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fishhhandaricecake

fishhhandaricecake

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Bayern do really need a 4th CB.

Kim Min-Jae & Upemecano have played most games, De Ligt had a knee injury and played 20 mins last match as his comeback, outside of that their next CB is an 18yr old.

Those 3 CB’s are 27,25,24.

Dragusin is 21, if he backs himself he could be the future of Bayern longer term.

For us we have Romero & Van Der Ven, beyond that we have a 30yr old stand in LB, a stand in RB who is most certainly not a CB and 2 kids, so he’d certainly get more game time with us but I think he’d still get reasonable gametime at Bayern and could win the CL and other trophies this season, with us we have no current or guarantees future CL football but we have PL football and a bright future under Ange and 2 of his ex team mates.

Money probably similar wages, London probably edges Munich but both have benefits.

I think Bayern will be hard for him to turn down, it’s a bit of a coin flip tbh. Most players would probably choose Bayern but not all and if he wants to play more games then we are his best bet.
 
Archibald&Crooks

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OK Poofans, this one is a bit rancid so be warned. Those of you with faint hearts or hairtrigger gag reflexes (hehe) had best stop reading now.

OK?

OK…….here we go.

I wanted a poo last night, bad. But I can be a lazy bastard at times and I couldn't be bothered, even though the toilet is literally right next to the office. So I suffered the cramps and saved it until the following morning, in the hope of laying one of my uber cables. Don't judge me, it's been a while.

So around 8am this morning, the contractions started to get closer and closer and more and more painful until it got to the point where it felt like I was sitting three inches higher in my chair than usual. I grabbed my emergency PooKit, (wet wipes, painkillers, a trowel and a wire coathanger) put my current pooing song on the iPhone (Poolice Officer - Smiley Culture) and got down to business.

It took about 20 seconds before the rumbling started and then it was just a question of how much flesh would be torn as a gap big enough to pass what felt like a two litre bottle of coke opened up. Beads of sweat were dropping off my nose as the trumpets blared from my iPhone and good 'ol Smiley sang, "But whatever them look for me hiding place superior" and then it started easing its way out.

You can always tell when you're laying a bigg'un, it seems to go on and on and on and that's how it felt. I did my usual triple clench, waited for a while for any reluctant bits of afterpoo but my clenches didn't feel right so I sat for a few moments more, to give anything a chance to dislodge before getting up to admire my art.

Well, what I saw confused me to say the least. There was Poo there but nowhere near as big a log as I thought there would be. Now as you all know, i'm an experienced Poo-er, this just wasn't right, but as nonplussed as I was, I had to go with the evidence of my eyes, so I shrugged, flushed away, cleaned my bum and pulled up my trousers.

And as I did, "eh" I thought to myself…..that don't feel right. But you know when something's wrong, it sort of registers in your subconscience but it needs kicking into life before you actually realise and act on it? Yeah, thanks a fucking bunch subconscience. Decorum (aka death threats from Mrs A&C) demanded I open the window, which I duly did (No accusations of sexism here, thank you very much, I thought of my good lady) and went back into the office.

No sooner had I sat at my desk than Mr subfuckingconscience kicked into life as a warm sticky feeling around the gooch/nutsack regions made me jump out of the chair and dash back to the scene of my crime. I hastily dropped my trousers and trollies to reveal the remnants of a squashed up turd in my CK's, the rest well, uuuurgh. I just can't bring myself to say it. All I can say is it's a good job I wasn't wearing a G-String, that's usually Wednesdays and whole other story. Anyway, it was a bastard to clean up, trousers and trollies into a black sack, which I took down to the back garden and put with a couple of other black sacks that were there.

I've been pondering the why's and wherefore's of this ever since and my best guess is that the following sequence of events best explains it.

1: I made the rookie mistake of not allowing the smooth pooflow to continue until the whole cable had been uncurled. I think I 'snipped' a bit early.

2: A few inches of poo somehow became lodged between my bumcheeks and as I got up, dropped and nestled in the gussett of my CK's.

3: I never noticed.

4: The rest is obvious.

I don't even know why i'm admitting all this to you. I can hear you judging me now, "fucking animal" and stuff like that…….Ah well, think what you like, i'm a professional poo-er and have to take the rough with the smooth.

But that's not the end of my pathetic little story, oh no. I've saved the best until last. Remember where I put the 'soiled' clothing this morning? I went out the back this afternoon and noticed the black bags had gone. That's unusual I thought to myself, Mrs A&C usually leaves taking the rubbish out to the front to me. When she came home, I mentioned it.

Me: Thanks for taking the rubbish to the bin
Mrs A&C: eh?
Me: The rubbish that was out back, thanks for taking them out the front for me
Mrs A&C: That wasn't rubbish, that was some clothes for the charity shop, I just took them up there……

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Keep schtum. Hopefully she'll never find out.
 
robotsonic

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Archibald&Crooks said:
OK Poofans, this one is a bit rancid so be warned. Those of you with faint hearts or hairtrigger gag reflexes (hehe) had best stop reading now.

