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Let's talk some MURDER GYMNASTICS! With Mania now just a distant memory its time to focus on all the other WRESTLING ppvs that happened recently! We chat about AEW: Dynasty, WWE: Backlash ,TNA: Revolution, Rick Flair getting pizza, Tony Khan taking BUMPS and more!! Timecodes: 02:30 - Wrestling chat 43:54 - Tap Outs & Pushes 55:01 - Spotify poll results Alright let's do this! Spotify users don't forget to interact with the Podcast Q&A's and polls directly in your mobile app! Follow the pod @murdergymnasticspod on Instagram Reach Col @mister.meanie on Instagram Reach Paul @whyweseemoviespodcast on Instagram Research assistant & marketing by the amazing Margot Meanie

Alright, listen up you one lifespan, three dimensional, five sense skin puppets! We are back!!! Finally!!! Today on the show I will be talking with Zach Bennett. Wooooooo!! This guy is so funny and a great hang enjoy!! Streamed live on Mar 17, 2024 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2yjv7v-JCxo

RADIO RONIN IS BACK for your Monday!!!BRACKETS ARE OPEN!!!!  March Madness is underway!!!  Join the Radio Ronin Group!!! Prizes await!!! Listen to this episode for all the details!By popular demand, BASH MUSIC IS BACK this Saturday!!!!  WOOOOOOO!!!Gregg had something very scary that happened to him in the bathroom at work!!! NO, it wasn't paranormal, but it scared him to death!!!Shannon has really gotten into horror movies lately!  She found a brand new one over the weekend that she think you'll all love!!!Are you a Dune fan?  Chris is a HUGE Dune fan!!  He's read all the books like 20 times each!  He just saw Dune Part 2' and he's determined to get Chunga and Chandler into it!!Hey Happy St, Patrick's Day!!!  To honor the holiday, Gregg has a special Pattys Day movie SHOUT OUT!!!  Also, it's time for Your Really Stupid News!!! Listen NOW!!!!  It's on www.radioronin.com and everywhere you get your podcasts!!!!!

RADIO RONIN IS BACK for your Monday!!!BRACKETS ARE OPEN!!!!  March Madness is underway!!!  Join the Radio Ronin Group!!! Prizes await!!! Listen to this episode for all the details!By popular demand, BASH MUSIC IS BACK this Saturday!!!!  WOOOOOOO!!!Gregg had something very scary that happened to him in the bathroom at work!!! NO, it wasn't paranormal, but it scared him to death!!!Shannon has really gotten into horror movies lately!  She found a brand new one over the weekend that she think you'll all love!!!Are you a Dune fan?  Chris is a HUGE Dune fan!!  He's read all the books like 20 times each!  He just saw Dune Part 2' and he's determined to get Chunga and Chandler into it!!Hey Happy St, Patrick's Day!!!  To honor the holiday, Gregg has a special Pattys Day movie SHOUT OUT!!!  Also, it's time for Your Really Stupid News!!! Listen NOW!!!!  It's on www.radioronin.com and everywhere you get your podcasts!!!!!

Bickley and Marotta talk Suns, Cardinals, and Bickley Blasts on Suns.

[Lawsuit ] Slit your wrists, or keep sleeping in What's the difference? fat and lazy asshole Should have done what your mommy asked Before your pappy slapped her And she took a rifle to her head right after I'd call you a bastard, But you're up your dad's asshole And take after him: A wife beater [Lawsuit] Totinos pizza eating demon-needer Only go home to watch game of thrones Cause you like [lawsuit] Teeny weenie teens and tots A cradle robber, gnawing on ring pops But now you're out of options Cause you lost me, and I'm not God, But promise, She's watching me, And watching TV with your moms In her arms is phoenixx, And the price is right is on You don't believe me, I like these demons, They bow to me, now “CHURCH OF SATAN!” (Wooooooo!) Time heals all wounds, But not scars When I see stars, I shoot ‘em Time heals all wounds But not scars So when I see stars, I shoot em God gave me rainbows It was a hell of a rain tho MAYbe one day I'll make gold But right now I'm at cohens on 34th in Manhattan with my camera fascinated We commemorated the bravery and lost angles of New Yorks bravest Just trying get some change for laundry Selling my MPC across from AMC What the fuck ever an athiest is, Is crazy as shit Cause today, I was late — And hating myself for it But leaving the store at the perfect moment To see Magic is real A double rainbow over Manhattan Hugging a building I really wanted to throw myself off of It's awful, but i'm broke, homeless and have no love Oh my hoodness I kicked a chicken enchilada from pret In a split decision picked it up Thinkin it was a present But presently, I been pleasantly plump And in a second I can show you How I pump it up Like Skrillex's girlfriend did to her lips Mu got two shields ok Three if you count my har My glasses and my pants Make me unattractive to Manhattan men Meow Four if you count my black skin 5 if you count my OWSLA tattoo That's true I don't know what that has to do with it Age ain't nothing but a number And fuck ain't nothing but a cuss word And love ain't nothing but a cover For us doing Whatever we want And whatever we want Oh shit A hose on the sidewalk Between two traffic cones Reminds me we live in different worlds And in mine you're an idol And I'm suicidal just trying to decide If I should Wash my clothes Or shop at Whole Foods So I don't die of Microwave typhoid Just— Go with it. I wrote some, not tragedies. FLASH FLOOD WARNING: LOW LYING AREAS Manhattan, You low lying bastard You said you liked me So I would blow you Now I'm in a chokehold, Bold move It's so over Poke me a blow hole My echolocations suffocating me: Locations on so I don't get lost But still walking into crosswalks When busses are coming What's the point of living at all If I can't have a body And it's a long walk down the block To get my clothes washed At the laundromat That I can't afford Huh Am I wrong for wanting a home If I'm willing to work for it At lowes or home depo Where my boss Jose don't have a green card But his forefathers worked harder To cross over the border in flocks And send American dollars home And bought farms, And birthed beautiful daughters In our country With long hair Not corn rows Cause black is ugly If you're not beyoncè And there's only one lizzo That I know or Does that pic the picture correctly So have you moved out of the friend zone Not yet “Not yet” lol I'm working on it. The only way to move out of the friend zone Without losing it all Is to make your way to the best friend zone And make your love Before it gets old Cold, and lonely And you're the only one she talks to When her man won't Don't jump so high You can't come down I'm FBI You're just a sad clown Karmas comin around to bite your ass now But not mine White skin, blue eyes— Wow I should be jealous if that was the message But I'm proud The world's a stage, So lose your mind, It's lights out [when the lights to out I lose my] Psyche/ Nah, I'm a paycho I'm over it Like cheese is to nachos— I'm not-yo's! Woah. Finally. How long did that take Try to medicate me for bui-polar And life's over I'm out of my mind And out of time, which I control I told ya Why do white girls always want you to bow to em It's fucked up That's what blue eyes do Suck the life out you Like a vampire and succubbus fucked — 9 Republican for 5 bucks on pornhub The white supremacists run Where I'm from (But you're wife's dumb) Just how you like em To keep your machismo Ego nice and fluffed Whoops Times up Back to workin on my butt so someone can love me CUT What. What now. Just. So do it over. For what. That was perfect. It wasnt. It was. No, it wasn't. Keep rolling No cut Keep rolling I already stopped FUCK ITS BEEN A LONG NIGHT , DOUG WHAT. Who is this. I WANNA GO HOME. Honey, I'm broken Don't love me Really I'm just in it for the music Everybody wants something I want love But it's not for me It's for her I'm a performer Playing the love game But I chose fame Either way, it goes up in flames I'm sad I got tears in my eyes It's the music my my heart Wellin up from my Hunger An Empty stomach Next up: Whole Foods market What happened It cut off. What. Alright, I got 19 stops to talk to God Is that the Empire State Building Or is that the rock It's impossible not to Stop And wonder what the world wants from me— Gangatalkera cough as I walk the crosswalk I'm stuck on the cross in Catholicism For all time Awesome, isn't it? *coughs* Okay, Satan Stop chasin me First Time Becca Mancari (Same key as bridged by a light wave, by the way) It's been a long day, I forgot water, but luckily Stalked up, I can't turn it off, huh? Probably not a lot of plausible options I got 19 minutes To catch this bus From sutphin//archer I'm lost to all of it Don't talk to God much When it's after dark But I've got others callin — Long time since I called my mom (No contact order) You're botherin' me sir— Of course I'm waiting on the 40!!! My works never done or over I'm Immortal, Morty I came out a portal this morning Worrying about an apartment Another super God Complex These bars oughtta hit in a New York Accent only, Depending on the borough though Make euros and doors open Opportunity knockin but my earplugs stuffed in Stop talkin! I'm starving, just wanting A lover or Mormon to storm in; Inform me my callin I'm all in, yo I'm bored here Brother! Yeah. Don't do this often But it's poppin off, the cops are stopping With barkin dogs Got my hands up, But I'm lucky, they don't want me Got some coffee in my pocket from Robbin the market, But you called it, ya'll I'm Robin Hood But feeling good, I'm out the hood for once— From dawn to dusk, Don't look at me funny I don't do drugs I just want money I'm out of fucks But someone's got a lot of em I bough a plot a land and put McDonald's on it Gods talking over my recording, My multi sensory disorders forming Annoyances and disorganization of words, It's horrible, but I'm sure it's all for something Here it comes I'm pulling off again Lost in a borough that's suffering economically Capitol if Karma, I call it All the parked cars are fucked up Like I was from my ex husband Right— That's where I started: The sucker punch that created a monster And left us all hungry And wondering What comes for lunch But I'm fasting 11:11 at last, and My wish is for a salad, a hot shower Man, I'm just glad that I have them Cause there's been times I haven't and Can't live in the past, or go backwards But my last words if I have to have them Will probably be “Fuck the landlords, the dirty bastards Callin a bucket a half bathroom Mad that blacks have them at all Can't have equality for all Building a mall on the Grace of the fallen— A class act, But I'll remember that Stuff in a banana in my backpack I lack SNAP benefits, But immigrants got straight cash I paid my taxes So they can fuck like rabbits And throw trash on the ground Look around you: everything's brown And you're fighting to get out, But in a hour, you'll be in Manhattan Where mansions are 100 stories off the ground And this story's only glorified at all Cause Skrillex wrote it in a coma Then woke up — And all the songs you ever heard by em Were things I scribbled in my notebook, Ground em up into kibble and fed it to my dog, Who shit them out in my yard to feed the mushriooms you were chomping on When you discovered my podcast, Wow, It is cosmic I get lost when I been literally been a starving artist For this long, so fuck it! Doesn't matter what happens after The homeless shelter I was born in hell And guess what! I'm still here— I'll be in Heaven in a minute- I split dimensions in seconds Spinning into relevant sections of undiscovered realms of conciousness Just to write this shit Like I promised to Jesus, God, and the rest of the stars of my novel, before I got here But I'm not here I just fell into a coma I'll wake up in the wrong year Asking for a beer, Here on the 4th floor It's important you know What I'm dying for Ugh Not my bus Not my husband Not my Fuchs to give Not my lesson to stress on If you're wondering what's bugging me I don't know I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning Horny as fuck and hungry But cutting myself off From the only thing I love besides my son (It's sugar) Used to love music then got confused at how to do iits been way more than 19 minutes, by the way But i-d-k At least the rain went away?? —that's a stretch. What, it rhymes. It all kind of rhymes. Grimes. What. Nothin. I just wanna see your baby grown up. Lucky, you have a cool mom Mine's a God, but Younger I made her up to make me tougher But funny enough I'm still soft Like bread and butter Two things I don't eat anymore— Cause body dysmorphia A gift she gave me As a baby But maybe What made me a fine writer And when the tones right I'll get the limelight It's going to be a fine day When I hug my son again “It's going to be a fine night” When I find Sonny / sunni Pause That's my bus I better get on it Fuck Was it the rock all lit up In my favorite color ? It's been a long day But tomorrows longer Try to get up to get my stuff in order Nothings worth this sort of blood and gore I'm 2 in 3 Don't need four to even the score I'm getting poorer by the minute To my horror Money shorter than nails : stubs Turning a storm into maelstroms Stuff in my stomach with kale, yum I'm just trying to be your one and only But upon 30 learned that for males There's only never one So I been sticking up on the archetypes of an ideal husband father and lover The cosmic architect they call me I'm callin all the gods of love to want me So I can love before I'm 40 Give a man a family That was the plan after all Till disaster struck I call him star— Get it Star struck me so hard I saw stars Then thought I was one— But it turns out I'm the sun And when ours grows up I'll make sure he understands Why his mother's fucked up Or if I'm gone, He can listen to this song One More Time Ok , I'm done No you're not… …UGH. HEY, ARNOLD. WHAT. GET OVER HERE! Fuck, this job sucks. The education at PSwhatever Was not top notch. ORDER UP. At all. Alright, this goes to Long Island. LONG ISLAND. Yeah. Can we talk about that gas storms? No. And this one's going to far Rockaway FAR RICKAWAY?! Lol Okay, how to write this Did I stutter!

