Your sales force, Ray? I may have some. I will. Tomorrow I'll return it and I'll say thank you very much, sir. But under very, very careful consideration, I would have to say, it's not big enough. I need a driver-side airbag in the bathroom and I'll see you. Ray Cochran, the man the myth. want to have a good time

this is film this is film sound I want to have a good fucking time tonight, all right? This is FilmSound.

Oh, sure. Hello, everyone.

And welcome to Film Sack.

This is Film Sack,

minding the very depth of will,

film entertainment or ill entertainment.

This is pretty ill. Ill entertainment. Depsavilleseville. It's my new podcast. I like it. I'll tune in as soon as we're done here. For all mankind is who we do it for. My name is Scott Johnson and I'm joined today by Brian. He's not even sure. He's insured for this RV done away. I am totally not and it is made a toast. Oh, hi. This week on film, Zach will lead the comforts of our quiet small balls, suburban home life and slow-mo pile into fast-talking Jeremy Pivens mobile mini bar in early 90s electronic expo of a recreational vehicle. For a judgment night of fun, when we pump up the jam of the short-lived rap-rop rock, rock, rap-rop, rap-rock, subgenre, and reverse off the expressway and

ride into the big balls of a 1993 Chicago inner-city action thriller, now chasing

this down and hurling insults like a scumbag, dentistry, mouth close-up no one asked for.

Hey, is that Everlast or the edge?

My memory says the edge, but my eyes are seeing

Everlast. Jump up, jump up, and get down.

Anywho, welcome to the Royal Order of Train Hopping Hobos.

Please take a seat. I'm kidding, of course.

We can't afford those or lights, so please find a spot to stand, stare, and stink until someone opens the door, and then we can all scurry away as fast our holy hobo shoes and stiff joints can take us. I see we have some new members from the suburbs. If you're here for the night train, the drink, you read the flyer wrong. Comment mistake. First point of order, ball size health check. Who has big balls? And the door is opening. That's our cue, boys. Fly like the wind, you beautiful dregs of society. Oh, no, they got Billy. So much potential. Randy? Randy, nobody is bringing dates. Oh, come on, Randy.

Don't go away, mad.

Just go away.

Oh, my gosh, dude.

All-timer.

Well done.

Yeah.

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