Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

as good as the name-brand stuff.

UNCLE TUNDE: Bob, it's me.

That was my fault.

I thought that was the match we were making.

What are you doing here?

So, how have you been?

Does it taste the same?

for his wonderful sermon.

to a woman like you.

Don't tell her I forgot.

and you could be one of my orphans.

Is your mother okay?

Just a little tummy issue.

You never saw me.

You and this guy have a lot more in common

with all-day comfort and support.

they're in charge of their lives.

he takes an oath to devote himself

Good, because there is one way

She's a special girl, Bob.

And you crash in a big ball of fire and everyone dies?

She stabbed you?I stole a carrot, my fault.

It's soft, so you can kick it around the house

Hello, Bob. Everything okay?

Listen, Abishola.

to hide your beautiful eyes.

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh. Someone is sitting there.

[congregation murmuring]

Younger, Nigerian.

As a matter of fact, when I get better,

Let me see. Oh, she didn't break the skin.

You don't have to ignore it, you can learn from it.