Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

just some homeless junkie.
I like you. I do, and
We don't judge, Cricket, we don't judge.
Take me to the angels, baby.
Election Night 2020
- You know, ticktock. - Uh, look, guys, um,
I gave you a shot.
Come back here!
Do you want to live this way, son?
You smell his shoes?
- He needs the lemons. - The guy loves lemons.
Have a little faith.
Well, uh, actually, that is true,
Davy, Pops.
- Yeah. - All right, what's it gonna be?
His shoes smell like rotten eggs.
Covered in manure, selling your body,
No, no. You're not gonna sleep there. Come on.
- Oh. Eh, too exposed. - Yeah.