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Cigar Coop Prime Time Show
PCA 2025: Natura Tobacco & Cigar Company

Cigar Coop Prime Time Show

Play Episode Listen Later May 31, 2025 9:45


We had such a great time visiting Natura Tobacco & Cigar Company at the 2025 Premium Cigar Association (PCA) Trade Show! The story of Natura is really one-of-a-kind. This year, they're excited to introduce two new cigars: the Altura Second Harvest and the Natura 5th Anniversary. Both of these cigars play an essential role in the history and evolution of the company. Full PCA Report: https://wp.me/p6h1n1-wRY  

Cigar Coop Prime Time Show
PCA 2025: Natura Tobacco & Cigar Company (Audio)

Cigar Coop Prime Time Show

Play Episode Listen Later May 31, 2025 9:45


We had such a great time visiting Natura Tobacco & Cigar Company at the 2025 Premium Cigar Association (PCA) Trade Show! The story of Natura is really one-of-a-kind. This year, they're excited to introduce two new cigars: the Altura Second Harvest and the Natura 5th Anniversary. Both of these cigars play an essential role in the history and evolution of the company. Full PCA Report: https://wp.me/p6h1n1-wRY

In The Wry Podcast
Episode 83: Comedian-Phil Romero

In The Wry Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 24, 2025 82:13


Phil Romero joins Curt to talk comedy, Norm MacDonald, hosting shows, his big upcoming show with Alex Benton and more in this episode!

