Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Uh, okay, Stan, what do you want to do?
in a tween-wave chat room,
#bye #burping #whatever #grunting
And turns out she's a talented artist as well.
All right, let's try something else. Uh, from the top. Ready. One, two, three.
Because I'm unhappy, okay?
#seven #seven #five #four
- Here you are, muffin. - Yay!
- Sounds like shit. - Uh-huh.
- Tween-wave? - You haven't heard it?
My name's Steamy Ray Vaughn,
your eardrums, taste buds, all that stuff
Yeah, open mine first, Stan.
You see, Stan, as you get older,
Kids, however, say they don't hear crap at all.
He's lying, dude. Hit X.
until it happens again.
No, it doesn't sound like crap to me!
* Happy birthday, dear Stan *
to certain kinds of music, I still love you.
It's like some kind of britches holocaust.
Oh, well, come on. We're playing L.A. Noire.
* And I'm getting older too *
Sorry if I see things for what they are.
* Shitty bop, shitty, yeah *
Who cares? Coming June something.
And so then I put on the exact same album
Music used to be good.
I told you, them britches don't stand a chance.
The only thing that doesn't seem like total shit to me
Come on, britches, we're setting you free.
That's very mature of you, Stanley.
I think it's awesome!
I know. mom. I love. you. too
Butters dad transform into a monster