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Across town, it was 2:00 a.m. and Miranda was no closer to sleeping.
Hi.
-I hate that you eat oranges in my bed. -You do?
I don't think I'm ready for this to be, you know, Iike a big thing.
It's part of their genetic code, Iike farting.
-Out of how many? -Infinity.
I'm gonna go.
That night, Big and I went out to celebrate absolutely nothing.
I realized that neither of us would ever fundamentally change...
-What the hell was that? -You knocked me out of bed!
Look. Saturday is my free day, right?
It was not okay.
Come on, N-23.
About the same time, we went out to our favorite bar...
I'm not asking for perfection, I'm just Iooking for slight alterations.
You mean if those five patrons don't mind, it's okay with you?
They're sticky and they make the sheets stink.
I don't ever wanna know there's a woman out there calling my son a Shar-Pei.
Charlotte never saw Mike again.
Can I get another board, please?
And now he's obsessed with watching me.
Everything was great about Steve except for one thing.
If this was all I was ever gonna get out of Big, was it enough for me?
...which on Saturdays changes into drag queen bingo.
Reminder: you're dating the guy, not the penis.
Really?
I'm being executed tomorrow morning. That's my parole officer there.