clean mattress. Over the next several days I made it my own secret getaway. It was a comfortable escape where I could enjoy solo time with a few books that I had brought with me. I was a bit of a bookworm back then.Back at camp we sat around the fire after returning from lunch at the mess hall. The mess hall was on the second floor of the main camp building which overlooked the massive lake below. The Director gave announcements and recognized several schouts who complete merit badges and a bunch of us who'd successfully earned our mile swim badges.We sang the scout motto song as we cleared our tables and departed.Be be be prepared,The motto of the Boy Scouts.Be be be prepared,The motto of the scouts!Prepared! Prepared!The motto of the boy scouts.Prepared! Prepared!The motto of the scouts. Hey!After an uneventful lunch we headed back to our campsite which required a two mile hike. There wasn't much to do that afternoon. The lakefront had been shut down to prepare for a camp-wide water competition the next day.Time passed slowly. Back at our campsite we noticed another troop hiking through the other side of the ravine at a distance, but didn't take much notice. It was probably just another group of campers passing through for their backpacking or Orienteering merit badges.But then I noticed that something was different about the hikers; they weren't boys!I snatched a pair of binoculars from my tent. Sure enough, they weren't boys, they were Senior Girl Scouts. My heart raced, and I felt something automatically stirring down below. I could hardly get the words out of my mouth to my comrades; "gurr; ga ga, girls!"In an instant there were twelve horny boys hanging precipitously over a long rock ledge, each with binoculars, spying about a dozen or so very cute girls hiking down slope from us. Their trajectory led right towards our scout leader's tent. From a distance, the girls looked pretty, about the same age range as ourselves, guided by a pretty blonde Girl Scout leader that appeared to be in her mid- to late 20's.To describe the boys as being excited would be an understatement. Their eyes were glued to their binoculars. One boy even set up a telescope on a tripod to get a better view. He positioned himself in a prone position, and looked like a machine gunner preparing to fire. I am sure he wanted to fire his live bullets up inside their fertile bellies.Of course the discussion quickly turned to sex. Most of the boys were focused on the hot blonde Girl Scout leader who wore rather tiny, tight green shorts. Her white short-sleeve blouse was tied under her large tits, exposing her incredibly narrow, bare waist. Every one of boys had some sort of comment, each expressing essentially the same thing; they all wanted to fuck her. I could see one boy stroking himself in his sweatpants, and trying to hide it. He never did live that one down. Suffice to say, every one of us had a massive hard-on.What seemed to be a typical hot, boring, mid-summer afternoon isolated deep in the remote forest had suddenly become every teenage boy's fantasy come to life. We had a perfect view of some of the cutest girls we had ever seen. We were all high on the thought of what each one of us imagined we'd like to do with them. Our primitive male instincts naturally kicked into high gear.We scurried back to our tents as soon as we noticed our scout leader heading for our campsite. We did a good job not being caught spying. He called to wake us from our supposed siesta, and sat us around the camp fire. He explained that a troop of Girl Scouts were hiking through the area en route to the far side of the lake where other Girl Scout troops were holding their summer camp several miles to the East. Aware that we were a cauldron of hormones ready to erupt, he issued strict orders to keep our distance from the girls. He had arranged to put the troop of girls up for the night at an adjacent campsite about a quarter mile from ours. Anyone caught anywhere close to the girls camp site would result in immediate termination of their summer stay.As if that was going to work; ha! He left us and returned to his own camp site. The troop of girls had disappeared by then, but about an hour later one of the boys noticed the Girl Scout leader returning, alone, to our scout leader's campsite. The two of them sat side-by-side on a large log and talked. We were beyond earshot to hear anything except the rustling of the leaves around us. Of course we all high-fived each other about our scout leader, who was single and in his late twenties. A good-looking stud in his own right, he was studying to become a minister. We just couldn't see him as one, and don't think he became one after that event.The pair disappeared into his tent. We were beyond giddy imagining what they might be doing with each other, but quickly realized that it was the perfect opportunity to go find the girl's camp. We knew that it wouldn't take long for the news of the girl's presence to spread like wildfire throughout the rest of the camp, after which the area would become strictly off-limits, and guarded like Fort Knox. We had to act fast.We made our way through the backwoods and quickly found the girl's camp. We made sure to wear backpacks to make it look like we just happened to come upon their camp while hiking. It worked. When we emerged from the trail, there, in the isolated camp site, stood twelve of the prettiest girls, all dressed in their regulation Girl Scout uniforms, and us boys wearing our regulation Boy Scout uniforms. I don't think you could find a single girl or boy at that moment that was disappointed. At first the girls looked slightly alarmed, but after they huddled for a few moments their frowns quickly turned to big smiles. The girls then scurried to offer us a place to rest and pampered us with snacks, drinks, and lots of attention.  I even charted our compass settings and paces, under the guise of preparing for a test.We mentioned that when we left our campsite, their Girl Scout leared was still in our scoutmaster's tent, with just him. Eyebrows raised and girls chuckled.It was the only time in my young existence that I can recall a place where a group of teen boys and girls were practically drowning in a sea or raging hormones. It was difficult to conceal the large bulges in our Boy Scout trousers. We wore the classic tan Boy Scout pants and tan short-sleeve shirts, complete with badge-laden sashes, canvas belts, neckerchiefs and clasps. Be Prepared was our motto, but we were certainly not prepared for this! That garb was only worn at official ceremonies, but we were too stupid to know the girls figured we were just trying to impress them. They played along.After a bit of banter, the boys and girls naturally split up into pairs or foursomes, having conversations with each other. Flirting was on display, but nothing else happened at first. Everyone was on the lookout for the scout leaders; thank goodness for walkie-talkies.One Girl Scout in particular sparked my interest. To me she was a little goddess. I was tall, approaching six feet, and she was a petite little thing, standing all of five feet tall, if that. I felt my heart drop into the pit my gut when our eyes met. She appeared to be about my age with big green eyes and silky straight auburn hair with long, straight bangs.All of the girls were Senior Girl scouts. Senior Girl Scouts were more mature Girl Scouts that wore dark green skirts with the Girl Scout emblem prominently displayed on the left waistband of their skirt. They all wore tight white button-down short-sleeve shirts with the green Girl Scout clover embroidered on the shirt pocket, very sexy. Some of the girls were more developed than others, but the one that caught my eye was clearly well endowed.I knew our time was short. After some initial talk and innocent flirting, it was clear that the two of us had made an instant and powerful connection. Our hearts raced, practically beating right through our uniforms. My cock was rock hard and throbbing. I practically came when she leaned into me and placed her hand high on my upper thigh only an inch or so from my crotch. She uttered something about primitive camping in the wild. That's exactly what I was thinking; wild!We were fortunate to enjoy almost two full hours with the girls. Some of the boys began making out with the girls in their tents. Mine leaned in for a kiss; I was more than happy to oblige. As her lips made contact with mine I discovered heaven on earth. Her lips were soft and thick; utter perfection as mine melted into hers. Her name was Rebecca. She asked me to call her Becky.The fun didn't last long enough. We were alerted that the scout leaders had emerged from their little nookie nest. That was our cue to make a quick exit and evacuate before the enemy returned. As we concluded yet another long, slow kiss I peered into the deep pools of Becky's bright green eyes and informed her, regretfully, that we had to part. We were resigned to the notion that this would be the first and last time we'd ever see each other, but as I prepared to bid her farewell, I took both of her hands in mine and told her about my secret enclave. I explained where it was in the unlikely event that she could break free later that evening.Behind a large tent I gave Becky a final farewell kiss, told her that she was the most beautiful and amazing girl I had ever met, and then bolted in an effort to catch up with the other boys. We escaped just moments before the Girl Scout leader returned.Back at our camp we gathered around the fire once more; boys feeling they had become men in just a short time. The boisterous talk was instantly curtailed when our scout leader approached, clueless about our afternoon shenanigans. We kept our secret well, and ribbed him about his extended visit with the hot-looking Girl Scout leader. One boy that acted as our lookout said that the Girl Scout leader appeared quite disheveled when she emerged from his tent, and he had been tucking his shirt and zipping up his pants. He insisted that they had only talked and discussed scout leader things, but we had fun insinuating more, after which he abruptly shut down our conversation and barked orders to prepare for the long hike to the mess hall for dinner. The mess hall was in the main building where roughly a thousand boys converged for meals twice daily.I suggested a friendly game of ‘capture the flag' between the two troops. But our scoutmaster strictly forbid any contact with the girls.We arrived at the mess hall. Scouts were required to show-up in full dress uniform, well pressed, and well groomed. When we entered the soaring mess hall with its massive wooden beams, there was a rather unusual