[Lawsuit ] Slit your wrists, or keep sleeping in What's the difference? fat and lazy asshole Should have done what your mommy asked Before your pappy slapped her And she took a rifle to her head right after I'd call you a bastard, But you're up your dad's asshole And take after him: A wife beater [Lawsuit] Totinos pizza eating demon-needer Only go home to watch game of thrones Cause you like [lawsuit] Teeny weenie teens and tots A cradle robber, gnawing on ring pops But now you're out of options Cause you lost me, and I'm not God, But promise, She's watching me, And watching TV with your moms In her arms is phoenixx, And the price is right is on You don't believe me, I like these demons, They bow to me, now “CHURCH OF SATAN!” (Wooooooo!) Time heals all wounds, But not scars When I see stars, I shoot ‘em Time heals all wounds But not scars So when I see stars, I shoot em God gave me rainbows It was a hell of a rain tho MAYbe one day I'll make gold But right now I'm at cohens on 34th in Manhattan with my camera fascinated We commemorated the bravery and lost angles of New Yorks bravest Just trying get some change for laundry Selling my MPC across from AMC What the fuck ever an athiest is, Is crazy as shit Cause today, I was late — And hating myself for it But leaving the store at the perfect moment To see Magic is real A double rainbow over Manhattan Hugging a building I really wanted to throw myself off of It's awful, but i'm broke, homeless and have no love Oh my hoodness I kicked a chicken enchilada from pret In a split decision picked it up Thinkin it was a present But presently, I been pleasantly plump And in a second I can show you How I pump it up Like Skrillex's girlfriend did to her lips Mu got two shields ok Three if you count my har My glasses and my pants Make me unattractive to Manhattan men Meow Four if you count my black skin 5 if you count my OWSLA tattoo That's true I don't know what that has to do with it Age ain't nothing but a number And fuck ain't nothing but a cuss word And love ain't nothing but a cover For us doing Whatever we want And whatever we want Oh shit A hose on the sidewalk Between two traffic cones Reminds me we live in different worlds And in mine you're an idol And I'm suicidal just trying to decide If I should Wash my clothes Or shop at Whole Foods So I don't die of Microwave typhoid Just— Go with it. I wrote some, not tragedies. FLASH FLOOD WARNING: LOW LYING AREAS Manhattan, You low lying bastard You said you liked me So I would blow you Now I'm in a chokehold, Bold move It's so over Poke me a blow hole My echolocations suffocating me: Locations on so I don't get lost But still walking into crosswalks When busses are coming What's the point of living at all If I can't have a body And it's a long walk down the block To get my clothes washed At the laundromat That I can't afford Huh Am I wrong for wanting a home If I'm willing to work for it At lowes or home depo Where my boss Jose don't have a green card But his forefathers worked harder To cross over the border in flocks And send American dollars home And bought farms, And birthed beautiful daughters In our country With long hair Not corn rows Cause black is ugly If you're not beyoncè And there's only one lizzo That I know or Does that pic the picture correctly So have you moved out of the friend zone Not yet “Not yet” lol I'm working on it. The only way to move out of the friend zone Without losing it all Is to make your way to the best friend zone And make your love Before it gets old Cold, and lonely And you're the only one she talks to When her man won't Don't jump so high You can't come down I'm FBI You're just a sad clown Karmas comin around to bite your ass now But not mine White skin, blue eyes— Wow I should be jealous if that was the message But I'm proud The world's a stage, So lose your mind, It's lights out [when the lights to out I lose my] Psyche/ Nah, I'm a paycho I'm over it Like cheese is to nachos— I'm not-yo's! Woah. Finally. How long did that take Try to medicate me for bui-polar And life's over I'm out of my mind And out of time, which I control I told ya Why do white girls always want you to bow to em It's fucked up That's what blue eyes do Suck the life out you Like a vampire and succubbus fucked — 9 Republican for 5 bucks on pornhub The white supremacists run Where I'm from (But you're wife's dumb) Just how you like em To keep your machismo Ego nice and fluffed Whoops Times up Back to workin on my butt so someone can love me CUT What. What now. Just. So do it over. For what. That was perfect. It wasnt. It was. No, it wasn't. Keep rolling No cut Keep rolling I already stopped FUCK ITS BEEN A LONG NIGHT , DOUG WHAT. Who is this. I WANNA GO HOME. Honey, I'm broken Don't love me Really I'm just in it for the music Everybody wants something I want love But it's not for me It's for her I'm a performer Playing the love game But I chose fame Either way, it goes up in flames I'm sad I got tears in my eyes It's the music my my heart Wellin up from my Hunger An Empty stomach Next up: Whole Foods market What happened It cut off. What. Alright, I got 19 stops to talk to God Is that the Empire State Building Or is that the rock It's impossible not to Stop And wonder what the world wants from me— Gangatalkera cough as I walk the crosswalk I'm stuck on the cross in Catholicism For all time Awesome, isn't it? *coughs* Okay, Satan Stop chasin me First Time Becca Mancari (Same key as bridged by a light wave, by the way) It's been a long day, I forgot water, but luckily Stalked up, I can't turn it off, huh? Probably not a lot of plausible options I got 19 minutes To catch this bus From sutphin//archer I'm lost to all of it Don't talk to God much When it's after dark But I've got others callin — Long time since I called my mom (No contact order) You're botherin' me sir— Of course I'm waiting on the 40!!! My works never done or over I'm Immortal, Morty I came out a portal this morning Worrying about an apartment Another super God Complex These bars oughtta hit in a New York Accent only, Depending on the borough though Make euros and doors open Opportunity knockin but my earplugs stuffed in Stop talkin! I'm starving, just wanting A lover or Mormon to storm in; Inform me my callin I'm all in, yo I'm bored here Brother! Yeah. Don't do this often But it's poppin off, the cops are stopping With barkin dogs Got my hands up, But I'm lucky, they don't want me Got some coffee in my pocket from Robbin the market, But you called it, ya'll I'm Robin Hood But feeling good, I'm out the hood for once— From dawn to dusk, Don't look at me funny I don't do drugs I just want money I'm out of fucks But someone's got a lot of em I bough a plot a land and put McDonald's on it Gods talking over my recording, My multi sensory disorders forming Annoyances and disorganization of words, It's horrible, but I'm sure it's all for something Here it comes I'm pulling off again Lost in a borough that's suffering economically Capitol if Karma, I call it All the parked cars are fucked up Like I was from my ex husband Right— That's where I started: The sucker punch that created a monster And left us all hungry And wondering What comes for lunch But I'm fasting 11:11 at last, and My wish is for a salad, a hot shower Man, I'm just glad that I have them Cause there's been times I haven't and Can't live in the past, or go backwards But my last words if I have to have them Will probably be “Fuck the landlords, the dirty bastards Callin a bucket a half bathroom Mad that blacks have them at all Can't have equality for all Building a mall on the Grace of the fallen— A class act, But I'll remember that Stuff in a banana in my backpack I lack SNAP benefits, But immigrants got straight cash I paid my taxes So they can fuck like rabbits And throw trash on the ground Look around you: everything's brown And you're fighting to get out, But in a hour, you'll be in Manhattan Where mansions are 100 stories off the ground And this story's only glorified at all Cause Skrillex wrote it in a coma Then woke up — And all the songs you ever heard by em Were things I scribbled in my notebook, Ground em up into kibble and fed it to my dog, Who shit them out in my yard to feed the mushriooms you were chomping on When you discovered my podcast, Wow, It is cosmic I get lost when I been literally been a starving artist For this long, so fuck it! Doesn't matter what happens after The homeless shelter I was born in hell And guess what! I'm still here— I'll be in Heaven in a minute- I split dimensions in seconds Spinning into relevant sections of undiscovered realms of conciousness Just to write this shit Like I promised to Jesus, God, and the rest of the stars of my novel, before I got here But I'm not here I just fell into a coma I'll wake up in the wrong year Asking for a beer, Here on the 4th floor It's important you know What I'm dying for Ugh Not my bus Not my husband Not my Fuchs to give Not my lesson to stress on If you're wondering what's bugging me I don't know I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning Horny as fuck and hungry But cutting myself off From the only thing I love besides my son (It's sugar) Used to love music then got confused at how to do iits been way more than 19 minutes, by the way But i-d-k At least the rain went away?? —that's a stretch. What, it rhymes. It all kind of rhymes. Grimes. What. Nothin. I just wanna see your baby grown up. Lucky, you have a cool mom Mine's a God, but Younger I made her up to make me tougher But funny enough I'm still soft Like bread and butter Two things I don't eat anymore— Cause body dysmorphia A gift she gave me As a baby But maybe What made me a fine writer And when the tones right I'll get the limelight It's going to be a fine day When I hug my son again “It's going to be a fine night” When I find Sonny / sunni Pause That's my bus I better get on it Fuck Was it the rock all lit up In my favorite color ? It's been a long day But tomorrows longer Try to get up to get my stuff in order Nothings worth this sort of blood and gore I'm 2 in 3 Don't need four to even the score I'm getting poorer by the minute To my horror Money shorter than nails : stubs Turning a storm into maelstroms Stuff in my stomach with kale, yum I'm just trying to be your one and only But upon 30 learned that for males There's only never one So I been sticking up on the archetypes of an ideal husband father and lover The cosmic architect they call me I'm callin all the gods of love to want me So I can love before I'm 40 Give a man a family That was the plan after all Till disaster struck I call him star— Get it Star struck me so hard I saw stars Then thought I was one— But it turns out I'm the sun And when ours grows up I'll make sure he understands Why his mother's fucked up Or if I'm gone, He can listen to this song One More Time Ok , I'm done No you're not… …UGH. HEY, ARNOLD. WHAT. GET OVER HERE! Fuck, this job sucks. The education at PSwhatever Was not top notch. ORDER UP. At all. Alright, this goes to Long Island. LONG ISLAND. Yeah. Can we talk about that gas storms? No. And this one's going to far Rockaway FAR RICKAWAY?! Lol Okay, how to write this Did I stutter!

