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Jamie makes his long-awaited return as Menners, Jackson, and Jamie dive into a packed Aussie Minifan Show. They debate Justin's bedtime habits and Cullinane's bizarre gym behavior, review the Wiener and Brad Stein network shows, and unpack Menners firing Jon from Menners Live. Jamie unloads on Dave Cullinane's parenting — calling him the ultimate sideline dad — before the trio pitch “Babes Week,” react to Kevin's Horny Chat reveal, and discuss whether Cullinane deserves any credit for KMS's hot run. Classic chaos, sharp takes, and big laughs with Jamie back in form.Timecodes:(0:00) Jamie returns – trains, sport, and defending Justin(6:00) Wiener and Stein show reviews – hits, misses, and network politics(14:30) Menners explains why he fired Jon and the future of Menners Live(18:00) Babes Week plans and booking KMS female guests(31:00) Jamie unloads on Cullinane's parenting and sideline antics(52:00) Horny Chat leaks, KMS form, and Sneakers' exit from the fandom

In this episode, we join Martin Butler M1MRB, Dan Romanchik KB6NU, Caryn Eve Murray KD2GUT, Edmund Spicer M0MNG, and Ed Durrant DD5LP to discuss the latest Amateur / Ham Radio news. Colin Butler (M6BOY) rounds up the news in brief, and the episode's feature is Allan Wiener WBCQ. We would like to thank our monthly and annual subscription donors for keeping the podcast advert free. To donate, please visit - http://www.icqpodcast.com/donate Amateur Radio Preps to Defend Antenna Legislation FCC Legalizes Jamming Of Mobile Phones By Prisons A Big Dxpedition Win For African Teen Hams Needed to Track NASA Moon Mission A First For Hams at Nuclear Cleanup Site ISS SSTV Events Upcoming OFCOM Reviews License Procedures for Some Satellites WRTC 2026 UK Updates

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Seine Geschichte berührt und bewegt und er ist Mutmacher für viele: Nico Langmann, Österreichs bester Rollstuhltennis-Spieler. Seit dem Alter von zwei Jahren ist der heute 28jährige Wiener querschnittgelähmt. Seine Eltern wollten die Diagnose nicht akzeptieren und probierten alternative Therapien an Nico, brachten ihn auch zu sogenannten Wunderheilern und verboten ihm, in der Wohnung den Rollstuhl zu verwenden. Ihr Mantra war: "Nico wird wieder gehen können". Im Ö3-"Frühstück bei mir" erzählt der heutige Sport-Profi über 15 Jahre, in denen die Familie diesem Traum nachgejagt ist und über seine Befreiung mit dem Satz "Ich will nicht gehen können". Nico Langmann will auch Botschafter für Inklusion sein und spricht mit Claudia Stöckl über das Leben von Menschen mit Behinderung und über Tabuthemen wie Sexualität und Toilettegang mit einer Querschnittlähmung. (Dieser Beitrag begleitet die Sendung "Frühstück bei mir", Ö3," 28. September 2025)

David Weiner is washing dishes. It's the 21st of the month, which means his D.C. rowhouse is full of people. Some are friends he's known for decades, others are people he's never met. There's a jazz band playing standards downstairs, and the music is floating up through the house. Some of the musicians are professionals, others are amateurs who showed up with an instrument and enough courage — liquid or otherwise — to join in.The price of admission is a $21 suggested donation to cover costs and pay the house band. A bottle of wine or food to share is welcome, too. Weiner always makes salmon and provides a big salad, as well as some snacks. Nearly everything else on the crowded table of food is brought by guests.The monthly party happens rain or shine, whether the 21st falls on a Monday or a Tuesday or a Friday. There was a hiatus during the pandemic, but otherwise it's happened almost every month for 15 years, drawing anywhere from 40 to a hundred people of all ages each time.The question I had for Weiner is: How does he keep this going?You can read more about Wiener's jazz party here.If you're looking for more surprising, delightful stories about the best of humanity, check out The Optimist from The Washington Post. We also have a newsletter: Subscribe to get stories from The Optimist in your inbox every Sunday morning.Today's show was reported and produced by Maggie Penman and Ted Muldoon, who also mixed the show. The Optimist's editor is Allison Klein. If you liked hearing this story on “Post Reports,” send us an email at podcasts@washpost.com. You can email Maggie directly at maggie.penman@washpost.com.Subscribe to The Washington Post here.

2025 FALL TV PREVIEW!: It's that time of year already! A brand new crop of bullshit television shows for you to not watch and find out years later the show is somehow a hit. On Brand With Jimmy Fallon: Fallong has a new show to explore his love of advertising (?). Just a fine example of what this new season of television has to offer. Anime Creep: With anime being a hit in theaters of course we have a guy taking out his dick and pissing on a kid. What did you think was going to happen? THE BEAR!, FUCK YOU, WATCH THIS!, MISFITS!, DIG UP HER BONES!, WIENER!, SPOOKY SEASON!, DANZIG!, FALL TV PREVIEW!, NEW TELEVISION SHOWS!, TERRIBLE!, KAITLIN OLSON!, GOOD WILL HUNTING!, HIGH POTENTIAL!, IRONSIDES!, ON BRAND!, JIMMY FALLON!, ADVERTISING!, 911!, NASHVILLE!, NURSES!, ARMAGEDDON!, JENNIFER LOVE HEWITT!, LEANN RHIMES!, METEOR SHOWER!, MATTY O!, DMV!, WORKPLACE COMEDY!, JANE LYNCH!, GLEE!, THE WEAKEST LINK!, ANDY RICHTER!, RICK AND MORTY!, HAUNTED HOTEL!, TV NEWS!, FAT NMAN!, BLUE BLOODS SPINOFF!, BOSTON!, NEW YORK!, BOSTON BLUE!, BLACK LADY COP!, CHAD POWERS!, ELI MANNING!, GLEN POWELL!, MRS DOUBTFIRE!, DON'T FINISH LAST!, NCIS!, TONY AND ZIVA!, SPINOFF!, PARAMOUNT PLUS!, ESPIONAGE!, THE RUNAROUNDS!, WELCOME TO DERRY!, IT PREQUEL!, ANIME!, DEMON SLAYER!, ANIME SUCKS!, PISSING!, SURPRISE!  You can find the videos from this episode at our Discord RIGHT HERE!

Seit 30 Jahren ist das Online-Angebot der Stadt Wien, wien.gv.at, eine zuverlässige Info-Quelle für die Wiener*innen. Mit rund 4 Millionen Zugriffen pro Monat gehört die Website zu den meistgenutzten Internet-Services in Österreich. Jetzt wurde die Website von Grund auf neu gestaltet. Christine Oberdorfer spricht mit Martin Schipany, dem Leiter der Abteilung Kommunikation und Medien und CIO Klemens Himpele über den überarbeiteten Webauftritt der Stadt.Wenn euch die Folge gefallen hat, freuen wir uns, wenn ihr unseren Podcast bewertet und abonniert (falls ihr das noch nicht gemacht habt). Feedback könnt ihr uns auch an podcast(at)ma53.wien.gv.at schicken. Folgt uns auf unseren Social Media Kanälen:https://www.facebook.com/wien.athttps://bsky.app/profile/wien.gv.athttps://twitter.com/Stadt_Wienhttps://www.linkedin.com/company/city-of-vienna/https://www.instagram.com/stadtwien/Und abonniert unseren täglichen Newsletter:http://wien.gv.at/meinwienheute Weitere Stadt Wien Podcasts: Historisches aus den Wiener Bezirken in den Grätzlgeschichten büchereicast der Stadt Wien Büchereien

From secret hotels to broken phones, missed meetings and even flying popcorn – Mandy Wiener’s The Deal: Inside the Talks that Shaped South Africa’s Future takes us behind the scenes of the 2024 Government of National Unity. For the first time in 30 years, the ANC lost its majority, leaving just 14 days to strike a deal and elect a president. Wiener pulls back the political curtain to reveal the tense negotiations, back-channel talks and power struggles that shaped the GNU.Told with the pace of a thriller, The Deal shows how fragile alliances, whispered texts and late-night meetings decided the future of South Africa. She’s one of South Africa’s most respected investigative journalists and bestselling authors, known for unpacking the stories that shape our democracy. From state capture to corruption, and now to the world of plea bargains and political compromise — Mandy Wiener is back with a brand-new book, The Deal. It’s a deep dive into how backroom agreements, political settlements, and negotiated justice continue to shape South Africa’s future. Mandy joins us to talk about her latest work and the impact these 'deals' have on our country. Hang out with Anele and The Club on 947 every weekday morning. Popular radio hosts Anele Mdoda, Frankie du Toit, Thembekile Mrototo, and Cindy Poluta take fun to the next level with the biggest guests, hottest conversations, feel-good vibes, and the best music to get you going! Kick-start your day with the most enjoyable way to wake up in Joburg. Connect with Anele and The Club on 947 via WhatsApp at 084 000 0947 or call the studio on 011 88 38 947Thank you for listening to the Anele and the Club podcast..Listen live on Primedia+ weekdays from 06:00 to 09:00 to Anele and the Club broadcast on 947 https://buff.ly/y34dh8Y For more from the show go to https://buff.ly/gyWKIkl or find all the catch-up podcasts here https://buff.ly/K59GRzu Subscribe to the 947s Weekly Newsletter https://buff.ly/hf9IuR9 Follow us on social media:947 on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/947Joburg/ 947 on TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@947joburg947 on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/947joburg947 on X: www.x.com/947 947 on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@947JoburgSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Harald Lechner zählt zu den anerkanntesten Schiedsrichtern Österreichs. Seit seinem Bundesliga-Debüt 2008 leitete der gebürtige Wiener über 400 Profispiele in mehr als 40 Ländern, stand bei internationalen Top-Teams am Platz und wurde vielfach ausgezeichnet – unter anderem neunmal in Folge als bester Bundesliga-Schiedsrichter. Im Zwischenstopp spricht der zweifache Familienvater über seinen Weg vom Amateurfußball bis in die großen europäischen Stadien, den Mut zu unpopulären Entscheidungen und warum man als Referee nie auslernt. Er erzählt von kuriosen Momenten zwischen den Azoren und Aserbaidschan, von Fehlern, die ihn bis heute begleiten, und wie er es schafft, in 0,7 Sekunden Entscheidungen zu treffen. Außerdem geht es um Gehälter, den VAR, Anfeindungen, Spielmanipulation, Nachwuchsmangel und seine Erfahrungen abseits des Rasens als Keynote-Speaker und Unternehmer. Erfahre, warum er die Schiedsrichterei als Berufung sieht, weshalb Körpersprache manchmal entscheidender ist als der Pfiff und was wir alle über Entscheidungen im Leben von einem Schiedsrichter lernen können. Das und vieles mehr in der 25. Folge des Zwischenstopp!Die Themen im Überblick:(00:00:00) Intro(00:04:35) Kindheit, Amateurfußball & der Weg zum Profischiedsrichter(00:12:01) Fähigkeiten, Vorbereitung & technische Hilfsmittel(00:27:02) Entscheidungen treffen – auf dem Platz & im Leben(00:30:35) Quo vadis VAR?(00:37:43) Kritik, öffentlicher Druck & Morddrohungen(00:46:15) Gehälter, Wertschätzung & Nachwuchsprobleme(00:57:12) Von den Azoren bis nach Aserbaidschan – internationale Anekdoten(01:00:59) Spielmanipulation & der Wettskandal rund um Dominique Taboga(01:15:13) Keynote-Speaker, Privatleben & neue Ziele(01:26:26) Wordrap// produced by Sport Business Magazin Coverfoto: Chris SingerModerator: ⁠⁠⁠Alexander Friedl⁠⁠⁠Audioschnitt: ⁠⁠⁠Alexander Friedl⁠⁠⁠⁠, Kevin KristmannWenn dir gefällt, was du hörst, abonniere uns auf Spotify, Apple Podcasts, YouTube und überall, wo es Podcasts gibt. Empfehle uns gerne weiter, damit wir in Zukunft noch mehr Menschen mit unserem Format erreichen.Folge unserem Zwischenstopp-Podcast auf ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠TikTok⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ und ⁠⁠⁠⁠Facebook ⁠⁠⁠⁠sowie dem ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Sport Business Magazin⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ auf ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠LinkedIn⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Facebook⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠X⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠und ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠YouTube⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠.

This week, the guys have a quick conversation that includes some heavy topics. For starters, Evan's wiener is getting a little too heavy, and he thinks it might be something in the Westfield water. Josh has some similar problems, so they both have thoughts on how to keep the weight off. Oh yeah, did we mention we're talking about their dogs here? The guys also talk about some work stuff and some weekend stuff, and whatever other kind of stuff they can squeeze into an abbreviated episode. And Evan talks about going to see "The Long Walk," which was interesting! As always, there are also Fact of the Week, "sticking it to the man," and This Day in Hear-story tidbits for your listening pleasure.