hush. There, not far from our assigned table, sat the group of Girl Scouts. Hundreds of young guys and a handful of pretty gals, all dressed in their official Girl Scout uniforms. You could hear a pin drop. One of the boys sitting an adjacent table leaned over to me and muttered something crass about what he'd like to do to a few of them. I just smiled in response before returning to my meal, trying conceal occasional attempts to catch a glimpse of Becky.I was quick to arrange a swap of KP duty. That's kitchen patrol. We volunteer one person from each table, to help clean up and scrub the dishes.Looking toward the girl scout table, our eyes met and the two of us fell into a trance. I could visibly see the want in Becky's eyes, and a bit of sadness in her pouty lips. The sound of utensils clanging on dishes and discussions receded into the distance, becoming only a faint echo in my head. Only a few feet separated me from my entire world; though it might as well have been half a world away. There was nothing I could do to get any closer. My mind began to wander.I thought, if only I could muster enough courage to make some sort of grand gesture. I imagined myself pushing away from the table, walking straight over to Becky, lifting her high into my arms, and kissing her while the entire legion of boys erupted in cheers. Then again, I knew I'd more likely end-up unconscious and horizontal on a stretcher if I did, or worse.Whack! A slap from one of my buddies snapped me back to reality from my zombie state."What the fuck is wrong with you?" he asked, for which I had no ready response. As Becky's face came back into focus I could see her laughing. I blushed with embarrassment.I went back to the counter for a refill of my drink. That's when Becky decided she too, needed more fluids. As I stood at the dispenser, she silently stood next to me. I mumbled just loud enough; “Volunteer for KP duty.”Dinner ended and I sadly found out the girls were honored guests, not required to serve KP. Oh well, it was a long shot. But the camp cook gave the girls a guided tour of the lodge, so I did get to wink at her twice, while washing down the tables and sweeping the floor.I made my way back to camp. When dusk began to fall I exited the rear of my tent with my day pack; and slipped undetected into the thick forest. The scout with whom I bunked had gone to the infirmary after becoming ill from dinner. That allowed me to escape unnoticed. I made it to my private enclave just as dusk settled in.Night was falling and I soon realized that I was going to remain there, alone. I began to pack up my things to return to my troop's campsite. Just as I emerged from the tent, there stood Becky, like an angel from heaven wearing a smile larger than the full moon that softly lit the landscape around us. Becky approached me, slowly, held out her hands, and grasped both of mine."I couldn't bear to leave here tomorrow without seeing you again." she said in a soft and sincere voice.There we stood, our hands clasped, and our eyes fixated upon each other. She was the ultimate image of sexy standing there in front of me. She wore the classic green socks embroidered with the Girl Scout emblem on each side, along with bright yellow flash garters that held them up. Her black patent Mary Janes were so shiny they reflected a little bit of her white panties from beneath her green Girl Scout skirt, which was now much shorter than I had recalled earlier that day.Becky looked up at me with those big green eyes which were slightly covered by her long silky straight bangs. Around her neck she wore a Girl Scout locket. I could partially see down her blouse and caught a brief glimpse of her cleavage.There we stood, silent. We didn't want to move, we just stared at each other and drank each other in. The look in her eyes was dreamy. That a girl could gaze upon me with such adoration was mind-blowing. I was falling in love for the first time in my young life.I had packed my tent lantern, but a fire within me was far hotter than any fire I could ever make with conventional wood. I took her hand in mine and gently led her into my tent. The tent was roomy and cozy. I had made it quite homey with a sleeping bag, blankets, and two pillows on the sturdy cot. We sat side-by-side, both feeling a little awkward, not knowing where to start or what to do next.I slipped my hand into hers, lifted my other hand, placed it gently on her cheek, and then brushed back her soft hair while bringing my lips close to hers, but not yet touching. My hand slipped down to her neck. Only our hot steamy breath separated our parted lips by mere millimeters. She closed her eyes; there wasn't anything either of us ever wanted more than to feel each other's lips touch at that moment.And they did. Our hearts connected as our lips met. We felt one with each other. Our sweet soft kisses said everything that needed to be said. Our kisses became deeper, longer, and more passionate as our tongues gently entangled. We never wanted this evening to end.She slowly raised her hands up to each side my face, paused, and made me look directly into her eyes. Now face-to-face, she pulled back slightly."I want you!" she asserted with absolute certainty.Becky stood up, her tight young body only inches in front of me. I remained seated. She backed away slightly, still grasping both of my hands. There she stood, the cutest, sexiest young lady that was beyond any divine creature I could ever conjure up in my dreams.I couldn't believe that this incredible sexy girl was standing there, right in front of me. Her cute round face, small slightly upturned nose, flawless complexion, and perfect body glowed in the moonlight. Her perky round tits protruded through her tight-fitting white blouse, partially obscured by the long green Girl Scout sash laden with merit badges that stretched from the top of her shoulder on one side, down to her opposite hip. She also wore the classic green Girl Scout necktie. Becky teasingly pointed to a patch on my own uniform that read "Be Prepared" and asked me if I was. Completely entranced and under her spell, I nodded to affirm.She began to dance in slow motion, teasing me with her tight curvy body, first moving in closer, then further away, almost like a seasoned stripper but remaining fully clothed. She leaned one shoulder into me. On the crest of her shoulder attached to her white blouse was a patch that read Girl Scouts U.S.A. I thought to myself, thank God for Girl Scouts!"Do you like Girl Scouts?" She quizzed in a teasing and seductive tone."I, I love one Girl Scout, I mean, I love this Girl Scout." quickly correcting myself."Right answer!" Becky shot back, moving in closer and sporting a broad smile.Truth be told, I always had it in for girls in uniform, especially girl scouts. I had attended private school for most of my youth, and the girls were allowed to wear their uniforms on days when they held meetings after school in the gym. I couldn't help but notice them every time. I am certain they knew the effect that they had on us boys. I would often head home after school and masturbate to the thought of fucking at least one of them, and I am sure that was par for most boys my age. And now here was my dream Girl Scout standing right in front of me, alone, on a warm summer night. My cock was rock hard, massive, and throbbing with only one desire, to impale this little vixen on it.Her writhing body made me melt. She spun around and leaned her back into my chest, slid down and then settled her tiny round ass squarely in my lap. She began grinding her cute bottom into my groin, leaned her head back to steal a kiss, but then feigned and pulled away. She did that repeatedly, teasing me, and taking me to the brink. This girl was quite the skilled temptress."Where did you learn to do that?" I asked."I have two older sisters, they showed me how to be with a boy" she shot back with a carefree chuckle.She spun around and pushed her tits into my chest, slithering up and landing a deep, wet kiss on my lips before standing up again between my parted legs. She then placed her hands on my knees and leaned down just far enough to make sure I could see her cleavage, then gently dropped to her knees between my legs. Her hands began to caress the bulge tenting through my trousers. Becky looked up at me through her long bangs."Hmmm, what do we have here?" asked the little temptress, rhetorically, as a wicked grin broke out on her face while her tiny hand caressed the erection in my pants.Becky slowly unzipped my trousers, pulled out my large, long cock, and began to stroke it. Her eyes bulged wide when she saw the actual size of my Boy Scout gear. Quite pleased, she lowered her head and wrapped her soft lips around it. Becky slid both lips over the tip of my tool and encircled it with her young skillful tongue. At one point she looked up at me with my cock in her mouth, her eyes peering through her long straight bangs, and then plunged back down on it. She did that repeatedly, sucking my cock with wanton delight, slowly at first, then faster."Hmm!" she moaned as her hungry mouth devoured my cock.Becky's moans were muted with her mouth full of my manhood, but the vibration only served to make me even harder. I was amazed watching this little girl take all eight inches of my hard cock down her throat. I did all I could to keep from ejaculating but it was mighty difficult. Becky had a skillful tongue that brought me to the brink of ejaculation multiple times. It became a bit of a game and challenge between us. She giggled because she knew I was about to explode. I resisted by resting my groin muscles each time I reached the brink, but she was determined to make me cum.Becky suddenly stood-up again, lifted my legs sideways, and stretched me horizontal on the mattress. She then straddled my hips, lifted her short green skirt, and pulled aside her white satin panties exposing her perfect teenage Twaut. The folds of her moist womanhood hovered only millimeters above the head of my cock, just waiting to be split open by it. She rolled her head back over her shoulders and played with her Twaut using two fingers, exhaling with pleasure. She then lowered one hand and gripped my hard shaft while simultaneously caressing her tits over her Girl Scout blouse, which appeared to be at least a size or two too small.We both remained fully dressed, maybe because we were worried that we might have to make a quick exit in the event an unwanted intruder should happen upon us, but we were quite remote and far from where anyone could see or hear us. She continued stroking my cock and looked directly into my eyes with steadfast determination."Do you want this?" she asked mischievously.

