Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sciatic nerve pain is no joke.
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that bitch is mean.
Texting and driving.
- Damn. You're serious.
He said a couple of months of physical therapy, he was right back--
[sighs]
We're gonna handle this shit, we're gonna do it right.
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♪ But some days I sit ♪
With my Uncle Charles.
- Shut up, bitch! [groans]
I'm tired of this square-ass life.
fuck, but I can't, dawg.
Crack the motherfucking window in this shit.
- Hey, hey, Julio.
- Too scared to throw putasos.
We've been here how long?
- It's an epidemic, homey.
Come on, come on.
- Fuck you, Officer Krupke!
My spine specialist said I probably gotta get
- Dawg, can we quit this shit yet?
My homeboy had that same operation.
- No, no, no, no. I still got one last boy, alright?
Call Rent Your Rims so your wheels could have some drift.
- Yeah, my boys are soldiers.
- We should at least stop by the store and get you some probiotics.
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- And for a great cause?
♪ When he went out with girls I could go taggin' along ♪
Shit!
- Hmm. [door opens]
- Damn, mine's L5 and S1.
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Throw some putasos.
It was me and my boys who beat your ass.