[Lawsuit ] Slit your wrists, or keep sleeping in What's the difference? fat and lazy asshole Should have done what your mommy asked Before your pappy slapped her And she took a rifle to her head right after I'd call you a bastard, But you're up your dad's asshole And take after him: A wife beater [Lawsuit] Totinos pizza eating demon-needer Only go home to watch game of thrones Cause you like [lawsuit] Teeny weenie teens and tots A cradle robber, gnawing on ring pops But now you're out of options Cause you lost me, and I'm not God, But promise, She's watching me, And watching TV with your moms In her arms is phoenixx, And the price is right is on You don't believe me, I like these demons, They bow to me, now “CHURCH OF SATAN!” (Wooooooo!) Time heals all wounds, But not scars When I see stars, I shoot ‘em Time heals all wounds But not scars So when I see stars, I shoot em God gave me rainbows It was a hell of a rain tho MAYbe one day I'll make gold But right now I'm at cohens on 34th in Manhattan with my camera fascinated We commemorated the bravery and lost angles of New Yorks bravest Just trying get some change for laundry Selling my MPC across from AMC What the fuck ever an athiest is, Is crazy as shit Cause today, I was late — And hating myself for it But leaving the store at the perfect moment To see Magic is real A double rainbow over Manhattan Hugging a building I really wanted to throw myself off of It's awful, but i'm broke, homeless and have no love Oh my hoodness I kicked a chicken enchilada from pret In a split decision picked it up Thinkin it was a present But presently, I been pleasantly plump And in a second I can show you How I pump it up Like Skrillex's girlfriend did to her lips Mu got two shields ok Three if you count my har My glasses and my pants Make me unattractive to Manhattan men Meow Four if you count my black skin 5 if you count my OWSLA tattoo That's true I don't know what that has to do with it Age ain't nothing but a number And fuck ain't nothing but a cuss word And love ain't nothing but a cover For us doing Whatever we want And whatever we want Oh shit A hose on the sidewalk Between two traffic cones Reminds me we live in different worlds And in mine you're an idol And I'm suicidal just trying to decide If I should Wash my clothes Or shop at Whole Foods So I don't die of Microwave typhoid Just— Go with it. I wrote some, not tragedies. FLASH FLOOD WARNING: LOW LYING AREAS Manhattan, You low lying bastard You said you liked me So I would blow you Now I'm in a chokehold, Bold move It's so over Poke me a blow hole My echolocations suffocating me: Locations on so I don't get lost But still walking into crosswalks When busses are coming What's the point of living at all If I can't have a body And it's a long walk down the block To get my clothes washed At the laundromat That I can't afford Huh Am I wrong for wanting a home If I'm willing to work for it At lowes or home depo Where my boss Jose don't have a green card But his forefathers worked harder To cross over the border in flocks And send American dollars home And bought farms, And birthed beautiful daughters In our country With long hair Not corn rows Cause black is ugly If you're not beyoncè And there's only one lizzo That I know or Does that pic the picture correctly So have you moved out of the friend zone Not yet “Not yet” lol I'm working on it. The only way to move out of the friend zone Without losing it all Is to make your way to the best friend zone And make your love Before it gets old Cold, and lonely And you're the only one she talks to When her man won't Don't jump so high You can't come down I'm FBI You're just a sad clown Karmas comin around to bite your ass now But not mine White skin, blue eyes— Wow I should be jealous if that was the message But I'm proud The world's a stage, So lose your mind, It's lights out [when the lights to out I lose my] Psyche/ Nah, I'm a paycho I'm over it Like cheese is to nachos— I'm not-yo's! Woah. Finally. How long did that take Try to medicate me for bui-polar And life's over I'm out of my mind And out of time, which I control I told ya Why do white girls always want you to bow to em It's fucked up That's what blue eyes do Suck the life out you Like a vampire and succubbus fucked — 9 Republican for 5 bucks on pornhub The white supremacists run Where I'm from (But you're wife's dumb) Just how you like em To keep your machismo Ego nice and fluffed Whoops Times up Back to workin on my butt so someone can love me CUT What. What now. Just. So do it over. For what. That was perfect. It wasnt. It was. No, it wasn't. Keep rolling No cut Keep rolling I already stopped FUCK ITS BEEN A LONG NIGHT , DOUG WHAT. Who is this. I WANNA GO HOME. Honey, I'm broken Don't love me Really I'm just in it for the music Everybody wants something I want love But it's not for me It's for her I'm a performer Playing the love game But I chose fame Either way, it goes up in flames I'm sad I got tears in my eyes It's the music my my heart Wellin up from my Hunger An Empty stomach Next up: Whole Foods market What happened It cut off. What. Alright, I got 19 stops to talk to God Is that the Empire State Building Or is that the rock It's impossible not to Stop And wonder what the world wants from me— Gangatalkera cough as I walk the crosswalk I'm stuck on the cross in Catholicism For all time Awesome, isn't it? *coughs* Okay, Satan Stop chasin me First Time Becca Mancari (Same key as bridged by a light wave, by the way) It's been a long day, I forgot water, but luckily Stalked up, I can't turn it off, huh? Probably not a lot of plausible options I got 19 minutes To catch this bus From sutphin//archer I'm lost to all of it Don't talk to God much When it's after dark But I've got others callin — Long time since I called my mom (No contact order) You're botherin' me sir— Of course I'm waiting on the 40!!! My works never done or over I'm Immortal, Morty I came out a portal this morning Worrying about an apartment Another super God Complex These bars oughtta hit in a New York Accent only, Depending on the borough though Make euros and doors open Opportunity knockin but my earplugs stuffed in Stop talkin! I'm starving, just wanting A lover or Mormon to storm in; Inform me my callin I'm all in, yo I'm bored here Brother! Yeah. Don't do this often But it's poppin off, the cops are stopping With barkin dogs Got my hands up, But I'm lucky, they don't want me Got some coffee in my pocket from Robbin the market, But you called it, ya'll I'm Robin Hood But feeling good, I'm out the hood for once— From dawn to dusk, Don't look at me funny I don't do drugs I just want money I'm out of fucks But someone's got a lot of em I bough a plot a land and put McDonald's on it Gods talking over my recording, My multi sensory disorders forming Annoyances and disorganization of words, It's horrible, but I'm sure it's all for something Here it comes I'm pulling off again Lost in a borough that's suffering economically Capitol if Karma, I call it All the parked cars are fucked up Like I was from my ex husband Right— That's where I started: The sucker punch that created a monster And left us all hungry And wondering What comes for lunch But I'm fasting 11:11 at last, and My wish is for a salad, a hot shower Man, I'm just glad that I have them Cause there's been times I haven't and Can't live in the past, or go backwards But my last words if I have to have them Will probably be “Fuck the landlords, the dirty bastards Callin a bucket a half bathroom Mad that blacks have them at all Can't have equality for all Building a mall on the Grace of the fallen— A class act, But I'll remember that Stuff in a banana in my backpack I lack SNAP benefits, But immigrants got straight cash I paid my taxes So they can fuck like rabbits And throw trash on the ground Look around you: everything's brown And you're fighting to get out, But in a hour, you'll be in Manhattan Where mansions are 100 stories off the ground And this story's only glorified at all Cause Skrillex wrote it in a coma Then woke up — And all the songs you ever heard by em Were things I scribbled in my notebook, Ground em up into kibble and fed it to my dog, Who shit them out in my yard to feed the mushriooms you were chomping on When you discovered my podcast, Wow, It is cosmic I get lost when I been literally been a starving artist For this long, so fuck it! Doesn't matter what happens after The homeless shelter I was born in hell And guess what! I'm still here— I'll be in Heaven in a minute- I split dimensions in seconds Spinning into relevant sections of undiscovered realms of conciousness Just to write this shit Like I promised to Jesus, God, and the rest of the stars of my novel, before I got here But I'm not here I just fell into a coma I'll wake up in the wrong year Asking for a beer, Here on the 4th floor It's important you know What I'm dying for Ugh Not my bus Not my husband Not my Fuchs to give Not my lesson to stress on If you're wondering what's bugging me I don't know I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning Horny as fuck and hungry But cutting myself off From the only thing I love besides my son (It's sugar) Used to love music then got confused at how to do iits been way more than 19 minutes, by the way But i-d-k At least the rain went away?? —that's a stretch. What, it rhymes. It all kind of rhymes. Grimes. What. Nothin. I just wanna see your baby grown up. Lucky, you have a cool mom Mine's a God, but Younger I made her up to make me tougher But funny enough I'm still soft Like bread and butter Two things I don't eat anymore— Cause body dysmorphia A gift she gave me As a baby But maybe What made me a fine writer And when the tones right I'll get the limelight It's going to be a fine day When I hug my son again “It's going to be a fine night” When I find Sonny / sunni Pause That's my bus I better get on it Fuck Was it the rock all lit up In my favorite color ? It's been a long day But tomorrows longer Try to get up to get my stuff in order Nothings worth this sort of blood and gore I'm 2 in 3 Don't need four to even the score I'm getting poorer by the minute To my horror Money shorter than nails : stubs Turning a storm into maelstroms Stuff in my stomach with kale, yum I'm just trying to be your one and only But upon 30 learned that for males There's only never one So I been sticking up on the archetypes of an ideal husband father and lover The cosmic architect they call me I'm callin all the gods of love to want me So I can love before I'm 40 Give a man a family That was the plan after all Till disaster struck I call him star— Get it Star struck me so hard I saw stars Then thought I was one— But it turns out I'm the sun And when ours grows up I'll make sure he understands Why his mother's fucked up Or if I'm gone, He can listen to this song One More Time Ok , I'm done No you're not… …UGH. HEY, ARNOLD. WHAT. GET OVER HERE! Fuck, this job sucks. The education at PSwhatever Was not top notch. ORDER UP. At all. Alright, this goes to Long Island. LONG ISLAND. Yeah. Can we talk about that gas storms? No. And this one's going to far Rockaway FAR RICKAWAY?! Lol Okay, how to write this Did I stutter!