 Being PreparedGirl Scouts Venture Into A Boy Scout Camp.Based on a post by Dimension Of Desire. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.It was Summer in the early 70's, and I was away at Boy Scout camp. I was still a virgin. The camp was large and sprawling, located deep in a remote forest. Aside from the main camp building that stood adjacent to a large lake, there were individual campsites for each troop. The camp was so large that it required a fair hike to get to the next troop's campsite.My own troop was camped high on a ridge in the forest. Roughly a dozen boy scouts with raging hormones shared six over-sized tents, two campers per tent, with each tent mounted on a large wooden platform. Nights were spent talking about girls of course, which only stoked those raging hormones. The talk was explicit, as long as our scout leader, who was camped slightly downhill from us, wasn't within earshot.Two weeks of camp in the remote forest passed painfully slow. I was quite tall and lean, not as athletic as my counterparts, and took a bit more ribbing and abuse than average from my peers. We were among the more senior scouts. It was the summer between high school and my first year of college. I had just turned eighteen and was looking forward to autumn when I could enter the next phase of scouting, which was called Explorers. I loved scouting, but the thought of becoming an Explorer was intriguing, more so because Explorers were co-ed.The ribbing got so bad one day that I went for a hike alone in the forest. I came upon an unoccupied campsite with a large platform tent that had a steel cot with a thick, clean mattress. Over the next several days I made it my own secret getaway. It was a comfortable escape where I could enjoy solo time with a few books that I had brought with me. I was a bit of a bookworm back then.Back at camp we sat around the fire after returning from lunch at the mess hall. The mess hall was on the second floor of the main camp building which overlooked the massive lake below. The Director gave announcements and recognized several schouts who complete merit badges and a bunch of us who'd successfully earned our mile swim badges.We sang the scout motto song as we cleared our tables and departed.Be be be prepared,The motto of the Boy Scouts.Be be be prepared,The motto of the scouts!Prepared! Prepared!The motto of the boy scouts.Prepared! Prepared!The motto of the scouts. Hey!After an uneventful lunch we headed back to our campsite which required a two mile hike. There wasn't much to do that afternoon. The lakefront had been shut down to prepare for a camp-wide water competition the next day.Time passed slowly. Back at our campsite we noticed another troop hiking through the other side of the ravine at a distance, but didn't take much notice. It was probably just another group of campers passing through for their backpacking or Orienteering merit badges.But then I noticed that something was different about the hikers; they weren't boys!I snatched a pair of binoculars from my tent. Sure enough, they weren't boys, they were Senior Girl Scouts. My heart raced, and I felt something automatically stirring down below. I could hardly get the words out of my mouth to my comrades; "gurr; ga ga, girls!"In an instant there were twelve horny boys hanging precipitously over a long rock ledge, each with binoculars, spying about a dozen or so very cute girls hiking down slope from us. Their trajectory led right towards our scout leader's tent. From a distance, the girls looked pretty, about the same age range as ourselves, guided by a pretty blonde Girl Scout leader that appeared to be in her mid- to late 20's.To describe the boys as being excited would be an understatement. Their eyes were glued to their binoculars. One boy even set up a telescope on a tripod to get a better view. He positioned himself in a prone position, and looked like a machine gunner preparing to fire. I am sure he wanted to fire his live bullets up inside their fertile bellies.Of course the discussion quickly turned to sex. Most of the boys were focused on the hot blonde Girl Scout leader who wore rather tiny, tight green shorts. Her white short-sleeve blouse was tied under her large tits, exposing her incredibly narrow, bare waist. Every one of boys had some sort of comment, each expressing essentially the same thing; they all wanted to fuck her. I could see one boy stroking himself in his sweatpants, and trying to hide it. He never did live that one down. Suffice to say, every one of us had a massive hard-on.What seemed to be a typical hot, boring, mid-summer afternoon isolated deep in the remote forest had suddenly become every teenage boy's fantasy come to life. We had a perfect view of some of the cutest girls we had ever seen. We were all high on the thought of what each one of us imagined we'd like to do with them. Our primitive male instincts naturally kicked into high gear.We scurried back to our tents as soon as we noticed our scout leader heading for our campsite. We did a good job not being caught spying. He called to wake us from our supposed siesta, and sat us around the camp fire. He explained that a troop of Girl Scouts were hiking through the area en route to the far side of the lake where other Girl Scout troops were holding their summer camp several miles to the East. Aware that we were a cauldron of hormones ready to erupt, he issued strict orders to keep our distance from the girls. He had arranged to put the troop of girls up for the night at an adjacent campsite about a quarter mile from ours. Anyone caught anywhere close to the girls camp site would result in immediate termination of their summer stay.As if that was going to work; ha! He left us and returned to his own camp site. The troop of girls had disappeared by then, but about an hour later one of the boys noticed the Girl Scout leader returning, alone, to our scout leader's campsite. The two of them sat side-by-side on a large log and talked. We were beyond earshot to hear anything except the rustling of the leaves around us. Of course we all high-fived each other about our scout leader, who was single and in his late twenties. A good-looking stud in his own right, he was studying to become a minister. We just couldn't see him as one, and don't think he became one after that event.The pair disappeared into his tent. We were beyond giddy imagining what they might be doing with each other, but quickly realized that it was the perfect opportunity to go find the girl's camp. We knew that it wouldn't take long for the news of the girl's presence to spread like wildfire throughout the rest of the camp, after which the area would become strictly off-limits, and guarded like Fort Knox. We had to act fast.We made our way through the backwoods and quickly found the girl's camp. We made sure to wear backpacks to make it look like we just happened to come upon their camp while hiking. It worked. When we emerged from the trail, there, in the isolated camp site, stood twelve of the prettiest girls, all dressed in their regulation Girl Scout uniforms, and us boys wearing our regulation Boy Scout uniforms. I don't think you could find a single girl or boy at that moment that was disappointed. At first the girls looked slightly alarmed, but after they huddled for a few moments their frowns quickly turned to big smiles. The girls then scurried to offer us a place to rest and pampered us with snacks, drinks, and lots of attention.  I even charted our compass settings and paces, under the guise of preparing for a test.We mentioned that when we left our campsite, their Girl Scout leared was still in our scoutmaster's tent, with just him. Eyebrows raised and girls chuckled.It was the only time in my young existence that I can recall a place where a group of teen boys and girls were practically drowning in a sea or raging hormones. It was difficult to conceal the large bulges in our Boy Scout trousers. We wore the classic tan Boy Scout pants and tan short-sleeve shirts, complete with badge-laden sashes, canvas belts, neckerchiefs and clasps. Be Prepared was our motto, but we were certainly not prepared for this! That garb was only worn at official ceremonies, but we were too stupid to know the girls figured we were just trying to impress them. They played along.After a bit of banter, the boys and girls naturally split up into pairs or foursomes, having conversations with each other. Flirting was on display, but nothing else happened at first. Everyone was on the lookout for the scout leaders; thank goodness for walkie-talkies.One Girl Scout in particular sparked my interest. To me she was a little goddess. I was tall, approaching six feet, and she was a petite little thing, standing all of five feet tall, if that. I felt my heart drop into the pit my gut when our eyes met. She appeared to be about my age with big green eyes and silky straight auburn hair with long, straight bangs.All of the girls were Senior Girl scouts. Senior Girl Scouts were more mature Girl Scouts that wore dark green skirts with the Girl Scout emblem prominently displayed on the left waistband of their skirt. They all wore tight white button-down short-sleeve shirts with the green Girl Scout clover embroidered on the shirt pocket, very sexy. Some of the girls were more developed than others, but the one that caught my eye was clearly well endowed.I knew our time was short. After some initial talk and innocent flirting, it was clear that the two of us had made an instant and powerful connection. Our hearts raced, practically beating right through our uniforms. My cock was rock hard and throbbing. I practically came when she leaned into me and placed her hand high on my upper thigh only an inch or so from my crotch. She uttered something about primitive camping in the wild. That's exactly what I was thinking; wild!We were fortunate to enjoy almost two full hours with the girls. Some of the boys began making out with the girls in their tents. Mine leaned in for a kiss; I was more than happy to oblige. As her lips made contact with mine I discovered heaven on earth. Her lips were soft and thick; utter perfection as mine melted into hers. Her name was Rebecca. She asked me to call her Becky.The fun didn't last long enough. We were alerted that the scout leaders had emerged from their little nookie nest. That was our cue to make a quick exit and evacuate before the enemy returned. As we concluded yet another long, slow kiss I peered into the deep pools of Becky's bright green eyes and informed her, regretfully, that we had to part. We were resigned to the notion that this would be the first and last time we'd ever see each other, but as I prepared to bid her farewell, I took both of her hands in mine and told her about my secret enclave. I explained where it was in the unlikely event that she could break free later that evening.Behind a large tent I gave Becky a final farewell kiss, told her that she was the most beautiful and amazing girl I had ever met, and then bolted in an effort to catch up with the other boys. We escaped just moments before the Girl Scout leader returned.Back at our camp we gathered around the fire once more; boys feeling they had become men in just a short time. The boisterous talk was instantly curtailed when our scout leader approached, clueless about our afternoon shenanigans. We kept our secret well, and ribbed him about his extended visit with the hot-looking Girl Scout leader. One boy that acted as our lookout said that the