Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It was Keith Richards.
Ra-ra-ah-ah-ah Roma-roma-ma
See? You are an arse.
It's okay.
Think I'm tapping out for the evening too, actually.
Well, then someone else must've done it for you.
I've been thinking about you a lot this weekend.
There you are. Fucking hell. I thought you guys ditched me.
I told everyone her nickname was "Stinky."
Oh, yeah? How come?
But I haven't seen it on the pitch at all this season, Roy.
Don't think there was a Sassy Smurf, was there?
Wow. That is a heck of a long time. Okay.
I believe this team can do anything.
He's so drunk.
What the fuck did you say to me, bruv?
All right, yeah, I'll tell him. Let me know how the trial goes. Okay, bye.
These need to be moved around, 'cause this is gonna jiggle about, otherwise.
so there's no paper trail.
Football is life.
Sorry.
Come on, give us a hug, Nate. Yeah.
Caught in a bad romance
TOUGH BUT FAIR, DUPA
Howdy Neighbor!
-I was just about to get my card out. -I can't believe that you've done this.
-Sound good? -Sounds fucking great.
Okay, thanks. Hey, good luck tomorrow. We'll be watching.
You're not always right. Most of the time you're an arse.
Point is, gentlemen, unless one of y'all got a crystal ball,
'Cause you and your crazy hair keep popping up every time I turn on my TV.
-Sex and the City. -Shh.
Liverpool has much to offer when it comes to nightlife.
-Excuse me. Very drunk man coming through. -Yeah.
Say it to my face.