Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I do. One inspection per year. And we just had ours, um, two months ago.

It was like so much of everything at once, you know?

I'm not taking a shower wearing tampon sandals.

She went to my old high school. My brother Evan's a junior there.

Unless I plan on cartwheeling him to death.

I don't know, but I'm afraid this ends with me feeling for lumps

- I think you're a dead man. - (LAUGHS)

Yeah, we should.

Are there mushrooms on this?

You think she was killed by a zombie?

I'm just worried that drinking cheerleader brains isn't the best course of action,

MAN: (ON RADIO) Feel the fear and do it anyway.

Kimber was basically, like, a big ball of awesome.

And I think I'm gonna be next.

you have to promise me that you will not tell anyone, okay?

I'll need a handgun, too.

I can only imagine how awful this must be.

Okay. I mean, I was trying very hard.

- Trying way too hard. - Yeah.

The memo does exist.

He thinks it's a zombie headquarters.

I mean, I'll do it if it's necessary, but...

Hey. Ready for spin?

- (CHUCKLING HESITANTLY) Miss Moore. - I'm kinda right.

I don't think I can take this anymore. This is way out of control.

We could leave our drivers licenses on it, idiot.