Guys, I'm meeting junk and watching rubbish.

You better come out and stop me.

All right. This is Dick Miller.

If you're listening to Junk Food to tune into this new episode of junk food cinema brought to you by FilmSchool Rejects.com.com.com. Dot com. Dot rotter. Damn. This is, of course, the weekly cult

exploitation film cast so good. It just has to be fattening. I'm your host Brian Salsbury.

And my usual co-host, Cargill, is off exploring Thanksgiving meteorites. That's what,

wait, that's what it says in the notes.

Thanksgiving meteorites, really?

Okay.

All right, sure.

So in his stead, we have a very special guest for a very special episode.

Today we are talking about a movie that I watched a lot as a teenager and is very important to me in my childhood. So therefore, I could think of no better co-host to ride side saddle on this episode than someone who knows me very well,

not just a co-host of mine from the replay per view podcast, but my actual brother from my actual mother.

Please welcome to the junk food cinema universe, Mr. Blake Salsbury.

What's Shannonaya Ho, people?

Is that, are those the lyrics? Have we learned them? After all these years, Blake,

have we finally learned those lyrics? I'm guessing no. We've certainly tried to.

We certainly have. And hey, if you want to try and decipher whatever the hell this is,

you can do that for years worth of content. If you find our back catalog on iTunes, Breaker, Spotify, wherever you

cram things in your ear holes, you can find junk food cinema. You can also, of course, follow

us on all the social medias at junk food cinema. And if you really like the show, and I mean,

really like the show. Hey, hey, you've been paying attention. If you like it as much as

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