Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

How many numbers come out of your body?

Yes, because no teenager should kill themselves.

You used up all our data with your-- your thing shots.

Do a classic switcheroo?

Ruff. Rumming. Coming.

Right, but we thought it'd be funnier. But, no, I get it, I agree.

-Would you prefer a numb vagina? -No!

Some of you may know me as Jessi's genitals.

Fine. You know what, everybody?

So, if you ask me, Harry Houdini was Harry Houdi-neat.

And now he's making you lunches?

-Ohhh, he's moving you. -Thank you.

But don't go to the water park until you're in college.

Your little pony, Andy.

-Yeah, no, it's not a steering wheel. -I'm sorry.

-But it could go so badly. -Come on.

Whoo! Here we go!

But you want him to push you up against a dirty wall like a little old rag doll.

It's prepared in one of your bras.

Andrew, are you trying to kill me?

Okay, I'm sorry, but it just feels like nothing is good enough for you.

-You really need to get that checked out. -I know.

Okay, I-- I think I understand.

-Sniff the boy musk! Huff it now! -Later.

Ooh! Are you awake and ready to play-ay-ay-ay?

-takes all the bubbles out my soda pop. -Sorry.

- She wrote back to my hot abs pic. -Hooray!

All right, I want you to imagine your dick has a secret.