Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, Theresa. Come on in.
That's good, because she's not that fast.
- I need to piggyback on your curfew. - No.
Happy birthday
Running back. Calgary Stampeders. He's good.
And his wee-wee was hard as a rock
Like, we're ready, we're gonna do it.
Look at Phil Simms or Boomer Esiason this year.
Darren Sproles? No, no, no.
- Hi. - Hi, how are you?
My pubic hairs.
- No problem, Jenny. - She doesn't run my team.
- Oh, no, no, no. Not on my bidet. - Nicely done.
No. But I can't wait, because I will.
- Look how nice that is. - Thank you very much.
Behold, the Casey trophy
- Glad you made it. I know it's early. - Anytime, my brother.
Who's next?
Shut your mouth. You broke into my home, kidnapped my son.
Holy.
This man, guilty or innocent...
- His pubes, yeah. - Off the root.
- Hey. - Hey.
It looks good. I think it should stay right there.
Did we get paroled?
No, just asking. Sorry.
But on top of that, I wrote Ellie a birthday song.
Taco, you're up. Your pick.
It’s Juan, The Oracle
Seems like an arbitrary distinction. Don't know how...
The reason I'm calling is because I gotta let you know that...
My party, my balloons, my hot dog, my Oracle. So...
- Nope. She's 5, Taco. - Oh.
Michael Turner, Running Back.
Mr. Gomez, I represent the state.
- You guys always are fighting. - Yeah.
You sick pervert.
- There it is. - This is really exciting.
- Just tell him Ruxin's here. - Absolutely not.
No, I'm getting diapers. I got 20 minutes for some beer.