Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Stop.
I don't know if we could put that in a public park.
Well, well, well,
Well, well, well,
You'd be surprised.
Jamm is stealing this lot right out from under us.
Jamm, what the hell are you doing?
In the spirit of fair play,
I suggest we put on these authentic Wamapoke headdresses
I'm still technically married, but my wife knows the deal.
Oh, God, I could die.
Uh-oh.
Make all the ruckus you want.
Use the penises.
But as time goes by, it eats away at me.
I tweeped. I called Tweep.
Or regular Indian.
Whale, whale, whale,
Blonde hair, big breasts, long legs.
I knew it.
The zodiac killer never confessed.
And I thought you might also like to know
Well, well, well,
raining compliments on you, huh?
Please.
Max Leavitt Max Leavitt
if it isn't Mr. Best Man and Bachelor boy.
What's going on? Nothing?
I'm very, very sorry.
Oh, I'm sorry, what's this?
Do you have a second right now?
We have a new slogan that I'm quite proud of:
No worries, Gary.
What are you losers doing for your bachelor party?