Unconcerned

Is anyone concerned we are unconcerned here? Or is it of the upmost concern to ask the question why we are not concerned enough about the Concerned thread in the Unconcernrd thread that people are concerned there is a thread in the first place statimg people are unconcerned? Or do we all just sit on a throne of lies?
The most concerned are always concerned about others being unconcerned and agitate concern in others.

The unconcerned as so unconcerned they spend all the time being concerned about showing everyone just how unconcerned they are, especially towards the concerned.

Thus ever was.
 

Get the sheets out lads.



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I’m old enough to remember us signing Terry Curran on loan on a Friday in 1982 and him tearing apart our opposition on the Saturday.

I’m not one for hyperbole but it’s clear that all that will happen with new signings made now is that there will be 4 weeks for the rest of the squad to develop a deep hatred and resentment for any newcomers - and for the squad will eventually split into two camps with half the squad getting changed in the holy trinity brexit bar bogs before the first game.

So bring me some mid august signings
 
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F@ck this for a joke—just buy someone. I don’t care if it’s another tea lady. I can feel it in the air. Bedfordblue is winding everyone up, the unconcerned are suddenly concerned, and the concerned are down at the launderette with bedsheets carefully concealed in black garbage bags. The wise are buying stocks in manufacturers of mattress protectors. The reek of piss is nauseating and is only exceeded by the fragrant waft of paranoia in the GOT air.

But I know it, and almost everyone I have seen today knows it too. We know it because we feel it. We’ve been here before. The missus frets, the dog sulks and sh-ts on the carpet. My neighbour stays in all day and there are no lights on. His wife hasn’t been seen for several days, but I see him roam outside with an axe at night muttering something about Douglas, James, and Jack—and he doesn’t even follow Everton. I argue with the lady postie about lousy delivery and then, ashamed, I immediately rush back inside to lie down on damp bedsheets, another victim of whatever it is in the air. I scan Grand Old Team. People are wound up so tight I expect the whole place to off with a big TWANG! Chicoazul (as always) chimes in with a sterling impression of "Yes, Minister".

And then we have the so-called ‘unconcerned’ saying “Everything will be just fine”. Liars. Dissembling rogues. We see the ‘spot of shame’ hiding behind your bravado.

Well played @Bedfordblue. 😉 See ya in the Bomb Shelter!
 

F@ck this for a joke—just buy someone. I don’t care if it’s another tea lady. I can feel it in the air. Bedfordblue is winding everyone up, the unconcerned are suddenly concerned, and the concerned are down at the launderette with bedsheets carefully concealed in black garbage bags. The wise are buying stocks in manufacturers of mattress protectors. The reek of piss is nauseating and is only exceeded by the fragrant waft of paranoia in the GOT air.

But I know it, and almost everyone I have seen today knows it too. We know it because we feel it. We’ve been here before. The missus frets, the dog sulks and sh-ts on the carpet. My neighbour stays in all day and there are no lights on. His wife hasn’t been seen for several days, but I see him roam outside with an axe at night muttering something about Douglas, James, and Jack—and he doesn’t even follow Everton. I argue with the lady postie about lousy delivery and then, ashamed, I immediately rush back inside to lie down on damp bedsheets, another victim of whatever it is in the air. I scan Grand Old Team. People are wound up so tight I expect the whole place to off with a big TWANG! Chicoazul (as always) chimes in with a sterling impression of "Yes, Minister".

And then we have the so-called ‘unconcerned’ saying “Everything will be just fine”. Liars. Dissembling rogues. We see the ‘spot of shame’ hiding behind your bravado.

Well played @Bedfordblue. 😉 See ya in the Bomb Shelter!
Time to start a tea lady thread.

Welcome to Everton, Florence.
 
Alright Blues, let’s all take a deep breath, unclench and wring out those bed sheets. Yes, the transfer window’s been quieter than The Hot Wok on a Monday morning, but before we start panicking, let’s look at the silver linings.

First off, stability isn’t a bad thing. For once, we’re not flogging the Crown Jewels or panic-buying No 10’s. It’s like we’ve realised that calm continuity might just be… clever?

Secondly, remember Financial Fair Play? We’re finally taking it seriously, which might mean fewer flashy names but also fewer sleepless nights about points deductions.

And let’s not forget, David Moyes isn’t the type to make signings just to keep GoT happy. He wants graft, not glitter. If we’re not buying, it’s probably because he’s got faith in the squad—or at least, faith in grinding out results without splashing the cash.

So yes, it’s quiet. But sometimes, no news is good news. And hey, if we sneak in a smart signing or two in August, we’ll all pretend we were never worried anyway.
Up Texan Dans Toffees!
You are definitely concerned to make this thread!! 🤣🤣🤣
 
F@ck this for a joke—just buy someone. I don’t care if it’s another tea lady. I can feel it in the air. Bedfordblue is winding everyone up, the unconcerned are suddenly concerned, and the concerned are down at the launderette with bedsheets carefully concealed in black garbage bags. The wise are buying stocks in manufacturers of mattress protectors. The reek of piss is nauseating and is only exceeded by the fragrant waft of paranoia in the GOT air.

But I know it, and almost everyone I have seen today knows it too. We know it because we feel it. We’ve been here before. The missus frets, the dog sulks and sh-ts on the carpet. My neighbour stays in all day and there are no lights on. His wife hasn’t been seen for several days, but I see him roam outside with an axe at night muttering something about Douglas, James, and Jack—and he doesn’t even follow Everton. I argue with the lady postie about lousy delivery and then, ashamed, I immediately rush back inside to lie down on damp bedsheets, another victim of whatever it is in the air. I scan Grand Old Team. People are wound up so tight I expect the whole place to off with a big TWANG! Chicoazul (as always) chimes in with a sterling impression of "Yes, Minister".

And then we have the so-called ‘unconcerned’ saying “Everything will be just fine”. Liars. Dissembling rogues. We see the ‘spot of shame’ hiding behind your bravado.

Well played @Bedfordblue. 😉 See ya in the Bomb Shelter!
 

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