Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- You are frickin' dead, boy!
which... they do.
You can leave my house and respect my woman.
- Whoo! Let's roll!
- Whatever, man.
to crack the players handbook open
- Sharon, I hated chindoing you anyways!
- I'm gonna straight do what I came here to do.
I've changed my mind. Get off.
- Careful? I never am.
Good guess, though.
Why? 'Cause of magic.
Which is 4,178 years old.
- Blake, I never agreed to this.
Those girls had some big ole boobs, right?
- Yeah? Well, I'm using 'em.
- Ah, don't take the beats. - Yeah.
We got to get a new roommate.
- ♪ Poof, pow, surprise ♪
Okay! God damn-
- I think so.
Adam, you keep doing what you're doing, bud.
- I'm just happy to be a part of it, finally.
You need to show me the rest of this house, if that's okay.
♪ What's with your eyes ♪
- Hey, man,
warriors cannot collide while erect.
- Rude!
He's 5'8",
♪ 'Cause we the number one sorcerers ♪
- Okay, so remember, wizards are immortal.
You are so dead. - Bring it.
It's like a coconut oil. What is that?
- Spanish-style, Spanish-style home.
- I appreciate all your hard work.
Oh, what do you think that smell is, Blake?
She's hot. I jerked it to her last night.
Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop!
He's got, like, ten times more of the bravery than you.
- Yeah.
- Well, it's never too late to learn.