Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What happened to britta?

Um, what the hell is this?

It destroys the true meaning of valentine's day:

To even the score, I have to drunk dial her?

- No, hold on a second. - All right.

What? I'm teaching.

My bullcrap meter's going crazy.

And if she finds out about this, it's over.

Sorry I'm late. - That's okay.

¶ we're really not so different after all ¶

There he is. Oh, no.

Because it feels too marriage-y.

In his defense,

Jeff. What's left to say?

Slater likes you how you are, expects nothing from you,

Guys, seriously, give me my keys.

That's a deal breaker. Saddle up.

- This can't be good. - It's no biggie.

Yeah. That's me.

¶ like dynamite ¶

- You said he hated fro -yo.

Thanks, britta.

Where's my phone?

First of all, chubby hubby?

i>- No, I have no idea what I'm talking about.

Oh, now it has arrows. That's safe.