Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You motherfucker!
- Vagina? - He drinks a lot of hand sanitizer.
Holy shit, could this guy dance with the puck!
and rip their fucking hearts out!
I'm gonna go crack some champagne and make love to my old lady.
Oh, God.
Minor hockey be like
Well that was borderline treasonous! and a disgrace to our nation and its proud and storied history.
Uh, anyway, it was a mistake.
Eat it, puss-puss!
Hey, listen, I'm at the bar with my team.
That’s quite the couple Sparr.
All right!
Fuck you, faggot!
Turn this shit up.
Aah!
Get him out of there, please.
You are not a hockey player.
to winning a fucking hockey game in over a month,
And this should be a dandy confrontation.
You recognize this big fucking beautiful family of yours?
Like, you have your show.
that is, is fucking great!
You like hot dogs 'cause you like big cocks in your mouth, son!
You understand what I'm saying?
Boner Genocide
Shit!
Yeah, I understand.
Did you know that cows only meow when people are around?
I'm on your team! Does anybody else see this shit?
it was enbelievable!
It's fine. I think it's cute.
It's time to make up for your mistake. Look at the penalty clock.
is looking for a little spark to ignite his team.
Listen, boys, it was a solid fucking effort.
You get your shit together.
LaFlamme.
you know, get, like, coffee?
I don't know. 11. So?
and that doesn't sound quite so bad to me.
You.
Sorry, bud.
What's that on his shirt, eh?
Doug, Doug!
Get that big ass right in front of him. Block the lane.
Let's go, boys!
What are you doing wandering around St. John's
Oh, fuck me.
Ross Rhea. Nice to meet you, kid.
and the worst part was there was this big bag of pee,
I said we'll talk tomorrow.
You're with me tonight, Mommy.
And if the hockey gods truly exist
You fucking did it, kid.
- Whoa... - Right, left, right, left!
the St. John's Shamrocks...
Two rules, man: Stay away from my fucking Percosets. And Do you have any fucking Percosets, man?
Let's go, let's go!
We love you, Dougie!
A handsome surgeon, I bet you're batting them off.
Attaboy, Dougie! Attaboy!
Like, look at you. You're a fucking beast.
- All right. - Okay!
Talk about putting out "la flamme".
Come on, Doug!
Get some clapping going. What the fuck?
Stop being mean to my friend!
Yeah.
You just fisted that motherfucker right in the ass.
Maybe you can snap that whole team awake.
You know how this ends.
Shot right, shot right!
Yo.
Huh? What the hell are you talking about?
It's made from the same material they make snowsuits out of.
Two rules, man: Stay away from my fucking Percosets. And Do you have any fucking Percosets, man?
Rhea steals the puck.
Holy fucking shit-ass! Dougie, you fucking scored!
Pass the dutchie, man.
Oh, my God!
Well, it's pretty much the shitter.
...one.
I see you.
I'll be direct.
Kim lets the shot go! Hits Glatt. He scored!
unless that motherfucker Sully from Worcester calls in again.
Glatt!
He goes, I have the option of sucking all 50 at once
You make me want to keep putting more patches on my jean jacket.
You fucking pussy. I am gonna fuck you up, Glatt!