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I've been looking all over school for
you. Guess what?

I got Daddy's Cadillac for the night in.

Serena, what's wrong?

Johnny.

Johnny?

I got a letter from Johnny, Brenda.

He's alive.

He's coming home.

Holy cow, you're kidding.

No, it's true.

I've been right all along.

Well, what happened to him? Where's he
been?

The army says amnesia. He got rolled by
a bunch of gooks in the rice paddies one

night. He's been in a monastery all
these years.

Wow.

Then one night, not long ago, he was
bent down praying, and his cock suddenly

rose up and called to him, Johnny,
Johnny!

And he remembered me. He remembered
everything.

Wow. When's he coming home?

Oh, soon.

He says his dick is so big and hard he
has to wear it in a holster. Oh, Johnny.

He says he's going to come all over me
until I'm completely soaked like a

donut. Oh, Johnny.

K -R -U -Z, you're on the air.

Yes, I'm on the air.

And now, K -R -U -Z, The Sound of Cruise

presents The King of Cruisers. That's
right, the self -made man.

the man -made legend, Mr.

Mambo Remus.

Hello,

cruisers, losers, lowriders, and
linkhorns. Hello, hambones, hopheads,

freaks, punks, geeks, glue -sniffers,
and gruntheads, zit -pickers, and shit

-kickers. I'm Mambo Remus, and I'll be
with you all afternoon, right through

cruise countdown and on into the night,
bopping with you on the Boulevard. So

let's get cooking.

Cruise time, at the sound of the tone,
is 3 .30.

And school is out.

Do you know where your children are?

This word just in on the crew's news
line.

Babsy Bodine, the notorious Nuthouse
Nympho, made a daring break from custody

this afternoon at a local sanitarium.

Babsy, immediately following her escape,
wreaked havoc on a nearby wiener stand

where, according to several
eyewitnesses, she became sexually

foot -long kraut dog.

I repeat, Babsy Bodine is at large.
Citizens are cautioned to lock their

Crush all smokes dead out. Further
details on this...

Oh my God.

Got any, uh, weed?

Price on money, cruising time again. Not
even dark yet, no ready business to

start. Every brat in town out in that
boulevard getting their rocks off for

nothing while we end up in the
poorhouse.

How the hell can we compete with all
that free pussy?

These brats may be brats, but they ain't
no dummies.

I still think we merchants ought to just
band together and do something about

these cruisers.

You better, you sweetie patootie.

Hey, hey, hey.

I've got to see some ID.

Hey, what's the matter? You're too young
to mess with that stuff.

Hey, put down that big and funny thing.
Hey, come back here.

is your prong, presents the nude bake
-off.

Now here he is, your lovable master of
ceremonies, Monty Ball.

Welcome to the nude bake -off.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.
Because tonight is our anniversary show,

we brought back last year's champion to
face our current champion.

Now, what do you say about us meeting
the girls?

Okay, girls, you can come out now.

Last year's champion, a hometown girl,
always good for a couple of laps, Miss

Mamie Butch Von Dyke.

Butch is the... president of the local
chapter of Women's Live.

Now, now, gents, don't boo Butch.

She set a record last year for cherry
pies on one of our shows, making 38 of

them.

Sure must have been making those
cherries hard and fast that day, eh,

You should have seen how many cherries I
made last night, Buster.

This year's champion, a home economics
major from UCLA, little Betty

Boots.

Betty set a record for a date nut cake
by making over 43 of them. For how to

crack a lot of nuts, eh, Betty?

Oh, it's all right, Marty. Just
blistered my hands a little.

Have that innocent routine, you hoe.

I never.

You never my ass.

Now, now, girls, let's save our energy
for the bake -off.

Fuck off, male chauvinist pig.

Today, the girls will be making my
favorite banana cream pie.

Now, as you all know, the girl who bakes
the most banana cream pies in three

minutes will win the grand prize.

A flight to any city in the good old U
.S. of A.

For an all -expense -paid vacation!

Remember, girls, the banana you peel may
make you fly!

On your mark, get set...

And he pies.

