Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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