OK?

OK…….here we go.

I wanted a poo last night, bad. But I can be a lazy bastard at times and I couldn't be bothered, even though the toilet is literally right next to the office. So I suffered the cramps and saved it until the following morning, in the hope of laying one of my uber cables. Don't judge me, it's been a while.

So around 8am this morning, the contractions started to get closer and closer and more and more painful until it got to the point where it felt like I was sitting three inches higher in my chair than usual. I grabbed my emergency PooKit, (wet wipes, painkillers, a trowel and a wire coathanger) put my current pooing song on the iPhone (Poolice Officer - Smiley Culture) and got down to business.

It took about 20 seconds before the rumbling started and then it was just a question of how much flesh would be torn as a gap big enough to pass what felt like a two litre bottle of coke opened up. Beads of sweat were dropping off my nose as the trumpets blared from my iPhone and good 'ol Smiley sang, "But whatever them look for me hiding place superior" and then it started easing its way out.

You can always tell when you're laying a bigg'un, it seems to go on and on and on and that's how it felt. I did my usual triple clench, waited for a while for any reluctant bits of afterpoo but my clenches didn't feel right so I sat for a few moments more, to give anything a chance to dislodge before getting up to admire my art.

Well, what I saw confused me to say the least. There was Poo there but nowhere near as big a log as I thought there would be. Now as you all know, i'm an experienced Poo-er, this just wasn't right, but as nonplussed as I was, I had to go with the evidence of my eyes, so I shrugged, flushed away, cleaned my bum and pulled up my trousers.

And as I did, "eh" I thought to myself…..that don't feel right. But you know when something's wrong, it sort of registers in your subconscience but it needs kicking into life before you actually realise and act on it? Yeah, thanks a fucking bunch subconscience. Decorum (aka death threats from Mrs A&C) demanded I open the window, which I duly did (No accusations of sexism here, thank you very much, I thought of my good lady) and went back into the office.

No sooner had I sat at my desk than Mr subfuckingconscience kicked into life as a warm sticky feeling around the gooch/nutsack regions made me jump out of the chair and dash back to the scene of my crime. I hastily dropped my trousers and trollies to reveal the remnants of a squashed up turd in my CK's, the rest well, uuuurgh. I just can't bring myself to say it. All I can say is it's a good job I wasn't wearing a G-String, that's usually Wednesdays and whole other story. Anyway, it was a bastard to clean up, trousers and trollies into a black sack, which I took down to the back garden and put with a couple of other black sacks that were there.

I've been pondering the why's and wherefore's of this ever since and my best guess is that the following sequence of events best explains it.

1: I made the rookie mistake of not allowing the smooth pooflow to continue until the whole cable had been uncurled. I think I 'snipped' a bit early.

2: A few inches of poo somehow became lodged between my bumcheeks and as I got up, dropped and nestled in the gussett of my CK's.

3: I never noticed.

4: The rest is obvious.

I don't even know why i'm admitting all this to you. I can hear you judging me now, "fucking animal" and stuff like that…….Ah well, think what you like, i'm a professional poo-er and have to take the rough with the smooth.

But that's not the end of my pathetic little story, oh no. I've saved the best until last. Remember where I put the 'soiled' clothing this morning? I went out the back this afternoon and noticed the black bags had gone. That's unusual I thought to myself, Mrs A&C usually leaves taking the rubbish out to the front to me. When she came home, I mentioned it.

Me: Thanks for taking the rubbish to the bin
Mrs A&C: eh?
Me: The rubbish that was out back, thanks for taking them out the front for me
Mrs A&C: That wasn't rubbish, that was some clothes for the charity shop, I just took them up there……

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Keep schtum. Hopefully she'll never find out.
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As if we didn't have enough shitposting last night :banghead:
 
ItsBoris

ItsBoris

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McFlash said:
If we'd have put a bid in a week ago, Bayern would've jumped in then.
It's not like they've only just heard of the lad, it's likely they've been monitoring him and his situation for a while.
And then you have to factor in that his agent is doing what he's paid to do, drum up interest in his client.

It's not like we could've thrown a bid in on the 1st and got him signed before anyone else realised what was happening.
Football, agents and clubs don't work like that most of the time
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So what do you think Bayern's position was? They planned to sign him all along but just waited for someone else to do the negotiation?

I think it's more likely that they started seriously considering him after our negotiations started. Otherwise why would the player have agreed personal terms with us so early on. Sure they may have scouted him and been aware of him but was probably just one of a number of names on their list. I think you may be overestimating the professionalism of football clubs haha.

Also just to point out you just said the bolded part is what happened with Timo Werner.
 
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