Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Dude let me call the vet.
- Where'd your appetite go, son?
[music]
♪ I'd like to grow a rose and stow it in that desert sage ♪
- Yeah, that's what worries me.
- It did seem to go pretty fast, sir.
I ain't your fucking mama Baby
- I'm too old for this shit.
[phone ringing]
We all know how that ends.
- What is that?
She was one hot tamale.
- Actually, God gave me these for free.
[cows lowing]
Fucking Goddamnit.
[sigh]
- ♪ Come down around here with your smile ♪
♪ I ain't crying, that's West Texas in my eye ♪
[music]
What the fuck did he do?
[thunder]
- I don't eat gluten.
- Mm-hmm.
Son.
'til a bigger bully comes along.
You're God damn right I did.
I'll catch you a better stick tomorrow.
- You coming?
- Oh.
- Okay, Dad.
Yeah.
- Mm-hmm.
- Why can't you sleep?
Thank you, Las Vegas! - [laughs]
For you to be the one to break them...
[sniffs]
- Well, you don't ride too good.
- Well, then you understand enough.
[clears throat]
You love this.
- Oh, she, uh, used to wrangle at the ranch.
- Here's a... situation
- Seems like she didn't like the way you said it.
or the river.
- We don't know the long term effects of Banamine on a person.
Her clothes were covered in pepper spray
She can be a little overprotective.
pick some wheat grass and throw it in a blender.
What is it?
Who the fuck are you?