Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

THAT GESTURE IS REPLETE WITH EROTIC MESSAGES.

I DON'T BELIEVE HOW CALM YOU ARE.

I MEAN, THAT LOOKS PRETTY-- PRETTY DESPERATE.

YOU THINK HE'D LIKE TO MEET CLIFFIE?

SAM LEARNED TO APPRECIATE INSTRUMENTS WITHOUT FUSES.

OH, IT WASN'T ME. I WAS JUST PLAYING A ROLE.

OH, NO! HE'S GOING TO GO ON ABOUT FLORIDA AGAIN!

CLIFF, I KNOW YOU'RE NERVOUS ABOUT MEETING A GIRL,

BUT THIS ONE'S DIFFERENT. YOU KNOW HER ALREADY.

NOW, UH, FURTHERMORE, THERE'S, UH--

AS OURSELVES AT 8:00.

SAY! I JUST REMEMBERED I LEFT MY OVEN ON.

* SURE WOULD HELP A LOT *

AND DUKE WASN'T GAY.

NO. ACTUALLY HE SUGGESTED IT.

"SHOOT SOME POCKET BILLIARDS"?

NO, NO, SAM, IT WAS COMMONPLACE, REALLY.

YEAH, SOMEONE DID MENTION IT TO ME THE OTHER DAY.

I THINK I'LL JUST GO IN THE BACK AND SCOPE OUT THE DOLLIES.

CLIFFIE, AHH...

UM, NO, NOT A DATE. I MEAN, NOT A DATE-DATE.

ON MULTIPLE PERSONALITY AT THE UNIVERSITY OF CHICAGO,

"OF A DEMON'S THAT IS DREAMING,

THAT...WAS POE.

THIS HUGE LAUNDRY BASKET FULL OF SHEETS.

I HAVEN'T HAD SUCH A GOOD TIME SINCE...

AND DRINK MYSELF INTO OBLIVION.