Timothy Won, co-owner, The Wiener’s Circle, joins John Williams to talk about the restaurant giving away free hot dogs tomorrow after the iconic hot dog stand promised free dogs if Caleb Williams threw four touchdown passes against the Dallas Cowboys.

Timothy Won, co-owner, The Wiener’s Circle, joins John Williams to talk about the restaurant giving away free hot dogs tomorrow after the iconic hot dog stand promised free dogs if Caleb Williams threw four touchdown passes against the Dallas Cowboys.

Timothy Won, co-owner, The Wiener’s Circle, joins John Williams to talk about the restaurant giving away free hot dogs tomorrow after the iconic hot dog stand promised free dogs if Caleb Williams threw four touchdown passes against the Dallas Cowboys.

Schon zum zweiten Mal sehen sich die Wiener einem Osmanischen Heer gegenüber, das nur ein Ziel vor Augen hat: Wien erobern, den Goldenen Apfel pflücken. Wie es so weit kommen konnte, wie die Osmanen mit allen Mitteln versuchten, in die Stadt zu gelangen und wie schlussendlich die geflügelten Husaren zur Hilfe kamen, darum geht es heute.Unterstütze unseren Podcast gerne mit einem Einkauf auf www.godsrage.com – Nahrungsergänzungsmittel wie Whey oder Kreatin für wahre Krieger. Außerdem gibt es den besten Merch, damit du Flagge zeigen kannst! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Heute jährt sich der Angriff der Sowjetunion auf Polen zum 86. Mal. In der offiziellen Propaganda der Sowjets, die ihre Offensive am 17. September 1939 ohne Kriegserklärung begannen, war nicht von einer Aggression die Rede, sondern von einem Bankrott des polnischen Staates und der Notwendigkeit, die Belarussen und Ukrainer zu schützen. Heute wird die Ukraine täglich von russischen Drohnen angegriffen und viele Teil des Landes liegen in Trümmern. Der Krieg tobt wieder auf unserem Kontinent und nähert sich immer näher an Polen und die EU.    

