Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He's got gnomes.

- Is that one R? - Two.

Why were all them women int' working-mews club int' first place?

Stick it on, Daverimo! I'm there.

I got a bit desperate. You know how it is.

It'll be a relief to get back to work. It's not been an easy six months.

Abracadabra, here he is! Evening, Barry.

- Cheers, lads. - It's not bad, this stripping lark.

All right. Look, I'll meet you by t'doors.

Well, I'd best be off.

Make a bit of a...

All right, all right, I know.

You should let a colleague do the lion's share for a change.

You can never tell till you see their tits.

She lost stones. Il were like magic.

- Yeah? - Yeah. Sunday League down the park.

- Look at that! Her mix is all to cock. - Shut up, Dave.

I mean, look at the state of that!

We're bloody on. Go get your jacket on.

And one for luck!

Walter, Elle's boyfriend knows real perfect. Andre?

We can forget it, go back to fucking job club,

You wanna find yourself a big bridge.

If you were, just saying,

I'm not waiting in that bloody queue.

- Nice suit, Gerald! - Yeah.

Oh, no! Come on, Gaz. Why me?

You... and Gaz?

I can't always have the red carpet out for you.

You're embarrassed, aren't you?

I could've got me first month's in advance. She'd never have known.

What they say about black blokes.

My feet are freezing.

Why can't you just tell her?

maintenance arrears of £700' and now an arrest for indecent exposure.

Gaz, who's gonna buy a rusty girder?

Jesus! Security?

Two weeks? Just like flashy tits?

Bit posh, innit?