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weed, alcohol consumption, smoking, and sexual inferences.

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[calm pleasant music]

- Boys wake up.

It's time to do this thing and you are gonna shit

what I have for fucking breakfast.

[chuckles]

- [Julian] No more meat.

- We've been on a bit of a meat bender and it's not over.

This is the last of it.

- [Julian] I can't do it, man.

No more.

- Yes you can.

When you figure it, listen,

you gotta see what the fuck I'm serving up.

You're gonna shit yourself.

- Ricky, you gotta steal something else

other than fucking ground beef, man,

steal some steaks or some chicken.

- Nope, guess what.

I call these deep fried bacon wrapped,

cotton balls.

- What?

- With a nice little cheese jalapeno sauce

to finish 'em off.

Oh my fuck, these are gonna be good.

- How many different ways can we eat the cotton loaf, man.

It's too much.

- Deep fry the shit outta these.

- Ricky. So what is it?

It's the, the meat logs rolled up.

- For fuck sakes.

- What are you doing?

- I didn't put these ones down low enough.

- Yeah, slide 'em down a bit.

You got the Fry Daddy going, do you?

- Yep.

One of the most dangerous pieces

of kitchen equipment ever made.

There's actually zero safety on this, except for the cord.

- You're not the safe person, Ricky.

- Oh my God. These are gonna be good.

- I can't eat any more meatballs man.

- You know what thoughs?

I've eaten about nine pounds of meat this week

but, that's, those are looking fucking good Ricky.

It's a good idea.

- I'm on a liquid diet for the rest of the fucking week.

- Wait until you fucking dip one

in this mother fucking cheese jalapeno sauce.

Boom!

- Decent.

Ricky, that's probably not the best place

for the deep fryer, but-

- It's better than my bedroom.

- It's much better than his fucking bedroom.

- Can't believe it burnt half my fucking trailer down.

That sucked.

- Those probably won't take long. Will they?

- No idea.

- No, they're just, I mean...

Okay, well.

- That's great,

we're gonna smell like deep fryers

for the rest of the fucking day, boys.

Nice going Ricky.

- How are we looking?

- I mean, they're almost cooked.

It's just like a fondue really, a meat fondue.

That is gonna be decent.

Okay, so.

- So, what are we talking about today?

- How was your sleep? Let's talk about that.

- It was pretty good man,

I got fucking heartburn

from all the fucking meat we're eating this week.

- I got fucking deep oil all over my god damn animal.

- You splashed it everywhere.

- I'm gonna have a breakfast beer.

- Good choice.

- Breakfast beer.

- Good going man.

- Get back on the horse. Is that what they say?

I don't know.

- Off the meat onto the liquor.

That's my thing.

- Ricky, I'm thinking that's done.

- Oh shit, this one might be over.

- [Julian] Oh, that's overdone.

- Yeah. They're not gonna take long boys.

I'm telling yah.

- Fuck, they're good.

- You got that oil just to a crankin'.

- [Ricky] I think there's only one speed.

- Oh yeah. Just let those cock suckers

cool down a little bit.

- [Ricky] Oh my fuck, I'm excited!

- [Bubbles] Bacon wrapped meatballs.

- China is filled with a lot of smart people.

- [Ricky] No shit.

It's where everything in the world is made.

You know what the fuck they're doing right now...

- Fuck!

- which we should try?

I wish we, no there's no way.

- I lost her boys. I lost her in the cheese.

- I hate when that happens.

- The cheese created a vacuum.

- Turn this little guy off for now.

- All right. Let's get going.

Let's have at it as they say.

So why are they so smart in China? What's your-

- You know what they're doing now?

- What? Holy fuck!

- This sac.

- [Ricky] Are we good?

See the bacon kind of gives it a nice breakfast feel.

- Unbelievable.

- Yeah?

- They smell good, man.

- Unbelievable. Have one.

- I can't, man.

I'm on the liquor today.

- What's your problem with China?