Power of Dirndls and Lederhosen: Part 2Hans finds his confidence and the fraulein, too.Based on the post by cb summers, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.PART TWO – October 6, 1992Normally I found it impossible to be spontaneous around hot chicks like this, but something about being in that costume, thinking about my grandfather's irrepressible charm brought out a boldness in me which I didn't normally possess. I put my arm around this hot, blue-eyed fraulein and said, in my worst German accent, “Yah, and dis here is mein liebchen, Helga Boob en schteen.”She corrected me comically, “Not Boob en schteen, Boob en schtein!” Everyone in the entire room laughed themselves silly. Then Helga loudly introduced the girls. “May I introducen mein fellow pledges from ze Tau Nu Upsilon Sorority? Ya, dis here is Gertruda Cock en suck en.”Everyone laughed at her crude pun, but I clicked my heels together very seriously, like a proper Austrian man, and said “Guten abend, Gertruda,” then I bowed and kissed the back of the adorable redhead's soft little hand.Helga went on, pointing to a busty little African American girl, who looked quite stunning in her bright orange dirndl. “And zis here is little Heidi Ho. Yah, she's an actual ho!” I clicked my heels together, and kissed Heidi's hand. “And dis vun here ist Muschi von Kitten licker.” Muschi, who had short black hair and snow-white skin, leaned forward and presented her cheek to me, so I kissed it, laying my lips on the second female of my life. Her skin was as soft as silk.Helga gestured toward a cute blonde with bright pink circles painted on her cheeks, saying, “And, finally, mein beste freunden, Hildegard Fuck me up the ass en stein, the third.” Hildegard laughed, then turned and wiggled her ass at me. I bowed deeply and said, “Very nice to meet you, Herr Fuck me up the ass en stein.” She wiggled her ass again, right in my face, so I leaned down a little farther and kissed her right on her behind, and the crowd went wild. I was surprising the shit out of myself. My grandfather's DNA was having a field day with my confidence. I raised my oversized prop stein, and shouted, “Beer! Ve must haff beer!”Helga had an identical stein, and so we filled them together from the keg and chugged them while everyone clapped, until they were empty. I saw that beer was leaking out of her defective stein and dripping all over her glorious, copper colored cleavage, making her white top wet enough for me to see the lacy blue bra she was wearing under it. Oh shit. I couldn't take my eyes off her tits. She caught me looking, but instead of getting mad, she just looked down at her breasts and said, “Oops. I can be zo clumzy zometimes, liebchen! You know how I am!” She ran her fingers over her soaked cleavage.I don't know what came over me, but I took her wrist in my hand and said, clicking my heels together, “Allow me, fraulein Boob en schtein.” And I wrapped my lips around her fingertips and licked them dry of beer. She just stared at me with the biggest smile on her face, and her eyes twinkling. My god! Who was I?I had no idea what to do next, but some joker saved me by playing a polka on the stereo. Without missing a beat, Helga shouted, “Shall ve dance, mein liebchen?” She didn't even wait for me to answer. She just grabbed my hand and dragged me to the middle of the floor and we started to polka.I'd been to a few polkas when I was a kid, so I knew the basic moves, and a few of the special ones, and I guess Helga had been to a few polkas too, because she kept right up with me. Soon, everyone was clapping and cheering and snapping photographs, and at least ten others, who knew how to polka, joined in, including Heidi Ho! Where a black girl learned to polka is anybody's guess. When the song finally ended, I lifted my stein and shouted the traditional Oktoberfest starting cheer, which for some reason popped to mind even though I thought I'd forgotten it years ago “O' zapft is! The Keg Is Tapped! Let Oktoberfest Begin!”After the ear-splitting cheer, the music switched back to hip hop, and the lights dimmed, and the disco lights began to flash, and soon Helga and I were dancing in the center of a crowd, this time gyrating like fools, just like everyone else on the dance floor. By the third song, I was utterly smitten with her. She had such a bold, fearless spirit, that I just let all of my nerdy inhibitions go, and danced, not caring how stupid I looked, because my eyes were glued to her. Her breasts. Her coppery face. Her stunning, sky-blue eyes. And she was looking right back at me, sometimes smiling, but sometimes with an expression on her face that reminded me of the expression I'd seen on Briona's face while Troy was fucking her. Damn. Helga was giving me sex face! It was unbelievably cool!The third song was a raunchy rap song that was bit that year, Baby Got Back, and suddenly Heidi Ho, Helga's black friend, appeared in front of me and started grinding her ass against my crotch. I'd never danced like this before, but there were other couples doing it, so I put my hands on her hips and grinded away. I started to get a boner, so I turned around, afraid she might feel it. But then Gertruda Cocken sucken, an adorable freckle-faced girl, with vivid red hair, started grinding her ass into my crotch instead, apparently unconcerned about the fact that I was rubbing my erection against her. Or maybe even enjoying it! It was an incredible feeling. Then Heidi put her arms around me from behind, and started grinding her crotch against my ass, and now I was sandwiched between two Bavarian hotties, feeling Heidi's firm tits rubbing all over my back. My mind was now officially blown. But I rolled with it. Why the fuck not? It was Oktoberfest!Midnight in the campus park.Then when that song ended, Hildegard Fuck me up the ass en stein switched with Heidi, and Helga von Boob en schtein switched with Gertruda, and now I was feeling Helga's large, coppery tits flopping back and forth across my back. Hildegard was a bit drunk by this time, so she leaned forward and started rubbing her ass up and down, grinding her pussy against my cock, making it look exactly like I was fucking her. She even started making orgasmic sounds. And I realized that in all likelihood, my cock was actually rubbing against more than just her ass. In fact, it might be rubbing right against her tight little pussy! Shit, this was getting way out of hand! Then I noticed that the older sisters in her sorority were watching us with great amusement. Maybe this was part of their initiation ceremony. But I didn't care. If she wanted to dry hump me in a room full of people, more power to her. She even grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands up to her tits! Oh shit! They weren't all that big, but I could feel the hard lumps of her nipples bouncing under my fingers as I squeezed her little grapefruits.I began to feel the warning signs of an impending orgasm coming on strong. Oh my god, I was going to blow my load feeling the first tits of my life! But at just the last minute, the final girl in Helga's harem, Muschi von Kittenlicker, pushed Hildegard aside, but instead of grinding her ass against mine, she faced me and started gyrating against me in time with Helga behind me. Now two sexy women were rubbing her tits against me, and my cock got enough of a reprieve that my urge to cum faded mercifully away.Muschi's paper pale face was flush with devastating sexiness, but she wasn't looking at me. She was looking past me at Helga. And in spite of how much I was enjoying this once-in-a-lifetime experience, I think I detected pure infatuation in Muschi's expression. She didn't make eye contact with me even once, but she kept licking her lips as if she wanted to kiss someone. I bent toward her, suddenly excited about kissing another girl, but she just shifted to the other side, her eyes staring past me, and looking down at Helga's ample cleavage. Oh shit, she wants to kiss her friend! I turned to look at Helga's beautiful copper colored face in the flashing disco light, but she appeared to be totally unaware of Muschi's lustful looks.The song changed, and now all the Bavarian girls crowded around me and began to rub their bodies and asses, all over me. It was dark, and the lights were flashing, and I had no idea who was who, but my hand definitely squeezed another girl's breast for a few seconds, maybe Heidi Ho's and I also fondled a couple of their asses, running my fingers over their delightful ass-cracks. It was almost like I was in some kind of fully clothed orgy!But then, halfway through the song, a hand grasped mine, and pulled me off the dance floor. It was Helga Boobenschtein. She grinned back at me as she pulled me out the front door, leaving her friends behind, obviously sick of sharing me with them. She wanted me all to herself. That was just fine with me. It was getting pretty weird anyway. Helga and I ran hand in hand through the campus, laughing like lunatics. I suppose the beer had gone to our heads, because we were utterly silly with hilarity. I never was much of a drinker. When we'd run ourselves tired, we sat down on a bench, still holding hands.After she caught her breath, she said in her regular voice, “I lied to you earlier, my name's not really Helga Boobenschtein.”“Ach du lieber! I'm shocked! Is it Boobenschteen after all?”She laughed and said, “No. My real name is Annie Stoltz. And yes, that is a German name.”I dropped the accent and said, “You sure don't look German!”“No, my mother's Brazilian. I got my black hair and dark skin from her. But I learned to polka from my dad. He also gave me these eyes.” Indeed, her eyes were the most amazing baby-blue color I'd ever seen. They almost glowed against her copper colored face.“Well, I have a surprise for you too. I'm not really Helmutt von Wiener. My name is Hans Willis.”Annie laughed, “You have German name too? That's too perfect!”“My grandpa's from Austria, and my grandma from my mother's side is Bavarian.”“Oh my god. What are the odds that two half-Germans would meet at an Oktoberfest party in Illinois, dressed in matching costumes? It's a good thing I don't believe in fate, or I'd say it was fate.”I laughed, “I don't believe in fate, either, but show me the evidence, and I'll be happy to reconsider. But in any large sampling, like life, coincidences are bound to happen. And they have to happen to somebody. In this case, to us.”“Spoken like a true scientist, Hans.”I smiled. But for some reason, I wanted to avoid talking about science. That's what had derailed my date with Briona. So instead I said, “That party was off the hook!”She blushed. “I'm sorry about the girls. They're a bunch of sluts. Except for Muschi, her real name is Barbara. She's a lesbian.”“Yeah. I kinda noticed. And I think she has the hot for you, Annie.”Annie laughed, “I know. I know. I keep telling her I'm not into it, but she just won't give up. But I love her to death. And you enjoyed our little dance, didn't you?”I had no words for how much I'd enjoyed our dance. So I just blushed and smiled.She laughed and squeezed my hand, giving me a strange erotic thrill. Then she said, “I've seen you around the labs. What's your major?”“General science.”She grinned, “Yeah? I might do that too, but I'm just a freshman. I'm taking a bunch of different classes this year until I figure out what my passion is. But it's definitely in the sciences. I love science. I love science. I'm taking this biology class right now, and we're learning all about the…”As she bubbled with enthusiasm about biology, her face absolutely glowed, in spite of her dark skin. She just seemed to radiate a luminosity that filled my heart with a feeling so powerful that I was on the verge of laughter or tears. I had the overpowering urge to tell her how much I loved science too, but remembering how things went with Briona, I did something else instead.I kissed her.It was a sudden impulse, perhaps inspired by Grandpa's mischievous DNA, and I acted on it without getting hung up by my normal crippling uncertainty. I didn't even wait for her to finish her current sentence. I just leaned toward her and planted my lips on hers. She didn't push me away or slap my face. Instead, she threw her arms around me, pulled me closer on the bench, and kissed me back, deeply, passionately, lustfully as if she'd been waiting for this moment her entire life. Her mouth opened and our tongues began to polka. This sweet, funny, brainy girl was a seething well of passion under that fun-loving surface. She was moaning into my mouth in no time at all, clearly enjoying this amazing kiss every bit as much as me.We must have made quite a tableau in our costumes, making out like crazy on a bench in the center of the quad, illuminated by a nearby streetlight. I could hear people walking by, occasionally snickering or making crude comments. But I didn't care. This was my first French kiss, and I had no intention of letting embarrassment cut it short. And the longer we kissed, the more I dialed out the rest of the world, until there was only the two of us, and our tongues, and our lips, and our hearts.Suddenly she turned and straddled me, and I enjoyed the feel of her breasts heaving against my chest. By this time I had a massive erection, so I held her back a bit, to prevent her from feeling it.She started shivering, and said, “My legs are freezing”. I took that as an invitation to help warm them up, so I put my hands on her calves, which were splayed out on the bench on my left and right. Some girls, like Muschi, have baby-soft skin, but not Annie. Her skin felt thick and smooth and was covered with a soft, almost invisible peach fuzz. The feel of her flesh made my cock throb with desire. I'd never felt anything so amazing in my life. It felt like suede leather, only softer and suppler.She began humming happily in my mouth as I rubbed her calves. I moved my hands up higher, my fingers slipping under the edge of her skirt to rub her soft thighs. Then with each stroke of my hands, I went a little higher under her skirt. I expected her to tell me to stop at any moment, but she didn't. Finally my fingertips touched the edge of her panties, and a few strokes later my hands were all the way onto her ass, cheeks, squeezing them through the soft, stretchy cotton of her undies. She giggled, but she didn't make me stop. I loved the feel of her ass wiggling under my hands as she laughed.Then, unexpectedly, she slid forward on my lap, pressing her crotch against my hard on. She gave a lustful little gasp, as did I. I couldn't believe how well this was going! The only thing separating my cock from her pussy was a few thin layers of fabric. It was insanely erotic, and all the while we explored each other's mouths with our tongues, absolutely breathless with passion.We kissed and kissed and kissed in this position for the longest time. The campus clock struck 1, then 2. I couldn't believe we'd been at it for so long. But I knew it couldn't last forever. There were classes tomorrow and we were both dedicated students. So, reluctantly, we pulled back and just looked into each other's eyes for a while. I found that to be ten times more intimate than kissing. For the first time in my life, I could look into a woman's eyes without glancing away nervously after a few seconds. I could look into Annie's baby-blue eyes forever.Carnal Knowledge In the Woods.She said, “Would you care to escort me back to my dorm, liebchen?”“But of course, fraulein.” I was sad when she squirmed off my lap. I had the sinking feeling that this was a one shot deal. In the light of day she'd notice how crooked my teeth were. She'd notice my acne scars and wiry hair. But we walked, hand in hand, like boyfriend and girlfriend, and I started to think, maybe, just maybe, a second date?She led me on a roundabout route, rather than the direct way to her dorm. It took us into the dimly lit park next to Davenport ravine, which was totally deserted. We waded through drifts of fallen leaves. I put my arm around her waist and snuggled her close. My palm was tucked right under her right breast, which would occasionally bounce down against the top of my thumb, giving me an incredible thrill each and every time. I was trembling with lust. I wanted to move my hand higher, but I was afraid of overstepping. But then it occurred to me that Annie was my girl now. I don't know how I knew it, I just did. It gave me the confidence to cup her breast in my hand. She hummed and leaned her head against mine and squeezed my waist tighter. We walked that way for a while. I thrilled at the feel of her soft, squishy boob bouncing playfully in my fingers. I even felt her nipple getting harder against my palm. And the heft of her breast was amazing. The bulge in my lederhosen was pointing straight ahead.I could see the bright windows of her dorm getting closer over the treetops, and I knew this magical night would soon be over. This was a girl's only dorm. Boys weren't allowed in at any time. But she steered me off the path toward a huge thicket of bushes near the center of the park. Then she got down on her hands and knees and said, “Follow me, Hans.” She crawled into a dark opening in the branches, which I'd never noticed before. I followed. It was a dark and thorny little tunnel, but I could see her silhouette ahead of me, and I could hear the thorns scratching at the edges of her skirt. A chill of fear swept through me suddenly. Fear of the unknown, I guess. Fear of dark places.The thorny tunnel took a few twists and turns, but eventually I saw her crawling out into the moonlight ahead of me. She stood up and smiled at me as I climbed out of the tunnel into a small clearing in the center of the giant thicket. I wondered how many people knew about this secret place?We were totally alone. Moonlight twinkled in her eyes and we kissed again. She pulled me close, then pulled me over with her into a pile of leaves that had collected in the center of the clearing. We laughed. I kneeled over her, my legs straddling her thighs. I looked down, mystified by her beautiful moonlit face. She put her hands on her blouse and pulled the front of it down, all the while looking at me with an intensely trusting and intimate expression. She had a thin baby-blue bra under the blouse, through which I could see the dark circles of her areolas.She reached up and pulled my face down into her coppery cleavage, and I breathed in her powdery perfume and kissed her supple skin, in circling motions, hardly believing this was happening, until I was kissing her hard nipple through the thin fabric of her bra. She groaned in pleasure and suddenly pulled the front of her bra down, exposing her moonlit breasts to me. Her areolas were chocolate brown. I took one of her large nipples into my mouth and circled it with my tongue, and bit it lightly with my teeth, making her giggle. This was an absolute dream come true, but it was only getting better with each passing second.As I switched to kissing and licking her other breast, she opened her legs, and I shifted so I was kneeling between them. I lowered myself onto her, pressing my hard-on into her crotch, and began to grind myself against her, softly at first, but with growing urgency. She ran her fingers through my hair, then began to push my head downward. For a second I thought she wanted me to stop licking her boobs, but she kept pushing me down with one hand, while she pulled up her flouncy skirt with the other. Soon my face was inches away from her lacy blue panties. There was a large wet spot in the center of the blue lace. I saw it only for a second before she pulled my face down into her warm wet crotch. I was overwhelmed by the musky moistness of her. I'd caught a whiff of Briona the night she fucked Troy, but now that I was buried in an actual pussy, I took a deep breath of her animalistic aroma. Good grief, I loved it!I grabbed her suede-soft thighs with both hands and began kissing her pussy through the lacy fabric, licking the tender flesh of her labia on either side, which made her moan with delight. I worked my tongue around the edge of the panties, slowly pulling the edge of it inward, exposing more of her tender flesh. I felt her downy black pubic hairs tingling across my tongue. I pulled at them playfully with my lips. She laughed, then groaned. I teased her for a while, licking the left side, then the right, moving ever inward, but not all the way. She twisted about passionately trying to make me go further, but I playfully delayed, as much to entice her as to prolong the moment for me. This was, without doubt, the greatest night of my life, and I wanted it to go on forever. Finally she couldn't wait any longer, so she reached down and pulled her panties all the way open and pulled my face into her warm wet pussy. My nose buried itself in her downy bush, and my tongue slipped between her swollen lips. She tasted incredible.