Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The lonely, sad, slutty, bitchy whore.
Yeah, I mean, I'm not saying this isn't important work
You have a hole in the back of your pajamas.
Oh, I know. You know what.
We backstab and talk about each other behind our backs and stalk.
Putting together a girl night out.
its not the poop Its the mystery behind the poop
It's not my poop!
Absolutely.
- You got to sleep with them? - You got to, you got to.
Frank, I will jam that poop right back up your ass where it came from.
- Were you stalking me? - Girlfriend, you're crazy.
he was so intent on destroying it.
Have you tried it before?
You know what, well-played my man!
Well, damn it, waitress, that is not what I wanted.
in the middle of me and Frank, okay?
No Jager Bombs.
Actually, I'm just gonna stick around.
A poop that can be traced back to Henry!
You know in that bed...
Okay, guys, everybody calm down, please.
Dennis, a word.
What else?
Bro, you have wasted out time.
Look at king Huey All alone on his bed for kings with his toilet made of gold
The whore.
It's almost as if you can smell it.
We sleep ass to ass, you know that.
Please, the Cosmos.
Oh, God...
I've gone too far.
Everyone here's a suspect.
Put on another pot of coffee.
Go get the Cosmos.
That's a horribly unattractive thing to announce to everybody.
Give me that notebook.
Dee, you tried this shit 30 years ago when that show first came on the air.
Whatever. You know what?