Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Jesus, Professor Boyfriend, I wanna fuck you.

[upbeat music playing]

-Jessi! -Hi! Yes! Present!

It's fine. I don't need you here.

Hey. So I'm finding Misha a little terrifying.

[chuckles] Oh, I am intimately familiar.

I got up this morning, and I did sit-ups.

Yes, the time has come for ultimate hilarity.

No, no, Andrew. Here are the words you say:

I was laughing before that you're blazing in that sweater

[in Dutch accent] I feel crazy!

Um, I'd rather tell it to you in private later.

Yeah, they're lean and blue and sexy like Gumby.

That's what I love about these seventh-grade girls, man.

I'm in the eighth grade, and my name is Andrew Kent.

maybe a round of Horizon milks, on us,

♪ Promises are made to be broken! ♪

[man] Copy that, Elliot. I just made it to Flagstaff. Over and out.

while I tongue your throat clit with my mouth dick.

In other news, I don't know what you did last summer, so let's find out!

"We're just a couple of eighth-graders

-Hey, gals. -Hey.

♪ Lunch Lady Eve will be wearing a dress ♪

[gasps] What about going out with seventh-grade girls?

I don't wanna go to Dipshit Town!

Right on his fucking face!

[excitedly] Twelve years old.

It was so dope!

-These sound like things you did! -Babe--

I asked for light ice!

-Yes! They're young. -They're nubile.

Oh, well, I hate to do this 'cause, like, it's just kind of gauche,

That yellow schmuck's been in fourth grade for, like, 30 years.

But now I wanna tear out his spine and shove it up my ass.

-You don't need to be gross to be funny. -You said it, Maury.

I went to Canal Street and got you a Tucci bag.

-[audience laughs] -I guess she's their hormone monster?

New York City, the city where Alec Baldwin never sleeps.

And these are decaf, right?

Did you meesh me?

Oh, should we unroll a chocolate croissant and just eat the chocolate?

What is your thing?