Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ugh! I look like a fucking Mormon.

That's great, but that's a lot of skin.

It looks like the girls have "gone wild," as they say.

Well, why don't you stop telling me what I can and can't say?

No, stay away from me! I just wanna be sad.

That's right, folks, the offending girls have to wear

We're gonna Inglourious Basterds these A-holes.

♪ Whoa, don't slip up or get got ♪

spreading peace and understanding.

Apology accepted, Missy, but you know what? Why don't you stand up?

Ooh, and she let me cheese on her giblets.

-I'm gonna have to get naked to shit. -Uh...

That was fun, what just happened?

-Oh, yeah! You do?

And as the days grow longer,

And I don't like to be late!

Yeah! I'm not gay, dude.

Indeed, Nathan Fillion.

and you've made a mess of everything.

I think you look really powerful, Jessi.

tank tops, crop tops, halter tops or tramp stamps.

I'm the only out kid in the school.

But he's so loud and confident, I can't even think.

Devin, she's just like us.

Ugh, this costume is ridiculous,

Me? Hold on. Jessi, what did I do?

♪ I'm goin' through changes ♪

Oh, my God, you guys are all, like, total animals.

So we get to the restaurant, and I don't open the door for her

Now, clearly, the male students can't control themselves.

-Slut, Nicky, dick boy, filthy perv...

toxic max-culinity.

♪ There ain't no jive in our gyration ♪

-Hah! You fell for that? -Holy heck!

Now, kids, whose names I don't know,

"A Chode to Spring" by Maurice Beverley.

God, you're so shrill. You sound like a goddamn teapot!

♪ Rappers swearin' they on top ♪