Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- No. I saw her first. - On the beach, I saw her in the house.
Save me.
Yes, well.
Did you sell that Wacky Pack poster? Rad's been bugging me about it all day.
- I'll take the pants. - Good.
I will take the free fudge, however.
I could save it for my ashes.
Wish I'd have tried that with my son.
Vintage murdered-dog collars.
This is weird.
God, Doug. I said no.
- Really? - Yeah. Sure.
I hate myself. You happy now?
- What was that? - Oh, gosh.
This is your new job. We're making you manager.
Put me down. Put me down.
How's she know my name?
Except maybe this cool cigar box.
Oh, wait.
I'm in.
You need to find a place to live.
Hey.
Be nice if it came around once.
I gotta show you something downstairs.
You hear that? She called me Flippy-Flop. How cute is that?
What month is this belly?
Tell her I expect 10 grand.
Rad's mom.
Warm.
Hi.
That looks like...
I keep your flippy-flop.
Davenport, Iowa.