Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm smellier than a whorehouse's outhouse.

The previous tenant was a very prominent raccoon.

Tonya keeps her tap shoes in there.

Please don't cry. I can't stand to see a living thing feel pain.

A real live date in a physical place that exists!

Please describe it to me.

FYI, this little lady has a heart condition.

Oh, there will be lots more.

It won't be long, Johnnycakes.

Damn right, and I'm organizing a tap-dance contest for the Parks and Rec Department.

Man, you are irredeemably evil.

Something's come up.

But you know what would really stink?

I'm six years old, and tap dancing is my favoritest thing.

Good God, what's that horrible stench?

I have nothing to live for, so I don't mind telling you those pennies are mine.

There. My home's all clean, except for one part.

No chance, garbage-can face.

What's the catch? She looks normal.

A skilled surgeon could perform a nose transplant.

You've accomplished so much more than most of us would bother to.

But on the other claw, maybe I can't live without her.

I don't know what's wrong with this location.