Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Tigers Gggvggbggggggggggg
Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me...
I don't think we need to invite them, though.
You know... Nothing...
You've attached messages to each of your farts.
STEWART: I suggest we, um,
Well there's nothing better than a fart.
So, what are you gonna chain it up to?
Everybody whose got a cat or a kid,
me and the cousins, just standing there in the kitchen
Why can't you just go fuck yourself?
No. No. No. Yes. Yes.
Well, Pete gets all liquored up. Long story short,
There's one thing you're not gonna like about your own face.
(CHUCKLES) And I mean, millions of ways of hearing unlimited farts.
That's a Texas‐size 10‐4. Why?
Now.
Give us...24 hours.
send this fart to ten people or you will have bad sex for the rest of your life.
It's called spamming, Gail.
the only member of Fartbook.
Okay? Mmm‐mmm.
(CHUCKLING) (GRUNTING)
When we see you've been liking all this duster's farts on Fartbook.
Anything down the road will be negotiated in good faith.
(FART RECORDINGS PLAYING)
What you just said is outrageous.
YOU WERE IN A GODZILLA MOVIE THE OTHER DAYYYY
Super. Let's listen.
(GRUNTING) Gail.
That's it.
Wayne, how come you didn't join Fartbook?
However, shove that baby through the Hudson filter...
Right. You've got a picture of your cat under each of your farts.
(EXCLAIMS)
I am as God made me.
They calls that guerrilla shittin'.
Yeah... (GROANING)
Indian food. Greek food. Asian noodle soups. What about ring tones?