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Hey, hey, what's happening? Hey, where's your wife? The prize is coming.

You won't miss me. What is this, huh? You're in the Navy, man. You got to look good, huh?

There we go. Cuba, what's up? Right back. Where's your wife?

Poor boy, doesn't have a dress, you know. And I got the dress up, we got the pump.

This smells like a lard omelet.

This is FilmSack.

Hello, everyone. Welcome back to FilmSack. This is FilmSack episode 504.

I'm in the very depths of film entertainment for all mankind. And yes, we do smell like a lard omelet.

My name is Scott Johnson. And I'm joined today by Brian. We'd like to call him Cubal and dance

with him in the kitchen done away.

Oh, that's all dance. Oh, hi. Hold on a second, guys. I got to make a quick phone call.

It's a little upcoming party planning business. Okay, let's see. 1-800-big old teeth.

That seems like too many digits. What the hell? Okay, it's ringing.

Oh, hello. Is this Gary Busy? Oh, good. Listen, I'm calling on behalf of an interested party

who saw your spread in the July 92 issue of Playboy. Yeah, the one where you dressed up and drag

is your ultra-ego Mary Busy. Oh, you don't remember that? That's okay. Nobody does.

Yeah. Anywho, we would like to offer you a job. What's the job? Well, it involves you reprising

your Mary Busy role and popping out of a cake for about 100-a horny sailors to gawk at you while

hooting and hollering obscenities and offering to pleasure you. What's that? You have two rules.

One, you don't do cocaine and two, you don't do cocaine anymore. Well, okay. I don't really know

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