“Oh, liebchen…” she moaned, “that feels so good.”Although this was my first time, I'd listened to Briona's instructions as Troy ate her out, so I had a general idea of what to do. For the next half hour or more I ate Annie's sweet pussy with absolute abandon. I kissed and teased her, and tried to make her squirm and whimper with pleasure. I found I couldn't put my tongue very far into her vagina. There was a thin membrane just an inch inside her pussy lips. It took me a few seconds to realize what it was. Oh shit, that's her hymen! I recognized it from biology class. For some reason, because of her sexual confidence, I'd assumed Annie wasn't a virgin, exactly the opposite mistake I'd made from judging Briona. I chuckled, realizing that I was a terrible judge of things like that. But it didn't matter. I was touched that Annie trusted me to kiss her this way. I was careful not to lick her too vigorously. I knew from biology class that the hymen could be broken accidentally, and I certainly didn't want to be responsible for an unintentional defloration! So I concentrated most of my efforts on her tiny little clitoris. She loved it when I sucked it and swirled it with my tongue.After a while I discovered that her favorite thing was when I rubbed her pussy up and down with my entire face. I'd start with my nose buried between her quivering lips, then slide upward, so my nose and tongue went up her pussy until I could lift the little hood covering her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, and flick that sensitive little nub before making my way back down. I went up and down this way, again and again, starting slowly but building up speed. My face was slick with her copious juices, which thrilled me to no end. She whimpered and gasped and groaned, and started saying, “Oh, god. Oh god. Oh yes. Oh yes…” And then, quite suddenly, her entire body tensed up like crazy, and she closed both of her thighs around my head and held me in a vice grip while she bucked and arched and clenched, squealing with an incredibly powerful orgasm. A splash of warm juices surged out of her pussy onto my face, startling me, and delighting me at the same time.Then I began licking and sucking her dripping wet pussy with gusto, swallowing her juices, and slurping her delicious clit. But after a few seconds of this she started banging my forehead with her palm, apparently too overwhelmed to be able to communicate vocally. I took the hint and left her over-stimulated clit alone. Annie's body remained as stiff as a board, and a deep trembling rolled through her thighs for two solid minutes. Finally she relaxed, and her thighs opened, releasing my head from the vice grip. She just lay there for the longest time, panting hard as if she'd just jogged a mile. I took the opportunity to finally take a good long look at her beautiful pussy in the moonlight. Every woman in the world has one, but Annie's was the first I'd seen this closely. I'd seen Briona's but she was so hairy, I really hadn't been able to make out any details. But Annie's pussy only had a little oval tuft of silky black hair on top, and simple curving chocolate brown lips below, topped with a tiny little nub. I knew right then and there that for the rest of my life, Annie's vagina would be the one I'd judge all others by. It was simply too beautiful for words. An absolute work of art, just like every other square inch of her.I kissed her pussy lips gently this time, savoring the similarity of these lips to her other lips. After a while she tugged at my hair. So I crawled up and snuggled her in the leaves, my leg over her legs to keep them warm in the chilly October air. Slowly she came out of the post orgasmic state she'd been in for the last ten minutes. She looked at me with wide eyes and said, “Hans, I never did that before. That was an orgasm I guess. Wow.”“Yeah, wow!” I said, smiling. We kissed. She backed off and wrinkled her nose in distaste.“Is that what I taste like?”“Delicious.”“If you say so,” she said sardonically.“I do say so. Your pussy, my dear, is ze finest pussy in all ze fatherland. Yah, sweet nectar from Odin…”She kissed me to shut me up. We hugged and kissed sweetly for a long time, shivering against each other, neither of us wanting the night to end.There was a rustling in the bushes. We both tensed and listened intently for more. Was someone else crawling up the tunnel? Fear gripped us, but after a few minutes of deadly silence, I said, “Must have been a branch falling.”“Sorry,” she said, “I get easily spooked.”“I saw a ghost once.” She let this random bit of information sit there in the darkness. A cloud moved over the moon and suddenly we were plunged into pitch darkness. I could only, just barely, make out her sky blue eyes in the inky blackness.“A ghost?”“Yeah.”“There are no such things as ghosts.”She sighed, “Yeah, I know, but I saw one, so, I guess that's stupid, right?”My science brain now switched on, instinctively. “You know, I used to love ghost stories and paranormal stuff. But nobody has ever found scientific evidence that any of that stuff exists, in spite of millions of dollars spent on research, hundreds of independent studies, probably more. In the whole of human history, there's still no conclusive evidence that human consciousness survives death.”“I know. But it hasn't been disproved either.”“You can't prove a negative.”She laughed. “I know, Hans, I know. I told you it's stupid.”“So what's this ghost you saw? Could have been a dream, or a hallucination. They're more common than people think.”“Maybe.” She said. The cloud moved off the moon, and once again I could see her lovely bronze face. I could tell from her expression that she didn't want to tell me more. She'd given me a glimpse of her dark secret, but that was all I was going to get. She could let me lick her pussy, but the ghost story thing was a little too personal. Go figure.Perhaps as a way to change the topic, she rolled over to straddle me. In response my softened cock began to grow again. She looked down at me in the moonlight and said, “You know, Hans, you're quite lovely.”“Handsome, you mean”“Lovely. Handsome men don't wear lederhosen.”I was about to say something funny, but she began to grind herself on my hardening erection. A beautiful, lustful expression came over her sweet face. She inched herself slowly down my body, and I watched her as she unbuttoned the buttons on the front of my lederhosen. There were a lot of them, and it would have been amusing except I was suddenly aware that she intended to touch my cock. I got lightheaded with amazement and lust. One of the great dreams of my life was about to come true, and I tried to commit the sight of Annie unbuttoning me to memory. My underwear-clad cock began to emerge more and more with each button, rising up to her grinning face, eager to meet her, to shake hands, to say hello. She tickled the tip of it playfully, amused at the way it jumped with each touch.“Little Hans wants out. Should I let him?”“Yes Fraulein. Zat would be lovely.” I tried to be funny and cool, but my voice cracked with tension.She pulled the band of my underwear down, and my cock sprang up in front of her face, looking quite impressive in the moonlight, if I may say so myself. Her eyes twinkled at the sight of it. “I stand corrected. Not little Hans. BIG Hans!” I'm glad she'd never seen Troy's cock! Then she touched my cock with her fingers, sending shivers up and down my spine. She began to bat it with her fist, making it bob about playfully. She'd obviously never seen a penis before, because she was utterly fascinated. She stroked it gently, and rolled my furry balls in her fingertips, giggling at the strange feel of me. I was in absolute heaven by this point. And when she leaned down and kissed the underside of my cock with her beautiful lips, my heart skipped a beat. She kissed it again and again, and the more she kissed it, the harder it got, which I didn't even think was possible. Finally she opened her mouth and the tip slipped between her warm, wet lips. I felt her teeth, her lips, her tongue, but mostly I saw. Really, it was the sight of her mouth, her beautiful, rosy mouth, wrapped around this most intimate part of me, which made my heart do loop-de-loops.She tongued me and kissed me and sucked me in a variety of ways. It was her turn now to experiment, and I loved every minute of it. After a while she unbuttoned my suspenders and pulled the shorts down, without bothering to take my boots off. She spread my thighs open and licked my furry balls, taking them into her mouth, while stroking my turgid shaft with her soft fingers. She was clumsy and inexperienced, but I didn't know better. It was perfect as far as I was concerned. I just laid back and let her service me, amazed at how much she got into it. She kept looking up at me with her baby blue eyes as she slobbered all over my cock, which was truly mind-blowing. I'd daydreamed about blowjobs for years, but the reality was so much better. I mean, this was literally one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen in my life, and she was sucking my cock. It was beyond wonderful. It was life altering.After only a few minutes of her wonderful mouth bobbing up and down on my cock, I began to feel the telltale signs of impending orgasm. “Oh shit, Annie, I'm gonna cum if you keep that up.”She looked up at me and said, “I want to feel you cum in my mouth, Hans. Is that okay?”I nodded, dazed with excitement. Then she sucked and slurped, putting her limber neck into it, and rolling my balls with her fingertips. The underside of my cock became so sensitive that I could feel every taste bud on her magical tongue. Then I felt a hot burst in my nuts, and I began to buck and writhe with the most incredible orgasm I'd ever felt. She kept sucking and jerking as I shot my seed into her mouth. Her cheeks quickly became distended, and cum began to ooze past her lips down my cock. Then I saw her gulping, and I realized she was actually swallowing my cum.I didn't get soft for a second, so she just swallowed and kept on sucking. Sure, my cock was so sensitive by this time that it almost felt painful being in her mouth, but I put up with the pain because I didn't want it to end. I had no idea when or if I'd ever get another blowjob. Happily I got over the hypersensitivity after a few minutes, and she continued to suck and slurp for another ten or fifteen minutes until I thought I was probably on the verge of cumming again.But then Annie suddenly sat up and grabbed her purse. My heart sank. I was certain she was going to check her watch and say it was time to go home. But instead she pulled out a little wrapper and clumsily tore it open. My head nearly exploded when I realized what she was doing. I'd totally forgotten to bring my condom with me. Thank God Annie was more organized than me. She tried to put it on my cock, but it was too dark to see that she was putting it on inside out. We both laughed as she yanked the stretchy rubber on my throbbing shaft. It was so hilarious that it almost took my mind off what was about to happen.Eventually she got the condom over about half my phallus, and said, “Well, that's as good as it gets, I guess!” Then she stepped out of her panties and squatted over me. I reached up and our fingers interlocked. I was filled with the most amazing love for Annie as she lowered her muff onto my pole. Then before I knew it, I felt the head of my scepter pushing against the tender flesh of her hymen. She paused, our eyes locked on each other. We both knew this was an important moment and should be savored. Then she lowered herself, with a deep groan, and popped her cherry on me. She slid all the way down with a throaty gasp, until I was totally immersed in her tight pussy. She sat there for a minute or two, and we looked at each other smiling. It was over. We were no longer virgins.“High five.” I said.We high-fived each other, smiling like crazy.I was thrilled with the thought that half of my cock, the part uncovered by the condom, was touching the inside of her sweet tunnel. She slowly lifted herself, then lowered herself. She was so tight around me, I might as well not have been wearing a condom. It was incredible.She moaned, “Oh fuck, Hans. You feel so big. Oh god. Oh god. What a great cock. Thank you. Thank you for this, Hans.”I was actually fucking a gorgeous half-Brazilian hottie in a pile of leaves, and she was actually thanking me. I looked up at her in wonder. The moonlight was glinting on her dark, shiny braids. As she slowly lifted herself up again her gorgeous lips opened to emit a moan of transcendent pleasure. I was moved more than words can convey.I blurted, “I love you.” Her blue eyes opened wide, and for a moment I was worried that I'd made a mistake. But then she began to pump her body up and down on me with crazy abandon, her eyes locked to mine, as she gave off beautiful, throaty moans.“Oh, oh, oh. You feel so good inside me. Oh yeah. So good. Goddamned fucking fantastic! Oh Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!” Soon she was pounding herself on me faster, making the leaves rustle and bounce into the air. I reached up and yanked the front of her bra down, releasing her large brown breasts again. They looked amazing, bobbing and bouncing in the moonlight with those dark brown areolas flying up and down in a blur. Then I began to arch my pelvis in rhythm with her movements, rising up to meet her with each downstroke. The bare skin of our pelvises began slapping wetly together again and again. She was so wet, I could feel her juices dripping down my balls.Suddenly, a sharp, spine-tingling, high-pitched groan came from the bushes to our left. We froze in primal fear. I felt every hair on my headstand erect, and Annie's pussy tightened like a clamp around my shaft. After a few moments of silence, the bushes rustled, as if something was moving slowly around the edge of the clearing. It groaned again, weirder this time, sounding almost human, but I was certain it had to be an animal. Annie's face was contorted in terror. She pulled off me, and plopped to her hands and knees.She whispered desperately, “Come on. Fuck me Hans. Hurry up.”I couldn't believe she wanted to keep going. I wanted to run. As a matter of fact, I was scared shitless. But there she was, kneeling with her skirt bundled up, exposing her beautiful brown ass to the moonlight. I kneeled behind her and slowly slid my cock into her tight, trembling canal, while she looked at the bushes, following the eerie rustling sounds with her head. Man, oh, man, her hips felt good in my hands, and her pussy felt incredible around my cock. I began to pound her hard and fast, trying to work her up to another quivering orgasm. I felt myself building up to one too, but I was able to put it off longer than I normally could have, because my abdomen was clenched into a tight little fist of fear. But after thirty, forty, fifty strokes, she let out a little choking gasp, and warm juices surged out of her all around my shaft, splashing loudly into the leaves between her knees.At the moment of her climax a huge black flying thing burst out of the edge of the clearing and flew right at us then up out of sight making us both Scream! Right then I began to ejaculate, spurred on by fear and the shivering, quivering spasms that were rolling through her pussy and thighs. My orgasm seemed to go on and on for minutes, as I continued thrusting and squirting shot after shot into that wonderful girl. Or, into the condom, I should say.When my spasms finally ended, I pulled out of her and plopped into the leaves next to her. She crawled on top of me and whispered into my ear, “I love you too. Now let's get the hell out of here.”I yanked the fully loaded condom from my penis, and tossed it into the leaves, then we dressed hastily, laughing like idiots, and crawled in terror through the tunnel. Then we sprinted breathlessly, hand in hand through the park to her dorm. We didn't look back until we got through the doors in the foyer. I swear, it felt as something was chasing us the whole way, but when we turned to look out the glass doors, nothing was there but the cold October dawn. The sky was glowing with the first rays of morning light. We laughed and breathlessly talked about what an amazing night we'd had! But what the hell was that thing? We agreed it must have been a bird. What else could it have been?Only then did we realize that she'd bled a bit from her broken hymen. The brown crotch of my lederhosen had splashes of dark crimson, and her flowery skirt and white stockings were spattered too. But we both laughed, happy that the lobby was deserted at this hour. We held onto each other in the foyer until the morning sun broke over the treetops, casting October orange light on her bronze face, and filling her blue eyes with wonder. She was even more stunning than ever. We stood up and I kissed her goodnight, or good morning I guess. But before she went inside, I haltingly said, “Uh, do you think, that you'd like to, uh, go out with me again?”She smiled as if I'd just asked her the dumbest question in the world. “I'm your girlfriend, stupid.”My heart soared. I have a girlfriend!by CBSummers, for Literotica 

