Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We got ourselves a turkey.
Yeah, the hell with this. I'm starving.
Why don't ballplayers wear giant woolen shirts anymore?
A live turkey who loves Rollerblading.
Okay, I guess we should eat.
We're obviously not weirdoes!
All right, there they are.
Almond butter and no sugar added fruit preserves...
Oh, God.
It's a hybrid. Trust me, it's on.
That's not a regulation rim.
Are these little packets of weird vitamins
You are the turkey I have chosen to pardon.
because I didn't want to take all the blame.
What?
Uh, well, last night, Brian and I
I know what that means.
Ugh, this is gonna be a bigger disaster than Y2-Gay.
Oh, yeah.
Ah, geez, I'm sorry.
I guess I've been kind of a jerk, too.
No. And why are you saying the dog's name before Dad's?
This is gross even for a bus!
Uh, Mom! Daddy! You're right on time!
What the hell?! Knock it off!
Hand me a nine iron and show me to the backyard.
No you use real words Internet stuff is not real words
Sada, Bisida! Meets Quagmire Sister