Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I hug a lot, I can burp the alphabet,
I feel like all these eyeballs are a-watchin' me.
- Here, look closely. - I told you, I don't recall.
"Dear Mabel..." So far so good.
So, wait, you weren't the author, but you worked with him.
Hey, bro-bro, look what I got.
And reading glasses. Heck!
That's not so funny!.
Aah! What do we do? Where do we go?
Give it up, boy.
Guys, are you seeing this? They just wiped lazy Susan's memory.
♪ Eat your own pants, eat your own pants ♪
Dysentery's gonna get you, dawg.
Hi. I'm Mabel! I'm 12 and own a pig!
or what I'm doing here, or if I'm a man or a woman.
He lives in a hut and talks to animals, thanks to you.
He has been cataloguing his findings
What about this book? Are you sure you didn't write it?
I call it the Society of the Blind Eye.
I am Blind Ivan,
learning to read or breathe or...
It doesn't make sense. Where did he go?
to benefit all mankind, but something went wrong.
Say good-bye to your summer.
But the laptop has your name on it.
Honestly? That was perfect.
Identity theft at it's finest
Lazy Susan?
It is unseen.
Still don't know what that means.
I decided to quit the project. But I lie awake at night,
Do you hear that?