Girl Scout leader appeared quite disheveled when she emerged from his tent, and he had been tucking his shirt and zipping up his pants. He insisted that they had only talked and discussed scout leader things, but we had fun insinuating more, after which he abruptly shut down our conversation and barked orders to prepare for the long hike to the mess hall for dinner. The mess hall was in the main building where roughly a thousand boys converged for meals twice daily.I suggested a friendly game of ‘capture the flag' between the two troops. But our scoutmaster strictly forbid any contact with the girls.We arrived at the mess hall. Scouts were required to show-up in full dress uniform, well pressed, and well groomed. When we entered the soaring mess hall with its massive wooden beams, there was a rather unusual hush. There, not far from our assigned table, sat the group of Girl Scouts. Hundreds of young guys and a handful of pretty gals, all dressed in their official Girl Scout uniforms. You could hear a pin drop. One of the boys sitting an adjacent table leaned over to me and muttered something crass about what he'd like to do to a few of them. I just smiled in response before returning to my meal, trying conceal occasional attempts to catch a glimpse of Becky.I was quick to arrange a swap of KP duty. That's kitchen patrol. We volunteer one person from each table, to help clean up and scrub the dishes.Looking toward the girl scout table, our eyes met and the two of us fell into a trance. I could visibly see the want in Becky's eyes, and a bit of sadness in her pouty lips. The sound of utensils clanging on dishes and discussions receded into the distance, becoming only a faint echo in my head. Only a few feet separated me from my entire world; though it might as well have been half a world away. There was nothing I could do to get any closer. My mind began to wander.I thought, if only I could muster enough courage to make some sort of grand gesture. I imagined myself pushing away from the table, walking straight over to Becky, lifting her high into my arms, and kissing her while the entire legion of boys erupted in cheers. Then again, I knew I'd more likely end-up unconscious and horizontal on a stretcher if I did, or worse.Whack! A slap from one of my buddies snapped me back to reality from my zombie state."What the fuck is wrong with you?" he asked, for which I had no ready response. As Becky's face came back into focus I could see her laughing. I blushed with embarrassment.I went back to the counter for a refill of my drink. That's when Becky decided she too, needed more fluids. As I stood at the dispenser, she silently stood next to me. I mumbled just loud enough; “Volunteer for KP duty.”Dinner ended and I sadly found out the girls were honored guests, not required to serve KP. Oh well, it was a long shot. But the camp cook gave the girls a guided tour of the lodge, so I did get to wink at her twice, while washing down the tables and sweeping the floor.I made my way back to camp. When dusk began to fall I exited the rear of my tent with my day pack; and slipped undetected into the thick forest. The scout with whom I bunked had gone to the infirmary after becoming ill from dinner. That allowed me to escape unnoticed. I made it to my private enclave just as dusk settled in.Night was falling and I soon realized that I was going to remain there, alone. I began to pack up my things to return to my troop's campsite. Just as I emerged from the tent, there stood Becky, like an angel from heaven wearing a smile larger than the full moon that softly lit the landscape around us. Becky approached me, slowly, held out her hands, and grasped both of mine."I couldn't bear to leave here tomorrow without seeing you again." she said in a soft and sincere voice.There we stood, our hands clasped, and our eyes fixated upon each other. She was the ultimate image of sexy standing there in front of me. She wore the classic green socks embroidered with the Girl Scout emblem on each side, along with bright yellow flash garters that held them up. Her black patent Mary Janes were so shiny they reflected a little bit of her white panties from beneath her green Girl Scout skirt, which was now much shorter than I had recalled earlier that day.Becky looked up at me with those big green eyes which were slightly covered by her long silky straight bangs. Around her neck she wore a Girl Scout locket. I could partially see down her blouse and caught a brief glimpse of her cleavage.There we stood, silent. We didn't want to move, we just stared at each other and drank each other in. The look in her eyes was dreamy. That a girl could gaze upon me with such adoration was mind-blowing. I was falling in love for the first time in my young life.I had packed my tent lantern, but a fire within me was far hotter than any fire I could ever make with conventional wood. I took her hand in mine and gently led her into my tent. The tent was roomy and cozy. I had made it quite homey with a sleeping bag, blankets, and two pillows on the sturdy cot. We sat side-by-side, both feeling a little awkward, not knowing where to start or what to do next.I slipped my hand into hers, lifted my other hand, placed it gently on her cheek, and then brushed back her soft hair while bringing my lips close to hers, but not yet touching. My hand slipped down to her neck. Only our hot steamy breath separated our parted lips by mere millimeters. She closed her eyes; there wasn't anything either of us ever wanted more than to feel each other's lips touch at that moment.And they did. Our hearts connected as our lips met. We felt one with each other. Our sweet soft kisses said everything that needed to be said. Our kisses became deeper, longer, and more passionate as our tongues gently entangled. We never wanted this evening to end.She slowly raised her hands up to each side my face, paused, and made me look directly into her eyes. Now face-to-face, she pulled back slightly."I want you!" she asserted with absolute certainty.Becky stood up, her tight young body only inches in front of me. I remained seated. She backed away slightly, still grasping both of my hands. There she stood, the cutest, sexiest young lady that was beyond any divine creature I could ever conjure up in my dreams.I couldn't believe that this incredible sexy girl was standing there, right in front of me. Her cute round face, small slightly upturned nose, flawless complexion, and perfect body glowed in the moonlight. Her perky round tits protruded through her tight-fitting white blouse, partially obscured by the long green Girl Scout sash laden with merit badges that stretched from the top of her shoulder on one side, down to her opposite hip. She also wore the classic green Girl Scout necktie. Becky teasingly pointed to a patch on my own uniform that read "Be Prepared" and asked me if I was. Completely entranced and under her spell, I nodded to affirm.She began to dance in slow motion, teasing me with her tight curvy body, first moving in closer, then further away, almost like a seasoned stripper but remaining fully clothed. She leaned one shoulder into me. On the crest of her shoulder attached to her white blouse was a patch that read Girl Scouts U.S.A. I thought to myself, thank God for Girl Scouts!"Do you like Girl Scouts?" She quizzed in a teasing and seductive tone."I, I love one Girl Scout, I mean, I love this Girl Scout." quickly correcting myself."Right answer!" Becky shot back, moving in closer and sporting a broad smile.Truth be told, I always had it in for girls in uniform, especially girl scouts. I had attended private school for most of my youth, and the girls were allowed to wear their uniforms on days when they held meetings after school in the gym. I couldn't help but notice them every time. I am certain they knew the effect that they had on us boys. I would often head home after school and masturbate to the thought of fucking at least one of them, and I am sure that was par for most boys my age. And now here was my dream Girl Scout standing right in front of me, alone, on a warm summer night. My cock was rock hard, massive, and throbbing with only one desire, to impale this little vixen on it.Her writhing body made me melt. She spun around and leaned her back into my chest, slid down and then settled her tiny round ass squarely in my lap. She began grinding her cute bottom into my groin, leaned her head back to steal a kiss, but then feigned and pulled away. She did that repeatedly, teasing me, and taking me to the brink. This girl was quite the skilled temptress."Where did you learn to do that?" I asked."I have two older sisters, they showed me how to be with a boy" she shot back with a carefree chuckle.She spun around and pushed her tits into my chest, slithering up and landing a deep, wet kiss on my lips before standing up again between my parted legs. She then placed her hands on my knees and leaned down just far enough to make sure I could see her cleavage, then gently dropped to her knees between my legs. Her hands began to caress the bulge tenting through my trousers. Becky looked up at me through her long bangs."Hmmm, what do we have here?" asked the little temptress, rhetorically, as a wicked grin broke out on her face while her tiny hand caressed the erection in my pants.Becky slowly unzipped my trousers, pulled out my large, long cock, and began to stroke it. Her eyes bulged wide when she saw the actual size of my Boy Scout gear. Quite pleased, she lowered her head and wrapped her soft lips around it. Becky slid both lips over the tip of my tool and encircled it with her young skillful tongue. At one point she looked up at me with my cock in her mouth, her eyes peering through her long straight bangs, and then plunged back down on it. She did that repeatedly, sucking my cock with wanton delight, slowly at first, then faster."Hmm!" she moaned as her hungry mouth devoured my cock.Becky's moans were muted with her mouth full of my manhood, but the vibration only served to make me even harder. I was amazed watching this little girl take all eight inches of my hard cock down her throat. I did all I could to keep from ejaculating but it was mighty difficult. Becky had a skillful tongue that brought me to the brink of ejaculation multiple times. It became a bit of a game and challenge between us. She giggled because she knew I was about to explode. I resisted by resting my groin muscles each time I reached the brink, but she was determined to make me cum.Becky suddenly stood-up again, lifted my legs sideways, and stretched me horizontal on the mattress. She then straddled my hips, lifted her short green skirt, and pulled aside her white satin panties exposing her perfect teenage Twaut. The folds of her moist womanhood hovered only millimeters above the head of my cock, just waiting to be split open by it. She rolled her head back over her shoulders and played with her Twaut using two fingers, exhaling with pleasure. She then lowered one hand and gripped my hard shaft while simultaneously caressing her tits over her Girl Scout blouse, which appeared to be at least a size or two too small.We both remained fully dressed, maybe because we were worried that we might have to make a quick exit in the event an unwanted intruder should happen upon us, but we were quite remote and far from where anyone could see or hear us. She continued stroking my cock and looked directly into my eyes with steadfast determination."Do you want this?" she asked mischievously.

