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This Wednesday, September 21 on SuicideGirls Radio, hosts Nicole Powers and Bradley Suicide will be joined by the boys from Carolla Drinks, who’ll be bringing us a case or three of their brand spanking new IPA!

Head brewer Phil McDaniel of King Harbor Brewing (@KingHarborbrew ) will be on hand to guide our palettes as we experience Adam Carolla’s latest creation, Endless Rant. Plus we’ll have more of the Carolla crew on hand — Ray Oldhafer (@RayOldhafer), Chris Laxamana (@ChrisLaxamana), Patrick and Caelan – just to ensure everything goes down smoothly!

**UPDATE**

ICYMI: Watch last night’s show feat. the craft beermakers behind Endless Rant and the boys from the Carolla Drinks crew here or via the player below.

“I like to make a statement… and then another, and another, and another… And I don’t settle when it comes to cars, politics, music… Or BEER. So I set out to create a great brew to fuel barstool arguments and tailgate pontification. While still embracing the classic citrus notes of a West Coast IPA. A beer that makes a statement. Thus, Endless Rant IPA was born.” – Adam Carolla.

You can listen – and watch – SuicideGirls Radio live on Wednesday nights from 8 til 9 PM at our state-of-the-art, all digital home: zinna.tv

If you have questions for the SG Radio crew or our guests, you can call in during the live broadcast at: 1-855-TRV-inLA (1-855-878-4652)

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The World’s Leading BYOB Radio Show Is Sponsored By Mangria

“As a nightly consumer of red wine, I was shocked one evening to find I had just half a glass left in the bottle. So I did what any decent alcoholic, ex-con, American would do… I went to the fridge and the liquor cabinet, then poured, mixed and measured. Thus Mangria was born.” — Adam Carolla

For more info visit Carolla Drink’s website, Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.

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This Wednesday, March 23rd on SuicideGirls Radio, hosts Nicole Powers and Moxi and Bradley Suicide will be joined by the gorgeous Lynette Carolla — host of the For Crying Out Loud and 10th Avenue podcasts and wife of professional complainer, Adam Carolla. She also happens to be a spokeswoman for Mangria, a Carolla Drinks concoction created by her husband in a moment of desperation (see below) that we’ll be “testing” during the show!

You can listen – and watch – the world’s leading BYOB radio show live on Wednesday nights from 8 til 9 PM at our state-of-the-art all digital home: TradioV.com.

If you have questions for the SG Radio crew or our guests, you can call in during the live broadcast at: 1-855-TRV-inLA (1-855-878-4652)

For updates on all things SG Radio-related, like us on Facebook and follow us on Twitter and Instagram.

**UPDATE**

ICYMI: Watch last night’s show feat. Lynette Corolla and Mangria CEO Jay Miller here or via the player below:

About Mangria

“As a nightly consumer of red wine, I was shocked one evening to find I had just half a glass left in the bottle. So I did what any decent alcoholic, ex-con, American would do… I went to the fridge and the liquor cabinet, then poured, mixed and measured. Thus Mangria was born.” — Adam Carolla

For more info visit Carolla Drink’s website, Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.

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Ahoy mateys! This Wednesday, December 9th, SG Radio wenches Moxi Suicide, Nicole Powers, and Bradley Suicide will set sail with The Dread Crew Of Oddwood, who will be talking about — and previewing songs from — their new album Lawful Evil. The album, which is being recorded using “donations” extorted and plundered from Kickstarter, is scheduled for release in March 2016, but you can preorder the audio booty NOW via the band’s website.

You can listen – and watch – the world’s leading BYOB radio show live on Wednesday nights from 8 til 9 PM at our state-of-the-art all digital home: TradioV.com.

**UPDATE**

A yo, ho, ho and several bottles of rum! Watch last week’s show here or in the player below!

If you have questions for the SG Radio crew or our guests, you can call in during the live broadcast at: 1-855-TRV-inLA (1-855-878-4652)

For updates on all things SG Radio-related, like us on Facebook and follow us on Twitter.

About The Dread Crew of Oddwood

The Dread Crew of Oddwood is a folk metal band known for its pirate-themed music played exclusively on acoustic instruments. They have dubbed this unique style as Heavy Mahogany.

