Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Flappy upper arms, strange moles.
Just shaving here.
I pictured him taller.
I'll paint your toenails.
We'll just....
Look away.
I'm just gonna throw this out there.
We all fucked up, okay?
It's cash only.
And I realize there's a lot of hormonal compulsion...
Did you forget your pruning shears?
Do me up.
"Yes I Can"? You said I was gonna freak out.
Bye.
Okay, I'll hold out my lip and you put it in.
Soccer shoe. Soccer shoe. Soccer shoe.
...the overall harvest goes way up.
I'm fucking a teenage drug dealer?
...like "peculiar," maybe or "eccentric"...
...I smell the breath of every sun-stained face I've liberated.
...if you're inclined to that body part.
I think it's a little --
I'm 100-percent positive he's --
It happens but it shouldn't happen anymore.