Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Ooh, mama. - Whoo!
I'm thinking cold beer and some chicken wings, huh?
Good evening. I have a pickup for Haley.
Like, my dick, just when I ejaculate,
like, the dorm and then all...
Oh, no.
I'm in the celebrity hot tub business now, baby.
- That doesn't seem fair. - Who needs a pain killer?
Uh, I think we should probably back out. It looks like they're gonna fall on us.
And another big wave to
What a ride!
Okay, okay, okay. Here we go.
- Stop it. - Let's go to D.Q.
- Ooh. - Oh, mama.
You’re just not horny enough!!!!!
- Nope, nope, no, no. - What?
What do you mean? We're stealing beer.
Yeah, or whatever disease transfers through saliva.
I love kissing those chicks, and I love D.Q. Blizzards.
- I don't think it matters, though. - Here.
You sprung a leak, man.
You're like the least horniest dude in our whole dude crew.
This is ghetto? You're ghetto. What's with your hair? It's all wet.
Ders is a whole ball of horns.
Come on, more like Michael Phelps. Let's be real, here.
- Yeah. - Fire snatch!
- Shoot! - Oh, no, no, no, no!
- I want one. - Me too.
Down there. It's scary. That's why I was walking funny earlier,
and you guys should, too. Hey.
- Yeah, there we go. - Yo, got mugs.