Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And make sure those crates get moved over there...

"You know what, Jesse? I'm sick of you."

Wait, wait, wait. Let me guess, let me guess.

And he's probably buff too.

Hurry up, get to the car.

And Ed the Third gets shot in the chest.

that ain't nobody ever heard of.

You get the sword.

of Robert J. Freeman.

Not her, I met her at the park.

I- It's a... It's a pleasure to meet you as well,

So, what's the problem?

and cure revitaligo.

You can tell me, uh, about the last time you were arrested,

* I'm the spark That makes your idea bright *

I mean, she probably didn't want to say it to your face,

that y'all can just look at her when you want.

I have to do something drastic before I screw it up.

But... Leave me alone, I gotta go pee.

Nah, she probably just got a young nigga on the side.

No one normal can love the real me.

I read your Facebook suicide note, man.

Never thought about it like that.

but to leave forever without saying goodbye...

No black women in his life neither.

Robert, it's been 16 hours,

Is that what she said? No,

I may not have the pectorial muscles of a Michael Jai White,

all them industrial-strength

and watching Real Housewives of Compton.

that it might help me find a woman to love me

wonderful, glorious behind.

Boys, guess what.

Hello, there, chimpan... Uh, monkey...

for looking at my girl.

Miss Brown. Miss Brown.

stupid computer things. I can't keep up.