- I don't have a problem man.

They're doing these, you got bamboo, you know bamboo.

You know what bamboo is Ricky?

- Yeah, he was ...

- It's a plant.

- the deer, his mother died.

- No, that's Bambi.

It's a plant. It's like a bamboo.

You know what bamboo is, right?

- Sure.

- He doesn't know what bamboo is.

- Is it a, what is it?

- It's a plant.

- It's a wood.

- It's a plant.

- It's a tree.

- I've made a, it's a hollow wood,

you can make a pipe out of it.

- Yes.

- Okay. I know what it is.

- What the Chinese are doing now.

They're taking liquor...

- You can eat it.

- Panda, eat them.

I don't think fucking humans do.

- Have you ever seen a panda eat a fucking piece of bamboo?

- Like nothing, man.

- He just eats like a piece of celery.

The fucking thing's that big around.

- [Julian] Just gnaws on that shit.

- Hired as a rock. He just bites 'er like a piece of celery.

Unbelievable.

- That's awesome.

- Anyway, they're taking liquor.

They're injecting it into the fucking live bamboo. Right?

- [Ricky] Okay.

- They're maturing the liquor.

They're coming back two years later.

[slurping]

- How do you get it out?

- You fucking I don't know, man.

- Do you put it in the hollow part?

- The hollow part, right into the fucking-

- It's like a bamboo...

- It's like a bamboo shooter glass.

- It's like a cask.

- It's like a cask. That's what it is.

It's a living cask.

I can't believe you fucking even knew that word, man.

- I've learning a lot of words there, dumb, dumb.

- Well, but you know what the problem is?

It lowers the liquor, the alcohol content.

So, fuck that.

It's good for people that don't wanna get all banged up.

- Holy fuck these are way Ricky, good thinking.

- [Ricky] How's the sauce?

- [Bubbles] It's nice.

- I don't know what to think about this.

- Yeah?

- Pretty good fucking good.

- Oh my fuck.

- Lots of letters have been coming into Ricky Brown

since he's been doing his show

about sometimes his sermons may appeal

to only the adult population.

We'll tell you now that under the eyes of God,

we all adults, we all children, we all the same.

Some people are different,

but we're not gonna talk about that.

But under the eyes of God, in general, we're all the same.

And the message needs to be delivered to everybody equally,

which is why Ricky has come up with

a couple of things for children.

That's right, Ricky Brown's gospel for children

in the form of nursery rhymes.

Specifically aim for the kids who don't get the proper

necessary care that they may not get from the other church.

More specifically, the white church.

Now, Ricky brown has proud to bring you,

no not proud of sin,

but God has allowed him to be proud, this one instance.

Ricky brown is overjoy and happy and humbled,

to bring to you

Ricky Brown's nursery rhymes for black children.

[innocent piano music]

Jack and Jill went up Beverly Hills

to fetch a pale of water.

And Jack fell down and broke his crown

and Jill being a good sister she was,

ran to the street to ask the average passerby

if they could help the poor bleeding Jack

on the side of the hill.

And most of them, people were white and privileged.

And all of them people walked by Jack

and said he probably a thug and he might have deserved it.

And in fact,

they thought that Jill was nothing more than a prostitute.

Old King Cole was a very old soul.

He was not a happy soul.

Because he never called himself old King Cole,

some mother fuckers down the street branded him with that.

Simply because the king was a darker shade,

then most of the people in the...

Listen, the people in the kingdom

had no business talking to the king that way.

Now, if I was old King Cole,

I would flog every mother fucker in the town square

right in front of the world to see in.

And as the God mother fucker.

Three blind black men.

Three blind black men.

See how they run.

See how they run.

The cops ran over and beat him, wouldn't quit.

They did it and they weren't even armed and shit.

Three blind and unarmed black men.

[innocent piano music]

There we go.

I want to thank everyone for joining me Ricky Brown today.

Lord's uplift me now.

And here has a little bit of word for you

from Ricky Brown himself.

