Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, it's either this stinky attic or your mom's Jesus-y house.

I mean, loosen up, lick your lips.

And it looks like… [chuckles]

Where the sex is infectious.

Yeah, someone held up the iPad so I could see.

And if I kiss her then maybe it'll get the party started.

Oh my God, thank you.

So, uh, Lola…

-The Hookup House. Hookup House.

So it's safe to assume you're familiar with the film Pretty Woman?

I really wanted to french someone,

Do you think you have the bandwidth to broadcast this fat ass?

Yeah, what gives?

Hey, I'm Luke Skywalker.

I know. A bird is building a nest there.

I can't find Andrew.

♪ Parents' house ♪

Run, you hot little cupcake.

♪ Bet you're feeling horny now ♪

Uh, do I fart every time I pull up my socks?

Ew. Don't call them my peers.

and worship your body for free.

I guess we both need a cigarette now.

-Loser. -[whispers] Loser.

Okay, love you.

and just say I've kissed my fair share of girls. It's just been a while.

I'm sorry, Nick.

And the silk gives me what I've taken to calling an "infinity boner."

Oh, Missy. Stud muffin, hot out of the oven, four o'clock.

We can't trust you with your own penis.

That is correct.

'cause our families are germophobic.

-Oh, hey, Bernie. -Hey, Andrew.

-Elijah! -Elijah!

Nick, baby, smooch down on that sexy sheepdog.