Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

against those belted pads in the women's bathroom.
-Ham, what do you think? -I think when women's issues are on the table...
I've been meaning to pay someone to do it,
The one next to the dumpster.
Feels like I'm wiping my butt with a blanket!
she was walking up to Vera's, boot in hand.
-wherever you go? -That's the one:
You look like it rained on your wedding day.
She came over to pick them up on Friday,
Who curses you so?
We also use it for gym equipment,
That's why she didn't like our mural.
-Peanut butter. -That's my breath. Try again.
"See-nih yuhlimaf stralf"?
-(click) -GNOME: 'Ello, gardener.
Yep, well, that's technically true.
Well, I give Kyle my used razors.
(scoffs)
and how better to demand them
-I just came to drop off... -Wish I could take 'em,
You were right. People are treating me differently.
Like when I can't decide between a bath or a shower,
"Vera believes the boot belongs to...
Ten. And...
He's right, Beef. I've seen it before, in Fresno.
-♪ I hold my head up high ♪ -♪ Heads held high up to the sky ♪
♪ Work it just a little bit... ♪
-Permission granted. -Hey, hear me out! Wait, really?
to meet Judy Tobin, the artist.
But there's another person in town who loves shoes.
She has no use for it, and you look like a fool.
and then be like, "Ugh, Vera, who owns a junkyard now?
Not so fast, Judy. We don't even know