Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

and you're gonna gesture like you think you can bravely go on.
Yeah.
Thank heavens.
Good boy.
-Oklahoma? -I do not.
Now, next time I score a goal, it won't just be for me.
Yes, ma'am.
TRAVIS HUNTER YOU FUCKING KING
No, no. No. You can't get mad. You broke up with me.
A through ball from Cockburn. And Kent is off to the races!
and in exchange, I'll keep ignoring you, because this team is tragic.
Thirty-eight miles worth of it.
You know, toddlers and, just, butt dials and--
-I mean, you're gonna need pants, kiddo. -Yeah.
Now, I think that's what it's all about.
I do.
You already done, bud?
It's like a muffin, except it sucks all the spit out of your mouth.
Thanks, Dad!
Get up there, kiddo. Look at that.
All right, turn around.
I missed you so much.
But why? Even when Sam's open, Sam is still shit.
'Cause maybe...
Arlo White here with Chris Powell.