Crocs are not good shoes, because they got holes in them.

- Would infuse Randy, would infuse.

Ready? Okay. Here we go.

Three, two.

[horn squeaking]

Welcome to the Randy and Leigh show.

- Yeah

[Leigh singing]

- You got it right Mr. Leigh.

- You wanna a little sippy poo, Randy?

- Yeah. Thanks Mr.

- A wonderful thing.

- That's great.

- We got a wonderful show lined up today.

We have no fucking guest.

[grumbling]

Who gives a shit.

- We got no guest?

No, you can be the guest, Randy.

Okay?

- But I'm on the show.

I can't be a guest. Mr. Leigh.

- Yeah.

Just pretend you're someone else.

Pretend you're somebody, Randy.

- but I don't have a costume-

- Pretend you're somebody else for fuck's sake!

Just put it in.

Hi. How are you?

What's your name?

- Randy.

[Leigh laughing]

- Come on bud. Work with me.

Welcome to the Landy and Reighe show.

- Randy and Leigh show.

Say it smooth. Don't slur it.

- Welcome to the Leigh show.

- Mr. Leigh, I know that I can sit here and say,

don't drink so much liquor, but you're not gonna listen.

- I'm not drinking anymore today, Randy, I don't need to.

- What?

- Because I have a special guest on today.

What's your name, sir?

- Randy.

[Leigh laughing]

- Come on!

Randy, tell me who you really are.

- Who should, do you want me to be someone like, I'm Batman?

[Leigh laughing]

- No, you can't be Batman Randy.

- But you said that to be anybody. I can be Batman.

- Yeah, but somebody nobody knows about.

Like, ladies and gentlemen today,

we have an expert on, alcohol.

- Mr. Leigh.

- You have an expert on alcohol.

- Who does?

- You do. You brought your liquor wicker basket.

- No. That's your liquor wicker basket.

- I know. And what's in my wicker liquor basket Randy?

- Liquor everybody.

- Oh wait, last time we forgot to do

a whole bunch of shots, Randy, because you fucked up again.

- I am, listen. I've done nothing.

- I'm cooking things.

- Yeah.

But Randy, we didn't do the fucking shout out

to the touring people all over the US and Canada.

- Oh we did-

- Banff! Peanut butter and jam-th.

Green eggs and ham-th.

- Yeah.

But you'll only understand that if you know where that is.

- Where?

- Banff.

- What's in the magic box, Randy?

Give it a shake.

[metal box clanking]

Give it a shake, Randy.

- I kind of like the magic box.

- I like it.

Can you guess?

- It's...

- You got five guesses.

- It's not a liquor.

- Warm.

- Not a liquid.

- Cold

- It sounds clunky.

- Warm.

- And rolly.

- Cold.

- It's a toy.

- Open it up. I forget what it is.

- Can't we get like an easier box. Mr. Leigh?

- Randy, don't fuck the box up.

[box clanking]

- How does it open?

- I forget what it is.

- Does it need the key?

Sorry everybody. This is-

- Randy, fuck off, gimme that.

- It's supposed to be.

- Shit.

You fucked everything up, Randy!

- Mr. Leigh.

- How can you?

You want this to be your show,

then you should fucking have some shit.

- I shit before the show. Mr. Leigh.

And I washed my hands, I'll have you know.

- What's on the agenda today?

Oh yes. My wicker liquor basket.

This is a liquor wicker basket.

This wicker liquor basket is all the wicker liquor

that people all over North America

have given me during the shows, Randy.

Look, even someone giving me a liquor car.

But look at this, see this.

See this fucking shit?

- I think you've drank some of the liquor

that people given you, Mr. Leigh.

You've been given a lot more than that.

- I have a question for you, Randy.

When is a bottle of liquor, not a bottle of liquor?

You know?

- When it's gone, Mr. Leigh.

- No, here's what it is.

See that? Does that look like a bottle of liquor Randy?

Guess what it is?

