Who Made The Potatoe Salad? Page #6

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You need to go, Shaft.

"Shaft, go sleep on the couch."

Shaft this, Shaft that.

Keep calling me Shaft.

I've got your shaft right here.

Ashley,

- how old are you?

- Twenty-four.

Remember this, you ain't never too old

to get your ass whipped.

And chop that up in your head a little bit.

Who the hell has a plastic couch

in this day and age?

Sweat out five pounds

sleeping on this damn bed.

I can't even get freaking comfortable...

God damn!

Gotta listen to this sh*t all night.

God damn.

F***! All right, come on, just relax.

Just relax. Just relax.

Just relax, come on. Just relax.

Just relax. Damn.

How come she's upstairs?

You better knock that sh*t off, Lil' Ray.

Last time I'll tell you, boy.

I swear for God, next time,

I'll have you go get me a switch.

Ray, he's just being a kid.

Mmm-hmm.

Ray Ray. Ray Ray.

Hit me again

and you won't wake up till next week.

That's why you can't dooky,

'cause you don't eat no damn vegetables.

Look here, when is sleeping booty

gonna wake his ass up anyway?

I don't know. Why don't we find out?

- Hey, Shaft!

- Oh, Jake!

Shaft, wake it up.

- Whoa, Shaft!

- Jake, be nice.

Wake it up there, boy.

Ashley's sister Mookie

is here.

And her whole family

are dying to meet you.

Come on in

and have some breakfast with us, honey.

- Morning, everybody. Morning, baby.

- Good morning.

How you doing? I'm Michael.

God damn, boy,

you need to brush your teeth.

It smell like you got a naked demon

in your mouth.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- What did you eat last night? Sh*t?

- Hey, let me go brush. Let me go brush.

I'm just playing, baby. I'm just playing.

I'm just playing with you, dawg.

Okay, you got me. You got me.

- I'm Ray Ray.

- Ray Ray. Ray Ray.

- This is my wife, Mookie.

- Hi! It's nice to meet you.

That's my little bad-ass son,

right there. Ray Jr.

That's Lil' Ray. Holler.

Holler back.

Go on, have a seat, Michael.

Help yourself to some breakfast.

Mookie cooked breakfast for us

this morning.

All right. Thank you, Mookie,

'cause I sure am hungry.

That's right. Go on and help yourself

to some of that pork sausage.

Brought that straight from Georgia.

- Yeah.

- Good pork sausage.

Ray Ray,

- you know, Michael here don't eat no pork.

- What?

Mmm-hmm.

Daddy, why don't you just

shut up sometimes?

Girl, you're about to get

your f***ing head knocked off.

Don't you ever tell your daddy to shut up.

I'll turn this goddamn table over on you.

- Hut, hut!

- Straight ahead...

There you go, there you go,

there you go.

Touchdown, baby.

- Jenkins, I tell you, them boys ain't sh*t.

- Oh, they dig it into that ass there, boy.

Go through this every year.

Every goddamn year.

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