Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's my cactus!
'cause I-I-I and pissed my pants--
Let's take off those straw cowboy hats, though,
Yes, that, uh, definitely happened,
- Oh, okay. - Dig your own grave, bud.
- don't you, doll? - Huh?
Hot dudes like us do not do well in prison, guys.
MTV Beach House throwback status.
Could you just show us to the pool supplies?
i don't wanna call you guys bitches but you guys are bitches
She's got those big titties like you.
But Ders got me a-- a cracked rib for sure.
I fail to see the relevance of any of this.
I'm gonna say it again. I have no idea.
- What? Oh! - We won?
which must be a true thing since I am also under oath.
It's actually a Rancho Chupacabraj.
Man, this summer kickoff party's gonna be, like,
I don't know. I don't know.
- Your face so hard." - Right.
- Adam, don't.
- Splinter. - Oh, yeah, yeah.
that actually flies.
I give you... The Rancho Chupacabraj.
That's why he's the brains of the operation.
Why is your fence so sharp, dude?
Your honor, I know your time is valuable, so I will be brief.
- just don't cry. - Yeah, definitely.
Oh, my God. Are you--are you boys okay?
- You didn't even think-- - Gentlemen, please.
- That wasn't racist, was it? - She had s--that's a good one.
Okay, you guys don't seem amped, and I get that.
- Little help? - Oh.
- It's mostly dudes. - Yeah.
Slim Jim dare really freaking hot beef jerky,
how am I gonna save a horse, ride a cowgirl?
Well, we're here to prove that it is, your honor.
Rhymes, so you know that it's real.
But I had a different hypothesis.
Uh, we were just trying to scare you out of testifying.
Oh, that's a great idea.
'cause you have rats in your vents.
This isn't a race thing, sir.
They're here awaiting their cases.