Steamy Stories Podcast
Camping In Ireland: Part 2

Steamy Stories Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 27, 2025


A tale of firsts, set on a rainy camping trip, among young friends.Based on a post by Josh stone, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time. They stood in the dunes, feeling the sensation returning slowly to their clammy bodies. She grasped the two ends of the massive sheet together, behind his shoulder blades.Then she stood up on tiptoes slightly, and his thumbs slipped slightly into under the elastic of her pants. She gave a sigh, relaxing into his embrace, and he instinctively pushed her wet knickers down, feeling as they rolled over on themselves as they slipped down her ass. He followed by pulling her wet tee shirt up over her shoulders, where she tugged it over her head, and tossed back by the bags.She stepped carefully one leg out of the wet panties, returning to the warmth of his arm and pulling him even closer as she did so. Her gentle murmur as his hands felt the shape of her hips and thighs spurred him on, piquing his interest in this new adventure, this new and unusual setting. The absence of wet fabric quickly allowed her pelvis to dry and her body warmth gradually increased. But His wet boxers were still a problem.Intimacy in the open air.Their bodies relaxed into one another as they dried out within their towel, and he felt her goose bumps disappear from her legs. She pushed his boxers down, allowing their bodies to have full contact as they warmed up together. She lifted her head towards him, and they kissed for the first time since they had left her tent. He felt a sudden jolt of passion as her free hand reached down his belly and holding his contracted and rippled sack of balls. She continued to fondle his sack gently, and felt warmth return to his crotch. He was glad she wasn't giving attention to his shriveled wet pecker, which would need much more warmth an blood flow, to resume even a normal flaccid size. It wasn't even worthy of being called a cock, when shriveled this tiny. He was preparing an embarrassed explanation for his tiny tally whacker, but it was welcome surprise for him that the awakening of his desire to know every intimate corner of her body, to feel his release at her demand and within her. Had somehow convinced his unconscious brain to re=prioritize rations of blood flow and retention to his promising phallus.His hands reached her breasts, feeling her nipples hard once more. She moaned as he rolled one between his finger and thumb, the bottom of her breast cupped in his hand as she massaged his balls. Her warmth and dexterity both relaxing and tensing him in turn. They both felt as his cock stirred to her touch, her other hand released the towel and surrounding his shaft, as he swelled.They stopped to spread the picnic blanket from her bag on the gentle hill of the dune behind them. They found a slight ravine where they could recline and be somewhat concealed by the several dunes, in every direction.She beckoned for him to join her as she lay on her side, and he lay beside her. Hands were on hips, and kisses deepened. It was as though they were again cocooned in her tent the night before. They were completely warm suddenly, the coastal breeze seemed to pass over their heads and they enjoyed the refuge of these sand ravines.Both were deeply turned on by the range of senses that had been awoken. Her breath began to quicken as she felt his erection press against her mons. She bent her upper knee and planted her foot to rest, creating an open crotch for him, and he felt as her body tensed slightly when his fingers wandered towards her most private place.Trying not to spoil a moment she had been enjoying so much, she had hoped he would not notice her anxiety, but knew all too soon that he had. Their kiss ended, his hands moved reassuringly to her shoulders, following her lead."Nigel; I've never," She whispered. "I'm. I am enjoying this so much. But I've never done this before" Her face flushed red as she revealed this most intimate truth to the man she had only really met 24 hours ago.He put a hand gently to her face, looking into her deep brown eyes. "Libby; This is new to me, too." He confessed. "I really have no conscious idea what I'm doing. Our bodies, though, seem to be working in a magical sync, like they've done this since the dawn of creation." Wry smiles grew on both of their faces as the reality of the situation dawned."I was so nervous I would mess things up, I really like you" he said eventually. "I want to explore with you"."Me too" she replied "You've been giving me such pleasure, I assumed you had been with loads of people before.” They kissed, then she added' “I want to learn what makes you feel good".And so began a time of great learning for both of them. Their inhibitions lifted as they allowed themselves to be honest, to open up, to allow their most deeply-held feelings out to one another.She traced every inch of his rippled, lean torso, feeling his ribs rise and fall calmly before circling his navel, running her fingers through his salty hair, his pubic hair. He guided her as she stroked his cock, exploring it carefully with her eyes as well as her hands. She felt as he neared the brink of orgasm; then brought him back from the edge with his words helping her to understand this most secret of connections. She kissed him tenderly, on his arms, his chest, his cock, her lips gently enveloping the tip, tasting his precum, feeling him harden in her mouth. She licked his length, learning how a change of pace or pressure affected him physically, hearing from him what felt good. It was beautiful for both of them, a symbol of trust, and a marker of a new chapter in their lives, their relationship. This was not simply about orgasm, about release, it was also about connection. He was not ready to collapse, not yet. So he withdrew from her mouth, telling her about how sensual it was, how much pleasure she had given him.He felt her hip bones with eager hands, brought hands to her ass, felt the way textures changed. He put his hands on her thighs, felt as she moved onto her back, her legs opening, relaxing. He felt the softness of her inner thigh, how it became softer and softer as his hands neared her groin. She told him how much she wanted him to touch her, showed him how to touch her clitoris. He felt her wonderful heat again as his finger, wet with her moistness, explored delicate folds of skin. He had never seen a woman's vagina before, not in real life. He saw the way her labia darkened as he touched her, felt as her clitoris seemed to retract and then harden as she touched him. She was so open to him, so relaxed, her breathing deep and her chest was rising visibly. As he placed a finger at the entrance to her hot moist cunt, she groaned, urging him to explore inside her. His finger slipped more easily inside than he remembered from last night, her legs rising slightly as he felt her vaginal walls envelop his hungry finger. Another finger slid inside, and she told him to move them against each other inside her. As her hips rose further, she pulled her knees to her chest, and he felt the strong muscles at the entrance to her cunt open up, encouraging his fingers, deeper and deeper. He felt more horny in that moment than he could ever remember feeling before, as he saw her bulging vulva, wet with excitement, and so clearly trusting him to give her pleasure.She was nearing orgasm, her breaths were shallower and her guidance less necessary. It was so exciting to be outside together. He was desperate, suddenly; to be even more intimate. He dipped his head between her legs and gingerly licked her clitoris, trying to emulate what his fingers had done at first. His fingers were still deep within her, and he felt her tighten around him as his tongue began to explore her tiny nub. She guided him once more, telling him to lick around her inner labia, her clitoris too sensitive to be the sole focus of his attentions. He saw as she began to play with her nipples, felt her reach for his cock.But she surprised him. Instead of stroking him as before, she moved her body round, lying flat on her back and taking one of his legs and pulling over her torso, then sliding up so her cunt was directly under his mouth. Then she put her hand behind his head, and guiding it down to her vulva.As he focused on his oral adventure between her thighs, he felt the exquisite feeling of her taking his turgid cock in her mouth; as he licked her clitoris.It was the softest and most stimulating thing either of them had ever felt. There was absolute trust in both of them as they pleasured each other, her tongue and lips winding around his cock, as hard as it had ever been.His tongue licked her whilst his arms wrapped around her ass, and his hands parted her labia, feeling her wetness combined with his saliva running down his hand, between her legs and between the cheeks of her perfectly-formed ass.She felt as he inserted his fingers once more, and he felt as her cunt began to ripple, to contract around him, her panting building to a crescendo as she took him deeper into her mouth. They were in a sort of magical rhythm where both tension and a deep calm overcame any inhibition that might have previously existed.His fingers squirmed as her spasms grew, she felt wave after wave of pleasure dominating her body.“Oh, Nigel! Oh, Nigel. You're Amazing!” was heard by the birds in the area, but no one else. As she was in her climatic bliss, his ability to hold back got weaker and weaker. He felt as the crown of his cock felt a soft place in her mouth, the warmth of her kisses overwhelming him. He felt as his balls contracted, felt as his orgasm built, not immediately like when he touched himself, but almost in slow motion. And then it arrived.“Libby, here it comes, ah, ah!” he shouted.He exploded in her mouth, releasing a guttural, almost primal shout as he came. She felt as he pulsed between her lips, tasted his semen for the first time.“Oh, my fucking gawd, Libby!” You're a sex goddess, baby!” He finally declared.They held each other tighter in that moment than they had ever held anyone before, her nails digging into his thighs as his tongue gently lapped at her opening.It was only after the sun began to come out that they moved from their embrace, his cock now soft, and his head resting on her thigh. She turned her body round so that they could kiss each other's mouths, and both could taste each other, the salt of the sea, a relaxedness returning. They lay in each other's' arms as the sun shone, warming their naked bodies in that most beautiful of settings. And they knew that the next week would be one of further exploration, of firsts for them both. Nigel and Sonia, Homeward Bound.The journey back to London was long and tiresome. Ferries, trains, carrying heavy packs. Libby bailed on her girlfriends and rode back with Nigel. This gave the new lovers some endless hours of private conversation and further cemented their bond.He told her of his empty house, his parents away until Tuesday. Would she like to come and stay?She immediately accepted his hospitality.By the time they had got in, put a wash on, eaten takeout, and had a shower, they were spent. Eyes closing and ready for bed. This felt different to being away, and they were now even more nervous somehow.“Have I satisfied you, Nigel?” Libby asked as they completed the late meal.“And then some, Libby.” Nigel admitted. “ I honestly need to give my sore cock a break til morning, if you can allow me?”