Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

we must pray to Santa Maria to save us.
This says I ain't allergic to pollen.
I got to make up for lost time!
Of course I'm your father.
you're some sort of fruitcake.
Well, my hat size is a number six.
But it's already cocked.
They must have just made this a toll road.
"love always, M."
Well, I...
Mason Fairbanks.
Mr. Fairbanks, looking at your boat,
One of you was not praying.
Grampa, stop.
Seymour! Get out and change the tires!
Oh, my god!
I sit by the trash so people have to come up to me.
what in the world...?
Homie, what's wrong?
Isn't it about time you made a real friend?
And this is the lady in my life.
Sweet Hercules .