Here comes problem 100…

You’re telling me MY wife went through there without lubricant????

“I don’t know, man…you got anything bigger? No way Coco fits through this shit.”

Well you already have gloves on so you might as well start feeling around.

“It’s ok officer, I’m used to it. You should see the size strap on Coco wears in bed.’

*rubber glove snap*

No sir Mr. Ice-T, thank you for volunteering, but like I said already six times, no anal exam is required, go on through.

It looks like he’s preparing for an anal cavity check. Lol.

“Yes sir Mr. Ice T, your ass is nice, but I still think Coco’s is still nicer. “

Ready, set, sprint nigga!

“Deep breaths, Mr. Ice-T, sir. Cop Killer was just a song. And really, I’m just a TSA agent. So, it isn’t as sold-out as you seem to think. But I’m still going to need you to remove your polo shirt and designer jeans. Whenever you’re ready…”

He’s so used to it, he doesn’t realize the security was black.

“Fuck tha TSA”

It’s a natural reaction for Ice. Metal detector leads to cell block, leads to cavity search. He’s just trying to be pro-active.

Dammit, aging is a bitch. I’m all weak and shit, wearing polo shirts and black jeans. I used to be hardcore, now, I fight crime on t.v. Word.

Oh, how I laugh when I see one of these tough guys turn into a middle aged cliche.

too easy

I’m positive this technique is not in the Lee Strasberg’s handbook. Reference, Al.

What do you mean YOU killed Pookie?

Now spread your cheeks and lift your sack…

“Are you sure I don’t have to remove my trousers for this?”