Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So, a few weeks ago, I set up a fan page

Come on, Sheldon.

It's 2:25 a.m.,

Consider the lyrics.

Oh, no, he's drinking it.

I tried to get back together with Sheldon; he shot me down;

Did you forget? We're in a band.

I really want to be your boyfriend.

What a cool way for us to meet.

Well, no need to be nervous with me.

Problem solved.

For every Newton who had a psychological issue,

I'll pay $1,000 to watch you cut footloose.

About five years.

This thing's bigger than you and me-- band's back together.

What song is that?

Hey, aren't you the guys...?

And then there's a animated smiley face

♪ Why can't I recall this song? ♪

you were driven mad by an earworm.

Well, I was wondering

or causing regret in anyone who asks about it.

♪ Bah, bah, bum-bum, bah, bum, bum. ♪

farmers' market with Jay Z.

Oh. How are you? I'm fine. How are you?

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