Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, sorry for being late, my man.

Tell me you're not skipping school again.

You did not just steal from me.

Just passing by the Atlanta pen make my boy-hymen hurt.

I'm talking about you need these, cuz.

Come on, baby. Here.

-I know. The kids these days, right? -The road, man...

Man, y'all barely made a dent!

and they want to take some pictures,

Your hair is fucked up, man.

It's okay. Okay. Everybody good.

And I trusted you to do this for me.

Yeah, that's right. That is Paper Boi.

with half a haircut, man.

All right, I'm-a be there. Cool. Shit.

Yeah, I'm on my way. No big deal.

I'm done, man. Yup.

[stammers] Like I said, man, the usual.

All right, Bubba, okay, cool. All right. All right, man.

-Yeah. -Nigga, what the fuck is this?

Then we came back up here, I cut your hair.

[woman continues wailing]

-We'll be right back. -Why, man?

I had to reconfiscate this wood

Yeah, he had queef engine or something like that.

ALFRED: What?! Ah, Bibby, man!

[chattering continues]

Well, do it then, beige lady! Call 'em!