August 18th, 1973, news of a bizarre chainsaw-wielding family, reports which were to ignite the

world's imagination, began to filter out of Central Texas.

Regrettably, not one of the family members was ever apprehended,

and for more than ten years nothing further was heard.

Then, over the next several years at least two minor yet apparently related incidents were

reported. Then again, nothing. For five long years, silence. You're a bona fide.

You're a bona fide moron.

This is FilmSack. Oh sure. Oh, sure.

Oh, hello there and, and

oh, hello there and welcome to Film Sack.

This is Film Sack,

My name is the very depths of film entertainment for all mankind episode 671.

Welcome to Sack Tober, everyone. My name is Scott Johnson.

Joined today by Brian, shut up Barry Dunaway. I'm shutting up already and

I'm stuck in a cooler of some sort calling from the murder house oh hi this

week on the film sack we ain't all right all right when we return of the Texas

some lipstick right onto this leather face chainsaw, dancer in the streets,

massacre in the sheets.

Uh-oh, he saw us run with your electromotorized remote-controlled leg

gear as fast as you can to the pakak,

where we are streaming for our lives to survive this 1995 part

of four horror sequel that perfectly encapsulates Brian Ibbets prom date of the same year.

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