Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Be strong, Mitch!
man go pee-pee not what I want to see-see.
God Damnit Sean McVay
I am the cheertator.
I don't know about her.
I just hope it doesn't cause any permanent damage.
Thank God I got to you in time.
Mitch, leave your sister alone.
Quit fartin around!
This make me kind of happy in pants.
Set! Hut!
Can you imagine what they do in there?
I want to do it here on the dance floor.
...it's going to be difficult.
I don't care what you have to do! He stays in the game, goddamn it!
For a price.
...screaming your name.
Aw, shit.
We already heard that one..... @x!$@$$
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...have you ever eaten pussy before?
This is not a cheerocracy I am the cheertator
Damn, those bitches represent!
- I like your backpack. - Grazie.
You just bought yourself another detention.
...that's heroic.
Can he play? He’s in a coma
Little miss ran home to her daddy..... Ran home to her daddy
Indiana…
I wish a guy would take a dump on my chest
I can't wait until Friday's game.
I sense the morale's a little low. I say we make a pact...
Drakey, Drakey, about to make a big...Mistakey Mistakey
Hell I’d do her ! I know you would Reggie Ray
Well, I believed in Jeremy. I always believed in Jeremy...
Grab my dick jerk it really hard with jizz. Suck my dick and use superglue.
- Hey, Janey. What's up? - Excuse me?
Take it easy, miss.
Look how talented you are.
Whassup my yellow brothers? Chinks in the house!
...is good
Your new prom queens are...
Patric machines...
- You bought another one. - Eat my shorts.
No. Listen, Jake...
I wish I didn't make that bet
I read Sylvia Plath, listen to Bikini Kill and eat tofu.
You got it, Priscilla!
Shhhhh
Past the ice dispenser. Hit the Pepsi machine, you went too far.
Austin, she's an illusion.
Look at that.. Oh, oh, oh
- What's that buzzing sound? - I just need a minute, here.
Okay.
You always had a thing for ugly girls...
Rosco, go.
Little miss run home to her daddy Ran home to her daddy
Hey! Come on, guys, back off. That's enough, okay?
Cock? I’ve never even been kissed!
This is the final call forParis Air flight 805 to art school...
It's whack.
Janey-stainey-stained-pants-overalls?
Don't forget about the paint-covered overalls.
Then I go to college. We'll spend the occasional weekend together.
Prom tonight
Don't mess with the bull, young man, you'll get the horns. - I'm shaking. Are you?
...a broken phalange, a ruptured duodenum and a subdermal hematoma.
- Want to dance? - Only if we're horizontal.
...departing from gate 122.
...I may never see her again.
She'll forgive my mistakes and realize I love her.
Just believe in the ball, Jake. And throw yourself.
I don't know what you mean. We do our own cheers. Right, girls?
Oh, that is whack!
- That's not fair. - Cry me a river, dickface.
- Don't listen to him. - Austin.
I smile, stay out of the conversation...
Hey, shithead, that's mine.
Jaxson Dart…
The Knicks...
A mix tape? That's so sweet, Ricky.
That's what I'm here for, Pumpkin Tits.
Come on out of there, honey. Quit farting around.
Happy birthday, honey.