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Jason Fitz and Frank Schwab talk about the surprising news of Frank Ragnow retiring at the age of 29, thus leaving the Detroit Lions with two holes on their offensive line after Kevin Zeitler's departure this offseason. With an already competitive NFC North, the guys wonder if the championship window for the Lions is already starting to close after missing out on a title last year.Later on this episode of Inside Coverage, Fitz and Frank get into the trade rumor surrounding Jonnu Smith and the Pittsburgh Steelers and if Trey Hendrickson is really going to hold out with the Cincinnati Bengals in hopes of securing one last massive pay day.Next, the guys get into who could be a good sleeper pick for the offensive rookie of the year, make a few predictions on team win totals that seem out of whack and take a look at who's improved, stayed the same and gotten worse in the AFC North.(2:00) - Lions in trouble without Frank Ragnow?(14:25) - Steelers inquiring about TE Jonnu Smith(21:05) - Would Trey Hendrickson really hold out?(26:25) - OROY favorite picks(33:10) - NFL win totals that are out of whack(51:25) - Rise, Repeat or Retreat? AFC North Subscribe to the Inside Coverage on your favorite podcast app:

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Nancy keeps singing “Every Light in the House” by Trace Adkins because she had to turn all the light in her house on this morning. She is selling her house and there is a showing today. Joey times his drive to work every morning using a stopwatch. He knows exactly how long it takes to get almost everywhere. Hot Tea: Ella Langley seems to be throwing shade at Riley Green on her TikTok account. Tim McGraw says he is too old to sing about tailgates and bikinis. A pregnant TV news anchor's water broke, but she continued doing her show for 3 hours before going to the hospital. Nancy’s son, Ben, won the citizenship award at school! She had to keep it a secret for days and force him to go to the ceremony. What did you do in school that your teacher never found out about? Lucky 7 A movie about the game “Whack-a-Mole" is being made. Joey made mock movie trailers for other classic games. Nancy was feeling a type of way and sent “Worst Way” by Riley Green to her husband. He ruined the moment by saying he didn’t like the song. Tony Vitello spoke about Morgan Wallen’s baseball talent during the UT game last night. Joey is still learning to play the piano and loves seeing how far he has come since the beginning. A couple with the last name of “Blizzard” got their wedding catered by Dairy Queen for free. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Nancy keeps singing “Every Light in the House” by Trace Adkins because she had to turn all the light in her house on this morning. She is selling her house and there is a showing today. Joey times his drive to work every morning using a stopwatch. He knows exactly how long it takes to get almost everywhere. Hot Tea: Ella Langley seems to be throwing shade at Riley Green on her TikTok account. Tim McGraw says he is too old to sing about tailgates and bikinis. A pregnant TV news anchor's water broke, but she continued doing her show for 3 hours before going to the hospital. Nancy’s son, Ben, won the citizenship award at school! She had to keep it a secret for days and force him to go to the ceremony. What did you do in school that your teacher never found out about? Lucky 7 A movie about the game “Whack-a-Mole" is being made. Joey made mock movie trailers for other classic games. Nancy was feeling a type of way and sent “Worst Way” by Riley Green to her husband. He ruined the moment by saying he didn’t like the song. Tony Vitello spoke about Morgan Wallen’s baseball talent during the UT game last night. Joey is still learning to play the piano and loves seeing how far he has come since the beginning. A couple with the last name of “Blizzard” got their wedding catered by Dairy Queen for free. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Billy kicks things off with the All Sports Report, as Ange Postecoglou goes WHACK on a UK journo. One of Ange's best mates Chris Nikou joins the show from Bilbao, where the Spurs take on Manchester United in tomorrow's Europa League Final. Billy has a chaotic Hump Day Quiz, and North Melbourne President Dr Sonja Hood is in studio to talk about the Kangas' 100 year celebrations against Collingwood on Saturday. The Cats get a couple of stars back at VFL level this weekend, JB talks about his experience at the 1984 FA Cup Final, Billy runs through the big winners in the Australian Hotels Association Awards, and he has some advice for the perfect chicken parma. West Coast legend Guy McKenna is in studio to chat about JB being a redhead, beating Billy in two Grand Finals, and why he thinks the Gold Coast Suns couldn't make finals under his watch. Finally, Billy has a short and sharp joke about his day out at an antiques show.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

