Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

‐(bleats) ‐(grunts)
It's only noon.
Let us make a sacred pact before the gods.
All you got to do is put these jugs outside of taverns,
confident that he would be welcomed into the senate.
What are you doing here?
Bartigula blamed the troubles of Rome
I have so many great ideas.
- Uh... uh... - Hmm. I don't know.
Just give me a little time till we get on our feet,
How about making good on your promise,
Ya Carthage‐sacking
and that which tore it apart.
(sighs) Heavy lies the head
Women wanted him
Mmm. (chuckles)
(growling)
- ...to marry my daughter. - D'oh!
gets us free therapy from strangers.
CURATOR: Fun fact: in Ancient Rome, clothes were washed
I will teach this old fool who is the true gluteus maximus.
(both grunting)
The empire's in crisis,
we started a conversation.
What if you became a senator?
Yawn for me?