Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Because you're not even supposed to be here.
Well, we know you. You could sponsor us.
- Oh, yes! - Hit us, baby!
- Get the cup. - Oh, yeah.
This place is a shit-hole. I motion for Mac and Charlie's pool.
Sorry to jump out in front of you.
Sir, please, you're just embarrassing yourself now.
I just feel like their pool has gotta be better than this.
- There's a name for it. - A burner?
- Yeah, well, I'm not proud of it. - Gross.
You Grease the Watermelon Up You Throw It in the Pool
- Dude, what? - Yeah.
- Where I get stuck in a pool where I'm definitely gonna die!
I quit on that shit. You understand?
- Pass. - Just let me finish.
I just stepped on broken glass. Ow!
- He called us lower class? - Yeah.
and when we're underwater, we'll place our order.
We just need two sponsors, and we'll get in. Don't worry.
Yeah, I know. I know.
Oh, thank you. Thank you for your suggestion.
Like this rusty bike frame?
I got an idea. Let's order some food.
- A burner! That's a burner. - This is what drug dealers buy.
I feel like if I talk to him, it's gonna slip out.
that we need to make sure that his spirit does not haunt us.
# Lamb of God who takes away the sins of #
- What? What happened? - What was that?
You're in the fringe class. I still maintain that Dee and I are in the upper class.
You Grease the Watermelon Up You Throw It in the Pool
I was climbing up the mattress - sort of like a ladder-type situation.
'cause Dee and I would have waltzed right into that swim club.
We're getting in this pool if it's the last thing we do.
- You can just climb it. - I'm just gonna climb right up.
- You ready? - One, two, three.
No. We don't want them to know we didn't get into the private swim club.
Goddamn it.
Uh, the attendant, you know, he just walked off with my shoes...