Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

for the newspaper under the name Hugh Cornwallis.

before he shaves one side of his head

Well, there's the post-orgy meals at a swingers party.

was caught sending, quote-unquote,

We'll make sure Chris apologizes

and that's why, at the end, you hear that car sound.

or think I'm a pervert,

Five more minutes? When I was your age, I couldn't talk back. And five minutes was my lunch break. You know why? Because I had a job. You had a job?

Look, Chris, I know you think chemical castration

Let’s have more hard liquor And creamy soups

There can't be a whole store.

and I even joined the debate team.

O'Brien? That's my Irish cousin.

I want to go home.

Your ball was long.

I'm already speeding.

Chris, no one talks to each other anymore.

Alright! Let’s take the fricking suicidal test! Urp! (5 hours later)

Happy sixth birthday, Timmy?

I'm trying to look at lamps I'll never buy.

We'd all be changing our belt sizes.

Good evening, I'm Glenn Quagmire, your instructor.

I don't understand anything you just said.

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I could take a whack at hand-distressing furniture.

3 x 3 x 13 x 53 = 6201

to how cool kids are now.

but the law says that, as a sex offender,

...he sent it to doesn't like him back,

Super bitchy, I know. Now come on, let's go.

Well, I did just get this new phone from my dad.

2 x 2 x 2 x 3 x 7 x 7 x 17 x 31 = 619752

Mr. and Mrs. Dog and Meg the Bounty Hunter!

(Ready to get hung) Well, this is it. Goodbye, everyone! (Choking in suicide) Cracking neck too! (Crack and noose unalived him) (Died) (Heavened)

Are-Are you sure? Oh, yeah.

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Oh, yes, half the bathroom trash is thrown-up scrambled eggs.

He’s a crybaby. I’ll go send it to YouTube. Nana! Noah’s—