We're chatting how far is too far with winning at all costs, what it means for newbies, what do we want to see in the tournament scene, and does Andrew still harbour resentment for Josh Purple Sunning his dwarves off the board all those years ago??[0:01:30] Intro[0:09:04] Gaming Etiquette[1:05:00] Patreon Shoutouts and Questions (!!!) including such gems as, 'Sisters of the Thorn, or Sisters of Avelorn?"[1:42:16]  Mini Wood Elf AJ Rundown[2:03:20] ToW:RPG Cover Reveal Update[2:07:50] Hobby (featuring Josh's new tower)[2:16:30] Wrap-upJoin our live stream chat on Discord if you want to share hobby - https://discord.gg/9ZfQtvGUA4Shop Old World @ Element Gameshttps://elementgames.co.uk/wargames-and-miniatures-by-manufacturer/games-workshop/warhammer-the-old-world?d=11247Let's get into it!!Links and Shoutouts✨ Old World Rankings - https://oldworldrankings.comSquare Based Renegade Pack - https://www.squarebased.com/Support the Show

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Send us a textJim Vaselopulos is a C-level business advisor and executive coach with a proven record as a leader, strategist, rainmaker, and expert in new business development. With his principled leadership, visionary approach, and effective execution, Jim has successfully established new companies and transformed underperforming organizations. As the founder of Rafti Advisors, Jim assists early-stage businesses in launching successfully, growth-stage enterprises in accelerating their progress, and established organizations in navigating complex challenges and strategic shifts. Jim teaches sales and professional development and frequently speaks on the subjects of leadership and innovation. He also volunteers regularly with business incubators and veterans groups. Jim is also the author of Clarity: Business Wisdom to Work Less and Achieve More and the co-host of The Leadership Podcast.He graduated from the University of Illinois with a B.S. in Mechanical Engineering and earned his MBA at Marquette University. Jim is a dedicated husband and father of two wonderful children with his wife, Dana.A Few Quotes From This Episode“If you feel like you're playing Whack-a-Mole, you're not digging deep enough, you're not curious enough about what the real root cause is.”“When we talk about things that are symptoms, I'm not saying they're not important…but the underlying condition is deeper.”“Balance is not something you get once and keep forever. You need feedback, and you need to keep adjusting.”Resources Mentioned in This Episode Author: Peter ZeihanAuthor: Jordan PetersonAuthor: Leslie Zane About The International Leadership Association (ILA)The ILA was created in 1999 to bring together professionals interested in studying, practicing, and teaching leadership. Plan for Prague - October 15-18, 2025!About  Scott J. AllenWebsiteWeekly Newsletter: Practical Wisdom for LeadersBlogMy Approach to HostingThe views of my guests do not constitute "truth." Nor do they reflect my personal views in some instances. However, they are views to consider, and I hope they help you clarify your perspective. Nothing can replace your reflection, research, and exploration of the topic. ♻️ Please share with others and follow/subscribe to the podcast!⭐️ Please leave a review on Apple, Spotify, or your platform of choice.➡️ Follow me on LinkedIn for more on leadership, communication, and tech.

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How do you check if the Pope is dead? You will find out in this episode. Plus, the boys talk zombie fungus, football, and Easter on the Texas coast. PLUS: What about Frank and Bill?LINKS:Pope post-mortem tradition includes three blows to head with hammer | World | News | Express.co.ukSubstitute Teacher Allegedly Encouraged Student Fight | HuffPost Latest NewsTexas residents get surprise Easter gift washing up on coastline – packages of cocaine dumped by panicked smugglers | The IndependentVideo: Researcher stumbles upon tarantula infected by ‘zombie fungus' | CNNThe Treehouse is a daily DFW based comedy podcast and radio show. Leave your worries outside and join Dan O'Malley, Trey Trenholm, Raj Sharma, and their guests for laughs about current events, stupid news, and the comedy that is their lives. If it's stupid, it's in here.The Treehouse WebsiteCook DFW Roofing & Restoration | Dallas, Fort Worth TX | Roofing Company CLICK HERE TO DONATE:The RMS Treehouse Listeners Foundation

Today on the radio show. 1 - Smoko chat. Adam Sandler Facebook group 5 - Aussie Twins speaking in unison. 8 - Get in my belly. https://shorturl.at/mSyCV 13 - Mindbenders 15 - Aussie smuggles Plutonium into the country. 19 - Smuggling through customs. 24 - How old are you and what can’t you do? 28 - Must listen - Mark Hoppus’ Memoir. https://adbl.co/42IpCXu 31 - Christopher Lee - Mad dog 35 - Toyota City with Robots. 37 - Late mail. 41 - Last drinks. Get in touch with us: https://linktr.ee/therockdrive Westie Lee’s 5C recipe 5 C stands for ‘Creamy Cajun Chicken Corn Chowder’. For 4-6 people. 3/4 medium potatoes diced. 1 medium onion diced. 2 or 3 chicken breasts 2 tins of creamed corn 500g of Streaky bacon cut into size of your choice 1 cup of chicken stock or 2 oxo chicken stock cubes (to be dissolved in a cup of boiling water) Fresh cream Cajun seasoning Put diced potatoes in the bottom of the slow cooker. Add diced onion and then cover with cold water so the potatoes are only just covered. Add bacon (raw) and give a dusting of Cajun seasoning. Put chicken breasts on top of the bacon and dust them with Cajun seasoning. Add creamed corn on top of the chicken, and then add the cup of chicken stock and salt and pepper to taste. Whack it on high for 3.5 hours then take out the chicken breasts and shred and put the shreded chicken back in and give it a good fucking stir. Leave for another hour, then add 250 ml of fresh cream. Stir through and serve Goes good with some bread of your choosing. For 2/3 people or a smaller slow cooker, just halve the portions/ingredients. Bone apple teeth.

