Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

My calves are still tender from jazz dance club.

Oh, man, this is gonna be terrible.

And read one of your poems?

Pale-pink bill.

but this time stop in the middle and chuckle knowingly.

come out for the evening.

What's going on with your face?

for some real city shoes

Oh, hey, Moon. Glad you could

I know last night I had to do

and then arrange me like your beautiful words.

She's gonna be so proud when I tell her.

- Beef? Are you okay? - Ah, yes.

and we have so many plans together, like how we were gonna

I'm glad it's with you, Ham.

I-I just got surprised when there was a floor

But your arms-- they'll fall off

Let those chaper-oldies up there bore their groups to turds.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning!

Hello, everyone. This is my poem.

Our hands fit perfectly together.

where you can still see half of an adorable napkin holder

- Come here, come here! - I found it! - Wow.

Judy, I got us into this acting like a kid.

I wonder if he's gonna switch his boots

but what I can help you with is a look.

the rest of the cliff.

and my vision blurred.

♪ Cowpoke, they think I'm some kinda joke ♪

That's not a poem.

because I can never think of rhymes.

Ham, we got to go.

because they say it's a little dangerous,

and very, very stupid.

I just wanted them to think I was still young enough

Um, I'm sorry, let me... let me start again.

Being the fun adult never works.

but today I'm responsibility-free.

E-Everyone watch the hole there.