Because of the following special program, seven brides for seven brothers will not be presented this evening.

Guys, I'm meeting junk and watching rubbish. You better come out and stop me. Hi, this is Dick Miller.

You're listening to Junk Food Cinema.

Who were these guys?

Yeah. Happy holiday, you filthy animals, and welcome to a very Salisbury Christmas.

Folks, folks, Merry Christmas.

You'll shake your eye out, kid.

Every time of failing, an angel gets his wings.

For a couple of hours out of the whole year, we are the people that we always hoped we would be.

Welcome to the party, pal.

Yes, much like the holiday variety specials of yesteryear, we are bringing you a star-studded night of magic right into your living rooms.

And who will be stopping by, you might be wondering?

Well, shut up and I'll tell you, members of the Salisbury family guest stars like mama junk food unfiltered wife baby junk food and

Prince junk food in a patron sub and last but not least Art Carney oh wait no sorry I

meant today's guest you know him you tolerate him from replay per view the patron

discord and the same uterus from which I sprang it's Blake Balakay Salisbury

man that is a very weird intro was totally fine until the whole like uterus

thing but hello everybody how are you doing we really should call it a weeteris

because it wasn't just you that came out of there. It was both of us.

We don't have to call it that. We don't have to do that at all as it turns out. And you know what, Blake? This is exactly what happens when Cargill grabs a shovel and fucks off to South Bend to do something. I don't know. He's going up there with a trash can full of salt. I don't know what's happening.

He's going to Toronto. Toronto with no

Toronto with tea. No tea. There's one tea at the beginning and that's

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