It's fucking a lighter.

It's a flashlight flashlight Randy.

Fuck, see Randy. That's fucking-

That's my grandfather used that in the bore war, back in-

- But it looks like a bottle of liquor. Why?

- How do you say eepers Randy?

Oh, Bim Jean have a little Bim Jean.

Ah, have a little sip of Bim Jean, Randy.

- No, I'm gonna have a little sippy poo of mine.

Cheers everybody.

- Red stag, shit in bag.

But look, here's what I wanted to show you.

I don't know. See this.

It says to Randy and Mr. Leigh from Ann Marie,

SuperScoobyWoman, Merry Fucking Christmas.

Ta fucking da!

- It's all liquor!

- I got a whole bunch more too Randy.

Got so much more. You wanna have a little party?

Lets have a little party bud.

- Let's do the show first.

- This is fucking incredible Randy.

- Let's do the show first Mr. Leigh.

- We can have a little sip of each.

- No.

- Just one little sip of each,

one little sip of each Randy.

It won't hurt a fucking thing.

- Mr. Leigh, you're gonna, go ahead.

Have a little sip of just a little sip.

- If it was Christmas, we can have a lot of sips, Randy.

This is fucking incredible. This is Wisers.

Have a little sip.

[Randy choking]

And this one here. This one fucking doesn't say.

Can't fucking read that one.

This is Jim Bean bourbon.

This is Fireball.

[Leigh growling]

This one, Fuck! Piece of shit that one is.

There someone licked the label off.

There's maple. Fucking.

- You love liquor Mr. Leigh.

- I am the liquor.

You know what Randy?

I think I'll have a little toast to celebrate.

What do you think?

- Okay.

Who are we gonna toast to this week?

- Fucking.

[Leigh growling]

- Oh, I think we should-

- Mr. Leigh, you're supposed to say to something

and then drink.

- You do it.

Randy, you fucking spilled my liquor.

For fuck sakes.

- Mr. Leigh, you're the-

[Leigh choking]

- Randy! Fucking wood infused fucking liquor is incredible.

- Mr. Leigh.

[Leigh slurping]

- You're just spilling all this shit Randy?

- Here Mr. Leigh

- Fuck off.

You pick the toast.

- You can can squeeze.

- We gonna pick a toast.

- Okay.

- We can pick a toast.

- I wanna pick a toast.

- Pick a toast.

- Okay.

- [Matty] And now look at this.

Now we're just gonna pour this.

- [Ricky] Look at that boys.

- So we're just gotta layer this up.

- Okay.

- There's a layer.

- There's the first layer.

- And then we throw in-

- Do you wanna sprinkle some chicken?

Put a little bit of chicken be frugal.

Cuz this is like, this is honest working class meal.

So you never had a lot.

That's why it's great because you can just make a stalk

and it goes a long way.

No, don't pile it up.

You want little pieces, just a little bit.

Okay. That's good, that's good, that's good.

Buddy!

- Sorry guys, I got carried away.

- Okay.

Then we put a little bit more on top

and we just kind of layer it up.

Almost like a potato chicken lasagna.

- Fuck, my stomach is getting hard.

- Okay. Put some more chicken on top Ricky.

- Juice is flowing in my stomach. What does that mean?

- Okay, that's a good layer.

- That is kind of sexual.

- Triple layer.

- Now, all we're gonna do is

we're gonna make this nice and flat on top. See?

- You don't fuck around.

- No, we've gotta make this nice for nanny.

[electronic drum beat music]

And this is gonna turn pretty much into a giant hash brown.

- Nice.

- A nice crispy top.

And then we eat it and we cut it-

- Can you put hash in one of these

or would it get all fucked up?

- Ricky, you can put whatever you fucking want in there,

ya know, I just-

- Ricky, there's no hash in the rappie pie.

- This is Nanny's rappie, no hash.

- Alright

- You could put whatever you want into it.

- Can we have one meal without fucking hash in it?

