Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Do you know Sydney Huffman? - I sure do.

Now somebody has a pair.

I mean, he just, uh-

- I'm a woman. - I don't wanna fight. Just run the card, dude.

That's okay. I have both.

So every day for the next few weeks, I visited Judy as Sydney.

- Simon? Is that Simon? - What's Simon?

Sir, I would never tamper with the word of the Lord.

Aw, cheese and crackers!

And suddenly, I had another brilliant scheme.

When I pop the big " Q' this Saturday...

I got little Miss Fuss-shine here. So call me back with the password or Roger Smith is dead.

Oh, she works at a department store.

Some have suggested the warmth of an Irish coffee.

Three days and nearly every piece of Sydney's life is in shambles.

- Prepare to have your life destroyed! - [Beeps]

- Oh, Sydney. - Try it on, my begonia.

still hasn't shown up on my bill.

That gentleman has the wrong Sydney.

Alas, the case was locked. And the key was with the shop girl.

I hear ya loud and clear. And I guess all I can say is...

Oh, look. This must be a photo of the sap.

Just phone the guy, pretend you are your alter ego.

Death Wish was a movie.

I reek of week-old urine and I am ashamed of that.

I'm the sap. I'm Sydney!

[Moaning Drunkenly]

But as I don't partake of the devil's nectar, I've decided upon gloves.

I know you came in last night and edited the Bible from your computer.

- [Speed Dialing] - Voice mail.

## [Whistling " Pennsylvania 6-5000"]

- Sydney Huffman. - Cosigner? I never authorized a cosigner!

Peaches and cream! Why do I always wake up feeling hungover?

That's the beauty of it. Both of us can live...

Well, that's what you get for letting jerks treat you like garbage.

[Roger's Voice] That's when I came up with a brilliant scheme.

#And he's shining a salute to the American race #

BLASPHEMY IS... REWRITING GOD'S WORD