Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

carrie, wait, wait.

- Excuse me? - You're a two blow job chick.

It's a common belief that women use the left, emotional side of their brain

- Didn't you feel like punching him? - No. It was too sad or something.

- Do not come in here. - I have to talk to you.

- Do you play tennis? - Mm-hm.

You don't know anyone who is interested. He's married.

- Hello? - It's me.

That's because I'm your booth-bitch.

charlotte was impressed with Bunny's technique.

Today, 12:22 pm.

there's a battle between what we know and what we feel.

It's not just asparagus. It's asparagus and something else.

I'm deleting it.

I thought you wanted beige.

Thanks for the coffee.

I'm getting a real drink. Excuse me, a Glenlivet rocks, please.

We will never know. They still don't know who killed Kennedy.

- That's a joke. Guess it's an in-joke. - I get it.

I suggested he have a tomato salad, then I suggested we get married.

There was nothing brief about it.

- Sorry about waking you. - What time is it?

Let's listen to that message again.

I know: clorox.

Two hours later, it was time for the opening-day party.

I don't have a road. I just have this booth.

ooh, he's a big 'un! Where did he learn to whittle like that?

- My spunk? - come, spooge, jiz, joy juice. Funky.

I mean, I'm not working. This is my boyfriend's booth.

one unfortunate thing

- I'm aware of that. - Why is he telling you?

But I have to admit it's never been a trip to Baskin-Robins.

- All righty. - Red wine.