Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I can help you.

All right, bro.

That's where your girl at, brother.

I don't see race. Didn't even notice.

- Oh. - Yeah, yeah.

What's your name, Officer? Can I get your number?

I don't know, man. I'm pretty hungry.

I thought you were fucked up.

- "You remember me?" - Yeah?

- No. - You sure you don't know them?

You told me to do that. Don't play that.

Sir, you can't go in there.

- and friggin' pull it out. - Okay.

- No, we do not. - Oh, shit.

Yeah, our battery died.

Give me some, little nigga. I'm so proud of you.

I was like, "Oh, shit."

- Two buds on the road. - What up?

- We gotta get outta here. - It's his fault for being

I'm telling you, man, from the bottom of my heart,

You're not from here?

Bruh, matter of fact,

Hey, man, I was just trying to make sure everything's...

I don't feel like fucking talking about now.

Sir, if you carry on doing that,

And I don't think you ever show anywhere.

Look, man, you're my best friend, bruh.

Can we order now?

And then, Adam, look around to me.

Isn't this party fun?

I gotta make it happen.

- Don't! Hey, hey, hey, man. - Get the fuck away from me.

Chris, I don't know about this, man.

What if I drive like this?

Bud's my brother.

- Get it together. - Please.

stand on the front lines and then just bombs away.

I will suck your dick if you kill me.

- Oh, shit. Shit. - Oh!

We get back on the road, and we get to New York.

She's like, half Chinese.

What the fuck, dude?

Right, yeah, you just, like,

- Just tell him you're sorry. - Yeah, yeah.

and keep just a little bit of room off here.

the one that there's a lot of debate about.

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry. - It's terrible.

Shit. You scared the shit outta me, dude.

Step on in, guys. Step on in.

Shit! Damn, we on this.

And you may now

I trust you back there. I do not trust him back there.

I like it, man.

Oh, Lord, have mercy.

Would she go in there for you?

- Trina's on our ass. - Look, I can't

When you see it, it make everything okay.

- No. No. - Yes. For Maria.

What are you looking at?

Later, smoothies, I'm off to New York

- a pussy his whole life. - I'm done, motherfucker.

where a cool bar is.

No, no. You gotta knot it up and put it in.

We made it, man.

You can't be stopping me right now.

I figured I might as well go with this look.

I've seen your ass on Facebook and everything with them.

She revved the thing. I don't know.

It was crazy. Let's hang out.

You better tell me where the fuck Bud is.

- Don't! No. Bye! - Thank you. Thank you.

How much did you drink? Are you a fucking camel?

You look like my best friend, Bud. And I miss him.

- You are beautiful. - Thank you.

I think there's something we can actually do.

'Cause I know they love chicken.

Your car is ready for pick up! We are excited to unvail the masterpiece!!!

of a honky-tonk bar.

That blew my mind.

'Cause I feel like you lying to me right now.

No, no, no, no, no.

Help me. Help me. Help me.

and I'm gonna just start all over, man.

You know somethin', man? You ain't a real friend.

I got this. I got this. I got this. I got this.

He's so uptight. I don't know. Like...

She stuck up for me in high school.

- That bitch'll kill you. - Stay!

African American. Lighter than you.

I'll go over to Afghanistan or Iraq,

I'm real proud of you.

I may never recover from,

"I'm your guardian fucking angel.

I experienced emotional and physical traumas

I'm done with you, too.