Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's my name. Well, not really.
It's a little run together, but that's what it says!
It's a poem.
It's a living mirror. Cool hat!
''My darling bride Manjula...
They'll keep my men from resorting to homosexuality...
It's easy to blame ourselves...
The gal I'm stalkin' had me bumped back to 200 feet.
Oh, they're newlyweds. They'll just talk things out and top it off with some lovin'.
That's funny, 'cause they're monkeys.
Yeah. I hate that song.
So many roses.
- How can we sabotage his labor of love? - I don't know.
Hey, you're wrecking it!
If I know his M.O., he's saved the biggest one for today.
- Oh, that's sweet. - Oh, here's one.
Nelson, what are you doing?
- Aw, Moe! - That's too far.!
(STOMACH RUMBLING)
Worse than ever, I am afraid.
Oh, she's not gonna leave you right before Valentine's Day.
Whoa, whoa! My rope came loose.
Uh, Mom? Will you help me with my project?
for, uh, you know, teaching us, um, to love again.
Reverend Timothy Lovejoy says he's counseled...
Eh.
- ## - Oh!
- Try it with rice. - I'm so glad we were able to get together.
Yes. Perhaps I stretched the truth a bit.