Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Put it up. - Yeah.
- Hi, Taco. - What's up, boys?
- And what's included in that package? - I am.
- Oh, no, Shiva blast. - Awesome?
- No brownies. - Oh, Jesus.
Now, look at me, huh?
- You call for roadside assistance? - Indeed.
Please, just call me Shiva, really. Ha, ha.
- You're making the patient uncomfortable. - Okay.
Shivakamini
Taco, you don't need silverware. You got a job now.
She is not your doctor.
- No. - I forgot my keys.
Oh, you think she'd check my prostate if I asked?
I got a little Shiva charm, just to help me into the playoffs.
Testicle fondling is on the up and up.
Oh, no, no, no!
About a couple days, a week at most. What do you say?
Andre, do you want to stay?
No, I got fired for stealing a car.
- Oh, shit. - What's "oh, shit"?
- Yeah. Let's go, go clean up. - I'm on it, boss.
Oh, Taco, you goddamn idiot. I'm gonna...
No, who cares? Really?
You guys ready?
So the Monday night game decides the Shiva Bowl.
No, no, no, you take nothing. Nothing.
No, no, whoa, just... No, no. Just lea...
I see this kind of thing all the time.
I like going for rides. Whoo-hoo.
- Get... - Where are my keys?
No, no, no. Well, you have to pick me up.
- Thought it was your house. - Not my house.
His testicles, I'm sure, are fine.