Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

♪ and he's shinin' a salute to the American race ♪
Oh, this is just too good.
I thought admitting that to you was bad parenting,
Well, the checkout lady takes her microphone thing
that means you can break my texting rules.
You have to take these meds.
Ohhh! So this was a practice test.
That's correct.
Plus, Hayley will obviously believe me.
I can't just turn a blind eye to this, Mr. S.
Whoa! Sick unibrow, bro.
Absolutely, sweetheart.
And now it's your turn to obey me.
You can't get that in a text.
It's all about making your elbow look like a butt right now.
"I don't care if it fits! You pull it out of that jet!"
What he said!
Oh, I'll drive him!
Oh, they're dumb as shit now, Stan.
Ohh! Almost!
Don't smile.
Already forgotten.
None of those idiots have their own pool.
Otherwise, their kids won't listen to anything they say.
a few times before it goes through,
a picture of your balls or something.
The yips. You're choking under pressure.
The swishing releases the carbon dioxide from the soda.
Well. What do we have here?
We don't even have a bathroom.
The hair is just a little side effect
Wha? He's out of his coma.
Oh, look -- there's a Klaus.
I'm back from my trip, Mr. S.
It was weird that it was so normal.
Really? How many fingers am I holding up?
Come on, dude. You knew what he meant.
That was a tight cowboy tuck and clean entry.
Are you saying I'm gonna walk to China?