Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Looks Like a bad case of the native flu

He gave her his peas, she gave him herpes.

A possum? WAYNE: That's right.

Oh, for fuck‐sakes.

At least we keep it clean. We just sell cigarettes.

Is it for the jamboree?

KATY: Oh, Christ.

Wayne. Bonnie, how are you now?

Okay. Just have at her, bud, like...

just pop your pants right off,

and there's a backstage pass with your name on it.

MAN: Hey, give your balls a tug, you tit‐fucker!

You were in a Godzilla movie the other dayyyy

Uh, Stewart. He's throwing a rave.

It'll be our little secret.

where they appear dead and emit a death stink from their butt holes, fuck.

Time to find a new dance partner.

Gailor, how are ya now?

(STAMMERS) I don't think you understand.

Well, he could have rabies. Boo fuckin' hoo.

Good enough, McMurray.

And I'm sorry again about all this heat.

What the fuck was that?

Ma O'Dell mentioned something about you helping her get a squirrel out of her attic.

Christ, Katy, put some fuckin' clothes on.