[Lawsuit ] Slit your wrists, or keep sleeping in What's the difference? fat and lazy asshole Should have done what your mommy asked Before your pappy slapped her And she took a rifle to her head right after I'd call you a bastard, But you're up your dad's asshole And take after him: A wife beater [Lawsuit] Totinos pizza eating demon-needer Only go home to watch game of thrones Cause you like [lawsuit] Teeny weenie teens and tots A cradle robber, gnawing on ring pops But now you're out of options Cause you lost me, and I'm not God, But promise, She's watching me, And watching TV with your moms In her arms is phoenixx, And the price is right is on You don't believe me, I like these demons, They bow to me, now “CHURCH OF SATAN!” (Wooooooo!) Time heals all wounds, But not scars When I see stars, I shoot ‘em Time heals all wounds But not scars So when I see stars, I shoot em God gave me rainbows It was a hell of a rain tho MAYbe one day I'll make gold But right now I'm at cohens on 34th in Manhattan with my camera fascinated We commemorated the bravery and lost angles of New Yorks bravest Just trying get some change for laundry Selling my MPC across from AMC What the fuck ever an athiest is, Is crazy as shit Cause today, I was late — And hating myself for it But leaving the store at the perfect moment To see Magic is real A double rainbow over Manhattan Hugging a building I really wanted to throw myself off of It's awful, but i'm broke, homeless and have no love Oh my hoodness I kicked a chicken enchilada from pret In a split decision picked it up Thinkin it was a present But presently, I been pleasantly plump And in a second I can show you How I pump it up Like Skrillex's girlfriend did to her lips Mu got two shields ok Three if you count my har My glasses and my pants Make me unattractive to Manhattan men Meow Four if you count my black skin 5 if you count my OWSLA tattoo That's true I don't know what that has to do with it Age ain't nothing but a number And fuck ain't nothing but a cuss word And love ain't nothing but a cover For us doing Whatever we want And whatever we want Oh shit A hose on the sidewalk Between two traffic cones Reminds me we live in different worlds And in mine you're an idol And I'm suicidal just trying to decide If I should Wash my clothes Or shop at Whole Foods So I don't die of Microwave typhoid Just— Go with it. I wrote some, not tragedies. FLASH FLOOD WARNING: LOW LYING AREAS Manhattan, You low lying bastard You said you liked me So I would blow you Now I'm in a chokehold, Bold move It's so over Poke me a blow hole My echolocations suffocating me: Locations on so I don't get lost But still walking into crosswalks When busses are coming What's the point of living at all If I can't have a body And it's a long walk down the block To get my clothes washed At the laundromat That I can't afford Huh Am I wrong for wanting a home If I'm willing to work for it At lowes or home depo Where my boss Jose don't have a green card But his forefathers worked harder To cross over the border in flocks And send American dollars home And bought farms, And birthed beautiful daughters In our country With long hair Not corn rows Cause black is ugly If you're not beyoncè And there's only one lizzo That I know or Does that pic the picture correctly So have you moved out of the friend zone Not yet “Not yet” lol I'm working on it. The only way to move out of the friend zone Without losing it all Is to make your way to the best friend zone And make your love Before it gets old Cold, and lonely And you're the only one she talks to When her man won't Don't jump so high You can't come down I'm FBI You're just a sad clown Karmas comin around to bite your ass now But not mine White skin, blue eyes— Wow I should be jealous if that was the message But I'm proud The world's a stage, So lose your mind, It's lights out [when the lights to out I lose my] Psyche/ Nah, I'm a paycho I'm over it Like cheese is to nachos— I'm not-yo's! Woah. Finally. How long did that take Try to medicate me for bui-polar And life's over I'm out of my mind And out of time, which I control I told ya Why do white girls always want you to bow to em It's fucked up That's what blue eyes do Suck the life out you Like a vampire and succubbus fucked — 9 Republican for 5 bucks on pornhub The white supremacists run Where I'm from (But you're wife's dumb) Just how you like em To keep your machismo Ego nice and fluffed Whoops Times up Back to workin on my butt so someone can love me CUT What. What now. Just. So do it over. For what. That was perfect. It wasnt. It was. No, it wasn't. Keep rolling No cut Keep rolling I already stopped FUCK ITS BEEN A LONG NIGHT , DOUG WHAT. Who is this. I WANNA GO HOME. Honey, I'm broken Don't love me Really I'm just in it for the music Everybody wants something I want love But it's not for me It's for her I'm a performer Playing the love game But I chose fame Either way, it goes up in flames I'm sad I got tears in my eyes It's the music my my heart Wellin up from my Hunger An Empty stomach Next up: Whole Foods market What happened It cut off. What. Alright, I got 19 stops to talk to God Is that the Empire State Building Or is that the rock It's impossible not to Stop And wonder what the world wants from me— Gangatalkera cough as I walk the crosswalk I'm stuck on the cross in Catholicism For all time Awesome, isn't it? *coughs* Okay, Satan Stop chasin me First Time Becca Mancari (Same key as bridged by a light wave, by the way) It's been a long day, I forgot water, but luckily Stalked up, I can't turn it off, huh? Probably not a lot of plausible options I got 19 minutes To catch this bus From sutphin//archer I'm lost to all of it Don't talk to God much When it's after dark But I've got others callin — Long time since I called my mom (No contact order) You're botherin' me sir— Of course I'm waiting on the 40!!! My works never done or over I'm Immortal, Morty I came out a portal this morning Worrying about an apartment Another super God Complex These bars oughtta hit in a New York Accent only, Depending on the borough though Make euros and doors open Opportunity knockin but my earplugs stuffed in Stop talkin! I'm starving, just wanting A lover or Mormon to storm in; Inform me my callin I'm all in, yo I'm bored here Brother! Yeah. Don't do this often But it's poppin off, the cops are stopping With barkin dogs Got my hands up, But I'm lucky, they don't want me Got some coffee in my pocket from Robbin the market, But you called it, ya'll I'm Robin Hood But feeling good, I'm out the hood for once— From dawn to dusk, Don't look at me funny I don't do drugs I just want money I'm out of fucks But someone's got a lot of em I bough a plot a land and put McDonald's on it Gods talking over my recording, My multi sensory disorders forming Annoyances and disorganization of words, It's horrible, but I'm sure it's all for something Here it comes I'm pulling off again Lost in a borough that's suffering economically Capitol if Karma, I call it All the parked cars are fucked up Like I was from my ex husband Right— That's where I started: The sucker punch that created a monster And left us all hungry And wondering What comes for lunch But I'm fasting 11:11 at last, and My wish is for a salad, a hot shower Man, I'm just glad that I have them Cause there's been times I haven't and Can't live in the past, or go backwards But my last words if I have to have them Will probably be “Fuck the landlords, the dirty bastards Callin a bucket a half bathroom Mad that blacks have them at all Can't have equality for all Building a mall on the Grace of the fallen— A class act, But I'll remember that Stuff in a banana in my backpack I lack SNAP benefits, But immigrants got straight cash I paid my taxes So they can fuck like rabbits And throw trash on the ground Look around you: everything's brown And you're fighting to get out, But in a hour, you'll be in Manhattan Where mansions are 100 stories off the ground And this story's only glorified at all Cause Skrillex wrote it in a coma Then woke up — And all the songs you ever heard by em Were things I scribbled in my notebook, Ground em up into kibble and fed it to my dog, Who shit them out in my yard to feed the mushriooms you were chomping on When you discovered my podcast, Wow, It is cosmic I get lost when I been literally been a starving artist For this long, so fuck it! Doesn't matter what happens after The homeless shelter I was born in hell And guess what! I'm still here— I'll be in Heaven in a minute- I split dimensions in seconds Spinning into relevant sections of undiscovered realms of conciousness Just to write this shit Like I promised to Jesus, God, and the rest of the stars of my novel, before I got here But I'm not here I just fell into a coma I'll wake up in the wrong year Asking for a beer, Here on the 4th floor It's important you know What I'm dying for Ugh Not my bus Not my husband Not my Fuchs to give Not my lesson to stress on If you're wondering what's bugging me I don't know I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning Horny as fuck and hungry But cutting myself off From the only thing I love besides my son (It's sugar) Used to love music then got confused at how to do iits been way more than 19 minutes, by the way But i-d-k At least the rain went away?? —that's a stretch. What, it rhymes. It all kind of rhymes. Grimes. What. Nothin. I just wanna see your baby grown up. Lucky, you have a cool mom Mine's a God, but Younger I made her up to make me tougher But funny enough I'm still soft Like bread and butter Two things I don't eat anymore— Cause body dysmorphia A gift she gave me As a baby But maybe What made me a fine writer And when the tones right I'll get the limelight It's going to be a fine day When I hug my son again “It's going to be a fine night” When I find Sonny / sunni Pause That's my bus I better get on it Fuck Was it the rock all lit up In my favorite color ? It's been a long day But tomorrows longer Try to get up to get my stuff in order Nothings worth this sort of blood and gore I'm 2 in 3 Don't need four to even the score I'm getting poorer by the minute To my horror Money shorter than nails : stubs Turning a storm into maelstroms Stuff in my stomach with kale, yum I'm just trying to be your one and only But upon 30 learned that for males There's only never one So I been sticking up on the archetypes of an ideal husband father and lover The cosmic architect they call me I'm callin all the gods of love to want me So I can love before I'm 40 Give a man a family That was the plan after all Till disaster struck I call him star— Get it Star struck me so hard I saw stars Then thought I was one— But it turns out I'm the sun And when ours grows up I'll make sure he understands Why his mother's fucked up Or if I'm gone, He can listen to this song One More Time Ok , I'm done No you're not… …UGH. HEY, ARNOLD. WHAT. GET OVER HERE! Fuck, this job sucks. The education at PSwhatever Was not top notch. ORDER UP. At all. Alright, this goes to Long Island. LONG ISLAND. Yeah. Can we talk about that gas storms? No. And this one's going to far Rockaway FAR RICKAWAY?! Lol Okay, how to write this Did I stutter!

