Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

they gotta defend better in the paint.

Wow, Jay! I could barely tell

If you want me to go away, you know what you have to do.

that you had the card palmed in your hand when you reached into your mouth.

[growls] Rage, rage, fucking rage! That's bullshit!

-I'm excited for my date with Olivia. -Of course, yeah.

[chuckles] Happened to me once, too.

Well, count your blessings. Mine's not so great either.

-Hello? -Oh, uh, good evening.

-Who are you? -Don't worry about it.

-I have to go, Missy. -But the dance isn't-- oh, darn it.

No. Nick's grandmother gave him that clock.

[narrator] ...travel down the Fallopian tube...

-[students gasp] -[murmuring]

No, sorry. Dylan.

Oh, poor Nick. He's confusing the food pyramid with the food chain.

Now stare at that cat clock and massage your dinger.

We're friends now.

Or, here's an idea-- maybe he's jealous of what a fucking man you are.

Bingo-bango! "Furry triangle," if you know what I'm saying.

Now let's get a little friction going.

I wouldn't know. We decided to come alone.

and try not to think about AIDS.

The uterus? I thought girls had vaginas.

Dr. Oz says they need to learn.

-Yeah. [chuckles] -Yeah.

I saw Andrew's penis.

-I'll get out on the curb side now. -Yeah, great.

None of us have. Not, you know, with tongue anyway.

-The fuck did you just call me?! -The puberty fairy?

♪ Penises playing basketball ♪

I'm gonna pump my pillow full of Jay jizz later thinking about it.

-What the hell is wrong with me? -Nothing.