Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

is September 27, 2014.
I talk to him.
a 7,000-year-old bristlecone pine
The last thing we need is another teen tragedy
♪ Let's have a party, we'll all dance the horah ♪
a documentary about the Mayan Apocalypse,
I saw little Kurt
that when I finally reach my destiny,
That's the plan.
Uh... would you come with me?
Oh, and this redneck NASCAR trip,
Our Christmas duet?
♪ Feliz Navidad ♪
I couldn't get enough of you brats interested
Believe what?
Let me take you to the nurse's office, all right?
He's got contacts in the luxury toothpick market.
how hard it is to be a single mother.
What's this?
right after seeing a live Broadway musical.
but they can't touch my "Single Ladies" performance.
♪ Let's have a party, we'll all dance the horah ♪
♪ We all will be together ♪
Who are you supposed to be... Super Homo?
Hey!
Dude, don't bite my head off.
The stupid janitor didn't put salt on the ramp,
Well, if me being totally honest,
You are happy to see me, right?
Feel like I'm going to be sick.
found a new Mayan calendar today.
Marley, get down here, sweetie.
Besides, we don't really need anything.
♪ We all will be together ♪
acting is a pipe dream for you,
Get me something I don't already have!
Dude, are you high?
Guys, you can't leave yet; You're gonna miss the best part!
Sam and I wanted to bring you here
No glue... no Glee.
♪ Snowing and blowing up bushels of fun ♪
Do I look like a guy who's dying?
And I know it did for a lot of you, too.
♪ Jingle bells chime in jingle bell time ♪
What are you doing?
♪ Here we are as in olden days ♪
to get that lame idea off the ground.
L.A. is great, but...
That is, until
♪ With every Christmas card I write ♪
♪ A merry little Christmas ♪
All you need is some cash for gas and burritos.
No, Kurt, stop.
No, I'm just renting.
it's Christmas again...
And we need to purify ourselves for the last day of b'ak'tun,
♪ One for each night, they shed a sweet light ♪
Anyone could have fallen on the ice, all right?
I had a dream about that once. I know.
♪ The candles are burning low ♪
Hey! One Puckerman just ate your lunch.
Divide 100 by ten, the percentage of Americans