Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

AND DRINK MYSELF INTO OBLIVION.

OH, NO! HE'S GOING TO GO ON ABOUT FLORIDA AGAIN!

AND DUKE WASN'T GAY.

CLIFFIE, AHH...

NOW, UH, FURTHERMORE, THERE'S, UH--

YOU THINK HE'D LIKE TO MEET CLIFFIE?

"OF A DEMON'S THAT IS DREAMING,

"SHOOT SOME POCKET BILLIARDS"?

NO, NO, SAM, IT WAS COMMONPLACE, REALLY.

CLIFF, I KNOW YOU'RE NERVOUS ABOUT MEETING A GIRL,

* SURE WOULD HELP A LOT *

THIS HUGE LAUNDRY BASKET FULL OF SHEETS.

NO. ACTUALLY HE SUGGESTED IT.

I THINK I'LL JUST GO IN THE BACK AND SCOPE OUT THE DOLLIES.

BUT THIS ONE'S DIFFERENT. YOU KNOW HER ALREADY.

THAT...WAS POE.

I HAVEN'T HAD SUCH A GOOD TIME SINCE...

THAT GESTURE IS REPLETE WITH EROTIC MESSAGES.

AS OURSELVES AT 8:00.

OH, IT WASN'T ME. I WAS JUST PLAYING A ROLE.

I DON'T BELIEVE HOW CALM YOU ARE.

UM, NO, NOT A DATE. I MEAN, NOT A DATE-DATE.

ON MULTIPLE PERSONALITY AT THE UNIVERSITY OF CHICAGO,

SAY! I JUST REMEMBERED I LEFT MY OVEN ON.

YEAH, SOMEONE DID MENTION IT TO ME THE OTHER DAY.

I MEAN, THAT LOOKS PRETTY-- PRETTY DESPERATE.

SAM LEARNED TO APPRECIATE INSTRUMENTS WITHOUT FUSES.