Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

By drunkenness, hair-trigger violence, and a total lack of performance.
- Russell! - Yes'm?
Like the untamed wilditude of nature...
I reckon you could take my stuff.
Hell!
But it needs a name. Something sexy, inviting, and sophisticated.
No, no. That there is the Research Department.
I'll take all you sons of bitches when I go
Close your eyes.
Hi.
Now, now you're ... with me. Nice one.
Well, then, how about a fried possum pecker?
Welcome, y'all. Come on in and get your Glug on.
Steve, big dog. Here's the pot I've been growing on my property.