“Oh, thank God!” My poor cunny is stroked and licked raw, and reamed out by the greatest lover in all of the British empire!” Libby finally expressed her relief.And so they both fell quickly into sleep, lying in each other's arms, tender kisses and good nights. Tomorrow would be another day. But he awoke sometime early in the morning, as she shifted in her sleep and he felt differently in his half-slumber.His hands moved slowly on her warm skin, feeling her muscles completely relaxed as she slept deeply, the sound of her deep breaths synchronized with his own. Only semi-conscious, he moved instinctively, his mind still foggy, somewhere between consciousness and slumber. The tips of his fingers reached round and down, holding her thigh ever so gently, tiny hairs the only contrast to her smooth, soft skin as he ran them along her body towards her body. As he felt her flesh draw inward, her softness giving way to the strong muscles of her groin, he rotated his wrist, pushing his hand down the front of her thigh and gradually down to her knee, noticing the change in texture as he reached her kneecap. A long breath, followed by a deep swallow.He became more conscious as he squeezed her leg ever so slightly, cautious not to awaken her, seeking more feedback and releasing a little tension. He trailed his hands back up her thigh, reaching around the outside to trace her hips, stopping where his skin met the cotton of her underwear. He felt the thin band of elastic at the edge of her knickers and followed this with this index finger slowly and deliberately upwards until he reached the front of her body, the point at which it began to curve back inward and down into more intimate space. His palm lay flat on her hipbone as his fingers stretched and splayed, relaxed but inquisitive, and he considered what might come next.She shifted slightly, her hand adjusting the elastic of her waistband, and she muttered something inaudible. He descended back into his dreams, his hand on her under the thin sheets on that sticky summer night.He woke as she shifted her body, her leg slightly bent as she relaxed her hips. His hands held her thigh at their highest point, with the top of his hand feeling the fabric of her panties whilst his fingers sensed the tender skin at the very limit of her thigh. His grip tightened a little as he noticed his heart rate rise, his left hand shifting slightly on the bedsheets beside him.He lay for some time, enjoying the peace and sensuality of the moment, enjoying the memory of exploring her body and his own. He could hear her deep breaths, sense her chest rising and falling, and feel her long hair against his face as they lay side by side, his body slightly turned towards hers as she lay sleeping on her back.His index finger explored her thigh once more, more intentionally than before, and he reached the edge of her knickers once again. This time, his finger felt downwards, between her legs, until he could reach no further. He loved the point where her thigh met her groin, where her skin became covered by cloth, and where he knew she was most sensitive. His finger began, ever so slowly, to feel across the hem and then the soft cotton of her pants. He felt the change in texture as her smooth skin gave way to soft, downy hair under the fabric as it rose from the firmness of tendon to the softness of gently rounded labia. She took one sharp breath. His quickened.His fingers hesitated as he reached the point where her labia met beneath her underwear. He could feel her cleft under his soft touch, and imagined being able to see her, so familiar and yet so secret and mysterious, even after all these months. His fingers followed the line of her slit until he reached the mound above her clitoris. The slight rise of the space where he knew her labia covered her most sensitive place, his finger stopped. He felt as her breathing quickened a touch, or at least he thought so. His temptation growing as she swiveled her hips upwards a fraction, only to relax again a moment later.In the gloom he tried to recall her underwear in his mind. Pale cotton, white, or possibly cream, simple in design with a plain band around the leg, a broader, flat waist-band with a stitched brand name in the same color as the rest. He could just make out the raised letters as he drew his finger tentatively up to the top of her knickers.As he felt her skin again, his palm laid flat against her. He waited. She did not speak or change position, but a deep intake of breath gave him courage, a sign of her satisfaction. Her stomach was warm and flat and the ball of his hand lay on her belly button, two fingers slipping ever so slightly beneath the waistband of her knickers. Nervous of misjudging the moment, he arched his hands, the tips of his fingers moving slowly up her body. He circled her naval, moving in on each rotation until his finger found itself inside and her strong stomach muscles tensed a soft, voiceless sound emerging from her mouth. He was emboldened and turned his body to face hers for the first time. As his hand crept upward, he felt the ribbed fabric of her vest-top. He brought his hand up until he felt her right breast in his hand. Her small breast fitted easily into his hand, with his thumb reaching around to her sternum, then arching over her firmness, feeling her nipple hardening as he did so. As he noticed her hardening, he felt his own arousal growing.Between his thumb and forefinger, he rolled her nipple gently again and again through her top. Her breaths were becoming shorter, and he knew she was feeling the same as he was, relaxed, sensuous and warm. She lifted her top, exposing her breasts in the darkness, and he felt her nipples properly for the first time. They were very small and very hard, rising from slightly puffy areolae, perfectly formed. He could not wait any longer, and brought his head to her chest, licking around her nipples, then taking one lightly into his mouth. He sucked her gently, his tongue exploring the slight variations in texture between her nipples, her areola and the skin surrounding them. He brought his other hand round and caressed her other breast, his erection beginning to push against the fabric of his boxer shorts.She spoke for the first time, uttering his name in hushed tones as he pleasured her breasts, reaching for his boxer shorts as he sucked her into his hot mouth. She pushed them down until she could reach no further, and he took over, taking them down over his legs and feet as she hurriedly removed her clothes. As she lifted her vest over her head, she raised her arms, then folding them around his strong back, their naked bodies fully in contact for the first time since they had got back. She felt as his erection pressed against her stomach, her breasts, slick with his sliver, pressed against his chest, and their breathing fast and synchronous. They both knew in that moment that they would give themselves to the other tonight, a new experience for them both, exciting but without fear.She rose onto her knees, turning the green lamp on that sat beside their bed. "I want to see you" she told him, as she looked down at his body, his cock hard and large. As she lowered her head, he felt his erection strengthen, felt the softness of her lips as they kissed and then enveloped the tip. She tasted his pre-cum as her tongue ran in circles around him, her lips exploring the contours of his cock. She slowly took more of him into her mouth, felt as he groaned, knew of his pleasure. He told her he loved the feel of her mouth around her, loved it when she took him deeper inside. She wanted more than anything to give him the release she knew he longed for, and changed angles, her saliva running around him, leaking from her mouth and down to his balls. Her hands cupped him, feeling this wetness and she stopped momentarily, lifting her head and licking him excitedly up his shaft. She shifted onto her side, her hands helping her to slip one of his balls into her soaking mouth as her hands took over on his cock, and she felt as his scrotum contracted as she gently sucked. He grunted as she sucked harder on him, heard him tell her he was close to the edge.Again she shifted, heard him sigh in relief as her lips kissed his belly. "I want to feel your cum in my mouth" she whispered, before taking his cock back into her mouth. He wasn't going to argue with her, and he felt his cock slipping deep into her mouth. She raised and lowered herself around him, and he reached for her breast. The sound of her mouth slopping around him, her tongue lapping hungrily around his cock-head, and the sucking on his member made him harder than he could ever remember, and as she reached yet further down, he felt as his balls pulled tight and he erupted into her mouth, spurting line after line of thick cum into her hungry mouth as he twisted her nipple between forefinger and thumb.They both collapsed, exhausted onto the bed and he looked lovingly into her beautiful brown eyes before kissing her deeply. He tasted the salt of her mouth, felt that she was still in need of his loving. After running his hand down her curvaceous back and onto her tight ass, he felt her part her hips slightly, and reached round to find her own hand already stimulating her clitoris. In gentle circles, she was rubbing herself as they kissed. He put his hand gently on top of hers, feeling the rhythm, learning her technique. He felt as she moved the skin above her hood, the place where her pubic hair ended and her tenderest skin began. They were both aroused, but he was still exhausted from her sensuous blowjob, and they lay there for some time, kissing deeply and playing with her clit. He carefully felt around her cunt, his fingers tracing the shape of her lips, remembering how tenderly he needed to be when touching her clitoris directly. Her breaths deepened and she shifted her hips round, inviting him to dip his finger inside her. Feeling her so hot and so wet inside was hugely exciting for them both. She was so open and so horny in that moment, and she wanted to be filled up.Take Me.She rolled onto her front, kneeling up as she did so, until she was before him on all fours. He saw for her from behind for the first time, her beautiful ass and her soaking and engorged vulva red from stimulation. He watched as her hand once again came up between her legs, saw as she rubbed herself in front of him. Her other hand came up the outside of her thigh, caressing her arse-cheek before coming back round to her cunt. He watched in astonishment as she used two fingers to part her cunt lips, and he saw her opening, deep crimson and incredibly inviting. He kneeled up, noticing for the first time that he had once again hardened. Immediately, and without any words being exchanged, he pushed his hard cock deep into her. They both felt as his erection slid into her body, the ripples of her flesh running over his cock as it pushed deeper and deeper into her body. Her scream was unexpected and guttural. She had longed for this moment since their first kiss back on that rainy holiday, and had dreamed, imagined and rehearsed how it might feel. Her fingers had given her pleasure, for sure, but nothing compared to this.Her pelvis moved backwards onto him as he pushed once more into her, and he felt as the tip of his cock touched her cervix. He held her hips, feeling their bodies moving in rhythm, slowly at first. Her finger returned to her clitoris as the pace of their pushes increased, and he felt her tighten around him, gentle grunts coming from them both."I'm going to cum. I want you to cum with me. Now, now!" She cried at last, and he felt her spasm again and again, as her whole body shook.He reached over her ass and up her back before moving his hands around to her front, cupping both breasts. He tried to pull his cock from her hole as he felt himself about to explode, but she resisted, moving herself with him "Cum in me, Nigel. I want to know what it feels like. I want our bodies to be one."He felt as another spasm grew in her body, her hot wetness and her invitation bringing him to the point of no return. A sound emerged from his mouth that neither had ever heard before, and he came violently, feeling his seed coating her hot, wet, rigid cunt, feeling their juices mixing and becoming one.Their cries of ecstasy filled the empty house. Heavily they both panted, as the spasms rolled over their bodies, in waves.They fell onto their sides, his cock still deep within her body, as they began to recover. Their breathing deepening, and their bodies cooling. He smelled her hair and felt her ass against his front, as he softened. Minutes later, he felt as he slowly slipped from her opening, a small slick of wetness tickling her thigh as it emerged with his spent cock, her satisfaction as she knew that this would be the first of many times their bodies would reach such deep and exciting satisfaction. They fell into a deep sleep that lasted well into the next morning, and they awoke tired but full of ideas for the day ahead. Based on a post by Josh stone for Literotica.

