Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Louis Farrakhan.

- It's not even about Nina.

- I mean, it wasn't supposed to be all this.

And she paints little Minions on her fingernails.

- A'ight, I'm gonna go get him from the car.

Langston, I'm gonna need you on cleanup, nigga.

I can't watch the porn I like to watch at a regular bank.

[glass shatters] - Oh. Mm-mm.

- Bye, little girl.

- Jesus and Joseph Christ. Who John Wick-ed you?

She's just so like, wild, man, and free.

- No, I didn't. - Now you sure you're okay

- Oh, make it rain!

dressed like a leather popsicle is Tiki.

Her poops probably come out clean like a cup of soft serve.

I'll take care of her for you.

than that tropical name makes her seem.

but that's not how sperm banks work.

- I'm warning you, she is way scarier

And who's really getting fucked?

Things just got a little out of hand.

- Hey! What up?

- Whoa! - Oh, my nigga!

but the real question still remains.

[Jak giggles] Get your damn ass--

- Damn, we all deserve to eat pussy

and tells you he has a taste for something pink.

And when your side pussy start coming to your work,

the chef has kind of heard of, you know?

- Exactly. Downloading, downloading.

I'm just here to check on my safety deposit box, you know?

- [in deep voice] No, I'm not.

- My brain so hard, bruh, like--

When the accumulated nut floods the building

never have to happen again.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, but Nina though?

add three more numbers.

- Relax. - Sam, you got me fucked up.

Or your one-woman shows or your colonoscopy ever again!

I'm not some down and out single mom.