Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Oh. Eh, too exposed. - Yeah.
Have a little faith.
I like you. I do, and
You smell his shoes?
Come back here!
- You know, ticktock. - Uh, look, guys, um,
I gave you a shot.
His shoes smell like rotten eggs.
Davy, Pops.
No, no. You're not gonna sleep there. Come on.
- Yeah. - All right, what's it gonna be?
- He needs the lemons. - The guy loves lemons.
Election Night 2020
just some homeless junkie.
Take me to the angels, baby.
Well, uh, actually, that is true,
We don't judge, Cricket, we don't judge.
Do you want to live this way, son?
Covered in manure, selling your body,