The self -proclaimed nuthouse nympho
allegedly involved in the looting and

pillaging of Trixie's, a downtown
massage parlor, stealing an assortment

adult goods with a street value of over
$3 ,000.

Rudy Gerber, manager of Trixie's, who
had this to say.

Hey,

look, Professor Flitch.

That fucker flunked me last semester.
Yeah.

It's my sister.

She's got a thing for these muscle
freaks.

Here, change while we listen.

Oh shit.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

is details on Babsy Bodine, the
notorious nuthouse nympho.

Well, it seems there are no new details
on Babsy Bodine.

She's apparently vanished from the face
of the earth. But we'll have more on

this and other top news stories when the
cruise news picks up at the top of the

hour. So in the meantime, we're going to
cook your goose.

Here, Saria. This will relax you.

I can't believe it.

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go.

A -R -U -Z.

Crazy.

Richie takes X -lax by mistake just
before a blind date.

Don't miss the fun tonight on Crappy
Days over most of these same stations.

it on yet?

She found it.

up inside of me tonight.

My gears are grinding. My zig is
shifting. My crank cases are cranking.

tachometers are rising as the air fills
with a sweet scent of exhaust fumes.

Burning rubber.

Squealing brakes.

The boulevards are calling.

Let's scoot the booty -rooty -tooty,
baby mama.

Here comes the KRUZ countdown.

Okay. Are you ready?

Can you hear me on the boulevards?

Yeah! Kicking back in the Cadillac.

Ready to play in that cabaret.

Rock!

Getting down on some heavy sound.

Can you hear me down in old skid row?

Are you ready in the chicken coop?

In the temple of God.

Can you hear me, Babsy?

Are you ready, Rudy?

Drop dead.

Are you with me, Mama?

As the sun goes down, we be covering
ground.

The night is young and we're tired of
losing, so come on, everybody, and live.

Hey, talk on these mamas, whiskey. Come
on, man. Do it.

Hey, baby.

Want to get high?

Talk to my agent.

We'll talk on the later, all right?
Right on.

Place the male subject in a prone
position.

Familiarize yourself with the crotch
region and its various features.

Taste the warm stomach and savor the
rich layers of rippling belly flesh.

Now lift the male organ. Oh, sweet man.
meat.

Notice the striking contours of the
instrument.

Introduce yourself.

Touch lightly the ruby red tip.

Kiss it.

Caress it tenderly to your cheek, your
lips.

Wink your eye to it like the sweet kiss
of the morning butterfly.

We're getting to know each other.

Lash the tip more forcefully now and run
your tongue in hot concentric circles

around the perimeter.

then gradually down along the smooth
stem.

Savor the delightful bouquet like the
squishy raw meat of the mandis queen.

Now prepare to address the entire bulb.

Hello, bulb.

tickle the walls of your throat.

Bear down more firmly.

Clutch the base.

You are in control.

Suck it.

Heave it. Grind on it. Breathe life into
man's greatest mystery.

Okay, time to get it up, Max.

That's better.

Take it all the way in.

Eat it.

Gorge yourself. Make a feast of this
magnificent meat stick.

Suck him with hard, driving, sensual
stroke.

Deep in his loins, thick juices are
brewing, percolating, yearning to erupt

like the molten spray of Vesuvius.

The entire room is inflamed by your
passion, searing, white -hot.

I can feel it.

Almost melting the record.

And you bear down harder.

A bit faster now.

Drawing pressure on his swelling lotus,
you beckon forth his sweet nectar.

Then teasingly force it back down.

You stroke now yet faster, harder.

His passion is unbearable. Your hunger
is insatiable.

Oh, yes.

And now even faster.

Faster. Faster.

Faster.

Faster. Faster.

Faster.

Brothers who want to get saved.

Wow. All you guys want to get saved?

Let us all join hands.

No, wait. I said hands.

See,

now at the top of the hour, this is
Mambo Rebus.

With a very special surprise dedication.

This one going out to Serena from
Johnny.

Hey,

if you're crazy, crazy lovin', baby, if
you're crazy lovin' yourself, baby,

well, yeah, don't let nobody else love
you, say if you're crazy, crazy lovin'

yourself, baby.

