Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They're sworn to protect me.

A tissue, two, three, four.

slide on into them DMs, dawg.

I'd do it myself, but I'm just a fat, sad cat.

-Yes. -And I will be down to stroke that clown.

[doorbell rings]

Okay, so you're saying that as a young gay man--

[screams] Oh, for fuck's sake!

Right, the Bible.

I just got my hair blown out, and now I feel like an idiot.

You just gave me a literal orgasm.

Ladies, I've decided to do feminism in a way that serves me.

Of course I am, Caleb.

That sounds like how a psychopath would masturbate.

If anybody knows about not wanting to stroke dick, it's got to be Shannon.

I mean, "blue balls." Is that really a thing?

From the top, everybody. Back to one.

Maybe I'll be into it. Tell me.

Thanks for nothing, Jessi.

and not in the way that I wanted!

-Um... -Say something!

-Thanks, guys! -Back to the bell!

Okay, so fast-forward, like, a hundred million years,

-and tell stories about the past. -Uh-huh.

I'm done, babe. It was just a review of Pippin, and they did not like it.

I thought we were going to Aiden's house to meet his friends.

you don't even care that girl from your old school's on TV, huh?

Color me intrigued, but in actuality,

Your friends, and how we have to hand-job, and if I don't want to, I'm a prude!

Why don't you do it?

No! Jay, I want you to hand-job me with your finger.

Well, I don't like that. But I do like the frenching.

What if it's agony?

You've been served.

-Okay. -A little slower.

Hey, pull me down, Jessi! Watch me boing back up!

But, you know, I think I just need to go home, um, tonight.

Devon is divorcing Devin. It's, like, really, really sad!

So I'm single now, and if anybody wants to give me a hand job,

-[Devin] Irreconcilable! -Hey, Caleb. How'd she take it?

Triple-check the lock again.