Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Eight days, tomorrow. - And I still don't get any action.
You do what the babysitter tells you, okay?
Will you tell me what it looked like? The meteor shower?
- Come on! - Hooray!
- You're not gonna put out for me? - No!
Not until my mom comes home and I can prove you had a boyfriend over!
When you get raped in New York
Shut the hell up Leeland!
Testing, testing, one, two...
Yes, but I need to get out of here and eat some tacos and burritos.
I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States
Okay, Muffin, Mommy's leaving now.
Over here! Please, come quick!
No, Skyler, quit it.
Move into my mom's house with me Shelly, Shelly
Move!
then you'll mostly never baby-sit me again. Mostly.
Yeah, dude. That was hot. This guitar rocks, man. It rocks!
and that's why I wrote a letter to the press,
#cat #well #cats #tigers
You're a turd! You're the Turdman of Alcatraz!
Gotcha.
When I saw her walking down the street I thought she was Shelly, Shelly
- I can't reach the freezer! - Figure it out, turd!
The female lion relaxes her body and says "Hello" to Mr. Winky.
That, of course, is the voice of my babysitter, Shelly Marsh, age 12.
Come on, we gotta get the house cleaned before your mom gets home.