Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

When was the last time you saw a black woman jogging, Robert?

all my Granddad's money.

I'm worried about you.

What was she doing in the park in the middle of the day? Huh?

What am I gonna do? She's perfect.

I've never been arrested,

super steroided shemales

Robert, who's this?

I mean, look at me. No black women in my life.

Let me talk to her. No.

Uh, just use your imagination.

Yup, real buff.

with these bizarre characters and it's so much fun.

From now on, I'm out of the game.

She didn't pass the test.

Robert, may I use your little girl's room?

For many of you, this will be the last time hearing from me.

his views are obviously reprehensible,

I just put on some weight recently.

or the washboard abs of a Tyson Beckford,

pot-boiling, bone-in-the-nose, doing-a-monkey-dance,

* I am the visual The inspiration *

I'm doing this for your own good.

inviting hips, and that ample chocolate bosom

Well, up until recently we raised money

that Afro-tramp could not be...

Stuff like that happen to me all the time.

I can wear an earring. Maybe two.

a young lady friend.

Martin Luther King's chicken pesto.

I can't do any better than jail?

You have these crazy adventures

in her car and now we can follow her anywhere.

just like the assortment of gums, mints, lotions,

Goddamn, they keep coming up with these

Be a hypocrite, Granddad.

You can't make me!

And I said, and pardon my language,

Let's all laugh at the old guy.

She's the perfect woman. I can't find

or a funny story about the collection agent,

She cured it. Oh, my God,

Nigga, get your ass away from my commodes.

Please don't break up with me.