Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Or gaze at a bear ♪

I guess being responsible doesn't have to be a bad thing.

Don't worry, guys. I'm not gonna be hard on you

And I've always thought female poets are--

I've never written a whole poem.

One time I saw the employee break room at the art museum.

And, uh, this one just says, "Good morning, rake."

Your underwear always feels wet, front and back.

But then I would never actually call myself a poet.

That's exactly the word.

This sounds like the start of a fairy tale.

but my lie bloomed from my feelings,

and, well, now I've really done it.

from when I was in high school.

you've put thousands of hours and dollars into

I admire that so much.

You guys know I love to swivel in a chair in complete darkness.

filling up with rage diarrhea?

You know it. I can't wait to be your guide

and just chat about poetry.

that homework stinks.

that ends in a very fun surprise destination.

but still feel weirdly ashamed of.

- from writing outside in the elements by the river. - Got it.

For a minute I thought you were gone,

and then you die... die... die.

Sorry about that.

but Cheesecake and I did just fine.

Remember, Moon? How I am one?

And now, a man who promised me in the woods that he was a poet.

So, we're in a cell that floods with icy cold water?

♪ His boyfriend's a dancer whose name is Tim ♪

and then we'll go back.

bite to eat and then circle back

All right, everybody

There are some pretty nice ones in the scarf hamper

And would it kill you to be exhausted

Wondering if we took a wrong turn.

Well, I couldn't stop dipping my fork into it,

about taking the last Toaster Strudel this morning.

I'm talking about an all-access tour

but you love to see those choo choos go round.

Crapple sauce. I forgot.