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REVEVERND MAKELOVE : Well, this is a very lovely dinner Candida. The yams is delicious. And this okra? Shiiiiiit, its ta die fo.
SISTER CANDIDA: Why thank you Reverend. I used my mother's special recipe of pork, corn meal, sugar and salt.
REVEVERND MAKELOVE: Yes, I can taste the sweat of the pig next to my jaw. And them tender juices? Yes! Bust in my mouth all day.
SISTER CANDIDA: Yes, Pastor. Ain't nothin like a good swallow uh my juices in yo mouth. Can you please pass me the hot sauce? For these beans....
REVEVERND MAKELOVE: Why sure my love. Anything for my boo.
SISTER CANDIDA: It's so nice when we can just sit cross from one 'nother, have ourselves a nice meal.
REVEVERND MAKELOVE: Yeah, we just hangin out.
SISTER CANDIDA: Like a homeless man prostate.
REVEVERND MAKELOVE: Yeah, like a prostate.
SISTER CANDIDA: Big throbbing gristle. Witcho big bow-legged dick in between.
REVEVERND MAKELOVE: Dipped in them yams and them okras.
SISTER CANDIDA: Hot sauce on yo butt.
REVEREND: Drippin down my butt and my balls.
SISTER CANDIDA: And yo dick! Don't forgit that!
REVEREND MAKELOVE: Sweatin.
SISTER CANDIDA: Them hot juices hidin in the creases n crevices uh yo junk!
REVEREND: I can't handle no mo not touchin!
SISTER CANDIDA: Then fuck me all ova the house then, shit!
REVEREND MAKELOVE: Okay.
SISTER CANDIDA: Praise him.
AND THEY LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER
Shawntane you killed it. I'm proud to say I schlepped salads with you at 'mezzo.
MarkeyDeSad 1 year ago