Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

and meets in the middle where your genital grows.
Oh, my God, you're such an asshole.
Hey, waiter lady. Two more Bloody Marys.
Remember to tell him beforehand you want to keep the stuff that comes out.
He seems to be listening to a Mariah Carey album from start to finish.
Yeah, right. Bye!
Oh! A firearm.
Yeah, I do love him. Thank you!
What's "the Dolly"?
Are you excited for your annual fuckfest with Simon Sex?
-With pleasure!
I don't know!
-That's not what I said. -But it's what you think!
Oh, dear.
Ha-ha-ha! You're gonna shoot me, you fucking weirdo?
Unless someone takes matters into their own hands.
Oh, my. What's this freaky little box do?
T-shirts! Get your T-shirts! We got Mickey Mouse with tits.
Ooh, Walter, care to expand on your rude comment?
Oh, Rochelle, that makes me happier than… than hour five of an ayahuasca trip.
-Want me to tell her you love her too? -Sure, she sounds nice.
-I hate you so much! -Well, you're stuck with me.
Okay, but I'd rather make love to you. I mean, for many, many hours.
I guess murder's not such a big deal. It's just, uh…
Just say it. Jesus. It doesn't have to be such a big deal.
Shut the fuck up and hide under the bed like the cum stain you are.