The Power of Dirndls And Lederhosen: Part 1Hans channels his grandfather's German roots, to overcome his inadequacies with women.Based on the post by cb summers, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.September 22October was almost here. Outside, a cold, gusty wind was blowing the freshly fallen leaves across the campus commons. But I was warm in my room, snuggled under the covers, devouring chapter seven of Advanced Organic Chemistry. I had a test scheduled for the next morning, but studying wasn't a chore for a nerd like me. It was a joy. I was basking in the awesome power of carbon, and the stunning ways it had chemically combined with other compounds over the unimaginable eons of time to form the very basis of life itself.I loved learning. I loved science. I loved textbooks. They allowed me to escape myself. In textbooks I wasn't a loveless, lonely virgin. I wasn't an awkward, babbling dork. I didn't have a disappointing body with deep pockmarks from a high-school bout with acne, and crooked teeth from parents too poor to pay for braces. And I didn't become embarrassingly tongue-tied in the presence of hotties, because there were no hotties in textbooks. There wasn't even a me. Lost in the mysteries and majesty of science, I became the universe itself. Immortal. Beautiful. Content.It was a blessed relief from all the stress I'd been under of late. You see, I could understand carbon. I could understand DNA. I could understand calculus, non-Euclidean geometry and superstring theory. But girls? They were a total mystery to me.My roommate Troy had been trying to share his ‘wisdom' about the fairer sex with me, but it wasn't easy for me to take his advice. After all, he was a Neanderthal. Normally, I avoided guys like him. You know, big dumb lunks, with handsome faces, muscular bodies, and cocky attitudes. Troy was willfully ignorant about the natural world. He didn't believe in evolution, because it just didn't make sense to him, but he did believe in Bigfoot because he saw a movie about it once. I mean, he was just an idiot. I never would have chosen a guy like him to be my roommate, but my roomie for the last two years suddenly transferred to Columbia just before school started in September, so Troy, was assigned to me at random.I'll never forget the day I met the big dope. He swaggered into my room as if he owned the place. He was tall and broad, with a thick, strong neck, short tan hair, and an infuriating air of confidence. I hated him instantly. But I resolved to try to get along with him, so I said, “Hi. I'm Hans. Hans Willis.”He replied, “Look dude, here's the deal I'm gonna fuck a lot of girls in this room, so we need to work out some kinda arrangement. If you see a sock hanging on the doorknob, don't come in. Got it? Just assume I'm boning some chick. I don't care if you have to sleep in the lobby, don't come between me and my pussy. But don't worry, same rules apply for both of us. If I see the sock, I'll stay out too. Those are now the house rules. Name's Troy, by the way.” He held his fist out for me to bump, so I bumped it.A Crushing Defeat To The Neanderthal.But the one girl I actually did go on one date with, that September, ended up becoming my roommate's main fuck buddy, Briona. She's maybe the smartest female in the science department, but her primal desires led her to the neanderthal, Troy.  It wasn't even a week after my one feeble date. Briona basically ignored me in class, and I was miserable. I became depressed and stayed in my dorm, sulking myself to sleep.So there I was, lost in my textbook on a cold September evening, when voices in the hallway brought me out of my reverie. They stopped in front of my door and began to talk back and forth in hushed tones. I recognized Troy's voice. He started talking loudly. “No, really, don't worry about my roommate. He's asleep. Sleeps like a fucking log.”A girl's voice whispered, “Really? I don't know about this. Are you sure?”He answered loudly, “Yeah, I toldja, he's on some kinda meds to keep his acne from coming back. Those things knock him out like a light. It's actually kinda bizarre. Hey, why don't you see for yourself?”He was fumbling with his keys, and then he dropped them loudly on the floor. I realized with shock that he was hoping I'd hear him so I could pretend to be asleep. I was gripped with utter terror. He'd never done anything like this before. He usually called me if he wanted to bring a girl over, to give me time to clear out. But he must have met this girl at some late night party, and didn't think I'd agree to leaving the room at 2:15 in the morning. So what was his plan? He wanted me to stay? To, what? Pretend to be asleep while he fucked this girl? It was a crazy idea! Utterly indecent! Utterly wonderful! Two conflicting thoughts raced through my head at the same time. One: I don't have time for this! I have to study! Two: Oh holy shit, oh holy shit, shit,!What a position to put me in! But I felt I had no choice but to play possum! I heard the key clicking into place, so I barely had time to put my books on the floor, flip out my bedside lamp, and yank the covers messily over my head before the door swung open. I didn't see them coming in, but I heard their voices.He said, in a normal voice, “See? What did I tell you? Out like a light.”She whispered, “No, really?”The door closed, and he said, “Here. Let me show you.” He tromped over to me, shook me and shouted, “Wake up, roomie! The building's on fire!” Then he leaned down close enough to whisper, “Please, Hans. Just go with it.” I didn't make a peep, so he said loudly, “What did I tell you? Dead to the world. It's just you and me, sweetheart.'She giggled and whispered, “Damn. Those must be some killer meds. Which one does he take? Xeotrex, or Iso…”She fell silent. From the sound of the wet little smacking sounds I heard, he must have started kissing her to stop her questions. Damn, what a caveman he was. But she didn't complain. Soon she was making hungry little moans and wet slobbering gasps and groans. Oh shit. I couldn't believe they were making out, right there in my room! My cock started to harden. It was a good thing I'd turned to my side, or she might have seen a volcano rising under my sheets.I just lay there in shock for the next five minutes, unable to block out those sexy sounds. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. But it only got more shocking when I heard the unmistakable sound of a belt buckle clinking open. Troy moaned, “Oh yeah, baby. Fuck yeah.”She giggled, saying, “Let's see what you got in here, big boy. Oh, hot damn. It's so big. Damn. My fingers barely fit around it. Fuck. I gotta get a taste of that.” Then she inhaled and made a wet slurping sound.Troy moaned deeply, “Oh, fuck.”Up to that very moment, I'd had no intention of peeking. But once I realized that a girl was giving Troy a blowjob just a few feet away from me, and the only thing that stood between them and my eyes was my blanket, well I just couldn't resist. I had to see. I just had to! So I slowly moved my hand up to my face and began to tug at the blanket to form a shadowy little opening to peep through. The first thing I saw was Troy's rapturous face, illuminated by his bedside light. He looked right at me. I thought he'd be pissed, but he just smiled and put his finger to his lips, then pointed down, grinning like a birthday boy showing off his brand new BB gun.With that encouragement, I pulled the opening a little more open, and laid my eyes on a sight that absolutely shook me to the core.Briona Skorsczi was on her knees sucking my roommate's big fat cock.I couldn't have been more shocked if I'd suddenly seen my family being eaten by a Tyrannosaurus Rex. It was horrifying, yet I couldn't look away. I just couldn't. Briona's big, beautiful nose was bobbing forward and back, her glasses sliding down to the tip as she sucked him into her beautiful mouth. Her delightful bunny teeth were sliding gently over the raw, naked flesh of that frighteningly huge cock of his. It had to be eight or nine inches long. Maybe more.She must have taken off her coat and shirt before getting on her knees, because I saw her enormous tits absolutely straining to escape the confines of her lacy white bra. I'd been right all along. She had been hiding a smoking hot body under all those baggy clothes. Her tits were even bigger than I'd suspected, probably full D cups, and her creamy white cleavage was wiggling like a bowl of Jell-O as she slurped Troy's cock with increasing eagerness.I watched all of this in utter shock. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. The sweet, innocent, genius of my dreams was polishing a Neanderthal's knob. It was wrong on so many levels; I just couldn't wrap my head around it. How the hell had he met her anyway? I hadn't told either of them about each other, but Prairie Tech wasn't a very big college, so this was just one of those random coincidences that happen from time to time. Only this time it was happening to me, goddamn it!It was heartbreaking to watch. But I had to. I had to. Those full, beautiful lips, which I'd been too timid to kiss, were now sliding and slurping over the bulbous head of Troy's throbbing meat. And her delicate pink tongue, which had said so many fascinating things to me over the course of our evening together, was now slipping out, and flicking that sensitive spot on the underside of his glans. All the while she stroked his long shaft with those delicate hands I'd imagined holding in my own. Then she lifted his shaft, leaned forward and slurped his big, hairless balls into her mouth, making him grab his bedside table for support.“Oh fuck. Suck my balls, bitch. Yeah, so fucking good.”I watched her lick every inch of his veiny shaft, her big beautiful nose occasionally bending in contact with his cock, which I found particularly obscene. Then she kissed her way back to the tip of his salami and began gobbling him forward and back in long swooping moves, making her brown hair bob and bounce, taking him deeper and deeper into her throat with each stroke. She began to drool copiously, coating his cock with so much slime that long strands of slobber dripped down onto her creamy white cleavage. God, I just about passed out at the sight of it. She tilted her head lithely side to side as she gulped his phallus, literally swallowing it until I could actually see the end of his massive member distorting her willowy neck! It was astonishing. She was making loud, wet gasping sounds, but unbelievably, she wasn't choking on his cock; not one tiny bit.That's when it dawned on me that she wasn't a sweet little shy virgin after all. She'd obviously sucked a cock or twelve in her time. Hell, for all I knew, she did this sort of thing every single night of the year. I'd completely misjudged her. She hadn't turned me down because she was too busy. She'd turned me down because I was a coward.Looking back, I suddenly realized that she'd been waiting for me to make some kind of move all night during our date. Now with hindsight twenty twenty, I could remember at least half a dozen opportunities for intimacy that I'd passed up. I could have held her hand at the art show. I could have sat next to her at dinner. I could have put my arm over her shoulder on the walk to her place. And that awkward silence before she closed the door? She'd definitely wanted me to kiss her!Idiot! Why Didn't I Fucking Kiss Her? And if I had, then what? Would she have pulled me inside? Would she have dropped to her knees and pulled out my cock and started sucking me, just like she did with Troy? And then what? Would she have fucked me too?! Oh shit. I blew it. I fucking blew it.I closed the gap in my blankets, and closed my eyes, trying to stifle my sobs of crushing regret. Oh god, I was a pathetic excuse for a man. I wasn't a man at all! I was a fucking Boy! Troy may have been a stupid caveman who didn't believe in evolution, but did believe that a magnetic wristband could make you run faster, but nevertheless, he was still twice the man as me. My pitiful erection faded away and I silently wept, feeling lower and more useless than I'd ever felt in my life.Okay. I must admit. I was wallowing a bit. But then I heard Briona say, “I want you to cream on my tits, baby.”I instantly forgot my misery, and opened the flap again, just in time to see her reaching behind her back and unhooking her bra. It popped open and her big pale breasts fell into view. My cock leapt fully erect again. Her nipples were puffy and pink. Oh god, her tits were more magnificent than I could have ever imagined. Troy grabbed her head with both hands and began fucking her face hard and fast. Then he stiffened up, arched his back and let out a long, gut-wrenching, guttural groan. She pulled back and presented her tits to him, while she jerked his long pipe with one hand. I saw his nuts literally jumping, then ropes of glistening white ropes shot out of him, splooging all over her breasts and neck. She jerked it out of him with expert yanks, until her cleavage was dripping with goo. Then she leaned forward and sucked his cock head while squeezing his balls, making him squirt another shot into her mouth. She looked up at him over her glasses and opened her mouth, and let the cum slowly drip out of it onto her tits. Oh fucking christ! It was so fucking Filthy! Then she ran both hands over her breasts, spreading his shiny cum all over until she her tits were glistening.He couldn't stand up any longer, so he plopped down onto his bed, and fell onto his back. Briona stood up, and quickly stripped out of her shoes, jeans and panties, a sight that made my eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. She had an incredible ass and a stunningly narrow waist. What a figure! She was built like a movie star! Her back was to me now, so I reached into my shorts and wrapped my hand around my throbbing hard cock and started jerking off as quietly as I could manage. She leaned forward to yank Troy's pants off, giving me an amazing view of her extremely hairy pussy. It was big, bushy and brown, but fucking hot as hell. I couldn't make out her pussy lips, but I didn't care. I just stared up her ass crack, jacking off like the pathetic little perv I was, my cock lubricated by the copious amounts of precum it was weeping.Once she'd stripped his bottom half bare, she wiped her tits clean of cum with his pants, then climbed on top of him. I thought she was gonna fuck him, but she kept going upward until she was straddling his face. “Suck my fucking pussy, donkey-dick.”I couldn't get over how filthy her mouth was. It was like she was split personality, or something. This wasn't the brainy girl I'd been out on a date with. That girl could wax poetically about superstring theory and the big bang. But this girl was gleefully grinding her pussy against a moron's face, as she moaned, “Oh fuck yeah. Eat my pussy, fuck wad. Eat my fucking pussy. Yeah, that's right. Stick that tongue inside my cunt. Taste my fucking cum.”I couldn't see exactly what he was doing. Her back was to me, and his big fat cock was in the foreground, blocking some of the view. But I saw the underside of his chin, and his tongue going up into her. He was making crazy slurping sounds, and his semi-hard cock slowly stood to attention again, and he started stroking it, at the same time that I was stoking mine. I wondered what it must feel like to have a monster cock like that in your hand. Mine was puny compared to his. A measly seven and a half inches.Briona was like a wild woman, and she couldn't get enough of Troy's tongue. She just kept grinding herself roughly into his face for the longest time, while he jerked himself off. Her aggressiveness was a bit scary, actually. I wondered what I would have done if she'd attacked me like that in her apartment. I was starting to feel like maybe I dodged a bullet there. Sure, she was sexy, smart and sweet, but damn, she was an animal in the sack! She started shouting out filthy commands as she rode his face. “Yeah, suck my pussy, you mother fucker! Suck my hairy snatch. You know you like it, fuck face. Gimme that hand. Use your finger, oh shit yeah. Oh, fuck yeah, right there. Yeah, like that. No don't stop licking my clit. Yeah, oh fuck, No, don't change anything! Just keep doing it like that, mother fucker! Oh Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!”She was screaming so loud, they were in serious danger of having the RA's realize there was a girl in the room, but Troy clamped his free hand over her mouth. For the next ten minutes she moaned and groaned into his hand, and he took her through a series of awe-inspiring orgasms. Then right when it seemed she was at the peak of her excitement, she suddenly jumped backward and straddled his cock, then lowered herself slowly onto it.Wow. She didn't even make him put on a condom! I saw his huge manhood spreading her furry pussy lips wide for a moment before she lowered herself slowly down his shaft, while juices dripped out of her. Based on the guttural moan she emitted, I guess he was stretching her to the limit, and she liked it. The sight of him disappearing into her snatch triggered something in my own cock. I felt a burst of pleasure, and moments later I was filling my underwear with cum. But I didn't get soft for a second, so I just kept jerking, ignoring the sticky gunk on my hand, taking advantage of the fact that her back was turned to me so she couldn't see my blankets jumping as I jerked off like a monkey in a zoo.She rode him like that for a good long time, slowly at first, moaning, “Oh fucking Christ on a sandwich! You're so fucking big! I've never fucked anyone like you before! Oh god. You're splitting me open, you fucking animal!” But once she got used to his girth, she began to fuck him with more speed and gusto. She started getting less careful, so she could no longer keep his cock from popping out of her pussy. But each time she'd reach down, pull it back into place and start galloping him again, slamming herself down on him like she was riding a wild horse. She was insatiable! And he had lasting power. I shot a second wad into my shorts, but he just kept fucking her on and on and on!Eventually, he flipped her over onto her back, and lifted her long, pale legs high in the air on each of his shoulders, and started ramming himself into her like he was trying to destroy her cunt. But she just stared up at him with those big brown eyes and urged him on. “Harder, you fucking wimp. Fuck me harder.” She said it with an animal intensity, which  I'd never imagined her capable of. It was frighteningly sexy! And he seemed to love it, because he attacked her with the fury of a jungle cat. They were two wild animals, groaning and grinding on that squeaky dorm bed, in a crazy battle to the death.They were turned sideways to me now, so I beheld the stunning sight of Briona's big breasts surging up and down her chest as he pounded her. He occasionally leaned forward and sucked them roughly into his mouth, nibbling her puffy nipples hard enough to make her squeal with delight. It looked so painful to me, but Briona seemed to love it.She kept groaning and cursing the whole time he fucked her. “Harder! Fuck me harder! Oh, yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Fuck me with that big fat cock! Shit! You feel so fucking huge! Harder! Fuck me harder! Oh my god. Oh my god, you feel so good inside me! Oh fucking god! Oh fucking god! oh.”He slammed his hand over her mouth as she had another crazy loud orgasm. He pounded her with merciless glee, his well-muscled body glistening with sweat. He moaned, “Take it bitch. Fucking take it!”I had to stroke myself slower, now that she could possibly see me, but that didn't stop me from cumming a third time. My underwear was absolutely gross with accumulated cum by now, but my cock didn't get soft, so I kept squeezing and stroking it as I stared at Briona's beautiful tits, her long, lithe legs, and her beautiful big nose. She was looking up at Troy, right into amazed eyes, with a passion so hot that it could have started a forest fire.She suddenly crawled out from under him, moaning, “Oh, shit, Fuck me doggy style, you son of a bitch!” She got up on her hands and knees and he immediately rammed himself into her slit from behind. She arched her neck up ward, her lush mouth opening into a long, breathy groan. “God damn. So fucking good.”My eyes were drawn to her pendulous breasts. They were flopping forward and back as Troy fucked her. Once or twice he leaned forward to fondle them, something I longed to do, but that just threw off his rhythm, so he went back to fucking her. I wanted to get out of bed, and crawl under her, and let those big boobs sweep up and down my face. But I was pretty sure that would have freaked her the fuck out, so I just kept playing possum.He looked toward me a few times, smiling with wicked pride. He even flashed me one of those stupid ‘hang ten' hand signals that dopes like him were fond of. I wanted to hate him for stealing my girl, but I just couldn't be mad at him. It wasn't his fault. It was mine. I'd let her slip out of my hands. And now he was fucking my dream girl. I sure hoped he was enjoying it, because the longer it went on, the more my image of her slipped away. She wasn't my dream girl any longer. Oh, I loved her still, and admired her. I also hoped one day I might be friends with her. But I didn't dream about fucking her any longer. I knew I'd never be able to handle her. For one thing, she seemed to like it rough, which just wasn't in me. And for another thing, she absolutely adored Troy's humungous cock. It was at least an inch or two longer than my pitiful seven inches. It was apparent now why all those girls were so happy after fucking him. How could I ever hope to make her happy in bed after she'd been fucked like this?Troy grinned at me and mouthed, “Watch this”, then he grabbed his pillow, stripped the pillowcase off, flipped the loose end under her midsection and grabbed both ends with his fists and suddenly lifted her up, so her knees left the bed. Now, with her utterly under his control, he started to fuck her harder than ever, and she started to squeal and weep and scream. She looked back at him with a look of pure, worshipful amazement as he pounded her pussy like a pro, tears pouring out of her eyes from the sheer perfection of the moment. She'd been calling the shots all night, but now he was in command, and she was enraptured. Utterly enraptured.And I guess I was enraptured too. They both amazed me. I felt like a pathetic troll compared to these guys. If any two people on earth were made to fuck each other, it was Troy and Briona, goddamn it! He fucked her that way longer than I could ever have done, but he finally began to grunt and stiffen with impending release.Briona moaned, “Oh yeah. Cum inside me. I want to feel you cumming inside me. Oh god, yes, I can feel it!”The astounding sight of my roommate filling that beautiful, busty nerd's pussy with cum made me blast one final load of semen into my sticky underwear. And as impossible as it may seem, I actually fell asleep immediately afterward. I don't know if they kept fucking or not, but I would have slept through an earthquake at that point. It was probably some sort of psychological defense mechanism. My brain had overloaded with a lethal combination of lust and self-loathing. My only escape was sweet oblivion.Frat Party Invite: “You should go,” said Troy.“Yeah, I agree,” said Briona, cuddling next to him in his bed. “What have you got to lose?”I shrugged. “I don't really know these guys. And I wouldn't know anyone else at the party either.”Briona shrugged, “So what?”Troy added, “And it's at a frat, dude! Think of all that fresh young sorority pussy!”Briona slapped his arm, hard enough to make him squeal. “Shut up, you big dumb ape!”Troy pouted adorably, nursing his arm. “Sorry Bree.”“Oh, did I hurt you, baby?” Then she gently, lovingly kissed his arm, as he looked at her enraptured.They'd only been together for two weeks, but the change she'd had on Troy had been amazing. He'd stopped trolling for chicks, even though she hadn't asked him to. And when the two of them weren't over at her apartment fucking like rabbits, she was over at our room studying with me! It worked out for all three of us because our studying together encouraged him to do his own homework, so his grades began to improve as well.Just in case you're wondering, Briona had no idea that I'd been awake the night she fucked him. In fact, when she found out that I was his roommate, she nearly had a heart attack, but I pretended his ‘acne medicine' story was true. There are some acne medicines that cause drowsiness, although I'd been off them for over a year. Still, I kept up the charade, secretly hoping that she might fuck him again while I ‘slept'. But apparently the night she came over her cousin had been visiting, so her apartment wasn't empty. That wasn't true any longer, so I hadn't seen hide nor hair of her pussy since that wonderful night, and I probably never would again.But that was okay. She was fast becoming one of my best friends. The fact that I'd seen her totally naked, riding my roommate's cock while she cursed like a whore, didn't diminish my fondness or admiration for her one tiny bit. It actually opened my eyes up to my own naïve ideas about sexuality. I realized that sex isn't just for sluts and dopes, but for smart people too. People like Briona, and people like me! It finally dawned on me that everybody in the world had sex, and every woman, however shy she may seem, had a secret tiger in her, just waiting to be discovered and unleashed.As for Troy, he was still a bit of an asshole, but he treated Briona like a princess. He was honestly in love. So much so that it frightened him a bit. After I told him that she was a genius, he started to worry that she'd lose interest in him, so he worked extra hard to earn her love. But I'd seen him fucking her. As long as he kept slaying her pussy like that, he had nothing to worry about.Briona asked, “Who are these guys again?”“Roland Rawlings and Joseph, something, I forget his last name. They're in Tau Sigma Omicron, I think. I'm in their Astrophysics study group. I guess that's why they invited me to their Oktoberfest party. I can't think of any other reason. I'm certainly not interested in pledging any frats. I don't have that kind of money anyway.”Briona nodded. “Well, I don't know them, but Tau Sigma has a good reputation. If you were pledging, you could do worse. Though Delta Delta is the one that most of the guys in the science department belong to. They have an excellent academics record.”Troy grinned mischievously, saying, “Yeah, but the real question is, does Tau Sigma have a sister sorority, and do they like to fuck nerds?”Briona roared like a lion and started snapping her teeth at him. “I told you to stop it, you dirty little boy! Don't make me bite you!”He stuck his tongue out at her so she leapt on top of him like a jungle cat. I watched them roughhouse with a smile on my face. Troy was much bigger and stronger than her, but he let her pin him with only minimal resistance. That's one of the ways I knew he was smitten with her. She'd literally tamed him. It was really kind of cute.Still straddling Troy, Briona turned to me and said, “No, really, Hans, you ought to go. You don't have anything better to do tonight, do you?”I shrugged. “No, but I don't have a costume. Everyone's supposed to dress up like Germans.”Troy said, “Well, you're German, aren't you? Just go as yourself.”“My grandpa's from Austria, but I don't think that counts as a costume.”Briona smiled, “Oh hey, there's that costume store over in that strip mall next to the Wendy's. I bet they're open for another hour or two. You should run over there and, here, ” She reached into her pocket and pulled out her wallet, then took out sixty dollars, “Go rent a costume.”I put my hand up, “No, no. I can't take your money.”She hopped off Troy and pressed the money into my hands. “Consider it a loan, Hansie. Pay me back when you can.”I looked at the money, and my heart started to beat hard. I'd never gone to a real party before. Or at least not one at a cool fraternity, which I just knew would be chock full of eligible women getting drunk off their asses. I didn't know what to say, but Briona just pulled me off my bed and pushed me toward the door, saying, “You better hurry up before they close! Scoot!”Troy shouted from his bed. “Yeah, get out of here, loser, so I can fuck my girlfriend!”As she was closing the door behind me, I heard her saying to Troy, “Okay mister. You've officially pissed me off. Now you're gonna get bit!”I stood in that hallway for a few minutes, listening to her jungle-cat roars turn into orgasmic groans as they attacked each other in my room, perhaps even on my very bed. It made my cock stir with lust. Since it was unlikely they'd ever do it while I was ‘sleeping' again, eavesdropping at my dorm room door might be the closest I'd ever get. But as fun it was to listen to Briona's dirty talk, her money was burning a hole in my hand, and I knew she'd expect me to have a story to show for it, so I dragged myself away from her beautiful moans, and sweet obscenities.By the time I'd walked to the costume shop, the sun was already setting, and they were just about to close. But the man let me in and showed me his selection of Bavarian costumes. Most of them were cheap, mass-manufactured Halloween costumes, but one was really quite authentic. I should know. I'd been dragged to my fair share of polkas and Oktoberfest celebrations when I was a kid. My parents were proud of their Austrian ancestry, so I could tell an authentic outfit when I saw one. It wasn't cheap, but Briona's money, added to my own pitiful stash, added up to just barely enough to rent it, along with an oversized plastic stein. That was all the money I had for the rest of the month, but I figured, if I'm going to look like a fool, I might as well do it in style. Besides, if I impress those guys, maybe they'll invite me to another party.As I was trying it on, the shop owner said, “You're lucky you're not a woman. A bunch of girls came in here earlier and rented all the Bavarian dresses in the place. Hey, you know what? I bet they're going to the same party as you.” I shrugged, barely hearing him. I was distracted by my own reflection in the mirror. I looked exactly like my grandfather. There was photo of him hanging on our wall back home which was taken when he was a boy in Austria, wearing a costume that was freakishly similar to this: a pair of dark brown lederhosen with suspenders, high socks embroidered with ducks and edelweiss flowers, a loose white peasant shirt and a blue cap with a long feather sticking out the top. My god, I was the spitting image of my grandfather.Suddenly I flashed on the old man. He was the most rakish, hearty, balls-to-the-wall man I'd ever met. He could have eaten ten Troys for breakfast and still had room for seven Brad Pitts. When Grandpa came into a room, everybody smiled. He flirted with all the ladies, even his own relatives, and made every man his buddy. He was amazing, and lived life to the fullest, right up to the very end. I hooked my thumbs in my suspenders, just as he was doing in that old photograph, and grinned, trying to make my eyes twinkle just like his. Damn. I looked more like him than ever. And then I remembered that he had a pockmarked face too. I'd never thought about it before, but he must have had acne as a teenager, the same as me! But he hadn't let that stop him from being a man, and damn it all, I wasn't gonna let it stop me either!I walked proudly to Fraternity Row, dressed in my costume, ignoring the catcalls from passers-by. No, scratch that. I didn't ignore them. Whenever someone laughed or shouted out some obscenity at me, I raised my fake German stein and shouted, “Oktoberfest!” at the top of my lungs, and their jeers turned instantly into cheers. I felt almost as if I was channeling my grandfather's spirit. But I didn't believe in any sort of afterlife, so I knew that my grandfather's spirit didn't exist. No. If anything, it was my grandfather's DNA coursing through my blood, which gave me the gumption to act as if I was the man I wanted to be. That, and the long feather in my cap.I charged into that party as if I owned the place, and stomped all the way into the middle of the room on my big, loud boots. That's when I noticed that I was the only person in sight wearing a costume of any kind. Then I saw the assholes who'd invited me; laughing their asses off. My heart sank, and my cheeks burned bright red. I'd thought I'd left this kind of crap behind me in high school. But I was wrong. You never get too old for a pair of snotty assholes to make you feel like a fool. I refused to give them the pleasure of seeing my embarrassment, so I just smiled and waved, proud of my Bavarian heritage and culture.I was about to make a humiliating retreat from this frat party when I realized, much to my delight, that I wasn't alone. Six freshmen girls, dressed in sexy little Bavarian dresses, filed through the door, drawing fresh gouts of laughter from the assembly. Now I knew who'd rented all the female costumes from the store! Most of the girls looked utterly embarrassed, but one of the girls was shining with confidence. Her sky-blue eyes caught sight of me and a broad grin spread out on her stunningly beautiful, copper-colored face. I'd seen her around the Science Building, but I didn't know her name. All I knew was that she was a freshman, and insanely hot. I considered her so far out of my league that I didn't even daydream about asking her out.She was simply stunning to behold, her lovely tits were perfectly displayed in the snug bodice. Her figure was looking scrumptious, particularly as she made her way through the crowd toward me, smiling from ear to ear. As she came closer, I realized that her costume was the female match for mine. They had the same brown, green and blue fabrics, the same embroidered socks. But instead of the lederhosen and suspenders my costume had, she was wearing a traditional dirndl, which was comprised of a brown skirt, a big green apron, a puffy white blouse, and a bodice with a low front, which was pushing her ample breasts up into a startling display of feminine pulchritude. I mean, this chick's cleavage was epic, and it was wiggling about wonderfully as she clomped toward me in her polka shoes. Her wavy dark brown hair was braided into two long braids that were framing her tits marvelously.Coincidence was once again rearing its ugly head, but this time it seemed to be working in my favor!She shouted in a fake German accent, “Liebchen! Vere haff you been? I've been vorried schick about you!”Then she gave me a big hug and a quick kiss on the lips. I was stunned. That was literally the first kiss of my life, and even though she meant it as a joke, my heart did a total flip flop in my chest, and tingles shot down my spine! Then she took my hand in hers and pulled me toward the other costumed girls, all of whom were adorable, each in their own way. “Come vit me, liebchen. I vant you to meet my freundins!” The girls laughed when they saw that I was wearing the male match of their friend's dirndl. “Girls, girls, I vant you to meet mein freund, Helmutt von Wiener.”Continued in Part Two,Based on a post by CBSummers, for Literotica

