Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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