Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Here we go! Work with me.
Ooh.
Cool, whatcha doin'?
Abbi?
Okay, we can do this.
Oh.
You know that my pee probably won't pass a drug test either?
- Love ya. - I love you, too.
- Okay. - Eat, Abbi.
Oh my God, guys. I have some big news.
Help, somebody, please help.
Huh.
How the fuck do you know this much about fashion.
Oh, I have big news, too.
And he doesn't even want to be friends.
Tractor-trailer, overturned.
God, we're hot.
You know, he never really did.
I still cannot believe you are such a thong head.
Trey, I did not mean like joke, like, like that.
Make me a "Vaginia-colada"
I don't even know what I'm doing.
I just straight up asked that couple over there.
- Let's cheers. - Awesome.
- Yeah. - Take it easy.
- Am I late? - No.
Where were you, Miss Ilana?
Um, 'Kay, mask down.
- Oh, Mr. Pucker. - Yeah.
sex friends only.
Four weeks ago was our first kiss.
Let's figure something out that's gonna let you maintain that status quo.
Madonna, Rihanna, Ilana.
I hope you're not talking about the kegels.
- Okay. - Oh, shit.
No you're not. Sit down and eat your dinner.
jarring and...
- He was just very early. Follow me. - Okay.
it's Trey.
I need to talk about something.
Oh, my sweet girl,
♪ Four and three and two and one, one ♪♪
The condom in your room?
- Yeah? - Ew, what the fuck.