Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Why did he stumble on that? - I don't know.
- Okay, look up. - Oh, shit.
Okay. I guess this is... how do you say...
What time is it?
- Mom goals. - Sure.
- And look up, please. - Oh, that's hard.
Oh, Bowhaan!
"This is dangerous.
Because I have to show you.
You're gonna wind up in the hospital."
- Come on, come on. - Let's go.
She... I don't know. I have no idea who she is.
Okay. Play on your phones. I'll be back in 20 minutes.
This guy... I know him. Her. I know him.
Why are you here?
You can stall all you want,
Oh. The... bag.
But this one... special.
- Oh, you're like a doctor? - Yeah.
Why are you calling me?
Just parties... I mean, occasionally.
Why the hell would your boss let them wield a sledgehammer?
- like he said something else. - Every other word was fine.
So, what now?
You should never butterfly-kiss a butthole.
I said you didn't need to be threatened by him.
I know, but you got to close your fist or else
You're still at my house? What...
It's kind of cool.
- So am I. - What?
That said, you are getting to an age
during our long nights of excess.
That's up to Bowhaan.
It's Jareb.
It's empty.
In a city of 8 million people, you just happened
your strapping man, his new job.
Wilson.
I don't... It's... I lost it, so it doesn't matter.
I still want to hit him.
I did everything you said.
Ugh. It just reeks of effort.