Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

what the hell are you looking at?

- My life is not my own!

paula: ♪ who'd-a thought ♪

there's an orphanage up the block.

Satan in cadaver: Reverse ribbed condoms

to be in her shoes right now.

and I was like, "wait, your name is darlene too?"

- I'm tired of having to hide my anger

descend into the haunted well...

at the make-out point, or as the kids call it,

[gasps] chrissy. God damn it, laura.

- Like I was with your moms last night.

- She must be going through a lot of stuff.

Just gotta clean up.

[fake crying] - I'm not soft.

baka: What's the haps, satan? Satan: Huh? Oh.

Where were you?

- Fuck nice. I'd take the psycho

so anyways, I found out my chiropractor was

[chuckles] - okay, sure.

What about the boys?

- All of her teachers think so too.

- Guys, you need to go.

You see this, ladies?

from her pain, her body.

- Come on, saty, do that

doesn't make you a better mother than me!

- I don't care about the stupid potluck,

- And why are you tracking my mom like that?