Meet the Blacks Page #2

Don't touch me!

Hey, my hand!

F*** you,

you redbone b*tch.

- F*** you.

- You haven't made it yet...

you punk-b*tch nigga.

Your mother's dick

is bigger than yours.

You're the only nigga

in this neighborhood...

that is still on welfare.

Yes, I Googled you.

Get the f***

off the door.

Don't worry, Lestat.

We will teach them all!

As the purging descends...

the vampires will take

their rightful place...

as the leaders

of the-- sh*t!

Man.

- What the f***!

- Intruder! Intruder!

- Punk-ass alert-

- What the hell is that?

Punk-ass alert.

- Yeah.

- Carl's Jr., get this sh*t out of here!

Carl's Jr.!

I'll bite your neck.

Little bad motherf***er.

I'm getting rid

of these damn kids.

Is anybody here?

I mean, we done

really came up.

We in a mansion, girl.

- Damn, girl!

- I know!

Girl, what your daddy do

to leave Chicago?

I don't know

what my father's doing...

but he done did something

really, really dope.

Baby!

Tell me about your husband.

Your husband play football?

Well, my baby owns

an electronic wiring company...

and he just landed

this huge account.

That's why we're here.

And what he does is

he goes to people's houses...

he wires people's cars...

and he just landed

this amazing new client.

That's why we can live here.

- How long you been here?

- Girl, three days.

What do you do all day...

Ming, I take care

of his kids.

- You see this house?

- Hey.

Hey, baby!

Damn, you haven't

finished unpacking?

You're out here

getting your nails done...

and looking

all good and...

- And what's going on?

- I'm getting a manicure.

- Plum wine.

- You're looking good, too.

Lord, Jesus!

Baby.

All for you, my love.

Good lord, give me

some of that Chinese--

My fault.

I'm sorry, I can't play a little bit?

- Stop playing.

- She wanted a nigga.

She's my new friend.

- Leave her alone.

- I know, I know.

- I'm just kidding.

- Stop playing.

- He lie. He lie.

- I know he's lying.

- I know him.

- These manicure hoes is on me now.

You know what I'm saying?

That's what I'm talking about.

All he does

is jack off all day.

Okay, Carl.

Carl, I'm gonna need you...

to turn around

really slowly...

because you don't believe

when I tell you this.

- You see this tongue.

- He is so gross.

Ride my mustache.

- Ride-- Oh, sh*t!

- Cronut!

- Baby, that's not right.

- Did he have his little nuts out...

- just there in the window?

- No, his tongue was enough.

It's just wrong, baby.

I don't--

He's probably smelling

your panties in there...

- lying around the house.

- Oh, lord.

Man, hide your underwear

around the bedroom. Sh*t.

- Are you gonna answer that?

- Yeah, I got it.

Yeah, this might be--

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