Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It was called Soft. . Pitch.

Justin Bieber Fan Club.

I'm part of the Rancho Cucamonga

- It's all over, on the carpet...

- You know what? Not creepy at all.

Even weirder, you guys are standing right behind him.

Let's do this. - Let's do this.

- Okay, well, maybe you guys are too good

so come and get it."

and just started fucking little dudes every day.

I say that I'm 11

- I'm in. Ders?

Hey, why don't you losers try an organized sport for once?

I can touch my toes- pretty flexible.

- Yeah, we're good, man. - Oh, oh, we're cool, Blake?

Meet my new buddy here...

Can you please excuse us for a second?

- Yes, you are. You're creepy.

- Appreciate it, Toph, but got to check one thing for-

It's a real issue in my life.

Very normal. - Real hunk, actually.

Um, I'm actually gonna go do a bunch of errands

- Shh. Stop. He's here.

Maybe you guys- - No, no, no.

You're, like, handsome as hell.

I will fuck your face.

- Except you guys got to take off those hats.

"Tipped off." "Eyewitness."

- Sorry, guys. Bros before hos.

We're white dudes.

- You thought you could get away with it?

It was super sad. - Impressive.

They called me "harness bitch" the entire time,

- We live at the Penthouse penthouse.

had long blond dreadlocks.

- Thank you, you guys.

- That? Oh, that's just a real gun.

- I don't get you, dude.

He's not afraid to piss off of a stranger's roof.

- Yeah. Yeah. It's cool.