Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Running back. Calgary Stampeders. He's good.
Mr. Gomez, I represent the state.
- Hi. - Hi, how are you?
It looks good. I think it should stay right there.
This man, guilty or innocent...
Michael Turner, Running Back.
- Oh, no, no, no. Not on my bidet. - Nicely done.
Behold, the Casey trophy
No, I'm getting diapers. I got 20 minutes for some beer.
The reason I'm calling is because I gotta let you know that...
You sick pervert.
That's good, because she's not that fast.
- I need to piggyback on your curfew. - No.
- Hey. - Hey.
It’s Juan, The Oracle
- Look how nice that is. - Thank you very much.
But on top of that, I wrote Ellie a birthday song.
My party, my balloons, my hot dog, my Oracle. So...
Hey, Theresa. Come on in.
Look at Phil Simms or Boomer Esiason this year.
Taco, you're up. Your pick.
Shut your mouth. You broke into my home, kidnapped my son.
- Just tell him Ruxin's here. - Absolutely not.
Did we get paroled?
- His pubes, yeah. - Off the root.
My pubic hairs.
- Nope. She's 5, Taco. - Oh.
- You guys always are fighting. - Yeah.
- Glad you made it. I know it's early. - Anytime, my brother.
- There it is. - This is really exciting.
Like, we're ready, we're gonna do it.
Darren Sproles? No, no, no.
Seems like an arbitrary distinction. Don't know how...
No. But I can't wait, because I will.
And his wee-wee was hard as a rock
Happy birthday
Who's next?
No, just asking. Sorry.
Holy.
- No problem, Jenny. - She doesn't run my team.