Tunes: James Reay (Courtesy of Rick Lines): Paddy “Wake”, Paddy Whack, Adam Christie: Erin Go Braugh O'Farrell: Erin Go Braugh Hannam: Savournah Deelish Thomas Campbell (poem): Exile of Erin Fitzmaurice: Gerrald Hasset's Compliments to the Knight of Glen, Miss Ross of Rossy Castle's Jigg, The Humours of Aberdeen, Jigg From Rowly Powly: German Waltz, Rogara Duff (the Black Rogue), The Unfortunate Rake, Mrs. Dungannon's Jigg, The Ladies Lesson John Anderson: The Bonny Links of Aberdeen Jeremy Kingsbury: The Foul links of Aberdeen Sources: 1790: Paddy Wake, Paddy Whack courtesy of Rick Lines from James Reay Manuscript +X+ 1963: Adam Christie: Singing Erin Go Braugh https://www.tobarandualchais.co.uk/track/13404?l=en +X+ 1981: Erin Go Braugh from Dick Gaughan https://open.spotify.com/track/5E0CVypwF5IcEeVWN4irxB?si=874664b3d8aa4778 +X+ 1806: Erin Go Braugh From O'Farrell's Pocket Companion https://digital.nls.uk/special-collections-of-printed-music/archive/87780098 +X+ 1810ish: Savournah Deelish from Hannam's Selection of Celebrated Irish Melodies https://digital.nls.uk/special-collections-of-printed-music/archive/87766119 Check out: 1898: There Came to the Beach From Alfred Moffat's Minstrelsy of Ireland https://digital.nls.uk/special-collections-of-printed-music/archive/91385323 +X+ 1800 (written): Exile of Erin by Thomas Campbell https://archive.org/details/poeticalworksoft0000camp/page/170/mode/2up +X+ Brian Miller's Website article about Exile of Erin: https://www.evergreentrad.com/exile-of-erin/ +X+ 1805: Gerrald Hasset's Compliments to the Knight of Glen, Miss Ross of Rossy Castle's Jigg, The Humours of Aberdeen, Jigg From Fitzmaurice's New Collection of Irish Tunes: https://www.google.com/books/edition/FitzmauricesNewCollectionofIrishTu/vq4Fb5TyTK4C?hl=en&gbpv=1&pg=PP10&printsec=frontcover +X+ Rowly Powly Set: 1791: German Waltz from John Watlen's The Celebrated Circus Tunes Performed at Edinburgh this season, With the additions of some new reels and strathspeys set for the piano forte or violin and bass archive.org/details/Shand11/page/n100/mode/1up?view=theater 1808: Rogara Duff (The Black Rogue), From O'Farrell Vol. 3 www.cl.cam.ac.uk/~rja14/Papers/ofarrellspc3.pdf 1810ish: The Unfortunate Rake From Smollet Holden's Collection of Favourite Irish Airs Vol. II imslp.org/wiki/ACollectionofFavoriteIrishAirs(Holden%2C_Smollet) 1810: Mrs. Dungannon's Jigg here from John Murphy: www.google.com/books/edition/AcollectionofIrishairsandjiggswit/Up5WmARde0C?hl=en&gbpv=1&pg=PA26&printsec=frontcover 1775ish: The Ladies Lesson from Straight and Skillern's 204 Favourite Country Dances imslp.org/wiki/204FavouriteCountryDances(Various) +X+ 1790s: The Bonny Links of Aberdeen https://imslp.org/wiki/ACollectionofNewHighlandStrathspeyReels(Anderson%2CJohn) +X+ FIN Here are some ways you can support the show: You can support the Podcast by joining the Patreon page at https://www.patreon.com/wetootwaag You can also take a minute to leave a review of the podcast if you listen on Itunes! Tell your piping and history friends about the podcast! Checkout my Merch Store on Bagpipeswag: https://www.bagpipeswag.com/wetootwaag You can also support me by Buying my Albums on Bandcamp: https://jeremykingsbury.bandcamp.com/ You can now buy physical CDs of my albums using this Kunaki link: https://kunaki.com/msales.asp?PublisherId=166528&pp=1 You can just send me an email at wetootwaag@gmail.com letting me know what you thought of the episode! Listener mail keeps me going! Finally I have some other support options here: https://www.wetootwaag.com/support Thanks! Listen on Itunes/Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/wetootwaags-bagpipe-and-history-podcast/id129776677 Listen on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/5QxzqrSm0pu6v8y8pLsv5j?si=QLiG0L1pT1eu7B5_FDmgGA

For those of us of a certain age, if we whack a tennis ball or a softball too hard or at the wrong angle, we could throw our back out of whack.

TIC TAC Paddy Whack, give a dog a bone! And Jeremy Corbell threw us a bone with a newly released video showing Tic Tac footage from the US Navy in 2023. Jim and Dar give you their thoughts and opinions on the new footage. Catch this week's Paranormal Podcast with Richard Dolan for even more explanations! Also, what is that monolith in Area 51 showing up on Google Earth? Jim and Dar also discuss Jim's relationship to the mounds in Ohio. Seismic Mars, underwater pyramids, ghost mum, Bigfoot tracks, and a UFO shaped AirBnB...all this and more on this week's The Paranormal Report. Thank you so much for listening and please share the show on your socials! LINKS https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GwgDFLfhNoo https://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-14599419/ufo-tic-tac-videos-connection-theory.html https://jimharold.com/the-truth-about-unidentified-submerged-objects-the-paranormal-podcast-879/ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jquwBDm-xJg https://www.mirror.co.uk/news/weird-news/mother-in-law-ghost-visit-35025221 https://www.iheart.com/content/2025-04-11-mysterious-tower-at-area-51-discovered-on-google-maps/ https://www.unexplained-mysteries.com/news/386440/mystery-surrounds-trail-of-bigfoot-tracks-left-in-deep-snow-in-maine https://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-14580245/underwater-atlantis-pyramid-structures-thousands-years-old.html https://www.thesun.co.uk/news/34397368/russian-ufo-moscow/ https://dailygalaxy.com/2025/04/mars-might-be-home-to-life-right-now/ https://www.yahoo.com/entertainment/articles/17-most-haunted-churches-united-230502953.html?fr=sycsrp_catchall https://www.bbc.com/travel/article/20221204-the-us-2000-year-old-mystery-mounds https://www.sandiegored.com/en/news/ufo-shaped-airbnb-in-baja-california-among-mexicos-favorite-lodgings/ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Join host Sarah Olivieri to learn why nonprofits are more complex than for-profits and discover practical tips on managing the nonprofit leadership 'whack-a-mole' problem. In this episode, Sarah provides insights on balancing mission and money, managing a larger team with limited financial resources, and enhancing organizational efficiency. Episode Highlights 01:15 The Whack-a-Mole Problem in Nonprofits 02:01 Complexities of Running a Nonprofit 03:29 Managing People and Resources 05:53 Invitation to a bonus private training Resource The Board Clarity Club A monthly membership for boards that provides training and live expert support to help your board have total clarity on how to be the best board possible. Learn More >> About Your Host Have you seen Casino Royale? That moment when Vespa slides in elegantly, opposite James, all charming smile, razor-sharp wit and mighty brainpower, and says, “I'm the money”? Well, your host, Sarah Olivieri has been likened to Vespa by one of her clients – not just because she's charming, beautiful and brainy– but because that bold statement “I'm the money” was, as it turned out, right ON the money. Sarah helps nonprofits transform their organizations from failing to thriving. And she's very, very good at it. She's brought nonprofits back from the brink of insolvency. She's averted major cash-flow crises, solved funding droughts, board conflicts, and everything in between… and so she has literally become “the money” for many of the organizations she works with. As the former director of 3 nonprofits and founder of 5 for-profit businesses, she understands, deeply, the challenges and complexities facing organizations and she's created a framework, called The Impact Method®️, which can help you simplify operations, build aligned teams and make a bigger impact without getting overwhelmed or burning out – and Every. Single. One. Of her clients that have implemented her methodologies have achieved the most incredible results. Sarah is also a #1 international bestselling author, holds a BA from the University of Chicago with a focus on globalization and its effect on marginalized cultures, and a master's degree in Humanistic and Multicultural Education from SUNY New Paltz.Access additional training at www.pivotground.com/funding-secrets or apply for the THRiVE Program for personalized support at www.pivotground.com/application Be sure to subscribe to Inspired Nonprofit Leadership so that you don't miss a single episode, and while you're at it, won't you take a moment to write a short review and rate our show? It would be greatly appreciated! Let us know the topics or questions you would like to hear about in a future episode. You can do that and follow us on LinkedIn.

