Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

This floor is not clean This floor already clean

Hey, Kitty, you gotta do one thing for me.

Yeah, you just might be.

- Yeah, well, we need to talk to him. - Oh, you don't talk, though, you listen.

[groans] This is awkward.

I think we're gonna be okay, Andrew. I'm 75 million years old.

- Detective, check this out. - Who's this?

All right, once I press play, our lives will be changed forever.

Honestly, I'm embarrassed, but it's "ooga-booga."

- Then when is? - Not now!

Enough! Women are dying!

which means, gentlemen, that he cannot be Jon Bon Ponytail.

and, of course... [chuckles] the old Yellowstone Caldera here.

Oh, Andrew. Hey, great.

You are thinking of a window, you orangutan.

So I want you to define your relationship by the end of the night.

I want you, Andrew.

[sighs] Because the real Missy doesn't want to be with me.

Oh, no, no, Nick. It's not your decision.

I don't know, Nick. Why would you suck on a strap-on?

[music playing]

Is-- is everything okay, Andrew?

and get those weird little braidy things in our hair.

I don't think I can keep my balls to one side.

Pear-shaped, glasses, smells like cold pasta.

[monster groaning]

Sent him straight to the needle. [chortles]

- What? - I think I want more of a relationship.

How about Ponytail, uh... Person?

- Oh, hi-- hi, Andrew. - Oh. Hi, Missy.

- Whoa... - [grunting and moaning]

you know, ravaging him with puberty and all.

All right, everyone, file in. This is our line up room.

What is this place?

Both our houses suck.

I was, um, just hoping that, um, maybe we could be friends?

Whatever. PornScape. Sign me up.

What's going on with Andrew?

And then, after all those lies,