Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't do it for me. Do it for you.

Sammy, that's A premonition dream.

Well, no, it doesn't Always get switched on.

If memory serves me,

Too frightening For waking life.

Forgive me, sam.

Can you sweep up Behind the bar?

On the west coast.

So you never did Get to finish the dream?

And i had her Up against the wall A couple of times,

All of a sudden, She reaches down To her neck,

Small world. I used to date a secretary Who worked there.

I wouldn't mind having One of those "licking" Pictures.

But perhaps your Subconscious mind

While she's in a trance.

Not you. Not him.

When you're done Out there,

I see the grenadine Came out nicely.

If i had, maybe We'd have beer nuts.

And if by some Remote unlikely chance She cares back,

Yeah, if you just put A little more top spin o it,

Your trust Is sacred.

Try soaking it In club soda.

Time travel Back to the age Of the druids?

You don't mean to tell me That in the myriad times Carla's been pregnant,

It's going to be ok.

That only gets Switched on

It's the same building On a necklace.