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On this episode of Bad Speakers Television, the gang gathered to discuss various topics, including relationships, culture, and recent events. They delved into the challenges faced by men in achieving personal fulfillment, contrasting it with the experiences of women. They also addressed the issue of dealing with clingy female partners. The conversation then shifted to the recent indictment of Crip gang members and the Los Angeles, California area, specifically mentioning Big U and Bricc Baby. The gang discussed the role of prominent media figures like Whack 100, Adam 22, DJ Akademiks, Traplore Ross, and Vladtv in the decline of rappers and black men in general. They then explored the greatest rappers from the South based on a list that circulated on social media. Next, they discussed the greatest black wrestlers of all time, following a list published by Black Entertainment Television. The conversation briefly touched upon the recent release of NBA YoungBoy from jail and the tragic murder of Sayso P in Memphis, Tennessee, as well as Sauce Walka's shooting. They also briefly discussed Playboi Carti's recently released album. The episode concluded with a brief sports segment, comparing the peak performances of LeBron James and Nikola Jokić at the age of 29. Finally, they remembered the passing of boxing legend George Foreman and hip-hop artist Lotto Savage. https://www.youtube.com/c/BadSpeakersTV https://www.instagram.com/badspeakerspodcast https://www.tiktok.com/@badspeakerspodcast https://twitter.com/BadSpeakers https://www.facebook.com/badspeakerspodcast

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Tunes: Straight and Skillern: Paddy Whack Robert Ross: Paddy Whack Sutherland: Paddy Whack Gordon Mooney: Black Hen's Egg Alex MacKay: Black Hen's Egg John MacPherson Mulhollan: Paddy Whack, Jackson's Cassock Peacock: Paddy Whack O'Farrell: Paddy Whack, The Black Joke Hannam: Paddy Whack Steele: Green Joke Riley: While History's Muse Millar: Paddy Whack Roddy Cannon: Paddy Whack (from Millar) Ballad: Polly Oliver Vicki Swan and Jonny Dyer: Sweet Peggy Oliver Goodman: The Pig Under the Pot Alexander Glen: Paddy Whack David Glen: Paddy Whack Big Thanks to Vicky for coming in with a song on five minutes notice! Check her and Jonny out here: http://www.swan-dyer.co.uk/ +X+X+ 1775: Paddy Whack From Straight and Skillern https://imslp.org/wiki/204FavouriteCountryDances(Various) +X+X+ 1780: Paddy Whack From Robert Ross's “Choice Collection of Scots Reels or Country Dances” https://digital.nls.uk/special-collections-of-printed-music/archive/104997103 +X+X+ 1780s: Paddy Whack From Sutherland Manuscript https://www.cl.cam.ac.uk/archive/rja14/musicfiles/manuscripts/sutherland/suth-pp-1-40.pdf +X+X+ 1823,2025: Black Hen's Egg from Alex MacKay Arranged by Gordon Mooney +X+X+ 1822: Pipe Reel (The Black Hen's Egg) and “Buair bhi's cach na'n cadal Samhach.” “Where the rest are sound asleep” from Celtic Melodies by a Highlander https://digital.nls.uk/special-collections-of-printed-music/archive/105012283 +X+X+ 1804: Paddy Whack from Selection of Irish and Scots tunes, consisting of airs, marches, strathspeys, country-dances, &c. by John MacPherson Mulhollan. Edinburgh https://digital.nls.uk/special-collections-of-printed-music/archive/105813397 +X+X+ 1805: Paddy Whack from Peacock's Favorite Collection of tunes https://www.cl.cam.ac.uk/archive/rja14/musicfiles/manuscripts/peacock.pdf +X+X+ 1805: Paddy Whack from O'Farrell: https://digital.nls.uk/special-collections-of-printed-music/archive/87779942 +X+X+ 1807: Paddy Whack from Collection of Highland strathspey reels by John MacFadyen Dedicated to Miss Campbell of Shawfield https://digital.nls.uk/special-collections-of-printed-music/archive/104408674 +X+X+ 1810: Paddy Whack From Hannam's selection of celebrated Irish melodies https://digital.nls.uk/special-collections-of-printed-music/archive/87766071 +X+X+ 1819: Green Joke from A New and Complete Preceptor for the German Flute by Steele (Albany, New York) https://imslp.org/wiki/ANewandCompletePreceptorfortheGermanFlute_(Various) +X+X+ 1820: Paddy Whack from Riley's flute melodies, Third volume (New York) https://digitalcollections.nypl.org/items/ab7b93e0-f959-0139-46b9-0242ac110002#/?uuid=2b1d75b0-2ae4-013a-27f9-0242ac110003 +X+X+ 1830: Paddy Whack from Millar's Manuscript: https://www.cl.cam.ac.uk/archive/rja14/musicfiles/manuscripts/millar/pages49-64.pdf +X+X+ 1830: Paddy Whack from Millar's Manuscript: https://www.cl.cam.ac.uk/archive/rja14/musicfiles/manuscripts/millar/pages49-64.pdf https://lbps.net/j3site/index.php/archive-issues/68-june-1993/170-rober-millar-lowland-piper +X+X+ Polly Oliver Ballad https://mainlynorfolk.info/folk/songs/pollyoliver.html https://web.archive.org/web/20160406051134/http://ballads.bodleian.ox.ac.uk/static/images/sheets/15000/11072.gif +X+X+ 1860s: The Pig Under the Pot from Goodman Manuscript Volume III P. 73 https://projectmirador.org/embed/?iiif-content=https://manuscripts.itma.ie/manifests/TCDMS3196/manifest.json +X+X+ 1870: Paddy Whack from Caledonian repository of music, for the great highland bag pipe Selected by Alexander Glen https://digital.nls.uk/special-collections-of-printed-music/archive/105011161 +X+X+ 1911: Paddy Whack from Irish tunes for the Scottish and Irish war-pipes : compiled by William Walsh ; arranged by David Glen https://marble.nd.edu/item/001903547 https://marble.nd.edu/item/001903547 (page 8) FIN Here are some ways you can support the show: You can support the Podcast by joining the Patreon page at https://www.patreon.com/wetootwaag You can also take a minute to leave a review of the podcast if you listen on Itunes! Tell your piping and history friends about the podcast! Checkout my Merch Store on Bagpipeswag: https://www.bagpipeswag.com/wetootwaag You can also support me by Buying my Albums on Bandcamp: https://jeremykingsbury.bandcamp.com/ You can now buy physical CDs of my albums using this Kunaki link: https://kunaki.com/msales.asp?PublisherId=166528&pp=1 You can just send me an email at wetootwaag@gmail.com letting me know what you thought of the episode! Listener mail keeps me going! Finally I have some other support options here: https://www.wetootwaag.com/support Thanks! Listen on Itunes/Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/wetootwaags-bagpipe-and-history-podcast/id129776677 Listen on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/5QxzqrSm0pu6v8y8pLsv5j?si=QLiG0L1pT1eu7B5_FDmgGA

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Never has paying rent been quite so elaborate. Even when it's rent you're not paying, for a piece of land you don't use anymore. It's confusing. The City of London goes to town with the pomp and processions, and we are here to explain all. In fact this year (unlike all the others) we are determined to make it to some of these events. Get your diaries at the ready if you'd like to join us. There's the Boar's Head procession, by the Butchers. The Carmen do the cart marking. City Freemen with their sheep crossing the river. And 61 nails getting handed back and forth, for eternity. Every year since.... well, who is going to have the oldest ceremony? It's a lost in the mists of time face off between Fiona and Alex. We don't just cross the river, we go upstream for the Doggett's Coat and Badge, and then even further up to check who owns those swans. I want to hear "Good service" "Good Number" and "Whack it boys, whack it!" A lesson for us all. John Stow's inscription: "Either do things worth writing about, or write things worth reading". Here at Ladies Who London we hope we do things worth talking about, and talk about things worth doing. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

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Are you stuck in a cycle of treating symptoms but never getting real answers about your health? Most doctors focus on managing problems rather than preventing them—keeping you in an endless loop of prescriptions, quick fixes, and frustration. In this episode of The Health Made Simple Show, Dr. Bart reveals the three critical truths about your health that no one talks about—truths that explain why so many people struggle to feel their best and what it really takes to break free. In This Episode, You'll Learn: ✔️ Why being healthy is inconvenient—and how to embrace it ✔️ The discomfort that comes with true healing (and why that's a good thing) ✔️ How learning your body is the key to lasting health ✔️ The mistake that keeps people stuck in “Whack-a-Mole” healthcare ✔️ How to finally take control of your energy, vitality, and long-term well-being Want to take the next step?

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