Over the past 6 years The Dread Crew of Oddwood has independently booked 8 national tours, performing at over 70 venues throughout the U.S. and Canada. In early 2015, they supported Alestorm and Swashbuckle on their quest for hooks and booty on Piratefest North America. This crew of bearded brigands packs bars and concert halls with rabid fans that flock to experience a headbanging, jig-dancing, pirate-filled adventure. Locally, they’ve directly supported the bands Turisas, Firewind, Rhapsody of Fire, Arkona, Heidevolk, Stolen Babies, Buckethead, and Steam Powered Giraffe.

By infusing the raw energy of heavy metal with Celtic folk music, The Dread Crew of Oddwood’s Heavy Mahogany style has carved a distinct and popular niche in the heavy metal community. They riff and shred on the accordion, mandolin, bouzouki, tin whistle, toy piano, acoustic guitar, upright bass, and “Oddkit”, while weaving grandiose tales of comrades lost, bloody sieges, drunken debauchery, zombies, airships, and time travel! The Dread Crew of Oddwood recently finished recording their latest acoustic monstrosity ‘Lawful Evil’ which was successfully crowdfunded on Kickstarter and is set for release in March 2016.

For more info visit The Dread Crew of Oddwood’s website, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and YouTube channel.

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Watch The Dread Crew of Oddwood previous invasion of the SG Radio studio in November 2014.

By Blogbot

On last week’s SuicideGirls Radio, actress, Garage Squad host, and mixologist extraordinaire Heather Storm whipped up a tasty Redhead for our delectation and delight.

If you’d like to try a fresh Skinny Redhead of your own, here’s how to make one:

Ingredients

• 1 oz fresh lemon juice
• 0.5–1 oz fresh pomegranate juice (see how to video here!)
• 1 slice ginger
• 1 sprig rosemary
• pinch of organic stevia powder
• 1.5 oz bourbon

Directions

• 1. Muddle fresh ginger, rosemary, fresh lemon juice.
• 2. Add pomegranate juice and stevia. Stir.
• 3. Add bourbon and ice. Shake well.
• 4. Strain over fresh ice in a double old fashioned glass.
• 5. Garnish with burnt rosemary and pomegranate seeds.

“Pomegranates are one of the oldest known fruits and are the symbol of health, fertility, and eternal life.  The tart juice is full of antioxidants, vitamins and compounds such as punacalagin, shown to benefit the heart and blood vessels. I love their vibrant color and they happen to be in season, perfect for the holidays.” — Heather Storm

For more eco-conscious cocktail recipes visit Heather’s blog.

by Laurelin

I’ve always been a hopeless romantic. As tough as I make myself out to be, when it comes down to it, I have always believed in the concept of love really being all you need in life. I have never been able to understand women who married for money or notoriety; how can you look yourself in the mirror every day? Growing up I loved fairy tales; I always listened, unable to sleep until happily ever after. I suppose I still believe that’s a thing, happily ever after. Or is it?

As my 31st birthday approaches I am acutely aware that I am not where I thought I would be by this age. I am not married, I don’t own a house, I don’t have kids, I don’t have money saved – hell, I don’t even have a boyfriend. Am I broken? Has believing in something perfect turned me off to something realistic?

As the minutes tick by and turn to hours that turn to weeks that turn to years, I’m wondering, does that fairy tale still exist? Is love all you really need, or is stability something that I should be looking for as well? I have always found comfort in looking back on my dating history. I have loved so many types of people: tall, short, fat, hairy, bald, muscular… Some have been drop dead gorgeous, other have left my friends wondering if I had gone temporarily blind. Either way, I have always loved every single one of those men. I don’t care one way or another what they looked like or what they had to offer besides their love – and I have never, ever been sorry.

Are things different now? Should I be worried if someone I care for isn’t perfect on paper? Is love really just… enough? My favorite love story of all time is Charles Dickens’ Great Expectations. For those who haven’t read it, it’s about a boy who falls in love with a girl at a young age. She is everything to him, and she eventually breaks his heart, and he is ruined. The story takes you through his whole life with her, without her, his life thinking of her, getting over her, running into her years later (just like we all run into ex’s), and in the end, they somehow wind up together. Years pass, lives change, marriages happen and decay, children, jobs, family… Life happens. And in the end, they just knew it was love the whole time. It’s perfect. Is that the way it could all be? Or is it just that, a tale woven by an author in the 1860s?

