The trio stood outside a crack house in the middle of the night squabbling.
“I don’t care if we already went to the future and got the cure for aids, for gawd sakes he is Flava Flave.”
Frank added, “well it only looked like flava on the one end.”
“WHO WAS ON THE OTHER ?”
Frank replied “Well it is a crack house.”
“Oh know don’t tell me you fuct Paula Abdul.”
“No silly, Flava and Charlie Murphy, I ain’t trying to be an American Idol why would i sleep with Paula Abdul?” The time traveling tramp retorted.