Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's not what I pictured.

We can't go on a babymoon right now.

But who are you gonna have sex with, then?

so I'm going to need one of you to act as my confidant,

All the baby books say we'll be back to our normal sex life in about six weeks.

I mean, that's disgusting. I had to throw them out.

Plus, my dad sent a care package of smoked meats from home,

He was alive then. And we connected.

maybe you, me, and Cole could go to the park and have a sausage picnic.

Thin walls, scratchy towels, sketchy types out front.

I'm really starting to enjoy that birthing class.

So, why are we going to be looking into your friend's guts?

- You look like you could use a grape. - Thanks, Ben.

- I'm gonna go study now. - Okay.

I like to start every day with an exercise in futility,

and then on my way home, I got a craving for Cambodian food.

I still have night terrors about my first day of high school.

- Really? - No.

Hells, yeah. My woman's gonna go all Edward Scissorhands on his ass.

You probably already picked out

and to that end, Johnny Legacy, ulcerative colitis...

the pathetic slap-and-tickle of your soon-to-be-vanished sex life.

Why do you have to be that way, Perry?

- She'll have the baby to cuddle with. - That little bastard.

return them with a full tank of gas and not too many dents.