Steamy Stories
Camping In Ireland: Part 2

Steamy Stories

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 27, 2025


A tale of firsts, set on a rainy camping trip, among young friends.Based on a post by Josh stone, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time. They stood in the dunes, feeling the sensation returning slowly to their clammy bodies. She grasped the two ends of the massive sheet together, behind his shoulder blades.Then she stood up on tiptoes slightly, and his thumbs slipped slightly into under the elastic of her pants. She gave a sigh, relaxing into his embrace, and he instinctively pushed her wet knickers down, feeling as they rolled over on themselves as they slipped down her ass. He followed by pulling her wet tee shirt up over her shoulders, where she tugged it over her head, and tossed back by the bags.She stepped carefully one leg out of the wet panties, returning to the warmth of his arm and pulling him even closer as she did so. Her gentle murmur as his hands felt the shape of her hips and thighs spurred him on, piquing his interest in this new adventure, this new and unusual setting. The absence of wet fabric quickly allowed her pelvis to dry and her body warmth gradually increased. But His wet boxers were still a problem.Intimacy in the open air.Their bodies relaxed into one another as they dried out within their towel, and he felt her goose bumps disappear from her legs. She pushed his boxers down, allowing their bodies to have full contact as they warmed up together. She lifted her head towards him, and they kissed for the first time since they had left her tent. He felt a sudden jolt of passion as her free hand reached down his belly and holding his contracted and rippled sack of balls. She continued to fondle his sack gently, and felt warmth return to his crotch. He was glad she wasn't giving attention to his shriveled wet pecker, which would need much more warmth an blood flow, to resume even a normal flaccid size. It wasn't even worthy of being called a cock, when shriveled this tiny. He was preparing an embarrassed explanation for his tiny tally whacker, but it was welcome surprise for him that the awakening of his desire to know every intimate corner of her body, to feel his release at her demand and within her. Had somehow convinced his unconscious brain to re=prioritize rations of blood flow and retention to his promising phallus.His hands reached her breasts, feeling her nipples hard once more. She moaned as he rolled one between his finger and thumb, the bottom of her breast cupped in his hand as she massaged his balls. Her warmth and dexterity both relaxing and tensing him in turn. They both felt as his cock stirred to her touch, her other hand released the towel and surrounding his shaft, as he swelled.They stopped to spread the picnic blanket from her bag on the gentle hill of the dune behind them. They found a slight ravine where they could recline and be somewhat concealed by the several dunes, in every direction.She beckoned for him to join her as she lay on her side, and he lay beside her. Hands were on hips, and kisses deepened. It was as though they were again cocooned in her tent the night before. They were completely warm suddenly, the coastal breeze seemed to pass over their heads and they enjoyed the refuge of these sand ravines.Both were deeply turned on by the range of senses that had been awoken. Her breath began to quicken as she felt his erection press against her mons. She bent her upper knee and planted her foot to rest, creating an open crotch for him, and he felt as her body tensed slightly when his fingers wandered towards her most private place.Trying not to spoil a moment she had been enjoying so much, she had hoped he would not notice her anxiety, but knew all too soon that he had. Their kiss ended, his hands moved reassuringly to her shoulders, following her lead."Nigel; I've never," She whispered. "I'm. I am enjoying this so much. But I've never done this before" Her face flushed red as she revealed this most intimate truth to the man she had only really met 24 hours ago.He put a hand gently to her face, looking into her deep brown eyes. "Libby; This is new to me, too." He confessed. "I really have no conscious idea what I'm doing. Our bodies, though, seem to be working in a magical sync, like they've done this since the dawn of creation." Wry smiles grew on both of their faces as the reality of the situation dawned."I was so nervous I would mess things up, I really like you" he said eventually. "I want to explore with you"."Me too" she replied "You've been giving me such pleasure, I assumed you had been with loads of people before.” They kissed, then she added' “I want to learn what makes you feel good".And so began a time of great learning for both of them. Their inhibitions lifted as they allowed themselves to be honest, to open up, to allow their most deeply-held feelings out to one another.She traced every inch of his rippled, lean torso, feeling his ribs rise and fall calmly before circling his navel, running her fingers through his salty hair, his pubic hair. He guided her as she stroked his cock, exploring it carefully with her eyes as well as her hands. She felt as he neared the brink of orgasm; then brought him back from the edge with his words helping her to understand this most secret of connections. She kissed him tenderly, on his arms, his chest, his cock, her lips gently enveloping the tip, tasting his precum, feeling him harden in her mouth. She licked his length, learning how a change of pace or pressure affected him physically, hearing from him what felt good. It was beautiful for both of them, a symbol of trust, and a marker of a new chapter in their lives, their relationship. This was not simply about orgasm, about release, it was also about connection. He was not ready to collapse, not yet. So he withdrew from her mouth, telling her about how sensual it was, how much pleasure she had given him.He felt her hip bones with eager hands, brought hands to her ass, felt the way textures changed. He put his hands on her thighs, felt as she moved onto her back, her legs opening, relaxing. He felt the softness of her inner thigh, how it became softer and softer as his hands neared her groin. She told him how much she wanted him to touch her, showed him how to touch her clitoris. He felt her wonderful heat again as his finger, wet with her moistness, explored delicate folds of skin. He had never seen a woman's vagina before, not in real life. He saw the way her labia darkened as he touched her, felt as her clitoris seemed to retract and then harden as she touched him. She was so open to him, so relaxed, her breathing deep and her chest was rising visibly. As he placed a finger at the entrance to her hot moist cunt, she groaned, urging him to explore inside her. His finger slipped more easily inside than he remembered from last night, her legs rising slightly as he felt her vaginal walls envelop his hungry finger. Another finger slid inside, and she told him to move them against each other inside her. As her hips rose further, she pulled her knees to her chest, and he felt the strong muscles at the entrance to her cunt open up, encouraging his fingers, deeper and deeper. He felt more horny in that moment than he could ever remember feeling before, as he saw her bulging vulva, wet with excitement, and so clearly trusting him to give her pleasure.She was nearing orgasm, her breaths were shallower and her guidance less necessary. It was so exciting to be outside together. He was desperate, suddenly; to be even more intimate. He dipped his head between her legs and gingerly licked her clitoris, trying to emulate what his fingers had done at first. His fingers were still deep within her, and he felt her tighten around him as his tongue began to explore her tiny nub. She guided him once more, telling him to lick around her inner labia, her clitoris too sensitive to be the sole focus of his attentions. He saw as she began to play with her nipples, felt her reach for his cock.But she surprised him. Instead of stroking him as before, she moved her body round, lying flat on her back and taking one of his legs and pulling over her torso, then sliding up so her cunt was directly under his mouth. Then she put her hand behind his head, and guiding it down to her vulva.As he focused on his oral adventure between her thighs, he felt the exquisite feeling of her taking his turgid cock in her mouth; as he licked her clitoris.It was the softest and most stimulating thing either of them had ever felt. There was absolute trust in both of them as they pleasured each other, her tongue and lips winding around his cock, as hard as it had ever been.His tongue licked her whilst his arms wrapped around her ass, and his hands parted her labia, feeling her wetness combined with his saliva running down his hand, between her legs and between the cheeks of her perfectly-formed ass.She felt as he inserted his fingers once more, and he felt as her cunt began to ripple, to contract around him, her panting building to a crescendo as she took him deeper into her mouth. They were in a sort of magical rhythm where both tension and a deep calm overcame any inhibition that might have previously existed.His fingers squirmed as her spasms grew, she felt wave after wave of pleasure dominating her body.“Oh, Nigel! Oh, Nigel. You're Amazing!” was heard by the birds in the area, but no one else. As she was in her climatic bliss, his ability to hold back got weaker and weaker. He felt as the crown of his cock felt a soft place in her mouth, the warmth of her kisses overwhelming him. He felt as his balls contracted, felt as his orgasm built, not immediately like when he touched himself, but almost in slow motion. And then it arrived.“Libby, here it comes, ah, ah!” he shouted.He exploded in her mouth, releasing a guttural, almost primal shout as he came. She felt as he pulsed between her lips, tasted his semen for the first time.“Oh, my fucking gawd, Libby!” You're a sex goddess, baby!” He finally declared.They held each other tighter in that moment than they had ever held anyone before, her nails digging into his thighs as his tongue gently lapped at her opening.It was only after the sun began to come out that they moved from their embrace, his cock now soft, and his head resting on her thigh. She turned her body round so that they could kiss each other's mouths, and both could taste each other, the salt of the sea, a relaxedness returning. They lay in each other's' arms as the sun shone, warming their naked bodies in that most beautiful of settings. And they knew that the next week would be one of further exploration, of firsts for them both. Nigel and Sonia, Homeward Bound.The journey back to London was long and tiresome. Ferries, trains, carrying heavy packs. Libby bailed on her girlfriends and rode back with Nigel. This gave the new lovers some endless hours of private conversation and further cemented their bond.He told her of his empty house, his parents away until Tuesday. Would she like to come and stay?She immediately accepted his hospitality.By the time they had got in, put a wash on, eaten takeout, and had a shower, they were spent. Eyes closing and ready for bed. This felt different to being away, and they were now even more nervous somehow.“Have I satisfied you, Nigel?” Libby asked as they completed the late meal.“And then some, Libby.” Nigel admitted. “ I honestly need to give my sore cock a break til morning, if you can allow me?”“Oh, thank God!” My poor cunny is stroked and licked raw, and reamed out by the greatest lover in all of the British empire!” Libby finally expressed her relief.And so they both fell quickly into sleep, lying in each other's arms, tender kisses and good nights. Tomorrow would be another day. But he awoke sometime early in the morning, as she shifted in her sleep and he felt differently in his half-slumber.His hands moved slowly on her warm skin, feeling her muscles completely relaxed as she slept deeply, the sound of her deep breaths synchronized with his own. Only semi-conscious, he moved instinctively, his mind still foggy, somewhere between consciousness and slumber. The tips of his fingers reached round and down, holding her thigh ever so gently, tiny hairs the only contrast to her smooth, soft skin as he ran them along her body towards her body. As he felt her flesh draw inward, her softness giving way to the strong muscles of her groin, he rotated his wrist, pushing his hand down the front of her thigh and gradually down to her knee, noticing the change in texture as he reached her kneecap. A long breath, followed by a deep swallow.He became more conscious as he squeezed her leg ever so slightly, cautious not to awaken her, seeking more feedback and releasing a little tension. He trailed his hands back up her thigh, reaching around the outside to trace her hips, stopping where his skin met the cotton of her underwear. He felt the thin band of elastic at the edge of her knickers and followed this with this index finger slowly and deliberately upwards until he reached the front of her body, the point at which it began to curve back inward and down into more intimate space. His palm lay flat on her hipbone as his fingers stretched and splayed, relaxed but inquisitive, and he considered what might come next.She shifted slightly, her hand adjusting the elastic of her waistband, and she muttered something inaudible. He descended back into his dreams, his hand on her under the thin sheets on that sticky summer night.He woke as she shifted her body, her leg slightly bent as she relaxed her hips. His hands held her thigh at their highest point, with the top of his hand feeling the fabric of her panties whilst his fingers sensed the tender skin at the very limit of her thigh. His grip tightened a little as he noticed his heart rate rise, his left hand shifting slightly on the bedsheets beside him.He lay for some time, enjoying the peace and sensuality of the moment, enjoying the memory of exploring her body and his own. He could hear her deep breaths, sense her chest rising and falling, and feel her long hair against his face as they lay side by side, his body slightly turned towards hers as she lay sleeping on her back.His index finger explored her thigh once more, more intentionally than before, and he reached the edge of her knickers once again. This time, his finger felt downwards, between her legs, until he could reach no further. He loved the point where her thigh met her groin, where her skin became covered by cloth, and where he knew she was most sensitive. His finger began, ever so slowly, to feel across the hem and then the soft cotton of her pants. He felt the change in texture as her smooth skin gave way to soft, downy hair under the fabric as it rose from the firmness of tendon to the softness of gently rounded labia. She took one sharp breath. His quickened.His fingers hesitated as he reached the point where her labia met beneath her underwear. He could feel her cleft under his soft touch, and imagined being able to see her, so familiar and yet so secret and mysterious, even after all these months. His fingers followed the line of her slit until he reached the mound above her clitoris. The slight rise of the space where he knew her labia covered her most sensitive place, his finger stopped. He felt as her breathing quickened a touch, or at least he thought so. His temptation growing as she swiveled her hips upwards a fraction, only to relax again a moment later.In the gloom he tried to recall her underwear in his mind. Pale cotton, white, or possibly cream, simple in design with a plain band around the leg, a broader, flat waist-band with a stitched brand name in the same color as the rest. He could just make out the raised letters as he drew his finger tentatively up to the top of her knickers.As he felt her skin again, his palm laid flat against her. He waited. She did not speak or change position, but a deep intake of breath gave him courage, a sign of her satisfaction. Her stomach was warm and flat and the ball of his hand lay on her belly button, two fingers slipping ever so slightly beneath the waistband of her knickers. Nervous of misjudging the moment, he arched his hands, the tips of his fingers moving slowly up her body. He circled her naval, moving in on each rotation until his finger found itself inside and her strong stomach muscles tensed a soft, voiceless sound emerging from her mouth. He was emboldened and turned his body to face hers for the first time. As his hand crept upward, he felt the ribbed fabric of her vest-top. He brought his hand up until he felt her right breast in his hand. Her small breast fitted easily into his hand, with his thumb reaching around to her sternum, then arching over her firmness, feeling her nipple hardening as he did so. As he noticed her hardening, he felt his own arousal growing.Between his thumb and forefinger, he rolled her nipple gently again and again through her top. Her breaths were becoming shorter, and he knew she was feeling the same as he was, relaxed, sensuous and warm. She lifted her top, exposing her breasts in the darkness, and he felt her nipples properly for the first time. They were very small and very hard, rising from slightly puffy areolae, perfectly formed. He could not wait any longer, and brought his head to her chest, licking around her nipples, then taking one lightly into his mouth. He sucked her gently, his tongue exploring the slight variations in texture between her nipples, her areola and the skin surrounding them. He brought his other hand round and caressed her other breast, his erection beginning to push against the fabric of his boxer shorts.She spoke for the first time, uttering his name in hushed tones as he pleasured her breasts, reaching for his boxer shorts as he sucked her into his hot mouth. She pushed them down until she could reach no further, and he took over, taking them down over his legs and feet as she hurriedly removed her clothes. As she lifted her vest over her head, she raised her arms, then folding them around his strong back, their naked bodies fully in contact for the first time since they had got back. She felt as his erection pressed against her stomach, her breasts, slick with his sliver, pressed against his chest, and their breathing fast and synchronous. They both knew in that moment that they would give themselves to the other tonight, a new experience for them both, exciting but without fear.She rose onto her knees, turning the green lamp on that sat beside their bed. "I want to see you" she told him, as she looked down at his body, his cock hard and large. As she lowered her head, he felt his erection strengthen, felt the softness of her lips as they kissed and then enveloped the tip. She tasted his pre-cum as her tongue ran in circles around him, her lips exploring the contours of his cock. She slowly took more of him into her mouth, felt as he groaned, knew of his pleasure. He told her he loved the feel of her mouth around her, loved it when she took him deeper inside. She wanted more than anything to give him the release she knew he longed for, and changed angles, her saliva running around him, leaking from her mouth and down to his balls. Her hands cupped him, feeling this wetness and she stopped momentarily, lifting her head and licking him excitedly up his shaft. She shifted onto her side, her hands helping her to slip one of his balls into her soaking mouth as her hands took over on his cock, and she felt as his scrotum contracted as she gently sucked. He grunted as she sucked harder on him, heard him tell her he was close to the edge.Again she shifted, heard him sigh in relief as her lips kissed his belly. "I want to feel your cum in my mouth" she whispered, before taking his cock back into her mouth. He wasn't going to argue with her, and he felt his cock slipping deep into her mouth. She raised and lowered herself around him, and he reached for her breast. The sound of her mouth slopping around him, her tongue lapping hungrily around his cock-head, and the sucking on his member made him harder than he could ever remember, and as she reached yet further down, he felt as his balls pulled tight and he erupted into her mouth, spurting line after line of thick cum into her hungry mouth as he twisted her nipple between forefinger and thumb.They both collapsed, exhausted onto the bed and he looked lovingly into her beautiful brown eyes before kissing her deeply. He tasted the salt of her mouth, felt that she was still in need of his loving. After running his hand down her curvaceous back and onto her tight ass, he felt her part her hips slightly, and reached round to find her own hand already stimulating her clitoris. In gentle circles, she was rubbing herself as they kissed. He put his hand gently on top of hers, feeling the rhythm, learning her technique. He felt as she moved the skin above her hood, the place where her pubic hair ended and her tenderest skin began. They were both aroused, but he was still exhausted from her sensuous blowjob, and they lay there for some time, kissing deeply and playing with her clit. He carefully felt around her cunt, his fingers tracing the shape of her lips, remembering how tenderly he needed to be when touching her clitoris directly. Her breaths deepened and she shifted her hips round, inviting him to dip his finger inside her. Feeling her so hot and so wet inside was hugely exciting for them both. She was so open and so horny in that moment, and she wanted to be filled up.Take Me.She rolled onto her front, kneeling up as she did so, until she was before him on all fours. He saw for her from behind for the first time, her beautiful ass and her soaking and engorged vulva red from stimulation. He watched as her hand once again came up between her legs, saw as she rubbed herself in front of him. Her other hand came up the outside of her thigh, caressing her arse-cheek before coming back round to her cunt. He watched in astonishment as she used two fingers to part her cunt lips, and he saw her opening, deep crimson and incredibly inviting. He kneeled up, noticing for the first time that he had once again hardened. Immediately, and without any words being exchanged, he pushed his hard cock deep into her. They both felt as his erection slid into her body, the ripples of her flesh running over his cock as it pushed deeper and deeper into her body. Her scream was unexpected and guttural. She had longed for this moment since their first kiss back on that rainy holiday, and had dreamed, imagined and rehearsed how it might feel. Her fingers had given her pleasure, for sure, but nothing compared to this.Her pelvis moved backwards onto him as he pushed once more into her, and he felt as the tip of his cock touched her cervix. He held her hips, feeling their bodies moving in rhythm, slowly at first. Her finger returned to her clitoris as the pace of their pushes increased, and he felt her tighten around him, gentle grunts coming from them both."I'm going to cum. I want you to cum with me. Now, now!" She cried at last, and he felt her spasm again and again, as her whole body shook.He reached over her ass and up her back before moving his hands around to her front, cupping both breasts. He tried to pull his cock from her hole as he felt himself about to explode, but she resisted, moving herself with him "Cum in me, Nigel. I want to know what it feels like. I want our bodies to be one."He felt as another spasm grew in her body, her hot wetness and her invitation bringing him to the point of no return. A sound emerged from his mouth that neither had ever heard before, and he came violently, feeling his seed coating her hot, wet, rigid cunt, feeling their juices mixing and becoming one.Their cries of ecstasy filled the empty house. Heavily they both panted, as the spasms rolled over their bodies, in waves.They fell onto their sides, his cock still deep within her body, as they began to recover. Their breathing deepening, and their bodies cooling. He smelled her hair and felt her ass against his front, as he softened. Minutes later, he felt as he slowly slipped from her opening, a small slick of wetness tickling her thigh as it emerged with his spent cock, her satisfaction as she knew that this would be the first of many times their bodies would reach such deep and exciting satisfaction. They fell into a deep sleep that lasted well into the next morning, and they awoke tired but full of ideas for the day ahead. Based on a post by Josh stone for Literotica.

