The Fighting Temptations Page #3

and your Holy Berrys,

all the models up there,

but for booty,

you got to come down south.

We booty experts, bootyologists.

- Booty is in the eye of the beholder.

- Booty gonna be in my hand.

Now your Louisiana booty, it gets its

buoyancy from its heavy seafood diet.

Your Alabama booty

is characterised by its density.

A quarter bouncing... ping!

As for your Mississippi booty,

consensus say the Indian genetic

contribution gives it its beautiful tone.

As for your Georgia booty,

the Georgia sun bakes and seals

all the booty juices into a slow roast!

- I see I'm dealing with a connoisseur.

- For sure, a booty connoisseur.

- Who's that?

- Lilly, please hurry up.

That's Lilly. Forget all that booty stuff.

She's in a spectrum of fineness

the energy is so potent in,

she got a suit against her

for reckless endangerment.

Sounds like a special kind of woman.

Holler at me later,

I'll hook you up with her.

This is where you're stayin'.

Thought they were puttin' me up

in a hotel.

It's a boardin' house. This the only place

that has room. Hey, Jimmy B!

- Hey, what's up, Smooth L?

- His grandmother own the place.

Darrin? Come on,

everybody's already at the funeral.

Get in.

Momma catch me

Put a whoopin' to my backside

- And even as a crack fiend...

- Man, that's inappropriate music.

This man's auntie's

about to be maggot food.

The funeral is beginnin' of Sally Walker.

Let us have a moment of silence

to pay our respect.

Sorry about that.

I guess I was celebratin' her life

a little late into the night.

Simon. Sarah. How you all doin' today?

- Aunt Sally's nephew, Darrin.

- Nice to meet you.

- Sorry about your aunt.

- We all loved Miss Sally.

She was little Nicholas's godmother.

Hey, little man.

You know I'm your daddy, right?

Don't hate the player. Hate the game.

I'm in the freakin' Twilight Zone.

Wake up!

Wake up!

Oh, Sally!

Why did it have to be her?

Oh, Lord! Oh, Lord!

Faye, couldn't you find someplace else

to be slain in the Spirit?

- Grandma, get up!

- She's your grandma?

Sally! Sally!

The nerve, showin' their faces

in the house of God.

Glad my departed husband

isn't here to witness this.

You can't keep people from a funeral.

They loved Sally.

They're a bunch of heathens.

I don't even know why she cared.

Move down.

Brothers and sisters,

we are gathered here today

to pay tribute to a great woman...

Sally Walker.

We will now be blessed

with a selection from the choir

and their lead singer,

Reverend Shirley Caesar.

I got a signal. It's a miracle!

- If that ain't Jesus callin', shut it off.

- Sorry. Go on.

My cellphone's been out of range.

Has Mr Fairchild changed his mind?

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