Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

cinch you up with a belt and stick you under my mattress
I can't afford to soundproof my bathroom.
Hi, Carla. I sure wish you would call me once in a while.
Carla? Carla? Pick up if you're there...
I wrote this the first time I forgot to look down and fractured my tailbone.
I mean, your mom's life. We're going to celebrate your dead mom's life.
Our first annual interracial "buddy movie" night. We had to.
And I am not kidding you.
- You knew he was there? - Couldn't help myself.
As I awoke to a hangover that could slay a walrus...
No matter how long, we'll get through this.
Like some sort of crazy, hassle-free dream.
It is so on.
So I'm taking you to a carnival tonight. What do you say?
Stay here and drink for Carla.
Your skin's all messed up.