Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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