Full Cast And Crew
215. 'No Country For Old Men' (2007)

Full Cast And Crew

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 15, 2025 107:18


Sparse. Laconic. Expansive. Languid. Wry. The Coen Brother's 2007 Neo-Noir Western 'No Country For Old Men' moves to the fatefully ticking beat of it's own Grandfather Clock.  It's a film that rewards close viewing and is astoundingly faithful to Cormac McCarthy's novel while also being so completely a "Coen Brothers film" even as it's their (only?) adaptation of an existing book. Featuring an iconic performance by Javier Bardem as the philosophical killer Anton Chigur, brilliant cinematography from frequent Coen collaborator Roger Deakins, and perfectly wrought twangily-Texas turns by Josh Brolin and Tommy Lee Jones. A number of signature Coens scenes of the lead characters interacting with a variety of shop clerks, receptionists, store owners, and authority figures abound.    

Living The Next Chapter: Authors Share Their Journey
E485 - Wendy Dale - Memoir Writing for Geniuses, Peru and Grandma's Pies

Living The Next Chapter: Authors Share Their Journey

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 10, 2025 51:23


EPISODE 485 - Wendy Dale - Memoir Writing for Geniuses, Peru and Grandma's PiesAbout Wendy Dale"Wendy is the best instructor I've had, bar none. She continually pushes you and never lets you settle for good enough. She is knowledgeable, patient, helpful, and has an excellent sense of humor! I would take a class again with her anytime." -- Sandra Carpenter"Wendy is phenomenal! I've taken dozens of writing courses and completed an MFA in creative writing. Never have I received such useful instruction. I'm happy that I'll be starting her advanced course next week." -- Mary Rowland"Wendy exceeded my expectations. I was stunned by how much practical information I learned and by how much I grew as a writer. The class was, in a word, invaluable!" -- Carly Van Thomme"Wendy encourages her students to dig deeper -- and the results show. I highly recommend her. She is insightful, conscientious, and supportive. I couldn't ask for more." -- Michele Meek"Wendy is that tough critic who can be the best thing that happens to your manuscript." -- Lucey BowenAcclaim for Wendy's memoir"Deeply funny."    – Vogue Magazine"Wry, funny."     – Outside Magazine"Mix David Sedaris, Lucille Ball, and a fifth of tequila in a blender [and] you get Wendy Dale, who is quite possibly the funniest travel writer since Homer. But strain off the foamy giggles and you're left with a raw, smart, and passionate woman in search of herself and awestruck at the beauty of even the ugliest corners of the earth."   – Deborah C. Kogan, author of Shutterbabe""Dale has an amazing ability not only to find intrigue and drama and hardship but to meet them all with an undampened sense of humor and a roving eye for the absurd. And by getting entangled in other people's lives, as opposed to hiking through rain forests, she enjoys glimpses into worlds forever closed to the average tourist. A few years ago, Janet Malcolm, writing in the New Yorker, complained that she ‘always found travel writing a little boring' because ‘travel itself is a low-key emotional experience, a pallid affair in comparison with ordinary life' … which is absolutely true, unless you travel like Wendy Dale."   – Thomas Swick, travel editor of the Ft. Lauderdale Sun-Sentinel"This is a wonderful book – not a subversive treatise on rule-breaking as the title might suggest, but a witty, insightful memoir of a young woman from an offbeat, though well-traveled family."    – Bookpage"With grace, charm and abundant humor, Dale narrates her meandering story of a childhood regained, ‘a chance to make rash decisions, to take wild risks, to lose everything knowing I'd still have plenty of time to earn it all back.'"   – Time Out New York"Funny, impulsive, and alluringly naïve, Wendy Dale is repeatedly swept into adventure and trouble and love, mostly when she's looking the other way. I had a great time going along on her wacky journey. I read the book in one sitting, reluctantly getting up midway to make a sandwich, placing the open book on the counter so I didn't have to stop reading."   – Rita Golden Gelman, author of Tales of a Female Nomad https://www.geniusmemoirwriting.com/Support the show___https://livingthenextchapter.com/podcast produced by: https://truemediasolutions.ca/Coffee Refills are always appreciated, refill Dave's cup here, and thanks!https://buymeacoffee.com/truemediaca

In The Wry Podcast
Episode 79

In The Wry Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 9, 2024 32:43


Hey Curt's back! Recapping what's been going on the last couple months, a trip to Texas, a trip to Iowa, performing in his home town, a lady almost dying at a show, some of his favorite famous comics he's worked with in his 23 year career and more!

Cinema Sounds & Secrets
Tributes: Charles Grodin

Cinema Sounds & Secrets

Play Episode Listen Later May 30, 2024 23:19


Wry, funny, low-key, slow burn, a thinking man's comedian who could write, direct, produce and crack up the stoic TV Host Johnny Carson with the flick and an eye. He worked with nearly every great director, writer, playwright, and actor in the 60's..70's..80's.. 90's..and 2000's...of course you know I'm talkin' about here. The guy who was almost Benjamin in the Graduate... Charles Grodin. To learn more about this episode and others, visit the official Cinema Sounds & Secrets website!  

In The Wry Podcast
Episode 78: Comedian/Podcaster-A.J. Martinez

In The Wry Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later May 20, 2024 59:58


Albuquerque comedian and podcaster, A.J. Martinez joins Curt on this episode to talk comedy. It's a fun episode, give it a listen!

In The Wry Podcast
Episode 77

In The Wry Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later May 13, 2024 18:44


Solo episode, Curt talks about being nominated for Best Comedian in Albuquerque, new podcast website, upcoming tour dates and the date of his Open Bar special release!

In The Wry Podcast
Episode 76

In The Wry Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 7, 2024 30:46


Curt recorded a late night podcast to talk about stuff he did in February. And he rambles a little bit. Enjoy

In The Wry Podcast
Episode 75 with Joe Quesada

In The Wry Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 12, 2024 63:14


Comedian Joe Quesada joins Curt on this episode to talk comedy and pro wrestling!

