♪ I will make you feel so right ♪
Ooh.
- What the fuck?
(crew laughing)
(upbeat operatic music)
Shit, my name is Duranged Pitt.
- I'm Debbie, but you all know me as Duranged Mama.
I don't know what the fuck I'm doing.
Fuck yeah.
- After you, mother.
- I gotta work my arms out first.
- That's not, come on man.
(crew laughing)
Mother, throw the ball.
(cheering)
- Yes.
- Off of the mother fuckin' belly?
- I got one.
I'm a bad bitch, ain't I?
- Let your parent feed you baby food
while you're both blindfolded?
Don't forget to wear a bib?
(laughing)
Who's responsible for this shit?
- Do the dare, mother fucker.
- We gonna do it.
- [Crew Member] Alright.
- Alright.
Oh honey, it's time to get fed, baby.
- Watch my hair, god dammit.
- Oh, shit.
Doesn't that look cute on him?
(laughing)
Come on.
- Fuck all of you.
- [Debbie] Okay.
- Oh, fuck.
Get the fuck off my nose, man.
- I'm tryin' to find your mouth, nigga.
- Oh, oh, oh.
- Did he get some?
Oh, okay, I didn't know what I just put that into.
- Mhmm.
- I'm not gonna feel for your nose this time,
I'm just gonna go.
- [Crew Member] Oh, you did it.
Oh, good catch. (crew applauding)
- How you doin', boo?
Oh, shh.
(cheering)
Describe the night of your child's conception,
you can use these barbie dolls for visual aids.
Where's the barbie dolls at?
My baby came home from work.
And I happened to be listening to Michael Jackson.
And I start to sing.
♪ Just put your trust in my heart ♪
♪ And we'll be in paradise ♪
(crew laughing)
♪ Girl, you're every wonder in this world to me ♪
I know, baby.
♪ Let me touch you in my dreams ♪
(crew applauding)
And that's how it went.
Damn.
Alright. (cheering)
There's no dare under this cup.
- Just drink it. - Drink it?
God dammit.
Alright.
Shotgun a beer.
- Do it.
- Sure.
- Yeah, I don't give a shit.
(can opening)
- [Crew Member] They're good.
(crew laughing)
- There ain't shit comin' out.
(crew laughing)
Alright. (cheering)
- That shit does not count, off of the fuckin' belly, like--
- Yes it does too, yes it does.
Alright. - Let's get it.
- Let your kid do your hair and makeup however they like.
No.
(cheering)
- Let your parent dump a bucket
of ice water down your pants.
I am not fuckin' with that.
- The thought of that scares me, anyways.
- As it should, mama.
Fuck.
- If you win this thing, you take me out to dinner?
- Hell mothafuckin' nah.
(laughing)
(cheering)
- I'm so damn good.
- Let your mom show you the correct way
to apply a condom, using a banana.
Fuck it.
- Ooh, ooh. (laughing)
- Shut the fuckin', end the sound effects bruh.
- Oh my.
- Get the fuck away from me.
- Oooh.
- Mother!
(laughing)
Fucking shit outta here.
So if you win, like, are you
gonna do anything nice for me?
(laughing)
- Dream on, bitch.
(laughing)
Oh, shit.
(cheering)
- Describe the night you lost your virginity, in detail.
Yeah, fuck all that shit.
(laughing)
- Alright.
Oh, damn.
- Ha ha.
- Take the dare! - Oooh, duranged.
- Drop it like it's hot, bitch.
Let me know when you all ready.
♪ Girl you workin' with some ass yeah, you're bad yeah ♪
♪ Girl who you playin' with, back that ass up ♪
♪ You's a fine mother fucker, won't you back that ass up ♪
- Hey.
(crew applauding)
(sighing)
Oh.
- Yes.
Feelin' fucked up, mama?
- Fuck, yeah.
I gotta get this shit, I want that money so bad.
(cheering)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
♪ I am the money, money money ♪
(orchestral folk music)
(cheering)
- [Debbie] Help me, Jesus, help me, Jesus
- [Duranged] Oh, God.
(upbeat accordion music)