Oh, yeah. Wow.

Because I'm just an easy boy.

Meanwhile, back on the boulevard.

Hey, man, come on, get him, man.

Hey, uh, baby, uh, now that you're all
by yourself, you want to get off with

That is no matter for you.

You know that they make their living
running

whiskey and pop pills.

We're back in that bad impression.

People are starving everywhere.

What would kill you for a dog?

Sit down and we'll get there.

This is the

Hey, man, come on, man. Come on, man.
Come on. Hey, man. No, I had to. Come

man. Come on, man.

Not again. Not again. Come on, man.
Well. Oh, man. Well.

Uh.

Bye. Bye, boys.

So, whatever you're looking for in the
way of adult thrills, you'll find that

and more at Trixie's Blue Boutique, just
off the boulevard at Bowley Pass.

And don't forget to ask Rudy for
tonight's special.

Trixies, where tricks aren't always for
kids.

Hey, fuck them boulevards, bitches, man.
We're going to get us some real snacks.

I don't know about this place, Whitey.
Shit, man, my buddy Leroy says he gets

fucked here all the time, man. All the
time.

Well, I don't know, man. I guess we'll
just have to, well, you know... Wow,

look at that snack meat. I can smell
that sir pie all the way through the

How much is that pussy in the window?

Hey, you guys, come over here.

Hey, I'll go check this out, man, okay?
Come here.

You guys want to see a good show? You
want to see a donkey show?

And Ferdinand and the pretty girl? Man,
my dad used to be a donkey show.

Hey,

you hear that, Whiskey?

Five a buck?

Five a buck.

Five bucks? No, five a buck for both of
you.

All right.

Come on, here.

Five a buck? Okay. All right. First door
to the left.

Man,

I can't see shit. Look in the mirror,
partner. You'll see plenty.

Hey, you smell something funny? Just
shut up and dig on the show, man.

I can't believe that, man. I know we're
looking for a pizza. Hey, boys. Boys.

Hey, boys.

Come here. What do you want this time,
huh?

I hate to see you boys get the heat, so
I'll tell you what I got for you. No

monkey business.

Sexual intercourse.

Yeah, man. You're going to get screwed.
Listen, man.

I don't know. I don't think so well.

Ten of them.

Both of you. Come on. It's good, huh?
Well.

Come on. I don't know if I can have one.

Hey, really.

Yeah, well, I can see why. All right.
All right. Let's do it. Take it easy,

Yeah.

Now you're talking, man.

That feels so good.

With each inch I expose, makes my
already swollen stick grow

harder.

There. Oh, shit. No longer is observing
your twin mound sufficient.

Now I must unveil your V -shaped
triangle in your buttocks.

How'd you like to unveil my foot up your
poop sheet, buddy?

Hey, come on, Whitey. Yeah.

Yeah.

Hey, man, lookie here.

Hey, that's not a bad -looking ugly
cheese there, man. Yeah, man. Meanwhile,

back on the moonlight.

Are you Z? You're on the air.

I can't go on, and I got this gun here,
and I might as well just... I'm sorry,

sir. You're going to have to turn your
set down at home. But, Mambo, I got no

reason for living, so I might as well
just pack it in and... Sir, you'll have

turn your home set off. We're on a tape
delay here.

Mambo, if you can give me one good
reason to go on, I might consider it,

Sir, you have to turn it down. How the
hell...

Thanks for your touch.

I must begin my descent.

First, pranically sucking on your coral
-tipped breath.

Yeah. Hey, man, it's getting better.

Look at that.

I fear for my sanity when your well
-trained tongue teases my tingling

If my dog had a head like that, dude,
I'd shave his balls and walk him upside

down. Come on, man.

Soon my flicking tongue will be
entangled in the black forest of your

hair.

Hurry to my slit and sample the sweet
love dew already beginning to pour from

insides.

More,

more. Don't stop.

My cum juice is spilling forth in great
surges.

Check it out. Check this shit out.

Get into that stuff, man.