What's your most loved and least favorite song on Little Richard's debut album, 1957's Here's Little Richard?! We finally delve into the 1950s by talking about the oldest album we've ranked yet. Adam repeatedly circles back to himself, talking about his short European tour with the red-hot Little Richards and interviews two of its main creators: Sparkle Gail Higgins, longtime London/NY/California vintage clothing queen and Heartbreakers road manager who named her San Diego store the Girl Can't Help It and her friend Robert Lopez (El Vez), who started the wild allstar act to play at her store. Listen at WeWillRankYouPod.com, Apple, Spotify and your favorite piano store.  Follow us and weigh in with your favorites on Facebook, Instagram & Threads and Twitter @wewillrankyoupod . Architect of Rock and Roll, Attitude, A-WOOOOOOO, a-wop-bop-a-loo-mop-a-lop-bam-boom, Baby, the beat, the beat, the beat, the Beatles, Pat Boone, Can't Believe You Wanna Leave, choreography, El Vez, energy, the Girl Can't Help It, Good Golly Miss Molly, the Heartbreakers, Sparkle Gail Higgins,  Benny Hill, Jenny, Jenny, Little Adam, Little Richard, Little Robert, the Little Richards, Long Tall Sally, Robert Lopez, Lucille, Dean Martin, Paul McCartney, Miss Ann, my band, my band, my band, Oh Why?, Richard Penniman, piano, Elvis Presley, Ready Teddy, Rip It Up, rock and roll, Rubber Duckie, saxophone solo, She's Got It, shut up, Slippin' and Slidin', Trio, True, Fine Mama, Tutti Frutti, 1957. US: http://www.WeWillRankYouPod.com wewillrankyoupod@gmail.comhttp://www.facebook.com/WeWillRankYouPodhttp://www.instagram.com/WeWillRankYouPodhttps://www.threads.net/@WeWillRankYouPod http://www.twitter.com/WeWillRankYouPo http://www.YourOlderBrother.com (Sam's music page) http://www.YerDoinGreat.com (Adam's music page)https://open.spotify.com/user/dancecarbuzz (Dan's playlists)

