Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

If you're not able to spell your name, just trace your hand!
We're turning the basement into my private sanctuary.
cristyyy coreyyyyy
Gotcha! Pussy for a pussy!
He was treating me like his fucking maid.
So... I guess this is when you pay me, right?
Of course I did! I was there all morning!
- Because I'm your father! - God, I hate this house!
You paid into that system your whole life.
Now he's kipping in clown alley with no aba-daba. Ain't you, Frank?
This isn't fucking about you!
All right, settle down.
Way better than the last asshole who had it.
grooms responsibly, and rejects communism.
Sue, I'm a little tired. I'm gonna turn in.
spit up your pride and admit it:
cockpeople!
♪ And the evil wizard lied for years ♪
- That's what a real man does. - Of course you did.
Look, Kevin, I'd love to help you with this room situation, but what can I do?
And I suppose you didn't go to the employment office?
This could be a place for me.
- Life's a special occasion, Babe. - Aren't you gonna drink with us?
One extra mayo, one hold the mustard.
Wipe the jizz off your chins and get in here.
I'm sitting with a bunch of little girls in the middle of the day
annual dues, stadium tax.
- I am not gonna take any more of this... - Afternoon, gentlemen.
You get all that, Sue?
This is a palace compared to some basements I've lived in.
My kids happen to think I'm very cool, but enough is enough.
Thank you, Funeral Academy of America!
I worked hard, I played by the rules.
Yeah, I said I was gonna do it, and I did it.
No can do, fellas. I got a big meeting with my new boss at the radio station.
The sensational new Corey Mars!
Remember this morning, what you wanted to do?
- Yeah, listen, I... - Fellas, this is Frank Murphy.