Remember in the old days when a man would sell fruits from a cart and yell "Bananas, cherries, bananas, fresh cherries!" You'd look out the window and let him know you'd be down. Well, I only offer what looks like a little banana and a couple of not-so-fresh cherries.

Woodburn again scours the inner city in search of talent for his all star anal cheerleading squad. It's a rigorous challenge... and only the clean need apply!