It's not about getting anything. It's not even about giving anything. What is life about?.... the answer is inside... this episode! Wooooooo and it's not even 42 today."Everything is right the way it is right now," is a quote by Jared, who texted that to me one night.Music by Oleksii Kaplunskyi from Pixabay Participate in the 100 Ways Community: Email Me: https://laurachristine.us/contact or LC@laurachristine.us Support our show: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/100waysBook a session: https://buymeacoffee.com/100ways/commissions Facebook: https://facebook.com/laurachristine808Instagram: https://instagram.com/100wayspodcast

On this episode of ONW, Jay and Matthew meander through today's wrestling landscape as they give their AEW Full Gear reviews and Survivor Series Predictions. The good brothers also discuss how important it is that everyone should be praying for Drew McIntyre but (and we can't stress this enough) not clicking on any links he sends your way.  WOOOOOOO! Ohnowrestling.com Patreon.com/onrs facebook.com/groups/ohnowrestling

Welcome to Season 5 of Dragonfly Tales, a story podcast for children (and grown ups) of all ages.It's our Halloween Special!!!!!!   Wooooooo!   You know we LOVE this time of year!As with our previous Halloween shows, Leo and Emily will do something that's not too scary.  And then Emily will tell one that is a bit more scaryWe also have the return of LISTENERS SPOOKY JOKES!  Check out how freakishly funny these folks are!!!!Leo came up with the idea of something witchy - and you can't get more witchy than the three weird sisters from William Shakespeare's play 'Macbeth'.  In the 16th and 17th century, people really believed in evil witches who could curse you and control your fate.  If you'd like to know more about the play and the weird sisters you can do so HERE.  Emily's  story is from Brittany in France.  Its based on an old tale about the supernatural creature - the Werewolf, but we've changed it somewhat and given it a Feminine twist.  You can find out more about werewolves  HERE. If you would like a SHOUT OUT, or to tell a tale on the podcast, the best thing to do is join the Dragonfly Tales story chat on Facebook.  However, if you don't use Facebook, you can email us at emilydragonflytales@gmail.com and we will try our best to give you a shout out.And If you would like to donate a little something towards our podcast, we would be so grateful.  You can donate to Dragonfly Tales Podcast by clicking here: DONATEYou can follow us on:Facebook  InstagramTwitterThanks for listening! Theme Music by Leo Grazebrook on GarageBandStorytelling, songs and music by Dragonfly Tales'Double Double' from Macbeth by William ShakespeareProduced by Andy GrazebrookArt by Light Creative

This week the Puppet Masters of None continue their discussion of spooky-scary kids movies with the 1990 Jim Henson fantasy film, The Witches. From the mind of master storyteller, Roald Dahl , this truly terrifying tale of a boy battling the Grand High Witch has been the fuel of nightmares for generations of children.  Often considered to be Henson's last film, find out more about the production of the movie, its puppetry, and of course, where we place it on both the space to carol spectrum and the spooky scale. WooOOOoo.

Take control of your finances today! Go to RocketMoney.com/EMOTIONAL to get started.today, we're talking about weirdos on the internet, never having been in a serious relationship, boyfriends vs. best friends, and remaining friends with someone you used to date/hook up with! let's get into ittttttt WOOOOOOO

WOOOOOOO boy. Where do we start with this one? Unless you're living on the moon, you have *feelings* about what generative AI tools mean for your business, livelihood, and craft. In this episode, we explore our thoughts and feelings on AI and offer some ideas on how we can rise to the occasion in the new world of robot writers.This season of Freelance Writing Coach was generously sponsored by Automatic Evergreen (yourweekly.email), B2B Writing Institute (https://b2bwritinginstitute.com/), Growthtrackers (https://supereasydigital.com/growthtrackers), and Ivy Magic (https://thativymagic.com/).

