Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Ohhh, he's moving you. -Thank you.
Fine. You know what, everybody?
Andrew, are you trying to kill me?
-takes all the bubbles out my soda pop. -Sorry.
But you want him to push you up against a dirty wall like a little old rag doll.
Ruff. Rumming. Coming.
-Would you prefer a numb vagina? -No!
-Sniff the boy musk! Huff it now! -Later.
Do a classic switcheroo?
Your little pony, Andy.
Yes, because no teenager should kill themselves.
It's prepared in one of your bras.
Okay, I'm sorry, but it just feels like nothing is good enough for you.
-Yeah, no, it's not a steering wheel. -I'm sorry.
-But it could go so badly. -Come on.
Some of you may know me as Jessi's genitals.
Okay, I-- I think I understand.
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All right, I want you to imagine your dick has a secret.
So, if you ask me, Harry Houdini was Harry Houdi-neat.
Ooh! Whoo!
How many numbers come out of your body?
-You really need to get that checked out. -I know.
-Hey. -Hey.
But don't go to the water park until you're in college.
Ooh! Are you awake and ready to play-ay-ay-ay?
- She wrote back to my hot abs pic. -Hooray!
Right, but we thought it'd be funnier. But, no, I get it, I agree.
Whoa!
You used up all our data with your-- your thing shots.
And now he's making you lunches?
Whoo! Here we go!