Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You think I'm kidding? Those aren't Irish guys making your falafel.

And that's what I'm like when I have sex. I go, uhhh.

You do have cancer, though, loads of it, in your scrotum.

They're at my place. Babysitter.

Like, my eyes open and I reload the program of misery.

Oh. Come on through. It's fine, Priscilla.

I have two tables, all black people, so I know I'm not making no tips.

There's never gonna be another year of my life...

You told me to come by, remember? Do I know you?

Because now, also, I'm 42, so I'm getting-- I'm get-- I'm really on the decline.

Okay, all right. Okay, I'll be as gentle as I can.

I guess. Oh, my God."

And again, me and my friend were just like, meh.

It's just this dude with garbage all over him.

And that's gonna kill you as well.

Then shut up, asshole.

I can't believe you're a doctor.

...and something like this in the middle? The Nazi thing? That all you got?

That is the worst penis probably in the world.

So how are the kids? Good.