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ROAD TRIIIIIP! WOOOOOOO!!! Als Bart gezwungen ist, einen Tag auf der Führerscheinstelle zu verbringen, macht er das beste daraus und fälscht sich einen Führerschein. Schnell schnappt er sich Milhouse, Nelson und Martin, und schon kann's losgehen! Das Ziel: Die Weltausstellung in Knoxville, Tennessee. Wer schon immer mal wissen wollte, wie ein Roadtrip unter 4 naiven Zehnjährigen aussehen würde, der wird diese Folge lieben! Viel Spaß und Vielen Dank an Markus für den Folgenwunsch!

This morning, Austin and Kyle heard some distributing food opinions, reacted to weird injuries and gave away tickets to Country Thunder!

DROP THE KIDS OFF FIRST EPISODE******HEADPHONES IN EPISODE*****.When I started Cozy Womb podcast it was a vent session for me on my way to work, stealing hours away from my children. This week it was mandatory in the office days, I remembered days where I felt discouraged. I wanted to spread some encouragement, I hope you guys have a prosperous week see you on Monday..Today, Anya asked me if I was ready to have her when I got pregnant... Wooooooo weeeee these kids smart. I love our relationship..#talktoyourkidsSupport this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/cozy-womb/exclusive-contentAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

Join us this week for our last episode of 2022!! Omg!! Where did the year go? We're sharing some of our funniest babybrain memories from the year and doing a recap on the year that was. Hannah has some very hilarious and very embarrassing stories from the Podcast Awards. Not sure if everyone is aware that we won a podcast award this year? Our million instagram stories and posts may have given it away

WOOOOOOO!!! Wow, if you folks could see the look on my face the whole time I was talking with Scotta, you would know what a special person she is! Dr. Scotta Morton helps people actualize and fully express their best selves, in and out of the performance environment. Scotta played Division I basketball in Montana where she was first introduced to the world of mental performance and quicky realized her calling.   In our society today, we are conditioned to believe that our worth is defined by things outside of us – including outcomes/results and approval from others. Her goal is to help people realize that their identity is found in who they BECOME during their pursuit of their best selves rather than external accomplishments and accolades.   Throughout the episode there are a TON of mindblow moments, but one of the biggest was her philosophy when it comes to mental performance… “Mental performance coaching is not a “fix it” model, it's a “BUILD IT” model. Scotta is committed to building personal resources and skills within her clients now, so they don't have to fix it later.   Dr. Morton founded Go For It Coaching, LLC with the intention to enhance mindset, motivation, focus and resiliency. Her team creates a safe space for clients to identify who they are, what they stand for, the stuff that gets in their way, and ultimately, discover what they long for in their relationship with what they do. So what are you waiting for?? Press play!!   You can connect with Scotta through her website: goforitmpc.com Instagram: @goforitmpc Twitter: @Scotta_Lyn

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Welcome to Season 4 of Dragonfly Tales, a story podcast for children (and grown ups) of all ages.It's our Halloween Special!!!!!!   Wooooooo!   And we have some treats in store for you – or are they tricks?As with our previous Halloween shows, Leo is going to tell a story that's not too scary.  And I'll tell one that is a bit more scaryWe also thought we would tickle your funny bone with some spooky Halloween jokes from our listeners!  Huge thanks to Marcus Zoe, George, Sharon, Mila, Tom, Will and Jakey!!Leo's story is a ghost story from England.   You can find this story and lots more like it in this excellent book by Margaret Read MacDonald 'When the Lights Go Out!' Emily's  story is from Norway.  And many people believe the story is true.  There is a lake in Norway called Whale lake Because in this lake have been discovered the huge bones of what was once a mighty whale that terrorized the fjords and seas around Norway and greenland Hundreds of years ago, sailors would hunt wales for their blubber.  They would melt the blubber down into oil that was then used for street lights, cosmetics and explosives.  Whale hunting was incredibly dangerous and there are lots of songs about about it – as sailors would spend very long times at sea, making up stories, singing songs and crafting.  You can find out more about it HERE.If you would like to tell a tale or get a SHOUT OUT this season, then you can get in touch with us HERE or in our Dragonfly Tales Podcast Group, telling us your first name, your age and your town.And if you like our podcast, please leave us a review (Apple is great).If you would like to donate a little something towards our podcast, we would be so grateful.  You can donate to Dragonfly Tales Podcast by clicking here: DONATEYou may start to hear some adverts on our podcast.  We know this can be annoying, but it really helps to keep us going.  We will always try to choose adverts that we feel are appropriate for our content.You can also follow us on:InstagramFacebook andTwitterThanks for listening! Theme Music by Leo Grazebrook on GarageBandStorytelling and singing by Emily Hanna-Grazebrook and Leo at Dragonfly TalesProduced by Andy GrazebrookArt by Light CreativeSound effects by Zapsplat

Join Nando T and fellow Funkaholik Sal in todays episode where they talk Ric Flairs last match!!! This event was one to remember and not in a good way as Nando T expresses his feelings and stress during this match, they get into the rest of the card, match of the night and some sleeper matches we did not expect would steal the show......Ric Flair obviously stole it but not in the way we wanted and the news from him days later after his match are head scratchers for sure!!! Sit back and Wooooooo with the Funkaholiks in this emotional roller coaster of an episode!!! CHEERS!!!Remember to use FUNKAHOLIKS POD at check out on Popl.com for a 20% discount......Popl takes care of all your brand needs!!!

I still make mistakes that I learn from, and if you don't admit that, you're lying. ~ Jennifer Lynn Robinson This summer has been all about mental health and action here at Brilliantly Resilient. This week, we're going to celebrate one of the most courageous, smartest, chicest women we know--our friend Jennifer Lynn Robinson, a.k.a. Mrs. Classic Universe 2022-2023!!! Wooooooo!!!! Jennifer Lynn Robinson had an amazing career, bright future--life looked limitless. Until a devastating accident took it all away. But Jennifer fought her way back with fierce determination, unafraid to make mistakes to grow and learn. An example to us all in Resilience, Jennifer has led FemCity Philadelphia, is the founder of Purposeful Networking, is now teaching at Penn, and has just won the Mrs. Classic Universe crown!!! Brilliance found and shared after tragedy. We're proud to call Jennifer friend and are beyond excited about her glitzy, glam crown--shouldn't every woman be photographed in a tiara? Tune in as we bring back one of our favorite episodes, and congratulations, Jennifer; we're so proud of you! Let's be Brilliantly Resilient together!! XO, KS & MFB

On Episode 74 of the #WellsManiaPodcast, co-host Payton Payne and TKW are joined via the WellsMania Hotline by #WWE Human Encyclopedia Jarred Giles to talk about #RicFlairsLastMatch. Poundtown USA G.G. Jacobs joins via the WellsMania Hotline to talk about his upcoming matches this weekend...Ouu! Plus...#WWTShowcase 43 breakdown and Toys R Us is coming back!!! WellsMania Podcast is sponsored by the Wild Beaver Saloon aka The Best Dam Karaoke Bar In America! And Toys Galore & More! Enjoy! Stay positive, RUN WILD, and dominate the day!