In The Wry Podcast
Episode 74 with Jose Maestas

In The Wry Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 5, 2024 62:06


Comedian Jose Maestas joins Curt on this episode to talk comedy, starting out in New Mexico, moving out to LA and a lot more!

In The Wry Podcast
Episode 73

In The Wry Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 31, 2024 24:42


Second episode of the new year, Curt talks about Omaha, the new comedy club in Albuquerque, hanging with Ming Chen and working with Chris Kattan!

The Conformation Conversation
Reading of the AKC Official French Bulldog Standard

The Conformation Conversation

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 26, 2024 7:05


Official Standard of the French Bulldog General Appearance: The French Bulldog has the appearance of an active, intelligent, muscular dog of heavy bone, smooth coat, compactly built, and of medium or small structure. The hallmarks of the breed are the square head with bat ears and the roach back. Expression alert, curious, and interested. Proportion and Symmetry - All points are well distributed and bear good relation one to the other; no feature being in such prominence from either excess or lack of quality that the animal appears poorly proportioned. Influence of Sex - In comparing specimens of different sex, due allowance is to be made in favor of bitches, which do not bear the characteristics of the breed to the same marked degree as do the dogs. Size, Proportion, Substance: Weight not to exceed 28 pounds; over 28 pounds is a disqualification. Proportion - Distance from withers to ground in good relation to distance from withers to onset of tail, so that animal appears compact, well balanced and in good proportion. Substance - Muscular, heavy bone. Head: Head large and square. Eyes dark, brown or approaching black in color, wide apart, set low down in the skull, as far from the ears as possible, round in form, of moderate size, neither sunken nor bulging. Lighter brown colored eyes are acceptable, but not desirable. Blue or green eye(s) or any traces of blue or green are a disqualification. No haw and no white of the eye showing when looking forward. Ears - Known as the bat ear, broad at the base, elongated, with round top, set high on the head but not too close together, and carried erect with the orifice to the front. The leather of the ear fine and soft. Other than bat ears is a disqualification. The top of the skull flat between the ears; the forehead is not flat but slightly rounded. The muzzle broad, deep and well laid back; the muscles of the cheeks well developed. The stop well defined, causing a hollow groove between the eyes with heavy wrinkles forming a soft roll over the extremely short nose; nostrils broad with a well-defined line between them. Nose black. Nose other than black is a disqualification, except in the case of creams or fawns without black masks, where a lighter colored nose is acceptable but not desirable. Flews black, thick and broad, hanging over the lower jaw at the sides, meeting the underlip in front and covering the teeth and tongue, which are not seen when the mouth is closed. The underjaw is deep, square, broad, undershot and well turned up. Wry mouths and any bites other than undershot are serious faults. Neck, Topline, Body: The neck is thick and well arched with loose skin at the throat. The back is a roach back with a slight fall close behind the shoulders, gradually rising to the loin which is higher than the shoulder, and rounding at the croup. The back is strong and short, broader at the shoulders, and tapering to the rear. The body is short and well rounded. The chest is broad, deep, and full; well ribbed with the belly tucked up. The tail is either straight or screwed (but not curly), short, hung low, thick root and fine tip; carried low in repose. Forequarters: Forelegs are short, stout, straight, muscular and set wide apart. Dewclaws may be removed. Feet are moderate in size, compact and firmly set. Toes compact, well split up, with high knuckles and short stubby nails. Hindquarters: Hind legs are strong and muscular, longer than the forelegs, so as to elevate the loins above the shoulders. Hocks well let down. Feet are moderate in size, compact and firmly set. Toes compact, well split up, with high knuckles and short stubby nails; hind feet slightly longer than forefeet. Coat: Coat is brilliant, short and smooth. Skin is soft and loose, especially at the head and shoulders, forming wrinkles. Coats other than short and smooth are a disqualification. Color: Acceptable colors: white, cream, fawn (ranging from light fawn to a red fawn), or any combinations of the foregoing. Markings and patterns are: brindle, piebald, black masks, black shadings, and white markings. Ticking is acceptable but not desired. Brindle ranges from sparse but clearly defined black stripes on a fawn background to such heavy concentration of black striping that the essential fawn background color barely shows through (“black brindle”). Only a trace of the background color is necessary; in a brindle piebald, a trace of the brindle patterning in any patch is sufficient. All other colors, markings or patterns are a disqualification. Disqualifying colors and patterns include, but are not limited to, solid black, black and tan, black and white, white with black, blue, blue fawn, liver, and merle. Black means black without a trace of brindle. Gait: Correct gait is a “four tracking” foot pattern with the front track wider than the rear track. The movement should have reach and drive and is unrestrained, free and vigorous. Temperament: Well behaved, adaptable, and comfortable companions with an affectionate nature and even disposition; generally active, alert, and playful, but not unduly boisterous. Disqualifications: Over 28 pounds in weight. Blue or green eye(s) or any traces of blue or green. Other than bat ears. Nose other than black, except in the case of cream or fawn colored dogs without black masks, where a lighter colored nose is acceptable. Coats other than short and smooth. All coat colors other than those specifically described (e.g.,Solid black, black and tan, black and white, white and black, blue, blue fawn, liver, and merle). Black means black without a trace of brindle. All other patterns and markings other than specifically described. Approved April 10, 2018 Effective June 5, 2018

In The Wry Podcast
Episode 72

In The Wry Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 5, 2024 26:12


Happy New Year! Curt talks about his favorite comedy specials from last year.

A Celtic State of Mind
A Celtic State of Mind with John MacLaverty & Phil Differ // The Lisbon Lions // ACSOM

A Celtic State of Mind

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 29, 2023 75:51


► See Johan Mjällby LIVE with ACSOM: https://www.skiddle.com/whats-on/Glasgow/Grace%27s-Irish-Sports-Bar/Johan-Mjllby-LIVE-with-a-Celtic-State-of-Mind/37120036/ ► Support Wee Jamie Tierney: https://www.gofundme.com/f/wee-jamies-journey ► ACSOM merch available here: https://acsom.net/shop/ ► Check out The ACSOM Blog here: https://acsom.net A Celtic State of Mind is a six-time award-winning broadcast, having won Football Blogging / Content Awards in 2018, 2021 (x3), 2022 & 2023. In this latest episode, Paul John Dykes is joined by Bafta-winning documentary director, John MacLaverty, and Scottish comedian, Phil Differ. John's Lisbon Lions documentary - Glasgow: 1967 - is an incredible celebration of Celtic's European Cup win 50 years on. Phil has been a staple part of Scottish comedy for decades, and has worked on such iconic productions as Scotch & Wry, Naked Video, City Lights, Rab C Nesbitt and Only An Excuse? A Celtic State of Mind has gone from strength-to-strength over the last five years, and there are many more guests lined up in the weeks ahead from the world of sport, music, film, art, broadcasting, literature and politics. Connect with A Celtic State of Mind @PaulJohnDykes and @ACSOMPOD and subscribe to the podcast via iTunes or through your podcast player. #BrendanRodgers #KyogoFuruhashi #ReoHatate #DaizenMaeda #CelticFC #CelticFootballClub #TheAcsomBulletin #ACSOM #ACelticStateOfMind #AwardWinningPodcast #Charity #ScottishFootball #Soccer Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Haunted History Chronicles
Disturbing The Water: The Supernatural World of Peter Wise

Haunted History Chronicles

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 29, 2023 38:07


Join us as we explore the enigmatic world painted in the pages of "Disturbing the Water" by author, Peter Wise, as he takes us on an exhilarating journey through untamed and isolated landscapes, where anglers become entwined in a web of paranormal experiences, leaving them to question the very fabric of reality. With meticulous attention to detail, Wise crafts a collection of spine-chilling narratives that transcend the conventional horror genre. "Disturbing the Water" is far from your typical ghost story compilation. Immerse yourself in a realm where Highland rivers, Irish loughs, North American wilderness, Cornish seascapes, and mystical Ukrainian water sources set the stage for a gripping exploration of human emotions, tragedy, redemption, and the inexplicable. These haunting tales are not just about the supernatural; they are a reflection of the human experience in the face of the unknown. Brace yourself for encounters with the spectres of the English Civil War, the lingering shadows of the Second World War, and even the chilling presence of a Victorian serial killer. Through these historical echoes, the past converges with the present, unveiling a tapestry of suspense that will leave you spellbound. My Special Guests is Peter Wise Peter has been a professional copywriter all his working life and is also a passionate fisherman. Published at Halloween 2023, his book Disturbing the Water is a collection of original ghost stories, all themed around fish, fishing and fishy places. But it's not necessary to be an angler to appreciate these tales of tragedy, redemption and the unexpected. The book was inspired by an episode on the History of Ghosts in The Rest is History podcast. There are echoes of real history in over half of the stories, from the Civil War to WW2, and from the Witch Craze to a Victorian serial killer. “Wry, crisp and compelling.” – David Profumo, Country Life “Disturbing the Water expertly entwines history with fictional ghostly tales, crafting an immersive experience with spine-tingling suspense and supernatural intricacies. A testament to masterful storytelling.” – Michelle Fisher, Haunted History Podcast “Wise has managed to create a delightfully creepy, yet mindfully enthralling bundle of stories.” – Chris Coppel, author of Lingering, Lifetimes, Lunacy, and Last Light “Besides being beautifully told, these stories all have their own inimitable twists in the tail that make them particularly satisfying.” – Alex Pearl, author of The Chair Man In this episode, you will be able to: 1. Find out more about the book such as authors, history and locations used as inspiration. If you value this podcast and want to enjoy more episodes please come and find us on⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.patreon.com/Haunted_History_Chronicles⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ to support the podcast, gain a wealth of additional exclusive podcasts, writing and other content. Links to all Haunted History Chronicles Social Media Pages, Published Materials and more:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ https://linktr.ee/hauntedhistorychronicles⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ *NEW* Podcast Shop: ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.teepublic.com/user/haunted-history-chronicles⁠⁠⁠⁠ Guest Links: https://www.peterwisebooks.com https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B0CDRXTS2P --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hauntedchronicles/message

Full Tank with Phil - NASCAR Gambling
Winning Watkins Glen with @WryCape!

