Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Abracadabra, here he is! Evening, Barry.

Two weeks? Just like flashy tits?

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

Bit posh, innit?

You can never tell till you see their tits.

She lost stones. Il were like magic.

Well, I'd best be off.

Stick it on, Daverimo! I'm there.

You... and Gaz?

- Nice suit, Gerald! - Yeah.

I mean, look at the state of that!

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

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

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

And one for luck!

He's got gnomes.

- Is that one R? - Two.

If you were, just saying,

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

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

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

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

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

You wanna find yourself a big bridge.

My feet are freezing.

You're embarrassed, aren't you?

All right, all right, I know.

I'm not waiting in that bloody queue.

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

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

Why can't you just tell her?

Jesus! Security?

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

Make a bit of a...

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

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

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

Gaz, who's gonna buy a rusty girder?

What they say about black blokes.