Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's my gift to me, from me, for being such a good boy this year.
Mail order bride from Chechnya?
It's vibrating.
I'm not getting roped in all that.
No.
Come on out of that cage.
Hair?
Yes, you will.
Well, I guess I can go home and look forward to starving to death for Christmas.
You want a hairdryer?
Wow, that's so sweet.
Oh, hey, Carl.
We're Americans.
I really do.
Oh, you're so hot.
I haven't seen food once since she's shown up.
That old fat man better get his ass in gear, because I ain't got nothing under this tree, and I don't want that toy train.
Oh, shoot.
Then I'll see what they're for.
Why don't you try them on now?
I'm hungry.
Otherwise, no one's going to take me seriously.
You see what I'm saying?