Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

with images of other women's boobs.

and Lily's gone and nothing else even remotely important happened last night,

Um, you know, Ted is kind of against guns.

You can see credit card activity from, like, two hours ago.

Was there a hot tub at your uncle's place?

So soft. So warm.

I was too hard on him.

You are the miserable, whining, shampoo-sniffing ghost of Marshall,

And the only way that I can do that is if...

It's all part of the story.

Oh, here we go.

Yeah, that's the stuff.

I was. I was so high, I thought you were the dean.

Marshall? Tell Ted that--

In fact, take my car.

So... stupid, man.

Oh, but it's okay to hand him a nine millimeter?

Those credit card charges were the only remaining connection I had to her.

It's pancakes day.

The guy still won't eat a damn pancake.

This has been "holding it together"?

That's how long it took me to get right about here.

Okay, I'll do it! Stop being a couple.

And money for pizza.