Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I'm sorry. One second here.

but don't worry, baby.

It's not gonna go the way you think.

and I mind my damn business.

I don't negotiate with terrorists.

This is what it must feel like to be God.

You don't know Tiki, okay?

- You walk off alone.

And they'll say, "Who's Jak?"

- Y'all killed my motherfucking baby!

- Shut up, bitch.

- Actually, despite your many,

- I don't know. That's why I'm here.

You didn't even cut it up--

And it just didn't seem right

so I can--so I can cum here,

That's a lot of goddamn pushups.

Now they already broke three of my god damn appletini glasses

you ain't gotta read Mother Goose.

- I mean, her name's Tiki, and she's my side bitch.

trying to do what's best for her unconventional family.

So, these hoes are determined.

It's not that serious. - It is that fucking serious.

- Because I'm devastated.

'cause it be slipping off and shit.

- I did it. I busted all the nuts.

then whose nut was it?

I'd have fucked the bitch up.

- Chill out, bro. Tiki's not a parasite.

- They said that? - Not a single person.

between you and Tiki.

like the type that, like, lets abuse go on too long

to finally do right by this baby.

because I'm a customer there, and I need to figure out

Someone grab the big cup.

or calling it on its birthday.

- Ain't nobody kill your baby.

- No--no one? - No.

- Yo, you're like a father to me, man.

- Mm. - Soft ass nigga.

Thank you, Lucille. I appreciate you.

- Help! Someone please help!

You don't know how to deal with wild bitches.

- You good? - I'm all right.