Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

But my doctor says...

I wrote you a check for $300 to pay for all the sculptures I broke.

Bud Luckey 1934 - 2018

Son, I will not stand for intolerance.

She wrote hip-hop lyrics

and feeling good, I am screwed.

I do, but I'm lactose-intolerant.

Okay, boys, on my command, fire.

of art before the collapse of the western world.

We just like whipping.

Homer, I want to show the world how I feel about you.

all the parts of a motorcycle.

I was lonely being happy all by myself.

Well, you can just forget about...

Our marriage is like soft-serve ice cream.

Why do you scratch your name on Tupperware?

I need you here for emotional support.

Already? It's only 38 seconds to 3:00.

As for the rest of you, you're supposed to be a chair-hockey team!

Well, no one's gonna be lonely tonight.

How can we forget?

Ooh, thomeone wearth a brathelet.

That's my favorite kind of folk medium.