Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mind if I cut in with my beautiful dong?
That's it! That's it!
Hey. Oh, what? This? No, it's nothing.
Yeah, you've done it before, you pussy!
.
I dig talking to you,
Oh, my God!
He was fucking instigating!
Now let's play like we're supposed to be here!
That being said, I still got some fight in me left.
Whatever it is that is making you fucking ovulate,
You Slavic fucking borscht-blooded, cabbage-headed motherfuckers, man!
I'm so sorry. It's my fault.
I'm so fucking proud!
It says your name. It says your (using censored bad word) name on the back. It says your name. It says your (using censored bad word) name on the back.
You see this over here?
100% Pure Natural Talent
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Shandra
You son of a bitch! Look at you!
It fucking stinks.
Aah! Thank you.
We're in the shit now.
Well, that was borderline treasonous
...never quite found his legs again...
And the lovable, wisecracking, Mick-best-friend,
and it's you and me...
Have you ever jerked off on ecstasy?
Doug "The Hammer" Smith of the Packers.
Thank you so much!
that it will no longer tolerate this behavior.
.
Mommy whipped up a pussy pot pie, huh?
I'm high on painkillers.
He's with my brother.
He gets it back again. Swings by another check.
You don't got to thank me. This is a great opportunity.
Halifax winds it up. Here's a blast!
Gord Ogilvey getting into only the third fight
Roll it out, George.
Highlanders, gay-porn hard!
Come on, boys, let's play. Come on, come on!
That's it! That's it!
Yes! Very much so.
The only reason
What the shit is that?!
Eva!
This could get scary.
Then you tell me if you feel the same. I don't think so.
Oh! What the fuck is that shit?
I started my career here in St. John's.
No goal! No goal! No goal!
Is he Jewish?
Like flushing-a-$5 million-contract- up-your-nose funny?
I'm down! I'm down!
Fuck this! I'm done!
He is the master. All right, Fucking Guys Up 101.
and what a spark he'll be!
Hey, Louis!
Fuck!
and I promise that I'll never call you.
2 rules, man: stay away from my leftovers
We're lucky it's only one game.
stand in front of that box, and wait for that ugly bugger.
and the Highlanders bring it away.
Eva! Don't say that.
as Halifax looks to extend their winning streak to four.
it was a one-off.
Xavier, you can take this the right way or the wrong way, son.
Okay, Siegfried. Let's go, Roy! Eye of the fucking tiger!
He's not done yet.
Holy fuck! We got the worried ladyfriend face
Yeah, I fucking get it, man.
You baboon !
It says your name. It says your (using censored bad word) name on the back. It says your name. It says your (using censored bad word) name on the back.
Oh, you guys really shine in the fucking morning!
What about LaFlamme? Where's he at?
I think you're fucking being pretty gay.
and he told me that I'd won the grand prize
Let's go!
The Stephen king cult when i insult maximum overdrive
Two rules, man: Stay away from my fucking Percosets. And Do you have any fucking Percosets, man?
I don't got a thing.
I'm on your team! Does anybody else see this shit?
Well, that was borderline treasonus.
or some shit.
Come on!
Everyone else seems to.
Hey!
Bye, Doug.
I got a brother, Ron.
Eat that shit, Matlock!
Close the fucking door!
Oh, okay.
Eva? Hey!
- Oh, what a woman! - Your turn.
which is the way you've been playing.
Tabarnac! What the fuck happened to you, man?
But what happened between us the other night,
Wow, you look so pretty.
Yeah, Doug. I know.
Boys, we're in this fucking thing.
I could really use some of that.
You think about it, okay? Tomorrow at 2:30.
I love you, Mom.
- Yeah, of course. - What's its name?
I hope to see you there tomorrow at 2:30.
You're a tough little bastard out there.
It's gonna be too many men on the ice.
You are un-fucking-real.
It doesn't even matter if I'm thirsty or not,
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And I guess what I'm trying to say
That was the closest we have come
Glatt! What are you doing?
Dougie, hey, keep that fucking crease clean!
Oh, kick his fucking ass, Dougie!
Glatt will head straight to the front of the net.
Clear them out! Front of the crease the whole time.
Jesus, it's early!
You are with me tonight.
Hello?
Seconds tick down. There's about 27 left now.