Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I'm not dead, am I? - Yes, you are! Shut up!
Right.
It sucks co-o-o-ck!
Before he came, it hit him.
You like that? They taught it in the army.
Ooh!
- Paul Denton? - Uh-huh.
too eager, too stunned to speak.
- Well, then, what is it? - Dick.
You know, I find myself talking to you when you're not even around.
- The tutorial on the post-modern condition? - Yeah.
You notice there aren't any clocks in my room
He instantly went hard. She was crying, but she let him pull her clothes off.
- Wait... - For what?! You owe me fucking money!
and telling people I couldn't get it up.
I try to fart and instead shit my pants. Back in my hotel room, I masturbate.
[DONOVAN] ♫ Yellow is the colour of my true love's hair
♫ Yellow is the colour of my true love's hair
♫ Can't stop that feeling for long, no
Gotcha!
Security? Security? What do you need, a formal fucking invitation?!
[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]
Really, it's...it's totally blank. I...I...
- ♫ Ready! - ♫ For music! ♫
She's out of town. Do you have a thing for her?
[SOBS]
Deal with it, Sean, it's over. Rock 'n' roll.
I'm just getting ready to go to the party.
If the condom is 98% safe and he wears two, then you're 196% safe.
When I came to, he was fucking me, but he didn't know I was a virgin and it hurt.
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYS BACKWARDS]
I can leave now, go back to my room.
- Yeah, it does. - And what classes are you taking, Dick?
I'm staying at Home House, the most beautiful hotel in the world.
Is it ever gonna end?
Oh, my God, it was some townie!
- Would you fucking tell him?! - OK.
♫ No, I can't forget tomorrow
♫ Stop! Don't jump before you look, get hung up on a hook
- How young is she? - Is she out of the car seat onto my meat?
Who?
What do I think?
He's, well, not well. He's been under a lot of stress with midterms starting.
- Who's the lucky boy? - Not telling.
I imagine the things in life that never were and all the things that could have been.
Rupert's in the kitchen.
- Victor, shut up, it's me. - Oh...of course.
♫ If living is without you
- Can I change the CD? - Shut up!
A few tests on Harry and I'm sure I could prove he's dead.
Wasn't me.
Oh, sorry, what was I talking about?
"Got you. You're mine now for the rest of the day, week, month, year, life.
Maybe I'll see you at the next Pre-Saturday Party Party...Sean Bateman.