Full Tank with Phil - NASCAR Gambling

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 16, 2023 91:31


We've got back to back road course races on the schedule, and for that, we needed to call in some backup to help breakdown this Watkins Glen race. For that, our guy WryCape is here to the rescue. After giving a quick betting recap of the Indy Road Course for the pod last week, Wry jumps on and we touch a number of different topics. He gives us his take on the 2023 season, and how he's doing from a gambling perspective, how he did last week at Indy, and his approach this week coming out of that race. We play another game of "Buy or Sell" with some current topics in NASCAR. Finally, we dig into the numbers of Watkins Glen and build a betting card throughout!

In The Wry Podcast
Episode 70 with Jamar Hall

In The Wry Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 26, 2023 65:50


Albuquerque comedian Jamar Hall joins Curt Fletcher to talk about his comedy career, who some of his favorite comics are and more in this episode!This show is part of the Spreaker Prime Network, if you are interested in advertising on this podcast, contact us at https://www.spreaker.com/show/4698338/advertisement

AA Grapevine's Podcast
Many Paths to Spirituality [Season 5, Episode 4]

AA Grapevine's Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 24, 2023 38:21


Jenn, a delegate to the General Service Conference, talks to Don and Sam about keeping an open mind and accepting the group conscience. Jenn also tells how she never thought drinking was the problem—until she read the big book. Cindy contributes an "Ask it Basket" question; and Brian calls in an old joke from the Ham-on-Wry days of Grapevine.You can email us at podcast@aagrapevine.org. To record an Ask-It-Basket question or a recovery-related joke, call 212-870-3418 or email a voice recording to podcast@aagrapevine.orgWhile we provide the podcast at no charge, we do have expenses. Grapevine is the only AA entity that does not accept contributions, so to support the AA Grapevine Podcast, please subscribe to Grapevine Magazine in print or digital, provide a subscription to someone in need through our 'Carry the Message" program, or purchase books or other items at aagrapevine.org/store

Criterion Creeps
Criterion Creeps Episode 346: Stranger Than Paradise

Criterion Creeps

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 13, 2023 136:04


"Wry" Podcast's intro song 'Here Come the Creeps' by Ugly Cry Club. You can check out her blossoming body of work here: uglycryclub.bandcamp.com/releases Like us on Facebook! www.facebook.com/criterioncreeps/ Follow us on that Twitter! twitter.com/criterioncreeps Follow us on Instagram! instagram.com/criterioncreeps We've got a Patreon too, if you are so inclined to see this podcast continue to exist as new laptops don't buy themselves: patreon.com/criterioncreeps You can also subscribe to us on Soundcloud, iTunes, Google Play, and Stitcher!

Chicken Breeds Types Guides - chickenidentifier.com
Wry Neck In Chickens: Causes, Treatment & Prevention

Chicken Breeds Types Guides - chickenidentifier.com

Play Episode Listen Later May 26, 2023 8:39


Wry neck in chickens is one of those things that can feel very distressing the first time you see it but experienced homesteaders know very well what it is and how to deal with it. More importantly, the more experienced you become, the less often you'll encounter this issue as you'll get more proficient in wry neck prevention. So, what exactly is wry neck in chickens, what causes it, and how to deal with it? Let's go over each point below.  Full:  Wry Neck In Chickens: Causes, Treatment & Prevention 

In The Wry Podcast
Episode 67 with Jake Otero

In The Wry Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 10, 2023 82:04


Albuquerque comedian, Jake Otero joins Curt on the podcast to talk about what life's been like since he started comedy and a lot more in this episode!

In The Wry Podcast
Episode 66 Interview with Justin Clutter

In The Wry Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 5, 2023 79:37


Curt's childhood friend, Justin Clutter joins the show to talk about life as a high school coach, a lot of sports talk on this one. They've been friends for over 30 years!

In The Wry Podcast
Episode 65

In The Wry Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 28, 2023 20:57


Curt recaps his latest shows

In The Wry Podcast
Episode 64

In The Wry Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 8, 2023 22:10


Curt talks about one-liners, some of his favorite one-liner comics, and he did some family tree search and finds out he's related to one of his favorite football players and a comedian he's known for years.

In The Wry Podcast
Episode 63

In The Wry Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 19, 2023 25:59


In this episode Curt ranks his favorite comedy specials from 2022. Which ones were your favorites?

In The Wry Podcast
Episode 62

In The Wry Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 4, 2023 19:07


Hey it's 2023! Curt talks about the new year, some of his goals and also talks shit about Chris D'Elia.

In The Wry Podcast
Episode 61

In The Wry Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 26, 2022 22:16


Curt talks about pretty much nothing on this episode, recaps his trip to El Paso and he rides the Greyhound bus again!

Red Wine Reads
Book Review: The Diamond Eye by Kate Quinn

Red Wine Reads

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 30, 2022 32:45


A Russian female sniper during WWII who has more kills under her belt than most of the men in her own army. She's also good friends with First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt. Oh and this is all a true story.   The Diamond Eye takes place in 1937 Kiev (now known as Kyiv). Wry and bookish history student Mila Pavlichenko organizes her life around her library job and her young son—but Hitler's invasion of Ukraine and Russia sends her on a different path. Given a rifle and sent to join the fight, Mila must forge herself from studious girl to deadly sniper—a lethal hunter of Nazis known as Lady Death. When news of her three hundredth kill makes her a national heroine, Mila finds herself torn from the bloody battlefields of the eastern front and sent to America on a goodwill tour. Still reeling from war wounds and devastated by loss, Mila finds herself isolated and lonely in the glittering world of Washington, DC—until an unexpected friendship with First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt and an even more unexpected connection with a silent fellow sniper offer the possibility of happiness. Based on a true story, The Diamond Eye is a haunting novel of heroism born of desperation, of a mother who became a soldier, of a woman who found her place in the world and changed the course of history forever. [Summary shortened from Amazon] Our Historical Fiction expert, Abby Williams, is here to talk about all things bada** women war heroes.    In this episode we cover:  Why Alexi, though sexy and a doctor, is actually the worst villain in any book.  Why Kate Quinn needs to be crowned the queen of historical fiction right this minute. How our college journalism professor fits into this episode.  Open your book and press play on a podcast episode that will have you running through the snow barefoot with antique pistols in your pocket.  Mentioned in the Pairings section of the podcast: The Great (TV Show) The Huntress (Book) Hidden Figures (Movie) The Nightingale (Book) The Hunger Games (Movie) Mulan (Movie) Wine Pairings: Prisoner   ***  Once you're done listening, hop onto our Instagram and TikTok @rwreadspodcast to give us your thoughts on the discussion and the book. We look forward to hearing from you! 

In The Wry Podcast
Episode 59

In The Wry Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 26, 2022 23:48


In this episode Curt recaps his trip to Wichita, talks about some old Greyhound trips, his show at a speakeasy in Albuquerque, and more!

The FRDi Show
[EXPLICIT] Che Durena on Comedians Stealing Jokes, Bad Drivers, & Fighting 3 Foot Lions (Ep. 102)

The FRDi Show

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 17, 2022 48:41


See Che on tour: https://www.chedurena.com/ What's the biggest bummer at the end of summer? What do you want to be buried in? What's the most annoying thing other drivers do? Sometimes when you poop it disappears where does it go? Wry have fight a duck with laser vision or a new or a puppy? Do you think psychics exist? How many 3 foot lions could you take with an unbreakable baseball bat? What animal should go extinct?

In The Wry Podcast
Episode 58

In The Wry Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 15, 2022 28:02


Curt talks about his trip to Vegas, hanging with Bowling For Soup, Less Than Jake, meeting Sebastian Bach. He recaps his shows in Oklahoma City and he remembers former Drowning Pool singer, Dave Williams.

In The Wry Podcast
Episode 57

In The Wry Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 3, 2022 30:43


Talking about recent shows, postponing some upcoming shows, and I rank my favorite late night talk show hosts.

In The Wry Podcast
Episode 56

In The Wry Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 15, 2022 23:46


Curt Fletcher talks about his recent gigs, Netflix is a Joke specials and Dave Chappelle.

In The Wry Podcast
Episode 54

In The Wry Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 16, 2022 37:43


In this episode Curt remembers Jeff Jones, who sadly passed away recently, talks about his upcoming shows, George Carlin and Richard Pryor documentaries, why does SNL suck?

In The Wry Podcast
Episode 53

In The Wry Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 1, 2022 47:54


Curt is trying a new format with the podcast, no more interviews just more Curt! This episode he talks about performing with Theo Von, a mini tour, his top 5 comedians of all time and more!

