Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

causing me to lactate a viscous milky mucus.

Hi, Betsy. Steve Smith. We were in first grade together,

I wanted to thank you all for electing me deacon.

And that is how I bought my Camry. Ah, here we go.

- It is? - It blows Christie's nachos out of the agua!

- Yes. You picked Susan Sarandon. - I've changed my mind.

Keep your arms crossed and Jesus won't see 'em!

Mom, Dad. I think... I think I'm pregnant.

I want my one free kill to be Chuck White. Yours can still be George Clooney.

Oh, no. Please, don't. It's almost swimsuit season. I just...

Mexico, or as I like to call it, God's Blind Spot

If we don't bring the perfect dish, I might as well withdraw!

Stuff his face, and the milk will flow like the lies from my drunken mother's filthy mouth!

You know what this is? A deacon fanny. Yeah! Look at it. Bet you wish you had one.

shape up! you mary rou rotton!

Whatever you want. A pregnant boy still has the right to choose.

I've been possessed by the Devil.

That was just a fraternity prank! I was blindfolded!

- That doesn't sound very possessed. - Say it into a microphone.

I told you it was not appropriate!

Thanks for walking me home from CPR class, Steve. Can I tell you something personal?

You don't care about being deacon! You just wanna beat Chuck White.