Oh, Jesus fuckin' Christ!
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Robb Wells:
[the boys are in jail]
Well, that just pretty much guaranteed I'll be working at fifties for the rest of my life. Thanks, you fuckin' lunatic! John Paul Tremblay:
You can't be burnin' bridges like that, man. Mike Smith:
Aw, Fuck off. I can't fuckin' deal with networks doin' that, boys. We don't fuckin' need them! We can do shit on the internet. John Paul Tremblay:
Yeah, that sounds like a great career, Smith. 40-Year-Old out of work fuckin' actor, Selling bullshit fuckin' real estate, Posting videos on shittube. Nice! Mike Smith:
I'm not talkin' about fuckin' lametube. I mean, our own fuckin' network. John Paul Tremblay:
Yeah, people'll are gonna fuckin' pay you To watch you swear and Jack your miniature cock off. Mike Smith:
Yeah, they would, All over your mother's big sloppy horrible tits. Robb Wells:
[laughs] Mike Smith:
Think about this though, boys. We've got fuckin' direct access To over a million people on our fan sites. We get 10,000 of them even to pay five bucks a month, That's fifty fuckin' grand a month! John Paul Tremblay:
Jesus Christ, man, what if a 100,000 did? That'd six million bucks a year. Robb Wells:
Imagine the shit we could shoot with that kinda money. Fuck my tits, boys! Mike Smith:
I would fuck your tits for that much money. John Paul Tremblay:
So would I. Robb Wells:
God, can you imagine? I'd just be prancin' around gigglin', ticklin' you guys. Mike Smith:
This could be fuckin' huge, boys. Our own fuckin' network doin' whatever the fuck we want. Swearnet. Robb Wells:
Swearnet. I fuckin' like that. It made my balls tingle. Prisoner Next Door:
Shut the fuck up, I'm tryin' to cum! Mike Smith:
Fuck off. Let's take our fuckin' balls And cradle then on the tips of our cocks And get this fuckin' thing lit right now. Let's do this. Jail Cop:
[approaches the cell door]
Smith, Wells, Tremblay, your ride's here, And she is some pissed. Robb Wells:
Oh, Jesus fuckin' Christ!
[the boys are in jail]
Well, that just pretty much guaranteed I'll be working at fifties for the rest of my life. Thanks, you fuckin' lunatic! John Paul Tremblay:
You can't be burnin' bridges like that, man. Mike Smith:
Aw, Fuck off. I can't fuckin' deal with networks doin' that, boys. We don't fuckin' need them! We can do shit on the internet. John Paul Tremblay:
Yeah, that sounds like a great career, Smith. 40-Year-Old out of work fuckin' actor, Selling bullshit fuckin' real estate, Posting videos on shittube. Nice! Mike Smith:
I'm not talkin' about fuckin' lametube. I mean, our own fuckin' network. John Paul Tremblay:
Yeah, people'll are gonna fuckin' pay you To watch you swear and Jack your miniature cock off. Mike Smith:
Yeah, they would, All over your mother's big sloppy horrible tits. Robb Wells:
[laughs] Mike Smith:
Think about this though, boys. We've got fuckin' direct access To over a million people on our fan sites. We get 10,000 of them even to pay five bucks a month, That's fifty fuckin' grand a month! John Paul Tremblay:
Jesus Christ, man, what if a 100,000 did? That'd six million bucks a year. Robb Wells:
Imagine the shit we could shoot with that kinda money. Fuck my tits, boys! Mike Smith:
I would fuck your tits for that much money. John Paul Tremblay:
So would I. Robb Wells:
God, can you imagine? I'd just be prancin' around gigglin', ticklin' you guys. Mike Smith:
This could be fuckin' huge, boys. Our own fuckin' network doin' whatever the fuck we want. Swearnet. Robb Wells:
Swearnet. I fuckin' like that. It made my balls tingle. Prisoner Next Door:
Shut the fuck up, I'm tryin' to cum! Mike Smith:
Fuck off. Let's take our fuckin' balls And cradle then on the tips of our cocks And get this fuckin' thing lit right now. Let's do this. Jail Cop:
[approaches the cell door]
Smith, Wells, Tremblay, your ride's here, And she is some pissed. Robb Wells:
Oh, Jesus fuckin' Christ!
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Well that just pretty much guaranteed
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I'll be working at 50's for the rest of my life
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Thanks you fuckin' lunatic
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You can't be burnin' bridges like that man
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Aw fuck off
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I can't fuckin' deal with networks doin' that boys
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We don't fuckin' need them We can do shit on the Internet
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Yeah that sounds like a great career Smith
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Forty year old out of work fuckin' actor
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selling bullshit fuckin' real estate
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posting videos on ShitTube Nice
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I'm not talkin' about fuckin' LameTube
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I mean our own fuckin' network
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Yeah people'll are gonna fuckin' pay you
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to watch you swear and jack your miniature cock off
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Yeah they would
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all over your mother's big sloppy horrible tits
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chuckles
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Think about this though boys
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We've got fuckin' direct access
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Movie Summary
Fed up with being censored in their post-Trailer Park Boys lives, the out of work stars/world-renowned 'swearists', Mike Smith, Robb Wells and John Paul Tremblay decide to start their own uncensored network on the internet.