Look at him. He's just slipping away.

That guy couldn't plug a hog's butt on a
bacon slab.

I'm standing behind you. My battering
ram binds its way in and out of your

cavern of love.

Man, I hope the movie we're in is better
than this one.

This feels truly superb.

I must be dreaming.

You're not dreaming.

It's such pleasure possible.

I'm almost out of my mind with ecstasy.

My lust has stemmed me whole.

Beginning to feel the nearness of the
culmination of our fairy tale -like

coupling.

No man has ever brought me to this
height of excitement.

Let's return to the love tent and finish
our unique experience.

Oh, shit, man. Let's just hit the end of
the line. Yeah, that's brilliant, son.

Yeah, man. That's enough of this crap.
Nothing here, man.

in person. A hell of a crowd brewing
here, Mambo. A hell of a crowd.

This is Bob Taffey, Cruise News, at the
end of the line, returning you now to

Mambo Remus. Thank you, Bob and Gilly.

Before we wind up here, I'd like to
invite everybody to boogie on up to the

of the line and meet us at the Cruise
Cookout, right after the show.

One last little surprise.

This one going out to Babsy Bodine,
wherever you are. This is Mambo Remus

saying, rock -a -bye.

This is a test. For the next 30 seconds,
this station will be conducting a test

of the emergency broadcast system.

This is only a test.

lost the emergency test portion of our
program.

Had this been an actual attack, you
would have been advised to tune to a

in your area whose emergency alert
system is working.

Portions of this test have been pre
-recorded.

Last week, Mambo Remus, general manager
of KRUC, broadcast an editorial in favor

of keeping the boulevard open for
cruising purposes and condemning the

harassment by local law enforcement
agencies and citizens groups,

its obligation to present opposing
viewpoints from responsible parties.

K -R -U -Z now brings you this rebuttal
from Rudy Gerber, local merchant and

manager of Crixie's Blueberry.

You know something, Mambo?

You make me sick.

And if you don't like it, you can suck
my dick.

If all our lives were busy trying
again...

as many times as you like, but remember,
this offer is limited, so act now. No

salesman will visit you when you are
under no obligation, but remember, first

come, first served.

And cars continue to prowl in, people
from all walks of life. Wombo's expected

to arrive momentarily. I can only
describe the scene here as way out.

Oh, that's far out, Wombo. Right, far
out. We'll be back after this brief

message. If you are outside our area
code, call Collect.

If you have no phone or are unable to
call, write. If you are unable to write,

give up. Remember, you must be
completely satisfied or we will

any reduced portion of your money.

And I can only repeat, whoever you are,
whatever you're doing, you've still got

time to make tracks right on down to the
end of the line where the all -star

cruise cookout is about to begin.

And remember, you are under no
obligation, but this offer is limited,

now. Just listen to others who have
tried it.

The place is packed and this crowd is
going ape. Only a few stragglers still

cruising the once crowded boulevard at
this late hour.

Fancy Bodine down there. I'm leaning out
the side here for a closer look. Holy

Toledo, he's headed straight for the
cruise cookout. I'm leaning a little

further here.

Steady, Gilly.

rustle up our saxophone player.

We're going to be getting down on some
heavy sound.

Come on, horn player.

Come on, sax man. Come on, man. You're
so slow.

Are you cruisers ready to cook tonight?

All right.

I'm going to scoot the boot of Rudy
Judy, baby mama.

Yes, yes.

Okay. Where is that son of a bitch
anyway?

Hey, man, I can't get it. What the dude,
man? Let's cook.

Yes, you should already love this game,
my brother.

beat and you've got the feet. So let's
see some boot scooting for Roland Collin

Winsky.

... ... ...

... ... ...

But I've got a real mama, real mama.

© BF

-WATCH TV 2021

We'll be

right

back.

She's a hobby.

I got a Birmingham mama, like out of
Alabama, who's going to love me.

I got a Birmingham mama, like out of
Alabama, who's going to love me.

Thank you.

We'll be right

back.

Got a hop, hop, hop, one hip to it. It
sure looks good to me.

I'm hip.