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Michael T. war 26, als er seine Mutter erstach, ihre Leiche ausweidete und ihren Kopf abschnitt. Der junge Mann habe das fürchterliche Verbrechen im Wahn begangen, stellten Psycho-Gutachter wenig später fest. Allzu schnell galt der Wiener dann als geheilt – und kam in Freiheit. Und bald schon wollte er abermals töten.Unsere allgemeinen Datenschutzrichtlinien finden Sie unter https://art19.com/privacy. Die Datenschutzrichtlinien für Kalifornien sind unter https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info abrufbar.

What if the key to winning over investors wasn't just in your numbers—but in the story you tell? On this episode of The Story Engine Podcast, I sit down with Ben Wiener, author of Fever Pitch, a fictional story crafted to teach startup founders how to captivate investors. Ben shares why so many pitches fail, how storytelling bridges the gap between vision and funding, and why a well-told narrative often matters as much as your deck or financials. We dive into the storytelling formula behind Fever Pitch, why founders struggle to get their message across, and how investors can use this book to better understand the entrepreneur's journey. Whether you're preparing your first pitch or looking to refine your message, this episode will help you turn your startup story into a funding advantage. ⏱ On This Episode [02:18] – Why most startup founders struggle to get their pitches across effectively [04:46] – How fiction can teach real-world lessons about storytelling and persuasion [07:12] – The unique formula Fever Pitch uses to engage readers while teaching founders [10:05] – Why investors benefit from reading stories like Fever Pitch to understand founder psychology [13:21] – The common mistakes founders make when presenting their ideas to investors [16:08] – How storytelling builds trust and emotional resonance in a pitch [19:33] – Ben's advice for founders preparing to pitch: how to stand out beyond the slide deck [23:10] – Kyle and Ben discuss why blending creativity and business is a founder's superpower [27:41] – Closing thoughts: why every founder needs to see their pitch as a story

Eine Wiener Brennpunktschule zeigt vor, wie es im Bildungsbereich geht. Nina Brnada und Clemens Neuhold erklären, wie eine Mittelschule die Bildungskrise überwand und was diese Schule richtig macht. 

