Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He used to play keyboards at my church.
- Ooh, what are you doin' to the rape van, bud?
Guys, wrong house, I'm telling you.
You know, he's gonna run for city councilman someday.
- Thank you, officer.
- Drug dealers have those. - Hey-yo, maggots!
- Fug that. I ain't never scared.
- Thanks.
Let's get weird! Let's get weird!
Gobble, gobble.
This is my driver's license.
Italian food with a Jamaican fusion.
- Uh, I don't know if you know this,
You're raping my Volvo right now.
to the next level as sexual conquistadors-
Four days, three nights.
- Oh, sweet chocolate.
I cannot wait to meet these class acts.
- Oh, wait, hold- Karl, is there, like,
- It's just semen. Stop whining.
- Hey, buddy, you gonna help us over here or what?
- Oh... - What the-
I'm so excited.
Own it, man. It's cool.
[high, squeaky voice] Come on! Come on!
- Oh, my God.
- I actually need a passport,
a Pocahontas situation with some leathery Hedo babes.
There ya go. - Okay, cool.
Oh! Oh, oh, oh!
- Yeah, absolutely.
- Okay, Blake, that's-that's actually genius.
- No, I wrote that.
- We're just gonna get up. - No, back down.
- We don't have any sugar in this house.
But, Ders, you're kinda GQ.
and then, like, hit the switch and unlock-
Oh, yeah!
- There's a password. - Yep.
'cause he's Karl, and you have impeccable taste.
When they throw the grapes out, right?
[steel drum music]
Hey, your dick's in your hand.