Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He sent me a greetings card with a pre-printed message
I'd love to, it's just I've got a session booked with Matt, and...
No, dude, thanks for letting me know.
Oh, my God!
"I wouldn't want to stop you getting fit for the wedding."
Right, God, no.
So, what's new in your world?
'Might as well pile on a few more spoonfuls.
Yes, could work.
'What am I meant to say? Can I say no? '
Well done, dude. You slacked off a bit
I'm depressed.
Matt, violence never solved anything.
Cor, it's like a sauna in here!
Great.
Yes, the other thing.
'Maybe it would have been simpler just to kill him.
It's cool. I've got your back, dude.
but, if we're working together, I guess we may as well try and be friends.
But she says if she sees you doing it again, she knows some bad dudes and they'II...
- Do you even want to know? - I'd better.
And he'd say, "No." And then they'd just start fucking.
I'll explain them to you some time over a beer. See you Friday.
Come on, Mark. The body is the greatest lie-detector!
and he was going up my legs and my thighs
fuck-monkey jungle action.
There is an unwritten rule about drinking all the complimentary juice.
- I told Matt I don't want to marry her. - Oh.
Yep, fine. Sure.
Right. Aren't you two supposed to?
...touched my penis.
Remember? What you told me?
- What the? - It's Eva in the flotation tank!
'Leave my brain alone!
Right. Good to be prepared.
But be a bit quiet, maybe, Matt.
That's not beyond the realms of possibility.
Really? Not even oral, or foot-jobs or tromboning?
'AIthough that wouldn't bother me too much.
Are you seeing anyone?
I did think I had ringworm once but it turned out to be a cigarette burn.
I mean, you've got to be realistic, we're no Edward and Mrs Simpson, but, yeah.
Mark, just fight him, he's not going to hurt you.
'I've got to tell Jez about Nancy.