It doesn’t matter either way. I find that no matter what I tell myself, no matter what I feel like I should do, my heart is always going to lead the way. I don’t care if you don’t have any money, I don’t care if you don’t have the perfect job. I don’t care if you’re a 30-year-old bartender, a broke ass writer, or a fancy pants pro-wrestler on TV. When it comes to matters of the heart, I will always be that hopeless romantic.

As black hearted as I feel sometimes there is always that hope, that faith that love is simply enough. I am lucky to have loved deeply in my life, and I know what it is, and what it’s capable of. As 31 approaches, I don’t feel lost in love at all. I feel in control, like I won’t settle for anything but head over heels, totally blind, never ever looking back love. And that is anything but hopeless.

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by Laurelin

There are defining moments in everyone’s life, milestones that we’ll never forget: Births, deaths, epic parties, love or love lost. These are moments in time you’ll have imprinted in your memory forever. Whatever that moment was, it changed you as a person and it changed the path of your life. Sometimes the second it happens you know right away, and other times it takes a while. Sometimes it needs to soak until finally something clicks and you think, “Wow, that was really something.”

It all seems to fall into place when you look back on it; hours that turn to days that turns to months, and all the while you’re changing but you never know exactly how or when. We scoff at the years past, our clothing or our significant others, our fights and friendships. We know that where we are right now we are the most enlightened, we have learned from our prior mistakes and we feel invincible. And then suddenly, a year later everything has changed again. The time frame moves forward and still we are unsure of how exactly we got to this place.

I remember seeing him walk into the room almost a year ago. I remember the date, the event, what I was wearing, the way I wore my hair (the same way I wear it now). I remember what I was drinking (white wine) and that it went down like tacks because it was my 30th birthday and I was so hungover from my party the night before. I remember that I almost didn’t go. When he walked in the air rushed out of the room and out of my lungs, and as we shook hands and said hello I had no idea what I was getting myself into. If someone had flashed the next year of my life before my eyes at that moment, I would have believed it to be a dream, someone else’s life, certainly not mine.

Looking back, that handshake and smile was one of those defining moments, that one-second in time where unbeknownst to you, you have actually changed your future, altered your own fate. He still has no idea; the choices I’ve made since then, how right he was about some things and how wrong he was about others. He as a whole might have been all wrong for me, but one year later I look at who I am as I write this, and I know that my life was forever changed the second I laid eyes on him. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to say thank you, but I am grateful for the new path he has shown me.

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by Laurelin

There are lies that we tell ourselves to keep our minds from wrapping around the truth. In our heart of hearts I genuinely feel like we always know what is right and what is wrong. When we make a tough decision and someone is hurt, a lot of the time the pain is manageable because you know it was the right thing to do. Whatever pain you or the other person is going through, it’s okay because you made the right choice. Other choices we make because they are easy or because they are fun. Some choices that we make will be wrong.

When it comes to the people you spend your time with you would think the choice would be easy, and always right. That’s not always the case. Lies come easier than one would think and sometimes the wrong people get a little too close. I know I can’t be with anybody right now because my mind is elsewhere. I made that choice. I push away the people who want to get close to me, but I still want them by my side every day. They are the shoulders I want to cry on. They are the ones I want to call when something amazing happens. They are the ones who I will miss once they open their eyes and realize I am a broken mess and they deserve better.

What I gravitate towards is something to fill the right now; the men who are on the road year round who stop and see me when they’re in the area and who make me feel so special that I am happy while they’re gone. I find that I like men who appear to have other lives, and I tell myself that they’re just busy (like me). But really, they have girlfriends or wives. I find that I don’t care, and I hate myself for it. Eventually they all disappear and I comfort myself by telling myself that next time I’ll choose the good guy, though I never do.

I like to think I find the good in people. That guy on the road with the girlfriend, he does amazing things for people, he changes people’s lives and he changed mine. I don’t think I could ever believe that he is a bad person, but he’s still a liar, a cheater, a mean boy. The alcoholic, the drug addict, the steroid user, the married guys, they are all broken and I suppose part of me thought I could fix them. Part of me thinks I don’t deserve any better and the other part of me literally can’t stand the thought of someone getting so close. I lie and tell myself I love the broken ones because they know just when to leave; just before it gets real.

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