Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[gasps] Oh, my God, is that Missy?

-[dryer blowing] -Reading you loud and clear, big mama.

God, they make me feel twelve and a half again.

Aw, you know what helps me study?

But is that even possible?

[laughing] I know!

So are you! You put in a tampon!

what's the target audience for Cafeteria Girls?

-I'm just-- -Relax, I'm skipping too.

We slid here on our own discharge.

We literally just broke up with our eighth-grade boyfriends.

[salaciously] Twelve years old.

-That's a strong choice. -But it worked. They think I'm rich.

Okay, homeroom was rough, but I can do math.

-Now who's booing us? -Yeah, what's going on?

The motion passes!

welcoming the seventh-grade girls to the school."

-...in Somalia. -What?

Welcome to eighth grade, you girlbosses.

♪ It's all fish sticks, friends and fun ♪

Okay, well, I'd rather you showed the whole class right now.

[both] ...we're making sustained eye contact with you guys.

So you can tell me if any of the kids in your class are selling Quaaludes.

This class is way too hard.

I love you too! Who said that?

Are you kidding? You're like a hot, sexy cougar.

-[squeals] -You cannot spaz out like you usually do.

Kill the boy and fuck the parents.

This summer I went to camp. Um...

Ugh, my dad doesn't even have a private recumbent bike.

Jessi, what is this supposed to be?

Well, joke's on you, sweetheart, 'cause that was a fake name.

♪ Cafeteria Girls Life is their tray-hey-hey! ♪

girls should be younger than their boyfriends.

Yeah, like first or second, I would say.

Okay, this has been my time.

Indeed! Yes! Why don't you follow my fat ass to the powder room?

And even though I was held back for a really funny reason,

[laughing] Oh, my God. I still have his earlobe in my locket!

Holy snots, they're making out.

Really? I like how she sings everything.

I think it's a great idea.

I keep reading the same paragraph, and it makes less and less sense.