Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Oh, Mama, I almost forgot. -Oh, my God! What was that?

He just wants his mother to have the good blankets.

Ah! Beirut, 1972.

We can go "intercourse" at Jose's house and watch Starz.

I know we're not supposed to say it, but the elderly have a stew smell.

She came here every day after university to see him.

but alas, because of her family, they could never be seen together.

Oh! Pfft! Come on, Maurice. Don't you see what she's trying to do?

-I can see my mother's nipples. -Safi!

Or you could not ejaculate in the kitchen at all.

Tyler! But yes, as always, the fucking idiot speaks for all of us.

And if humans stop fucking, no more humans!

And I was just doing what I think Doug would love.

Ooh! That sounds like a really nice afternoon.

Hey, Petey-Petey, you rock-hard sweetie. You still mad at me?

But we've learned something.

-"Custom Suns airbags"?

And what about Donna, Doug?

-Are you gonna kill me? -Ooh! Better, honey. I'm gonna teach you!

Ooh, get ready for some shit, bug!

The fuckin' show is called Somebody Feed Phil, baby.Oh, shit!