To be an Evertonian

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On way to the match with 3 other Blues. Each of us sure we'll win tonight and finally show what this team can do.

Got me thinking what it is to be an Evertonian. Could write a page of waffle or just simply say it is "something" inside.

It's on!
 

to be an Evertonian is the best decision I made in my life to date and one which I will always remain proud of .. my heart will be with all the blue boys at the match, have a good time fellas, sing your hearts out and remind the world yet again about what a great ****in club this is.
 
On way to the match with 3 other Blues. Each of us sure we'll win tonight and finally show what this team can do.

Got me thinking what it is to be an Evertonian. Could write a page of waffle or just simply say it is "something" inside.

It's on!

Don,t forget to shout Moyes name for the manager of the month award.
 

It's identical to being with an abusive partner who makes a delicious biryani once a month but gives you nothing but dry toast throughout the week; who tells you the two bed flat is affordable but then sells your Xbox to make the rent, buys you a Spectrum to make up for it and then, amazingly, the Spectrum turns out to be great and you forget all about the Xbox until they sell the Spectrum for next month's rent, saying that they'll definitely get you a Platinum Playstation 9 but keep going to the shop a few minutes after it shuts; who goes down on you but then accidentally nuts you in the genitals; who gets the cutest little puppy from the pound but then leaves you to walk it every day while they have a threesome with your parents; who wears a red coat all the time for some reason; who consoles you about not earning enough but then makes a great effort to squint at your four inch... plasma; who comes home one idle Tuesday with a bottle of single malt, your favourite film on dvd, a gram of beak and a new anal plug, but then, on your birthday, sets fire to your eyebrows.

Evertonian.
 
It's identical to being with an abusive partner who makes a delicious biryani once a month but gives you nothing but dry toast throughout the week; who tells you the two bed flat is affordable but then sells your Xbox to make the rent, buys you a Spectrum to make up for it and then, amazingly, the Spectrum turns out to be great and you forget all about the Xbox until they sell the Spectrum for next month's rent, saying that they'll definitely get you a Platinum Playstation 9 but keep going to the shop a few minutes after it shuts; who goes down on you but then accidentally nuts you in the genitals; who gets the cutest little puppy from the pound but then leaves you to walk it every day while they have a threesome with your parents; who wears a red coat all the time for some reason; who consoles you about not earning enough but then makes a great effort to squint at your four inch... plasma; who comes home one idle Tuesday with a bottle of single malt, your favourite film on dvd, a gram of beak and a new anal plug, but then, on your birthday, sets fire to your eyebrows.

Evertonian.
sounds familiar.
 
Going to West Brom badly hungover on New Years Day to watch 86 minutes of **** only to be in a state of absolute delirium when Anichebe knocked home the winner.
 

Is to take all of your love your hate, fear, joy, passion and cram it into the pit of your stomach to be washed in the piss and shyte of this vile world and piled there every [Poor language removed] day of this poxy life, stored in a stew of angst and paranoia until it can be released in volleys of abuse and outpourings of ecstasy, rage, relief etc etc at carefully planned interludes which are scheduled into a list of fixtures, subject to change for the purposes of television.
 
To be an Evertonian is to fanatically defend it's chairman, and greatest living Evertonian, William Kenwright, whilst he financially torpeodes the club for personal gain. Surely ?
 
All I know is that I've been one since I was a little kid. I could have been a Red cos' my dad was, but I wasn't.

I didn't choose one, I was just an Everton supporter, and I don't know why. It just happened.
 
It's identical to being with an abusive partner who makes a delicious biryani once a month but gives you nothing but dry toast throughout the week; who tells you the two bed flat is affordable but then sells your Xbox to make the rent, buys you a Spectrum to make up for it and then, amazingly, the Spectrum turns out to be great and you forget all about the Xbox until they sell the Spectrum for next month's rent, saying that they'll definitely get you a Platinum Playstation 9 but keep going to the shop a few minutes after it shuts; who goes down on you but then accidentally nuts you in the genitals; who gets the cutest little puppy from the pound but then leaves you to walk it every day while they have a threesome with your parents; who wears a red coat all the time for some reason; who consoles you about not earning enough but then makes a great effort to squint at your four inch... plasma; who comes home one idle Tuesday with a bottle of single malt, your favourite film on dvd, a gram of beak and a new anal plug, but then, on your birthday, sets fire to your eyebrows.

Evertonian.

Class that mate.
 

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