Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I thought we were going to Aiden's house to meet his friends.

I mean, "blue balls." Is that really a thing?

No! Jay, I want you to hand-job me with your finger.

-[Devin] Irreconcilable! -Hey, Caleb. How'd she take it?

Devon is divorcing Devin. It's, like, really, really sad!

-Yes. -And I will be down to stroke that clown.

-and tell stories about the past. -Uh-huh.

If anybody knows about not wanting to stroke dick, it's got to be Shannon.

Of course I am, Caleb.

Thanks for nothing, Jessi.

A tissue, two, three, four.

Okay, so fast-forward, like, a hundred million years,

You've been served.

Color me intrigued, but in actuality,

So I'm single now, and if anybody wants to give me a hand job,

They're sworn to protect me.

Why don't you do it?

Well, I don't like that. But I do like the frenching.

What if it's agony?

[doorbell rings]

Okay, so you're saying that as a young gay man--

I'd do it myself, but I'm just a fat, sad cat.

-Thanks, guys! -Back to the bell!

Hey, pull me down, Jessi! Watch me boing back up!

You just gave me a literal orgasm.

I'm done, babe. It was just a review of Pippin, and they did not like it.

Maybe I'll be into it. Tell me.

Triple-check the lock again.

I just got my hair blown out, and now I feel like an idiot.

Your friends, and how we have to hand-job, and if I don't want to, I'm a prude!

Ladies, I've decided to do feminism in a way that serves me.

-Okay. -A little slower.

you don't even care that girl from your old school's on TV, huh?

-Um... -Say something!

Right, the Bible.

and not in the way that I wanted!

But, you know, I think I just need to go home, um, tonight.

[screams] Oh, for fuck's sake!

That sounds like how a psychopath would masturbate.

slide on into them DMs, dawg.

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