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Short Films 2011 1,522 clips

Credits

All right, boys, here we go!
So, Huntsie, I was wondering,
how long does it take you to get your hair like that?
Ooh! Look at that face pussy that rookie gave you.
Vicious slash to the side of the head...
...Ross Rhea!
It says here that you have brown eyes.
Come on!
You actually have blue eyes in real life.
I'm not paying anything! Fuck!
I'm really sorry, man.
Fuck...
- What's the problem, Jerry? - I didn't win anything!
That's because it's a jukebox, Jerry.
Mr. and Mrs. Goldsmith, you guys look too young.
Barbara, I'd like you to meet Dr. and Mrs. Glatt.
- Hi. Nice to meet you. - How do you do?
And their doctor son, Ira.
- Hi. Great to meet you. - Pleasure.
Oh, Albee, this is my youngest son, Doug.
- Hello. Ah! - Oh, sorry.
So, Ira, have you got a main squeeze?
My squeeze is late, actually.
Your dad thought you were single.
What do I know?
So, what Ivy League school are you hiding at, Doug?
- He's... - I bounce.
Like a basketball?
Richard!
Hi!
Very close friends.
That's quite the couple, Glatt.
Is he Jewish?
For the record, they're both adopted.
Yes, there he is! Oh, handsome bastard!
It was a pretty brutal chop.
He got suspended for 20 fucking games.
That's it. He's fucking done, son!
All right, then. Welcome to "Hot Ice."
Tonight, we have Ross Rhea's apology.
Jesus, look at him. It's pathetic!
- I have no excuse.
Jesus Christ. I can't stomach this shit any more.
Fucking kills me to see him like this.
I'll probably feature it on next week's "Hot Ice"
Like, last week, he called in
pretending that he was from some fucking sweepstakes,
and he told me that I'd won the grand prize
of 50 cocks in my mouth.
He goes, I have the option of sucking all 50 at once
or one a month for 50 fucking months.
Fuck, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring you down, pal.
Oh, no, no.
I don't have a thing, you know?
Like, you have your show.
And my dad and my brother,
they have their doctor thing.
Would it help that I want you inside me?
Eh? Fuck this fucking sad shit!
or, potentially, the cast of "Oz" can comprehend.
This is fun. These are tasty treats.
- Get in the fucking box! - Fuck you!
Bye-bye, bitch!
- Fuck you! - Psycho!
What the fuck?
Hey, my brother's gay.
That's it! Fucking...
What the fuck is this?
You fucking film me, you little fucking faggot!
Motherfucker!
Cw!
Oh!
Look at that face-period!
Oh, my God!
...one.
That's my fuckin' boy!
Boner genocide!
I am pretty sure my fucking eyeballs just ejaculated.
Pat, that's it.
Speaking of fans, let's go to the phones.
Caller, you're blowing hot ice.
Hi, there. I was wondering if you like hot dogs.
- Yes, I like hot dogs. - Great!
You motherfucker!
Fuck you, Gus and Brian, you motherfuckers!
Fuck this! I'm done!
Hi, there! You are the final caller ever on "Hot Ice".
Oh, hi. This is Rollie Hortense.
I'm the head coach of the Orangetown Assassins.
- Yeah? Go fuck yourself. - Patty, do me a favor.
Let me talk to your buddy there, Doug, okay?
and a lot of other people, too.
You impress me a hell of a lot, too.
I'll be direct.
come out there for a tryout.
Okay. Yeah.
I hope to see you there tomorrow at 2:30.
Oh, you guys really shine in the fucking morning!
Hey, kid!
Dougie!
Come on out here, son.
Come on!
Who the fuck is this guy?
Jesus Christ!
They're his gay brother's!
Fuck!
I don't know what you sweethearts are all laughing at.