Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Wow, Jay! I could barely tell

they gotta defend better in the paint.

-Who are you? -Don't worry about it.

I saw Andrew's penis.

We're friends now.

Bingo-bango! "Furry triangle," if you know what I'm saying.

If you want me to go away, you know what you have to do.

I'm gonna pump my pillow full of Jay jizz later thinking about it.

No, sorry. Dylan.

The uterus? I thought girls had vaginas.

Now let's get a little friction going.

-The fuck did you just call me?! -The puberty fairy?

Oh, poor Nick. He's confusing the food pyramid with the food chain.

-Yeah. [chuckles] -Yeah.

Dr. Oz says they need to learn.

None of us have. Not, you know, with tongue anyway.

♪ Penises playing basketball ♪

-What the hell is wrong with me? -Nothing.

Well, count your blessings. Mine's not so great either.

[narrator] ...travel down the Fallopian tube...

[chuckles] Happened to me once, too.

No. Nick's grandmother gave him that clock.

-[students gasp] -[murmuring]

-I have to go, Missy. -But the dance isn't-- oh, darn it.

that you had the card palmed in your hand when you reached into your mouth.

-I'll get out on the curb side now. -Yeah, great.

[growls] Rage, rage, fucking rage! That's bullshit!

-Hello? -Oh, uh, good evening.

-I'm excited for my date with Olivia. -Of course, yeah.

I wouldn't know. We decided to come alone.

Or, here's an idea-- maybe he's jealous of what a fucking man you are.

Now stare at that cat clock and massage your dinger.

and try not to think about AIDS.