Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Okay, you clearly use your keyboard as a plate for many a croissant, and--

Okay. Well, you seem upset.

Man, I really thought they loved each other.

Well, I reckon she could spit tobacky at me

Let's wait till tomorrow.

[soft rock music plays]

"Pussy slaying suspect

I just spelled out the words "Austin Powers"

-that's nurtured at a very young age. -Oh, Pete. [laughs] No, no, no.

while I pan for gold inside your guts.

don't leave your email client open during the day.

Hey, ho! Wap! Wap! Wap!

-You-- You first. -No, you can.

-[laughs] I'm sorry. I don't believe you. -She is.

I'm trying to see how many eggs I can fit in my mouth,

I floated that in a group text and everyone got mad at me.

"We are pleased to offer you admission…" Oh, my God!

You and Rochelle have been going back and forth on this for years.

And the best part is that it's rigorous and requires constant maintenance.

[chuckling] Well, uh, technically, a wizard.

Yeah, but it wasn't serious, we were just hooking up.

ferkin', fuckin' perfect, fuckin' round fuckin' ass taken?

I mean, come on, we're in high school.

[Nadja sniffles]

Thank you, Petra.

[chuckles, groans]

Where do you want me to cum? On your back or in your hair?

You look so beautiful tonight.

-The name's Bogart. Bogart Saint-Humphrey. -Ooh!

you should spend looking at your inbox.

She's on prom court and we need an outfit.

Oh, Pete. Get your gorgeous ass over here.

So you've been laughing about me behind my back for 50 years?

Pete, don't report me, you sexpot. Byeee.