- So what do we bake this baby at?

- So we bake it in the oven at 350 degrees,

for three hours though.

- Holy fuck!

- Takes a long fucking time.

- I've still gonna wait three hours to eat?

- Yeah!

Okay, so I'm gonna put it in the oven.

They'll be ready in three hours.

I think the boys are just they're sweethearts,

they just didn't have the best upbringing maybe.

If they had been,

maybe Ricky could have fucking learned how to read.

[Matty giggling]

See I told the boys, I told the boys not to fret, ya know?

It took three, about three and a half hours to bake.

But this is, look at this.

A beautiful crunchy,

crispy hash brown,

molten chicken, fucking potato on the inside.

Smells like a fucking family tradition right here. Let's go.

[Ricky snoring]

- Ricky, wake the fuck up.

- Boys!

[dish clattering]

- Jesus Christ, Ricky.

- Guys,

I'm sorry. It took three hours.

- It's alright, holy fuck.

- But here this is the rappie pie.

- Ricky put your napkin on your lap.

That's what they do with in fancy-

- Just a small piece for me, you know-

- Yeah? You're on a diet?

- Well, there's been a lot of drinking

in three fucking hours.

- [Matty] Fuck buddy.

- I haven't had a piss yet.

- I need to borrow one of your.

- [Matty] Good food take time.

- Aye, just a second, just a second.

- Are you happy with the way she turned out?

- I'm very happy.

This is, is it man?

Aw. She's coming.

Look at that. That's fucking rappie pie.

- Here, I'm passing this down, here.

- Okay. Pass that down.

Yeah.

- Holy fuck.

- I noticed you got some glasses.

- Condiments

- Yeah, molasses is, you put molasses on it.

- Molasses?

- And why is there hot sauce?

- I like hot sauce with mine,

but you pour a little molasses, it's almost like ketchup.

- How much?

Here you show me what you would do.

Come interact.

- Yeah, just a little on the side.

Almost like ketchup.

- Okay.

And then you just have a little bit.

- [Julian] You dip it.

- And then you dip it, and you kind of just mash it up.

I love it with the Franks.

And you just add some hot sauce,

'cuz hot sauce and chicken goes really well.

It doesn't look pretty.

- No.

My brain's looking at this thinking jello,

but it smells like chicken.

- Aw man.

- [Julian] This is making my brain od-

- Yeah, that's it man.

- Hot sauce on there.

- That's, like, maybe it's a little tight.

It's a little tight, but it's fucking good.

See, this is is like grandma's.

This is Nannie's right here, man.

- It sucks.

When you go to eat something

and you find out it's a little loose.

- What?

- Are you talking about?

- Well, I don't know.

- It's rude Ricky.

- Are you talking about the food or?

- Be better if it was tighter, always right?

- [Matty] It's rude. Well, if you got small-

- He doesn't have a fucking to clue what you meant by loose.

- He doesn't know what's going on.

- Tell you right now.

- He doesn't know what time it is.

[upbeat electronic music]

- That's good right? Am I crazy?

- No, it's fantastic.

- [Julian] No, it's it's good man.

- [Matty] Wow. Julian, that's a compliment.

- Well, there's a few things I would've did to it,

but you know it's, okay.

- Come on, this is fucking good.

- Thanks boys for having me.

- [Julian] Aw man, thank you for you for coming.

- [Ricky] Thank you for coming down and doing this man.

- Cheers.

- [Julian] Cheers.

- Cheers man. Yeah.

[Matt screeches]

- Got 'er, cheers.

That's how you make rappie pie.

- What the fuck?

How the fuck are you supposed to get them out?

This is a terrible design.

Fuck!

- [Bubbles] Ricky, patience.

- God damn you box.

- What would Bruce Lee do?

- Ninja Chop it.

- No, he would take a deep breath and fucking think it out.

- Okay. A moose.

- [Julian] Okay. What about it?

- That's it.

- No, you're on the answer, Ricky. Flip it over.