EXTREMELY busy this week. Lots going on. We recapped Big Bikes for Little Tikes on Monday morning, and we also got to the "Monday Morning Throwback", and tried to determine what is considered "walking distance". Did you know that the average American gets 26 spam calls & 11 spam texts EVERY week? We didn't know it was that high. We talked about Amber Heard blaming Johnny Depp's dog for shitting the bed, and news dropped this week that Ric Flair would be wrestling in his final match later this summer. WOOOOOOO! Plus, an interesting discussion about things that are considered "traditionally masculine" that men actually can't stand. Brian talked about his Vanilla Ice dollar, even though nobody cared, and Shaw aced this week's "You're killin' me, Shaws". What job would you give your clone if you had one? We asked that question this week...and we gave you a list of three things to do in & around La Crosse this weekend! See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Wooooooo! Joe continues to push and prod Mark about moving to Astoria as Mark recounts his time at Netflix is a Joke Fest - performing at the Greek with Bert Kreischer, going to Dave Chappelle's afterparty, and running in late to his headlining set at the Paramount! Sponsors: - Support the show and get 10% off your first month of online therapy at https://BetterHelp.com/Tuesdays - Head to https://policygenius.com/TUESDAYS to get your free life insurance quotes and see how much you could save. - Support the show and get 25% off anything you order at https://LiquidIV.com with promo code: TUESDAYS - Support the show, quit smoking naturally with Füm, AND save 10% by using code TUESDAYS at https://www.breathefum.com/TUESDAYS Subscribe to our Patreon for full video of the show A WEEK EARLY, WEEKLY bonus stuff, and more! www.patreon.com/tuesdays Subscribe to our YouTube channel here: https://youtube.com/c/TuesdayswithStories SUBSCRIBE: https://bit.ly/2ABEe1w

Mike Brey is right about NIL deals: adapt or die. The NFL continues to make the shuffling of paper into appointment television. The Bears schedule leaked. It’s going to be a looooooong year in Chicago. Get these

(clap clap WOOOOOOO) my guest is tyler from the inner idiot podcast we get into the nuts and bolts of his grooming habits, his podcast, and top five things to get rid of this dude is cool af music ric flair-mike hardy no rest for the wicked-cage the elephant

Mike Brey is right about NIL deals: adapt or die. The NFL continues to make the shuffling of paper into appointment television. The Bears schedule leaked. It's going to be a looooooong year in Chicago. Get these

Wooooooo, this episode is wild! This week we, Sly and Whitzy, trade our favorite stories relating to people pooping at our previous work places. Serious shit days at work, amirite?? More info: bitchwatchpod.com --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/bitchwatch/support

It's time for another SPOILER FREE movie review as we sit down to talk about 'that Nicolas Cage movie' which is otherwise known as The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent! Does this movie go full Nicolas Cage like we wanted it to or is it a bit of a let down? Why are we happy to finally see Nicolas Cage back in a blockbuster? How amazing once again is Pedro Pascal? Did Colin get the famous 90s actor cameo in it or was that only Ben who saw it? Did the trailer ruin this movie? Can there be a sequel starring someone in it wouldn't think about much? Why is the editing unique in this film? And does this deserve another viewing? Get yourself in WOOOOOOO mode and put that bunny back in the box for another episode you won't want to miss!★ Support this podcast on Patreon ★

Wooooooo. Check us right now. Battering the best in the league again. Nobody really predicted it, but we're going to enjoy it. What a performance. Joey, Paul, Neil and Dom revel away in this latest episode of The Nii Lamptey Show, the greatest Lamptey Show of all time. Twitter: @niilampteyshow Facebook: niilampteyshow Instagram: niilampteyshow Email: niilampteyshow@gmail.com Website: www.niilampteyshow.com  Shop: https://www.redbubble.com/shop/ap/106450327   

Hell yeah. Two Mexicans out of Houston Texas letting you hear them shoot the shit. Hosted by: Ryan & Gabino Social Media Sites.................... https://www.facebook.com/eyfoolpodcast https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC0hzZ-a6PomDTO7zIJ-CT-g https://www.instagram.com/ey_fool_podcast/ --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/eyfoolpodcast/support

In 2018, we partnered with Golden Tickets on a legendary 5 Games in 5 Days sports road trip in the state of Texas going to MLB and college football games over Labor Day Weekend. You heard all about it in our five-previously recorded episodes. The partnership went so well that a few months later, we did it again! Only this time it was a weekend bender in Atlanta for the SEC Championship between Alabama and Georgia, then came back to the same stadium the next day for a Sunday afternoon Atlanta Falcons NFL game.--- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/thebrothersbrandt/support

The Mean Beard Boys are back!!! A huge pile of dirty laundry to start with... While falling into a tasty "This Day In"... Jim's Metal Minute is back with a literal knock out... A small news section with some slightly repetitive g.a.s. (Obviously Jonesy wants one of the Epiphone 59 Les Pauls)... Making its return to the show!!!!! The letting it hit hotline! Do we have a shitty situation for you today! WOOOOOOO...... All the fixings and sides are here this episode! For episode 22's main event we discuss the Jared James Nichols "Dorthy" Guitar and how JW restorations saved one of the very first Les Pauls EVER! Does Jim have what it takes to man the ship? Will Jonesy ever get that Les Paul? Have they both lost their minds?Find out this week on the Guitar Pirates Podcast!meanbeard.com                      code: GPP15 save 15%    smoothmyballs.com              code: pirates save 15%Midnights Haberdashery for a sweet custom hat!Donate for a sponsored guitar with Guitars For Glory!!!gofundme.com/f/itchyforpicky@guitarpiratespodcastCall in to the letting it hit hotline 8706823443Tell us your crazy music or concert story!

Dance, pop, & party tunes today! Featuring music from regularfantasy, Cartel Madras, Mykki Blanco, CHIKA, Prado, JAWNY, Tierra Whack, Rochelle Jordan, and more. Check out Cyrus Jordan's album release show this Friday Aug 13th @ Trout Lake with Hoodie Browns & Schwey& check out Vines Art Fest happening all week! https://vinesartfestival.com/

Wooooooo! Giving a breakdown of the American brown ale. Make beer. Drink beer. Be tight.

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WOOOOOOO this week Adam shocked Froggy with the 2018 film Hereditary. We also share our opinions on the American Horror Story franchise. (: You will hate or love us after this one.

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Welcome to another Episode of Pat and the Fat Man. We made it all the way to 10 podcasts can you believe it! Wooooooo! Woo! Wo! Anyways, Pat and Bruce talk through the exciting conclusion to this flaming pile of amazing. How good are Yoda's light saber skills, what all can you do with the Force, wouldn't it have been hilarious if Jango's head had fallen out of his helmet when Boba picked it up, will Padme do the right thing? These things, potentially, and more on the tenth episode of Pat and the Fat Man.

Rest in Power Pop, Wooooooo! Join the crew as we get into all the new drama that happened this week with Boosie, the Democratic debates and we settle the score on who make better movies Bow Wow or Nick Cannon. Plus special Ask The Joint and High thoughts of the week. Indulge!!!!!!! --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/the-joint-podcast/support

Wooooooo boy. Well, first things first -- Rest Peace Uncle Phil -- this episode concludes the Daniel Davidson trilogy. With Austin Brezina out again, Mr. Davidson fills in admirably. Less admirable was D.R's defense of Amazing Spider-man 2 starring Andrew Garfield and Emma Stone. He takes the wrong tactic early and everything just blows up in his face immediately. This episode is one you have to hear to believe. Don't bring an Andrew Garfield to a Tom Holland fight.

WOOOOOOO the boys are back this week with hot and i'm talking HOT new takes. Radio host and number one fan Kyle Mollinelli makes his podcast debut, Eddie learns about Tom Hank's other children, and Tommy continues to die. Only on the Extraordinary Podcast Spectacular! --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/the-extraordinary-podcast-spectacular-with-eddie--tommy/support

Wooooooo game-day! Travis is back and ready to talk some actual football, as the Miami Dolphins take the field tonight at Hard Rock Stadium against the Tampa Bay Buccaneers. We breakdown the match-ups and who can assert themselves in the position battles at corner, wide receiver, linebacker and on special teams. We discuss who may be held out of the exhibition and a plea to not over-react, one way or the other, over the result of the game.@WingfieldNFL@LockedOnPhinsLockedOnDolphins.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Wooooooo game-day! Travis is back and ready to talk some actual football, as the Miami Dolphins take the field tonight at Hard Rock Stadium against the Tampa Bay Buccaneers. We breakdown the match-ups and who can assert themselves in the position battles at corner, wide receiver, linebacker and on special teams. We discuss who may be held out of the exhibition and a plea to not over-react, one way or the other, over the result of the game. @WingfieldNFL @LockedOnPhins LockedOnDolphins.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices