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Who the fuck is bookmarking Ryder?

cunts

“A wild strike” cunts

MURPHY!

cunts

“This needs clearing”?! cunts

What a goal that was. I can’t even finish my dinner that well.

What's worse than ants in your pants? Uncles.

My mayuts a Croat. Marra.

Foyers never close marra.

Imagination, will make a Mag of you.

Christ almighty, this thread rather poetically mimicking the match last night.

If I were to show you how to do this I'd be outing myself as a colossal pervert and I'm simply not ready for that.

A challenging wank, but I'll have a crack.

AI can make your dream come true. It's tits oot in anything you want these days.

That's easily the best Friends episode.

Barnes had rested enough, the litter filling his broken hot tub duly testified. Now it was time to start work again, and what an opportunity! The land of the rising sun, bullet trains and Chinese Dragons. Korea! He felt that familiar surge of excitement. All the things lying ahead of him to savour. Virgin territory. New players, naive media and a plethora of untasted fast food. He’d heard of that kimchi stuff. What was in it? Cabbage? Fuck that then, they'll have a McDonalds. Did they drink there?, he wondered. It wouldn’t matter. He would get in shape in case he was needed off the bench, confident his bloated 63 year old frame would still cut the mustard against those slopes. Barnes cleaned his face and dressed himself for the Zoom call with the KFA. He felt confident and assured. Those decades of media training at United having served him so well, once more his calm gravitas would win the day. Heading to the office in the back of his garage, he drove off on his usual routine. He always liked to drive to work, even when working from home. It helps me make the separation, he reminded himself as he inspected the stains on his ragged old sweatpants. Whilst in the Burger King Drive Thru he saw an old fella walking a dog. They eat dogs there, don’t they?! A brief wince, a furrowed brow, thoughts coalescing. “Here’s your order Dr Barnes, have a nice day”. He grabbed his 3 bags whilst confirming they hadn’t forgotten anything then pulled away smoothly in his leased Tesla. It looked a bit naff but had peerless acceleration and more talk than Talk Radio. The interview went very well, there was an air of formality about it. As things were wrapping up he felt stirrings down there, and down there was rarely wrong. The job was his. "One last thing, Mr Barnes. Do you have any questions for us?" "Erm." Thoughts racing. Fuck, he hadn’t prepared a question! Schoolboy error. He briefly considered asking if he’d get a game but thought better of it. Fuck!! Quickly, what do you want to know about Korea!! "Errrr, I was wondering something before to be fair. What do dogs taste like? Is it bacon?"

Why trouble yourself with going to the pub when you can just rant into a mirror at home?