- Oh. No, It's just a moose postcard.

[Ricky laughing]

- What?

- Am I fucking missing something here?

- Probably.

- Is this a fucking game?

- Man, I'll tell you what this is, it's fucking bullshit.

- It's a postcard.

Fuck, it's a box of postcards, man.

- I thought it said fucking animal trivia.

Amazing animal facts.

- Okay, Ricky, just,

there's gotta be something-

- Maybe there is a fact. Is there a fact on there?

- Moose can feel a fly landed on its antlers.

- No they can't.

- Okay. I didn't see that part.

- No, you gotta put it right up to your face.

Very small.

- Goats.

- A moose can feel a fly landing on his antlers.

- That's fucked up man.

You know what that's like?

- What?

- A bug landing on your toenail. Would you feel that?

[Bubbles burping]

- I don't know. What if it landed on your wiener.

- Goats have different accents.

- Goats?

- Depending on where they're from.

- I knew that.

- No fucking way.

- Goats of accents.

British goats sound different than Canadian goats.

- What would I an Irish goat sound like?

[Bubbles neighing]

Okay. What about a French one?

[Bubbles neighing in a French accent]

What about an Italian?

[Bubbles mumbling]

[chuckling]

- What if Randy was a goat?

- Well, I don't know what Randy would sound like as a goat.

- Okay. Well it wasn't as exciting as I-

- Well there's gotta be some other facts man.

- I fucked my back up.

- Okay. Well let's just fucking-

- Pull a random one and see if we knew it.

- It's a cock.

- [Julian] Bubbles will definitely know that.

- Oh yeah, what's it say?

Something that goes in Julian's mouth on a regular basis?

- Yeah. That's real funny.

[Bubbles giggling]

- Fuck.

- The longest recorded flight of a chicken is 13 seconds.

- 13 Seconds?

- Suck to be a chicken.

Have wings just to tease yah.

Or what are those other big birds

with the wings that don't fly? They run.

- Ostriches?

- Why the fuck can't chickens fly?

They got big enough wings.

- You know what, think about what a chicken weighs.

- 25 pounds?

- You have to have fucking, eight foot wings.

- Oh wow, bald eagle wings.

- See, I figured it out.

- What?

- They're not as dumb as I thought.

They put this fucking thing in the back.

It's like a spacer.

So once you take that out,

you can actually move around in here.

Finagle shit.

Fuck off spacer.

Fuck you.

- Finagle.

Never heard you use that word before.

- Yeah man, you been fucking reading the dictionary?

What's that even mean?

Where did it come from?

- It means something man's.

It's from the bacon.

- If you're finagle something, you're kinda-

- See just when I thought he maybe was starting to read

and get smarter, he said it's from the bacon.

- Oh jungle. Let's go to the jungle.

- You're gonna have another bacon ball. Ricky.

- I think I missed,

let's see what we can find in the jungle.

- Do you want a bacon ball?

- No man.

- [Ricky] Go into the jungle.

- I'm on, no don't put it on my laptop.

- Oh man, this has got too many on it.

Can somebody read all these?

- I will.

- It's about a giraffe.

- Giraffe, giraffe.

- [Ricky] That's what I said.

- Well, this is not that big of a fucking fact.

Giraffes have very long necks

to reach branches high in the air.

- Oh shit.

- Oh fuck, really?

[burping]

- You know what else they do? You know how they sleep?

They spin their neck around their head

and they sleep with their head...

- That's a fucking duck.

- They put their head right on their ass.

- There's more to it.

- In their ass?

- On their ass.

- They use their ass a pillow, 'cuz they can do that shit.

- But they can't reach the ground

without spreading their legs wide apart.

And their tongues are really long,

they can even lick their own ears.

They can lick their own ears.

And with that long neck, you know what else you could lick?

- They can lick anything they want.

- Anything they want.

[calm piano music]

[water splashing]

[birds calling]

[fish yelling]

[ominous music]