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Gee, I was out hunting very early this morning and I heard this crash and then I found her by

the side of the road over here. I guess the motorcycle went out of control and he gave up the

ghost just before I died.

Some of them look like they're infected.

This is FilmSack.

Oh, sure.

Welcome to Sactober. Once again it's FilmSack. Episode 531, mine are the very depths of film

entertainment for all mankind. My name is Scott Johnson and I'm joined today by Brian Slappin'

or sorry. Slappin' to a Slim Jim named Jim Dunway.

Look, small town farmer and his totally not-soilant green processing meat smoker facility

and side hustle motel operation with the bad neon sign. Halt centers? That include you,

preacher Wolfman, jacking it to the hustler magazine. Hold on a second guys, I have to grab

my eight-track cassette tape and check on my secret garden full of drugged out humans buried

up to their heads. Don't worry, I slit their vocal cords so they can't scream for help

as, you know, as Sactober. Don't worry also, I use my famous farmer Smith hand sanitizer before

okay, I'm going to start looking like a whoop, don't worry, I use my famous farmer Smith hand

sanitizer while I perform the operations. Don't worry, I won't be slicing them up into bite-sized

morsels after smoking them in my smokehouse. Oh, who am I kid? My entire life is a lie. I'm totally

doing all those things. Oh, hi, Bob. Wolfman, Randy, can you please explain to me what the hell we

just watched? Oh, my lord. All right. Oh, yeah, nice, nice, girly, nice. Oh, yeah, we're

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