I'll make everything very plain to you.

To begin with, I was born without eelopes, a well-known congenital distinction of Blo-Champ ancestry,

like the Habsburg lip or the aork nose of the Medici. Gold balls. Yeah.

This is Film Sack. Oh sure. Well, well, what do we have here? It's time for Film Sack.

Mind in the very depths of film entertainment for all mankind, this is episode 647.

Joined today by Brian, oh I'm Scott Johnson by the way.

Joined today by Brian, he has a big bread number eight on his inner thigh,

I swear it done away.

Ooh, look at that. Oh, hi. 8 on his inner thigh, I swear it done away. O hi!

This week on Film Sack, we're high on top of Her Majesty's

secret service for approved vacation

when we head to the Swiss Alps of streaming HBO Max Max for some allergy relief

and genealogy talk with Loebless Spectra super villain Blow failed after we

almost quit our day job is double-O-number spy guys and narrowly avoid accepting a bride-by-by-by-by-by-by-by-by-by

how do you say a bride-by-by-by-by-by he's gonna give me a bribe for a bride to marry a contestant with a death wish nice bride bride

Yeah, a bride bride American Tesla with a death wish granted look

It's complicated. It was 1969 dudes any who

They got me locked up in this teeny room all by myself all revved up after a hot dinner date with international hoties with very specific and ironic regional food allergies and the only

entertainment I have is this centerfold I ripped out of a Playboy magazine earlier

that I stepped into my man skirt on the way here and thought of this number written

and lipstick on my inner tie now I could construct a device to escape and find

number eight or hello me, it's me again. In nap time. Randy? This never happened to the

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