Says You! - A Quiz Show for Lovers of Words, Culture, and History

Mum's the Word @ Suffolk University – Centennial Celebration From Beacon Hill, Boston, MA with host Richard Sher Stereo Left: Carolyn Faye Fox, Arnie Reisman, Paula Lyons Stereo Right: Tony Kahn, Francine Achbar, Barry Nolan Music: Milton Academy Jazz Combo   Rounds Played: Round 1: Maternal terms Round 2: Bluff (optotype) Round 3: Wry wine Round 4: Bluff (bludge) Spotlight Round: What's the Difference Round 5: Motherly Music/Musical Adjacencies

Embers and Wind
Celebrating Creative Thinking and Humor

Embers and Wind

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 26, 2022 35:27


Welcome to Embers and Wind!Guest Lisa David Olson talks about her book “It's called Laughs on Wry, and it's an improvisor's memoir finding humor through childhood abuse, failed marriages and other hurdles. And the tagline that I have on there that really defines my life is ‘a life made of choices instead of excuses'. I grew up in a traumatic childhood setting where my mother was a functioning alcoholic who would have fits of rage. And I know now as an adult that she was self-medicating herself. And I wouldn't have known that then as a kid.” Lisa then shares “My book talks about the severity of the horrid parts of my life. It also talks about the joy that my mother brought me. It was a hell of a roller coaster ride. She's the one that made me believe I could sing and that I could act and that I was funny. You know, it was the weirdest up and down.”I'm your host, Keith Weedman. In each podcast episode, you will hear stories. These stories will feel like a tender wind blowing on the embers of service that glow within you. In this weekly show, you will learn ideas, kindling for your embers. It will be your choice to utilize the gentle wind to ignite the kindling. In this episode, Lisa David Olson shares how finding humor changed her life. She talks about her work as a business humorist which she launched in 2019 to help her clients find joy through humor. Lisa states humor brings joy to the workplace. She asserts that she considers herself to be a prankster. She shares that she only practices harmless pranks. Lisa notes before becoming a business humorist that she spent 20 years writing, running, performing, organizing and producing a sketch comedy troop which prepared her to become a business humorist. She notes that she is different than other business humorists because she likes to interact with the audience and does not stand behind a podium. She talks about her two TEDx Talks, Can Humor Save Your Life is about how she learned to use humor to cope with her traumatic life . Her second TEDx Talk is about her passion for harmless pranks. Lisa shares In addition to working with companies to help them learn how to use humor to bring joy into the workplace that she loves coaching people to prepare them to deliver a TEDx Talk and to bring humor into their speeches To connect with Lisa, she recommends connecting on Facebook or visiting her company's website, which is the website listed for this episode. You can find her on Facebook here: https://www.facebook.com/lisa.olson.improv.buddy. You can also connect with Lisa on Instagram and LinkedIn. To learn from Lisa, she invites you to send her an email at lisa@lisadavidolson.com. She closes this episode by inviting you to accept this benevolent Call-to-Action: Be bold. Be brave! Dare yourself daily and stay weird! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

INTHEKLOSET
Ep13: Going Live: Vomit, Dr.Avery, and Dingleberries.

INTHEKLOSET

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 14, 2022 48:52


This episode was previously recorded in September. Lou and Red went live on Instagram and had a great time with their supporters. Kicking it off with a few Would You Rather's. 2:39 WRY be terrible in bed or a terrible kisser 2:57 Would you judge a girl more for having an extra tooth brush in her house for you or a condom on deck 4:10 Pornstar sex or passionate lover 5:15 WYR eat a girl out on her period or get toilet paper in your mouth from her not wiping properly 6:58 Lick ass or suck toes Follow us on social media Red @secretsqwrrel and Lou @_vanwilder_ and follow our Kloset page @_inthekloset_

In The Wry Podcast
Episode 52 Interview with Chuck Parker

In The Wry Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 9, 2022 66:48


Musician/Comedian Chuck Parker joins Curt to talk about his life touring with Deaf Pedestrians, his new career as a stand up comedian and a lot more in this episode!

In The Wry Podcast
Episode 51 Interview with Damian from Midnight 76

In The Wry Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 2, 2022 54:42


Musician Damian joins the show to talk about his newest album by Midnight 76, his time as a musician in other bands and more in this episode!

Anchorpersons: A News Podcast
Anchorpersons Episode 060 - Murder and Mayohem

Anchorpersons: A News Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 11, 2022 50:18


Anchors weigh you down, cut loose with your news. This episode was published February 11, 2022. Main News • Dial M for Mayo • Who let the dogs out? This guy • Olympics - more like FAKE SNOWlympics • The Ghost of a Racer encourages reckless endangerment and more! Touching Tips (Dating) Emotional Weather (Dry, Wry, Shy-Shy) State Up (Tennessee) VISIT OUR WEBSITE: anchorpersonspodcast.com See Gene & Greg's Blogs, listen to full episodes and more! Email us: anchorpersonspodcast@gmail.com Find us on Twitter: @anchorpersons Please subscribe, like, rate and review our show! Listen to us on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, Google Podcasts or the podcatcher of your choice! Please, do your ears a favor and check out our friends at Brose. It's the only hang podcast we listen to, because it's SUCH a good hang. Check them out here: Brose

Planet Poet - Words in Space
Philip Pardi Meditations on Rising and Falling

Planet Poet - Words in Space

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 10, 2021 50:56


Planet Poet-Words in Space  – NEW PODCAST!  LISTEN to my October 26th, 2021 WIOX show with my in-studio guest, poet, essayist, translator and teacher, Philip Pardi who will read from and discuss his prize-winning poetry collection, Meditations on Rising and Falling and talk about his life as writer, activist and teacher.  Philip Pardi is the author of Meditations on Rising and Falling (University of Wisconsin Press), which won the Brittingham Prize and the Writers' League of Texas Award for Poetry. His poems, essays, and translations have appeared widely in journals and anthologies. His most recent project, completed with the support of the NEA, is a volume of selected translations by the Salvadoran poet Claudia Lars. He teaches at Bard College and serves on the Advisory Board of LIDE, a non-profit organization devoted to empowering and educating Haitian girls through the arts.On Meditations on Rising and Falling: “A truly exceptional volume of poems. Wry, wise, and powerful, this work offers highly nuanced sketches and shrewdly observed scenes of profound human reckoning. With a child's awe and an adult's caution—and compassionate care—the speaker in these calm and elegantly philosophical poems wins our trust time and time again. The measured, lyric ease of these poems is matched only by their superb tonal complexity and masterful, celebratory ease.”—David St. John, Brittingham Prize judge

Agile Self-Development
Ep. 30 - WTF Is Connecting through Humor with Lisa David Olson

Agile Self-Development

Play Episode Play 59 sec Highlight Listen Later Aug 4, 2021 42:55


They say laughter is the best medicine!  I've read that Sigmund Freud, the father of psychoanalysis, identified the power of laughter to let go of stress in times of crisis. On this episode, I'm joined by Lisa David Olson as we discuss how humor and laughter creates connection between people.  Lisa David Olson, Business Humorist, Tedx speaker, fellow podcaster and author of Laughs on Wry - an improvisor's memoir. Lisa describes her story as a Traumedy and says that humor saved her life.On this episode, Lisa and I talk about how humor and laughter creates connection. Want to work with Lisa?  Mention you heard about her from me - Helene - on The Agile Self-Development Podcast for a special rate! Follow and learn more about Lisa David Olson: InstagramStranger Connections PodcastLinkedInFacebookGet your What Ifs and Why Nots Journal Lisa spoke about on http://lisadavidolson.com!Get Laughs on Wry - an improvisor's memoir on AmazonGet Lisa's Phun on the Phone recorded pranks!

Sip the Sauce
EP.15 Business Humorist: Lisa David Olson

Sip the Sauce

Play Episode Listen Later May 10, 2021 27:22


This episode features Business Humorist, TEDx Speaker, and Author Lisa David Olson. Lisa started out as a well known improv comedian then shifted into an Author and Speaker. Today her focus is on helping businesses and entrepreneurs grow and define their business. She does this by using her business journal "What Ifs & Why Nots."  The journal is filled with creative cues to inspire different perspectives and self-innovation.   She also has a book titled "Laughs on Wry," where she writes about finding comedy and laughter despite growing up in a challenging environment, and how humor saved her life. Also, you can get to know her better by checking out her podcast "Stranger Connections," where you get your podcasts!

The Ethical Evolution Podcast
Ethical Humour with Lisa David Olson

The Ethical Evolution Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 1, 2021 43:13


Anyone that knows me knows that I love to have a laugh and have been known to make others laugh often. It's no surprise that I invited my next guest to be on the show to not only share her story but also her powerful message of humour as connector and a healer. Lisa David Olson is speaker, creative coach and author of her memoir Laughs on Wry in which she shares how humour saved her life after an abusive childhood. Based in Minnesota USA, Lisa has been a writer, performer of sketch comedy, parody songs and improvisation for decades and fills hearts with joy wherever she goes. I hope you enjoy this thought provoking and laugh inducing conversation with Lisa as much as I did. This podcast is brought to you by http://www.ethicalchangeagency.com (Ethical Change Agency).

Philly Sports Passion Podcast
UnScripted Jeopardy Tournament 2020: 2nd Round Matchup- #1

Philly Sports Passion Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 29, 2020 64:00


The second round of the Unscripted Jeopardy Tournament 2020 starts with a matchup between Wry, John and Stephanie. Doug will be the host. Follow us on Twitter @Eunscriptedpo