Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We've got it promised out next week, some folks shooting a movie.

And there it shall remain, grasshopper.

Keeps it out of my husband's stubby, little sausage fingers.

Right, because then they'd want them every day.

- I said, "Don't let me move!" - You're big. You're a large man.

I don't have to ask you shit.

- Who is it? - I don't know who it is,

So, he's aware you can spot an eighth from across the room?

- Go on, get out of here. - Oh, politicians.

and felt up on two big-booty freaks, that's all.

- Bingo! - Oh, so close.

- I can see your boner. - Fuck.

When are you coming to get your trunk?

- Don't die on me, cuz! - No one has any bananas.

Shut your fucking mouth, Marvin!

- You're right. - No, I'm left. Ooh.

she could go through my recipe box?

- Yes. - Well, how about being my date?

Next time I ring your bell, you better hurry up and let me in.

There's a cotton barrier between my eggs and yours.

Now look at you. Full-grown shit bush.