Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We need to talk to Kyle.
Thanks.
Please, please. This-This isn't me. It's-It's a costume.
No way. She's fat. This isn't a fat vagina.
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Remember that topless photo of Tia Hobbs that went around?
-Because I dare you. -So?
No, it's my vagina.
You're a horrible person. Why should I help you?
-No. I thought you forgot our tradition. -How could I forget?
-I'm gonna miss my bus. -You're right there.
-♪ Ain't no love... ♪ -Sorry. Excuse me.
♪ Can I have a taste of your ice cream? ♪
Oi.
Then you'd have a mangled scrote like Simon Furthassle's.
Have you ever tried a mind map?
♪ It's makin' me feel an irresistible pull
-Yeah! Ha ha. -Aw.
-Huh? I can't... -Dickhead.
♪ I can't sleep ♪
It's a really tough choice.
Sorry, excuse me.
I hate you. I'm going home.
Great.
-you're never gonna find out. -No.
-I hope Maeve hasn't got lost. -Oh, yeah. I'll go check on her.
-My life is over. -Why? Rubes, what's wrong?
No.
-I'm scared. I'm scared. -It's me.
Has he given them to me? Am I riddled with worms now?
What do you want?
Kyle, the vagina. The one sent out this morning. Did you send it?
-Heh. Thank you. -It's okay.
-It was tiger print. -♪ In this great big old town ♪
-Did you send the picture? Yes or no? -Maeve.
-My friend-- -That was one second.
Okay, yeah.
Eric, you can't go out dressed like this. Go and change.
Happy birthday, mate.
Welcome. We've made sushi.
Yes.