Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[smooth jazz playing]

I want to be able to see you when I pee.

Oh, shucks, that means you're probably not gonna have any sex tonight.

I got everything right, baby.

bein' interviewed for a kid's research paper?

Or, as some people like to say,

Harriet Tubman was gonna be on the $20 bill.

Crunch down on my crispy penis?

I knew what I needed to do.

chirp haha good at bizness

Ah. I can't feel my balls!

Little bitch boy, damn.

Just be yourself, Edward. Shit, what the fuck is wrong with you?

[plays ragtime tune]

I was born in Washington DC right before the turn of the century.

Today we are more than a collection of penises.

Long enough to know that this is a fuck story.

Honestly, you're not workin' with a lot.

♪ Oh, I'm going through changes ♪

I wish I could go back in.

-You see, Jay, colorism... -Uh-oh.

-Please. -Uh-oh.

-Oh, my goosh! -[train whistle blows]

-Uh-huh. -The hospital

And every Sunday I'm surprised the sermon isn't about your derrière.

I'm glad you died in my house.

Yes, everyone was there. Except the woman who mattered most.

I did too, until I found my true inspiration.

so act cool like an ice box,

You guys get your tickets for Atlantic City yet?

-Fathouse. -[light bulb buzzing]

Yeah, respectfully speaking here, fuck that bitch mom you had.

Eventually I stopped hitting baseballs and started hitting puberty,

Oh, what kinda house nigga... No!

A lot of things had changed that summer.

-Maybe even better. -Mm-hm.

We're all gettin' summer jobs there.