Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Bye.
I pictured him taller.
Do me up.
I'm 100-percent positive he's --
I'll paint your toenails.
Soccer shoe. Soccer shoe. Soccer shoe.
Just shaving here.
We'll just....
We all fucked up, okay?
...like "peculiar," maybe or "eccentric"...
...I smell the breath of every sun-stained face I've liberated.
...if you're inclined to that body part.
And I realize there's a lot of hormonal compulsion...
Did you forget your pruning shears?
Okay, I'll hold out my lip and you put it in.
...the overall harvest goes way up.
It's cash only.
I think it's a little --
"Yes I Can"? You said I was gonna freak out.
I'm fucking a teenage drug dealer?
Look away.
It happens but it shouldn't happen anymore.
Flappy upper arms, strange moles.
I'm just gonna throw this out there.