Hot people.

All right. I've got two coffees and two sandwiches for lunch. Anything else?

No, that's it, Sarah, the server. Thank you so much. She is so nice. Yeah, she is nice. But anyway, like I was saying, I don't know what to do, sis. I'm ready to settle down, but I can't find the one. You musty. What you say? I'm musty. No, I said you must be. You didn't let me finish. Okay, I said you must be. You must be looking in the wrong places, bro. I don't know. I'm at church four days out of the week for work. I thought that's where you find a wife. What happened to the last two dusty girls you dated? They were not dusty, okay? Well, that last one was kind of dusty, but she had four cats.

That was dander, not dust. But the last two women I dated from church didn't really work out.

Well, why didn't those relationships work out? Okay, so the first one came to my place, but afterwards,

she accused me of giving her bedbugs.

Hold on, I know you got roaches, but bedbugs?

I do not have roaches, sis.

Okay, I have one roach named Charlie that I can't kill.

I know I'm not the cleanest man on the planet, but bedbugs?

That's insulting.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

What do bedbug bites look like?

I looked it up.

It's like a little rash or whatever.

That girl could have gotten that rash anywhere, okay?

I've had a million rashes like that.

I get a rash like that every weekend.

Brother, you be getting weekly rashes?

I got allergies.

Anyway, the other girl told me we weren't equally yoked. Hold on, hold on.

I've had a weird rash on my leg ever since I came over to your house last week. Let me get on Google. This isn't funny, sis. Okay, I'm serious. I'm not joking. Oh, hell. Look at this. Google

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