Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I bought this yarn when I was pregnant with Louise.
You are correct, Olsen Benner from Channel 6 News.
You're gonna have so much snow in you,
I'm gonna go talk some sense into these fools.
She's probably got oven mitts in there or something.
You guys can choose which one you want.
You know what this means?
No, I mean what's inside the bag.
Thank you, Knitcracker.
Ah.
And they brought their young-looking dad.
What? How?
We're gonna sled ourselves sick.
Great. Good night.
It's so long and so straight.
So, what are you gonna do with this terrific tote
be so violently thrown at us?
- Wait, you knit? - Yeah, I knit.
It's the style, Bob.
I didn't say that.
No, it's not narrow.
That's right, run away with your fully formed teenage butts.
All right. Here, watch me.
- Get ready to eat snow Smellcher - Okay
Who can throw a snowball really hard?
- Where are you? - Church parking lot.
You know what? That was confusing. I'll call her.
- Oops, another one. Oops, another one. - Sorry, did I throw you off?
- that nobody wants? - Hey, get your hands off that.
Nothing happened because I was never here.
Advance!
Bob Belcher Yelling Shut up
Hey, my cousin Mandy is a pitcher
But now it's time. It's time to knit or get off the pot.
All right, all right, that's hilarious.
The-the-the park's no place for a kid.
I was just thinking about your snow bully, Ricky.
it's a nice day for... a white sledding.
- Ah, I can't help you. - Linda!
- You suck at this. - Aah!
If she can't be mine, then no one can have her.
Turn off the TV and jingle your butts to bed.
- Wait, what are we talking about? - The hill.
- You'll do it? - I'll do it.
You're gonna blame Gram Gram for that?
What? I just plowed two parking lots.