Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

none of you are allowed to listen to tween-wave music.
That doesn't sound like shit to you?
Hmm. I'm gonna try something else.
* In the snow-covered hills *
The other night, I was chatting
* Happy birthday to you *
Oh, dude!
Oh, ask him about the murder now, Kyle.
l l
* Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love? *
Now you can't admit the next generation's music
#к’нлш #бгг’ #м’пн’бх #йгйо
* 'Cause I've built my life *
Where's mine? Where's mine? Where's mine?
You just seem kind of shitty to me.
Please welcome Miss Steamy Nicks.
what music he can and can't listen to?
* And if you see my reflection *
Look, Stan, maybe we should just...
It doesn't sound that way to us!
Bears get excited. then shit their britches
Why don't you leave them poor britches alone?
People get older, Randy.
That there's Steamy Nicks.
So they've got this feller down at the bowling alley.
That sounds like shit.
You mean you don't like the singing
But for now, I just don't want you listening to that stuff.
We both are, obviously.
* Till the landslide brought me down *
* Guh guh ga ga da da da *
But that's our music. We like it.
You think it sounds like crap too!
What the hell?
You know damn well it sounds like crap to you too!
and I thought they tasted like shit!