The Insane Black Fears Lynching

There's like barbecue sauce on the guy's corner of his mouth. He's like, what the fuck is this? You're parading around. His wife walks in. She's just got a barbecue rig around the mouth. All right. No briskets. We don't need that kind of heat. People are going to know. It's gonna be no braising. There's guys and alleys. They got toothpicks. They're meat. Yeah. A little too satisfied. You fellas are never hungry. They're always satiated. That brisket. I do feel like that's one of those. Unless they're like jerking everything, which evolved in there