Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey. Why are you with that loser?
Somebody smoked a he-bitch!
-l'm in the shower. -T.J.'s been arrested.
Sometimes you're really funny, T.J.
-Rodrigo's been killed. -No.
Gwyneth.
Damn, no lipstick.
-Move the curtain! -What the hell?
Soy Rodrigo Bolas de Madera
-That poor guy. -What a dipshit.
Apparently there's some maniac who's killing them all.
Hold on.
...three years ago...
Oh, come on, man.
that motherfucker
You are sweet.
l grew up in Chernobyl.
Look at that, right there.
Hey, whoa, whoa.
-Not if you don't wanna talk about it. -Well, turns out l'm not that attractive.
Oh, no. No, it's..
I ain’t gay
He can actually kiss you with his butthole.
But having a penis is way overrated. Trust me.
What a beautiful couple, mother and man-whore.
Come on. This is Mexico.
He's beautiful.
Yes. Yes, you should be there too.
Maybe l can help you relax.
...eat two herring and drink a beer from a wooden shoe.
My friend Tiberius Jefferson is not the Man-whore Killer.
...and taking the free tour with no intention of ever joining.
-l'm going there too. -l'm coming with you.
No. He can't be.
Right this way, please.
Man, get on over here.
-So they say. -lt could kill every fish in that tank.
That's a huge bitch.
-Knock yourself out. -Thank you.
So the first thing a brother wants out of prison is chicken and waffles?
Hey Jr.
But we have to put our egos aside right now...
Harder!
-You gotta move on with your life. -T.J.!
Something seems to be going wrong. l'm not sure what's happening.
Now, today, class...
-What? -Yes.
l know who the killer is.
Whatever. l bet that thing doesn't even work, you stupid he-bitch.
lt's when you stick it in their....
Give that back! That's not a toy!
Well, l was getting $ 10.
I want a man who's unemployed
Baby never eat again.
You do know the Dustch started the slave trade.
lt's Eva.
Coming up next, more weather.
Excusse me, but in America they don't allow smoking in aquariums.
EFF RIGHT NOW IM NOT A MEN WOE
Where is he?
I miss him and his mangina
Yes, you.
You're absolutely right.
Okay, that's a tough one. l'll give you that.
Nobody pays for that shit anymore.
What a dipshit.
Well, it ain't much, but it's home.
He made you feel sexy.
This belongs to you too.
And then three months later...
l couldn't be happier for you.
-What do we do now? -T.J. has an old friend...
Bye, Deuce.
Our private areas.
Even if l wanted to, how are we gonna find a dead gigolo's customers?
Maybe the song got stuck in her head...
l just realized l'm gay.
Bye-bye, gigolos.
For Heinz's wang?