Zwei verfeindete Zwillingsbrüder im alten Ägypten und Griechenland, eine Massenhochzeit, ein Massenmord und ein Schlussbild mit Furienchor und Feuerregen - Salieri lieferte dem Pariser Publikum bei der Uraufführung 1784 eine Dramatik und ein Spektakel, das man dort noch nicht gesehen hatte. Antonio Salieri landete mit seinen Danaiden einen Riesenerfolg, der noch Jahrzehnte nachwirkte. Über diesen Fünfakter schwärmten später auch Hector Berlioz sowie Richard Wagner, und Ludwig van Beethoven, nur einer der vielen berühmten Schüler des Hofkomponisten von Joseph II., kopierte Stellen des Werks im Unterricht, um davon zu lernen. Wohl wegen des aufkommenden Nationalismus am Anfang des 19. Jahrhunderts fielen Antonio Salieri und sein grosses, teils geradezu avantgardistisches Œuvre mit fast 40 Opern zwischen Stuhl und Bank: Für die Italiener war der bereits als Teenager ausgewanderte Salieri ein Wiener, für die Wiener blieb er Italiener, und für die Franzosen war er ein Deutscher. Er wurde somit in keinem der Länder, in welchen er so erfolgreich wirkte, zur nationalen Identifikationsfigur oder zum Nationalkomponisten erkoren. Zum Doppeljubiläum von Salieri, seinem 275. Geburtstag am 18. August und seinem 200. Todestag am 7. Mai 2025, besprechen wir in der Diskothek erstmals ein Werk dieses damals so beliebten und häufig gespielten Komponisten. Gäste von Moritz Weber sind der Salieri-Biograf Timo Jouko Herrmann und der Bassbariton Robert Koller.

In this inspiring episode, Malkie Weiner shares her extraordinary life story: from her Catholic upbringing in Puerto Rico, to her family's unexpected spiritual search, their conversion to Judaism, and their eventual integration into the Hasidic community of Williamsburg. Malkie opens up about:  

von Anna Wallner. Christian Klar ist Schulleiter einer Mittelschule in Wien-Floridsdorf. Hier spricht er über zunehmende Probleme mit Integration, sekundärem Analphabetismus an seiner Schule und Kulturkonflikte im Klassenzimmer. Er fordert strengere Regeln und mehr Verbot und glaubt, dass Grundwerte und eine westliche Haltung wichtiger denn je sind. Es geht um Antisemitismus, Bildungspolitik und das Schöne am Lehrerberuf. Weil Klar sagt auch "ich glaube, wir können es schaffen."

Die Agrarwissenschaftlerin und Buchautorin Birgit Lahner erzählt botanische Wiener Geschichten. Im letzten Teil der Serie spricht sie über das Veilchen und die Brennessl, Pflanzen mit kleinem Wuchs und großer Bedeutung. Gestaltung: Ilse Huber - eine Eigenproduktion des ORF, gesendet in Ö1 am 5.9.2025.

Die Agrarwissenschaftlerin und Buchautorin Birgit Lahner erzählt botanische Wiener Geschichten. Im vierten Teil der Serie spricht sie über die Alraune, einer Pflanze, der magische und Wunsch erfüllende Kräfte zugeschrieben wurden. Gestaltung: Ilse Huber - eine Eigenproduktion des ORF, gesendet in Ö1 am 4.9.2025.

Die Agrarwissenschaftlerin und Buchautorin Birgit Lahner erzählt botanische Wiener Geschichten. Im dritten Teil der Serie spricht sie über die Tamariske und die Ananans als historische Größen. Gestaltung: Ilse Huber - eine Eigenproduktion des ORF, gesendet in Ö1 am 3.9.2025.

Die Agrarwissenschaftlerin und Buchautorin Birgit Lahner erzählt botanische Wiener Geschichten. Im ersten Teil der Serie spricht sie über Bäume als Hauptdarsteller. Gestaltung: Ilse Huber - eine Eigenproduktion des ORF, gesendet in Ö1 am 1.9.2025.

Die Agrarwissenschaftlerin und Buchautorin Birgit Lahner erzählt botanische Wiener Geschichten. Im zweiten Teil der Serie spricht sie über markante Mauerblümchen. Gestaltung: Ilse Huber - eine Eigenproduktion des ORF, gesendet in Ö1 am 2.9.2025.

Rabbi Dr. Jason Weiner joins the podcast to discuss a new paradigm in palliative care, one that redefines the conversation around end-of-life decisions. This episode explores how two of today's most respected halachic authorities, Rav Asher Weiss and Rav Hershel Schachter, have provided rulings that completely change the game. Rabbi Dr. Weiner unpacks these "never-before-seen" piskei halacha, which allow for a more nuanced approach. The discussion delves into the ethical and practical implications of these rulings for patients, families, and medical professionals. Rabbi Dr. Weiner shares powerful stories from his work as a hospital chaplain, illustrating how this new approach can enable patients to find comfort and dignity in their final days. The episode offers a crucial and timely conversation for anyone grappling with end-of-life care decisions.To learn more about Rabbi Dr. Wiener and what he offers, please view his website: rabbiweiner.com

"Wir haben geschaffen, was uns gefiel, und wenn die Wiener Werkstätte eines unserer Produkte verkauft hatte, gab es eine große Party“, zitiert Anne-Katrin Rossberg, Kustodin der Sammlung Metall und Wiener Werkstätte Archiv im Wiener MAK die Keramikerin Vally Wieselthier. Gestaltung: Alexandra Mantler – Eine Eigenproduktion des ORF, gesendet in Ö1 am 03.09.2025

Send us a textIn this chaotic ride of Not Well, Bobby and Jim spiral from dementia scares and weed brain to childhood slut stories, raw dicks, and armpit fetishes. They argue about stoves, confess about breeding kinks, roast Ron DeSantis' gay boots, and imagine dying together in an ICU bed. Along the way: Molly gets railed on a park bench, someone admits to jerking off 4 times a day as a teen, and the phrase “double-stuffed slut” is born. By the end, they're reclaiming faggot, dreaming of pirate life, and plotting online jerk-off therapy sessions. It's unhinged, it's heartfelt, and it's definitely Not Well.Support the showAs always you can write us at nowellpodcast@gmail.com or call us at ‪(614) 721-5336‬ and tell us your Not Wells of the week InstagramTwitterBobby's Only FansHelp us continue to grow and create amazing content, like a live tour or just help fund some new headphones when needed. Any help is appreacited. https://www.buzzsprout.com/510487/subscribe#gaypodcast #podcast #gay #lgbtq #queerpodcast #lgbt #lgbtpodcast #lgbtqpodcast #gaypodcaster #queer#instagay #podcasts #podcasting #gaylife #pride #lesbian #bhfyp #gaycomedy #comedypodcast #comedy #nyc #614 #shesnotdoingsowell #wiltonmanor #notwell

Pulitzer-prize winning journalist Tim Weiner has been chronicling the history of the CIA for more than two decades. His new book, The Mission charts the agency's successes and failings, from 9-11 to the present day. In this episode, he sat down with Carl Miller to talk about the agency's notorious post 9-11 torture programmes, its key role in supporting Ukraine, the threat posed by China and Russia and the hard job of espionage in an age of technical surveillance. They also discussed the disorientating impact of the Trump administration, and what happens to the CIA when the threat is coming from above.  Tim Weiner is an award-winning author and reporter. The Mission: The CIA in the 21st Century is out now.  If you'd like to become a Member and get access to all our full conversations, plus all of our Members-only content, just visit intelligencesquared.com/membership to find out more. For £4.99 per month you'll also receive: - Full-length and ad-free Intelligence Squared episodes, wherever you get your podcasts - Bonus Intelligence Squared podcasts, curated feeds and members exclusive series - 15% discount on livestreams and in-person tickets for all Intelligence Squared events  ...  Or Subscribe on Apple for £4.99: - Full-length and ad-free Intelligence Squared podcasts - Bonus Intelligence Squared podcasts, curated feeds and members exclusive series … Already a subscriber? Thank you for supporting our mission to foster honest debate and compelling conversations! Visit intelligencesquared.com to explore all your benefits including ad-free podcasts, exclusive bonus content and early access. … Subscribe to our newsletter here to hear about our latest events, discounts and much more. https://www.intelligencesquared.com/newsletter-signup/ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Seit mittlerweile 10 Jahren verwandelnt Wiener*innen Parkplätze mit Grätzloasen zu beliebten und begrünten Treffpunkten für die Nachbarschaft. Friederike Hausmeister hat sich auf Spurensuche begeben, mit Betreiber*innen und Nutzer*innen der Grätzloasen gesprochen und von Sabrina Halkic, der Leiterin der Lokalen Agenda 21, mehr zur Geschichte, außergewöhnlichen Projekten und die Zukunft der Grätzloasen erfahren.Alle Infos zu den Grätzloasen und  zum großen Jubiläumsfest am 5. September: https://la21.wien/graetzloase/Wenn euch die Folge gefallen hat, freuen wir uns, wenn ihr unseren Podcast bewertet und abonniert (falls ihr das noch nicht gemacht habt). Feedback könnt ihr uns auch an podcast(at)ma53.wien.gv.at schicken. Folgt uns auf unseren Social Media Kanälen:https://www.facebook.com/wien.athttps://bsky.app/profile/wien.gv.athttps://twitter.com/Stadt_Wienhttps://www.linkedin.com/company/city-of-vienna/https://www.instagram.com/stadtwien/Und abonniert unseren täglichen Newsletter:http://wien.gv.at/meinwienheute Weitere Stadt Wien Podcasts: Historisches aus den Wiener Bezirken in den Grätzlgeschichten büchereicast der Stadt Wien Büchereien

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This week on Better Business, Better Life, host Debra Chantry-Taylor is joined by venture capitalist and bestselling author Ben Wiener to unpack the art and challenges of startup pitches. With only two out of ten startups likely to succeed, Ben shares how founders can stand out using his H.E.A.R.T. framework: Hypothesis, Enormous Stakes, Alternatives, Radically Different, and Team. From his journey in law and venture capital to writing Fever Pitch, Ben offers practical insights into what investors really want to hear and why storytelling matters as much as strategy. He explains how anticipating questions, neutralising competition early, and presenting a differentiated solution can make all the difference. Beyond pitching, Ben emphasises the value of active reading, empathy, and paying it forward - reminding us that business success is often rooted in doing the right thing for others. Whether you're a startup founder, a leader refining your communication, or simply curious about what makes ideas resonate, this episode is packed with wisdom and actionable tools. CONNECT WITH DEBRA:         ___________________________________________         ►Debra Chantry-Taylor is a Certified EOS Implementer | Entrepreneurial Leadership & Business Coach | Business Owner ►Connect with Debra: ⁠debra@businessaction.com.au ⁠ ►See how she can help you: https://businessaction.co.nz/       ____________________________________________         GUESTS DETAILS: ► Jumpspeed Ventures Website ► Books by Ben Wiener ► Ben Wiener - LinkedIn Episode 237 Chapters:   00:00 – Introduction 00:50 – Venture Capital and Entrepreneurial Journey   03:14 – Challenges and Successes in Venture Capital   05:58 – The Concept of “Fever Pitch”   10:48 – The H.E.A.R.T Framework   51:08 – Practical Applications and Benefits of the Framework 52:49 – Ben's Investment Philosophy and Personal Insights 53:04 – Advice for Entrepreneurs and Business Leaders   

