Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

To know the man, I must taste the man.

I'll tell you what: It means we're looking for a horny midget that plays it safe.

Hey, Hayleykins, wanna play Jenga?

- Is that President Lincoln? - Yes.

We can handle the truth...

Excuse me, ladies.

- The peanut in the pyramid. - Oh, yeah. I guess that is what it is.

- No, thanks. - I thought you loved to gamble.

...what is this delicious paste upon which I am snacking?

The original President Peanut. Well, here goes.

That's crazy. I was never gonna tell you.

Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove

Even if it means I have to talk to the creepy librarian with the burned ear.

He said it was time the truth came out. We have to tell everyone.

We did it, Dad. Soon the whole world will know the truth.

- The monocle. - Yes, Steve. How does that feel?

...but he only thinks about sex with a black man once a year.

Well, this is the address, but I don't see any flagpoles.

If anyone needs me, I'll be celebrating in the bathtub.

How many times have I told you?

Every time I try to access a site, I get this:

I need more time for my report on George Washington Carver.