Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Set the gear shift to the high gear of your soul.
How's that gonna work?
Yeah, yeah!
it's okay, what happened with Craig.
I love my HPV.
- I don't... - Tell me!
Ab, Ab, Ab, Ab.
And we queens, we cannot be in the back of the bus,
cleaning up white dude's dreadlocks.
Down twat!
Ooh. It looks like you haven't completed any of your work hours.
Lincoln hooked up with another girl.
'Cause Abbi's kind of like this undiscovered genius with an ass of an angel.
- No, no, no, no, no. - Oh, no, no, no, no!
You "carniv-whores"!
I love you, Abbi!
What?!
All that stuff I said about Abbi, that's me.
But here da damn 'tang.
Red.
And then he gave her water for her cranberry pills.
Oh, God.
♪ Only you ♪
It's like, dump out, flawless,
Why don't you come over here and let me touch 'em.
It's not far off though.
I brought you some comfort food. Turkey jerky.
Since when do you bite your nails?
Hi... Lori.
Um... sure.
- Yeah. - Yeah, he seemed to really like "Abbi."
♪♪
- Do you want another assignment? - Yas, yas, yas.
- Sure. - Thanks so much.
Whoa.
- Thank you. - Oh, one more thing.
I don't think I've ever heard a fucking Phish song.
Sweet tat.
I like it.
selling mushroom chocolates.