We start with a shocking Believe It or Not, then we hear more about Raj and his upcoming date, we go head over heels for a big shower fall, dangerous waterfalls, a drunk teacher, and BIRTHDAYS!The Treehouse Show is a Dallas 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 funny news, viral stories, and hilarious commentary.The Treehouse WebsiteGet MORE from the Treehouse Show on PatreonGet a FREE roof inspection from the best company in DFW:Cook DFW Roofing & Restoration CLICK HERE TO DONATE:The RMS Treehouse Listeners FoundationLINKS:VW introduces monthly subscription to increase car powerMan with ‘world's largest willy' suffers shower injury because giant penis got in the wayVideo shows crews rescue Long Beach hiker trapped behind waterfall for 2 days | KTLASpring Hill teacher accused of DUI after crashing into school fence | FOX 13 Tampa Bay

Co-Host Dr. Craig B. Wiener (https://mountaintoppodcast.com/wiener) My first time guest, Dr. Craig B. Wiener is a licensed psychologist and best selling author on a variety of topics. Central to today's episode, much of Dr. Wiener's important work has snowballed since he first questioned the growing tendency to make behavioral problems medical disabilities...especially for boys. His groundbreaking work with ADHD shows that the behaviors included in the ADHD diagnosis can become frequent due to reinforcement. This "medicalization of the social" is a topic of interest for all of us as men, for sure...and for a variety of reasons, actually. What would Craig tell men who have been told there's something wrong with them by the medical field, when it might actually be a social thing? Could we simply need some self-work on our social skills. Or worse, could we have been told something is wrong with us when we're really just fine?  What about when parents project medical diagnoses upon their kids? (e.g. Health Anxiety By Proxy or Munchausen Syndrome) How would Craig explain the rise in later-life diagnosis of Autism Spectrum Disorder? And what about when people manipulate the medicalization of the social for their own apparent benefit, like "I'm on the spectrum, not a narcissist"? What happens when little boys act like, well...little boys, but are rushed to the principal's office or even to therapy for it? On the other hand, there's also a pattern where people seek help, then resist it and offload the blame onto others. Why would anyone want to stay locked into their pattern of failure? Check out the new Substack channel at https://mountaintoppodcast.com/substack === HELP US SEND THE MESSAGE TO GREAT MEN EVERYWHERE === The show is now available as a VIDEO version on YouTube. For some reason, the episodes seem funnier...if a bit more rough around the edges. If you love what you hear, please rate the show on the service you subscribed to it on (takes one second) and leave a review. As we say here in Texas, I appreciate you!

What's up all you burners, stoners and potheads!  Mr and Mrs Weedman kick off the show getting normal, toking on some Green Crack from their friend Big Earl's garden. Together they share stories from their week in the world of weed and beyond. The duo also delivers the latest hot topics and headline news in cannabis to keep you educated and informed.  Mr Weedman shares tips on visually recognizing good and bad weed, he discusses the effects of cultivation lighting on flower, and he uncovers some truths on the benefits of weed for men with erectile dysfunction. Mrs Weedman covers a piece on the gut health benefits from cannabis vs alcohol, she shares how cannabis is helpful for those suffering from eating disorders, and she delivers the science behind weeds "feel good" effects. Thanks for listening, as always hit us up!Support The Show: https://www.buzzsprout.com/283607/supportTWITTER: @weedman420podYouTube: Weedman420 ChroniclesEMAIL:  weedman420chronicles@gmail.comSHOP: www.eightdecades.comIG: @eightdecadesEMAIL: eightdecadesinfo@gmail.com#ImHigh #Cannabis #StomptheStigma #HomeGrow #FreethePlant #Stoners #Burners #rosin #liverosin #Potheads #Vipers #CannabisEducation #CannabisResearch #Weed #Marijuana #LegalizeIt #CannabisNews #CBD #Terpenes  #Podcast #CannabisPodcast #eightdecades #LPP #Lifestyle #HealthyLifestyle #NaturalMedicine #PlantMedicine #News #Research #MedicalMarijuana #Infused #420 #Education #Health #Wellness #WorldNews #Gardening #budtender #kief #hemp #dabs #hash #joints #edibles #gummies #tincture #vapes #esters #pauliesayssmokesmartArticle Links:* https://www.greenstate.com/explained/what-does-bad-weed-look-like/?utm_source=flipboard&utm_content=GreenState/magazine/GreenState+News+%26+Life* https://thefreshtoast.com/cannabis/how-alcohol-and-cannabis-affect-gut-health/#utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=how-alcohol-and-cannabis-affect-gut-health* https://www.eurekalert.org/news-releases/1092476?utm_source=flipboard&utm_content=topic/cannabis* https://www.greenstate.com/health/cannabis-psychedelics-eating-disorders/?utm_source=flipboard&utm_content=user/GreenState* https://www.aol.com/gummies-ed-125700382.html?utm_source=flipboard&utm_content=topic/cannabis* https://thefreshtoast.com/cannabis/the-science-behind-cannabis-and-happiness/#utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=the-science-behind-cannabis-and-happinessCOPYRIGHT 2021 WeedMan420Chronicles©Suggestions? Questions? Chat with us here.Support the show

Another really nice day in the Coulee Region with a high of 84° expected. Gonna be warmer on Friday & Saturday with highs nearing 90°. As we usually do on Thursdays, we kicked things off with the "Thursday Song" and we talked to Office Cora to see what she's up to this weekend in the 715! We also asked each other hypothetical questions on "Hypothetical Thursday"…with Jean's question for Brian being: "If you were a teacher, what subject would you teach?" And Brian's question for Jean was: "If you could choose one magic item to use for the rest of your life, which would you take?" In the news this morning, the La Crosse City council will vote on a possible $144,000 settlement for a man that was run over by a police squad car in September of 2024, a trial date has been set for Josie Dikeman, Governor Evers asks for FEMA support in the wake of the recent flooding in the Milwaukee area, and the latest on "Frankenstein" rabbits that are being spotted in Colorado. In sports, the Brewers remain red hot by beating the Pirates again yesterday & triggering the "Free Burgers" promotion at George Webb restaurants in Milwaukee. We looked at the NFL's week 2 preseason schedule, and we talked about a couple of NBA teams that are getting sold, including the Boston Celtics & the Portland Trailblazers. And speaking of teams getting sold, it looks like the Minnesota Twins are no longer up for sale! Elsewhere in sports, NASCAR has decided NOT to limit celebrations in victory lane after the Connor Zilisch injury last weekend, and speaking of injuries….apparently Matthew Stafford is battling against his bad back with an "Ammortal Chamber". We had a new "Karen of the Day" who was very upset about people using a public beach, and we also ran some audio from our recent interview with Shaun McCoy of "Blood Ocean" and formerly "Bobaflex". His new band has some new music coming out this week and you can hear our interview and the new tune right here. Cool story about a cancer survivor who paid it forward by purchasing parking passes for other people who are battling the deadly disease. A woman who works as a custodian at Texas A&M while raising her four children just got four different college degrees, and a kid who really wanted to play baseball got a very special kidney transplant. We let you know what's on TV today/tonight and we checked out the trailer for the upcoming documentary on Charlie Sheen! And in today's edition of "Bad News with Happy Music", we had stories about some kids who stole a train by watching YouTube videos on how to operate it, a woman who got drunk and upset at her phone and decided to try and shoot it with her gun, a man who was left in his reclining chair for months by his daughter and ended up with necrosis & maggots in his flesh, a passenger in an F-15 who accidentally hit the "eject" button while the plane was on the ground, and a guy in England who broke his arm because of his massive penis.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Wissen Sie, was ein Stehgeiger ist? Nein? Dann sind Sie nicht alleine, denn wir wussten es auch nicht - bis wir Russell McGregor gesprochen haben. Der Australier lebt seit dreißig Jahren in Wien und begeistert mit seinem Ensemble und Geigenspiel Liebhaber des Wiener Walzers. Und jetzt, zum 200. Geburtstag von Johann Strauss, kommt er mit einem ganz besonderen Programm nach Australien.

Wiener spill - They changed the billboard up on Mt. Washington... We will see what Facebook has to say about It - Another historic weekend loss for the Pirates - We check in with the Pittsburgh police scanner to see what is going on in the city - Mikey has a cat update... - AI Ozzy at the Rod Stewart concert - Have any fun for the show show... Listen on iHeartRadio click the little mic and leave us a talkback messageSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Wien, die alte Kaiserstadt an der Donau, ist ein lebendiges Freilichtmuse-um. Neben Hofburg, Oper und Burgtheater steht hier der sogenannte Narrenturm. Dieses eindrucksvolle Bauwerk ist ein kreisrunder, fünfge-schossiger Turm mit meterdicken Mauern. 1784 unter Kaiser Joseph II. erbaut, beherbergte es einst das weltweit erste psychiatrische Kranken-haus - lange bevor Sigmund Freud praktizierte. Autor: Michael Marek

Austrians are reportedly among the happiest in bed – and possibly the most ghosted on Earth.In this solo episode, Jake dives deep into the wild world of dating, sex, and love in Austria. Reading from a chapter of Schau ma mal, he shares the juiciest, strangest, and most surprising insights from a month-long deep dive into dating apps, one-on-one interviews, and late-night chats with strangers. What do Austrians really want? How do they flirt? And why is no one texting back? The Wurst Guide - am worst day - Immer Montags - Immer deppat.Support usIhr könnt uns  finanziell unterstützen! Juhu!

Food receipt scam?; Loofah Code at The Villages in FLA; Car into buildings update; Zoo asks for donations of small animals to feed lions; Gary Busey is GUILTY!; Have you heard of Squonkapalooza?; Wiener spillage in PA.

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In der dritten Folge der Gabriel-Podcast-Diktatur (Jacob ist noch immer in Australien ☀️), wird's nostalgisch, wild und ein bisserl emotional. Gabriel hat sich Verstärkung von einem alten Bekannten geholt: Ilkcan Acar – sein früherer Podcast-Partner aus „Peace Joy and Pancakes“. Das heißt: Reden. Reden. Reden. Ohne Punkt und Komma.Zuerst geht's rein ins Gastro-Game – Ilkcan arbeitet in einem Szenelokal in Wien und bringt Insights aus der Gastro-Front mit:

On today's Episode Shanta Author Ben Wiener who is a Venture Capitalist and managing partner who shares H.E.A.R.T, if you are an Entrepreneur, Business owner or not, this is an Episode that will help those who have a big dream or a big idea and you are ready to Pitch the investor.  Ben also shares his experience when he was in a position to have to Pitch his ideas from an investor. Learn H.E.A.R.T  framework—the 5 essential elements of a pitch that mirrors how venture capitalists evaluate deals.Real startup struggles like entrepreneur stress, setbacks, how to overcome failure, and how to set up your startup for pitch success.The mindset shift founders must make to win investor trust.What actually happens when your pitch deck sounds smart—but not investable.Connect with Ben:Website: https://www.benwiener.net/Social Media: LinkedIn | XApple Podcasts | Spotify | Google Podcasts | Spreaker | Castbox and more. Connect with the host:Instagram: @AuthenticTalks2.0 Email: AuthenticShanta@gmail.com Website: www.AuthenticTalks2.com Facebook: AuthenticTalks2 Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/authentic-talks-2-0-with-shanta--4116672/support.

The California housing crisis is a disaster and an emergency. Housing construction per capita has steadily fallen in the last few decades, while home prices, rent, and homeless rates have all soared. By some estimates, the state is three million units short of housing demand—the equivalent of seven San Franciscos. One of the major barriers to building more housing has for decades been provisions in the California Environmental Quality Act. Signed by Gov. Ronald Reagan in the 1970s, the CEQA has been called "the law that ate California." It essentially allows anybody with a lawyer to stop any project they don't like, for any reason. But this week, Gov. Gavin Newsom signed two bills to defang the CEQA. Housing reform advocates are calling it one of the most important legislative breakthroughs in modern state history. It could make it easier to build downtown housing and other urban development projects such as health clinics and childcare facilities. As Newsom wrote, “I just enacted the most game-changing housing reforms in recent California history. We're urgently embracing an abundance agenda by tearing down the barriers that have delayed new affordable housing and infrastructure for decades." Assemblywoman Buffy Wicks wrote the bill to encourage more high-density housing projects, while State Senator Scott Wiener wrote the bill to exempt several types of projects from environmental review. Wicks and Wiener are today's guests. We talk about the long road to breakthrough, the art of political persuasion, and the future of abundance in California. If you have questions, observations, or ideas for future episodes, email us at PlainEnglish@Spotify.com. Host: Derek Thompson Guests: Buffy Wicks and Scott Weiner Producer: Devon Baroldi Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

F***CK! Ricky and Julian are still in jail, but Ricky has a hand-y escape plan! Bubs brings more bad new from the park, Ricky ponders marriage to a chatbot, and Julian has a business idea - but he's gonna need a raccoon costume. Plus: Imprisoned in Alligator Alcatraz? The Boys have some snake fighting tips!