Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- He's a musician. - Taco's a musician.

- A kid pissed all over the showroom floor. - Again?

Lot of bells and whistles, but take out the windshield, pull out the exhaust...

If this makes it easier, if you wanna stay and watch, you know, that's fine.

And this would be the ultimate Shiva blast.

- Rodney. - Rodney.

- Please. - I am not going to be here.

- I don't know what's wrong. - I'll look at your testicles for you.

- Because he's balls-deep in Shiva. - Yeah.

- You took that from her house? - Yeah.

All I know is I'm gonna take that trophy from your hands...

...and it turns out your pacifiers are made of Chinese lead, I'm your guy.

Oh, Lord. The king is dead. Ha, ha, ha.

Look, I can explain.

Yeah, I don't know, I have to drive home. And so do you.

I don't know what happened. It's from all the towing.

I can see why Meegan left you. I see it. I see it.

All right. Let me take a look at her.

Last thing I need you guys to do is drop it in the middle of a game or anything.

- Hi. - Rodney?

Got it out of your system? Not gonna do that for 15 years?

- Sounds good. - Great, all right.

Oh, Shiva, I want to cut your hair and style it.

Thanks for letting me borrow your sweatpants and your underwear.

- You Robin Hood. - Real Shiva hair too.

- Ugh! - It smells like squirrel diarrhea in here.

Thank God. No, my car broke down.

And I'm all about Shiva.