Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

When you're all, like, low down with those spooky chords.
Everybody's very light on teeth.
at Club Woohoo, peaches.
Is this it, just me flat out and you just farting about
He's such a fucking purist about everything.
Know why I came up with that name? Why, Pete?
More money to jail you in empty choices?
Do you think you might have something to take the edge off...?
for Joy's dinner party tomorrow night.
There was, er... half a chocolate Santa
Sorry. I've been a bit, like, "Ning, ning, ning" lately.
These dickheads have more fun than us and they eat frozen squirrel.