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Damini
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I need to vent. I hate them. Stupid chavvey boy wonders. I've just come back to my house to find two chavvy boys tucked behind my car. The oldest, all of 14, had a huge hacksaw. The youngest, maybe 12 and shorter than the freaky Cranky, just had a hacksaw blade. When I approached they just came out in front of me, bold as brass, and tried to hide the saws up their jumpers.
On Sunday we had a chav come up to our car (this one I think, judging by the tattered puffa, and the oh so sinister base ball cap, is the leader) and demand we wind down our window. My bruv wound his down slightly, and we were treated to this conversation.
Chav Leader: You got my ball? You got my ball? You got my ball? You got my ball? You got my ball?
Bruv: Eh? What ball?
Chav Leader: You got my ball? My ball? You got it? Dahnt lie to me! Dahnt lie to me! Dahnt lie to me! You got my ball?
Me: What on earth are you going on about?
And so this went on... Apparently, my brother the unhealthy looking punk who had only just turned up at my house, had stolen this chav leaders football earlier on. Tosh and bollocks. You know how someone keeps repeating a phrase over and over again to rile themselves up into doing something? Well, this accumalated, after the umpteenth "You got my ball?" into "You better not, or else I'll..." and then all sorts of gestures meant to imply he had a knife on him. Now, this guy was so scrawney I could probably have snapped him, but I really dont appreciate being threatened with a weapon, implied or real, right outside my front door. Especially when I know damn well that retaliation of any kind will mean a criminal record or a car on fire, or some nasty cuts from a stanley knife.
So my proposition is this, since apparently genginering a virus to attack imbeciles and wipe them from the face of this planet is unethical, I say we swop the chavs for the asylum seekers. We house all the chavs together on the same estates, or in holding places, and let them bullshit and threaten each other, rather than other people. Let chavs only snap the aerials off of chav mobiles. Let them blow themselves up by trying to out do each others speakers in their Boom Boom Boom cars. Let them realise then they cant go shoplifting because fellow chavs dont have the IQ to open shops, so they'll have to spend hours brewing their own sodding cider.
Everyone seems so up in arms about the asylum seekers ruining our country and living off of benefits, but I personally prefer that ten fold to our home grown retards, steadfastly defying social evolotion to try and return to all bollocks and hunting male. They serve no bloody purpose in life, they justy strut around trying to be as "hard" as possible, and pride themselves on acting and speaking like sub intelligence is a cool trait to have. Seriously, is this a nineties/noughties evolution, or did I just not notice this when I was younger?
I've written to the police; not to report it, because that would be as dumb as throwing wasps at the chavs, but to find out what the crime rate actually is in my quiet little road. Cos if its chronic it loosk like I'm going to be moving, lovely house or not. Kenny is out till seven every night and I don't much feel like being a young version of the pensioners too scared to leave their houses. And its already getting there.
EDIT:// That was all a bit too grumpy, but theres something very annoying about the feeling that you are being bullied by people TEN YEARS younger than you... Grrr and all that.
On Sunday we had a chav come up to our car (this one I think, judging by the tattered puffa, and the oh so sinister base ball cap, is the leader) and demand we wind down our window. My bruv wound his down slightly, and we were treated to this conversation.
Chav Leader: You got my ball? You got my ball? You got my ball? You got my ball? You got my ball?
Bruv: Eh? What ball?
Chav Leader: You got my ball? My ball? You got it? Dahnt lie to me! Dahnt lie to me! Dahnt lie to me! You got my ball?
Me: What on earth are you going on about?
And so this went on... Apparently, my brother the unhealthy looking punk who had only just turned up at my house, had stolen this chav leaders football earlier on. Tosh and bollocks. You know how someone keeps repeating a phrase over and over again to rile themselves up into doing something? Well, this accumalated, after the umpteenth "You got my ball?" into "You better not, or else I'll..." and then all sorts of gestures meant to imply he had a knife on him. Now, this guy was so scrawney I could probably have snapped him, but I really dont appreciate being threatened with a weapon, implied or real, right outside my front door. Especially when I know damn well that retaliation of any kind will mean a criminal record or a car on fire, or some nasty cuts from a stanley knife.
So my proposition is this, since apparently genginering a virus to attack imbeciles and wipe them from the face of this planet is unethical, I say we swop the chavs for the asylum seekers. We house all the chavs together on the same estates, or in holding places, and let them bullshit and threaten each other, rather than other people. Let chavs only snap the aerials off of chav mobiles. Let them blow themselves up by trying to out do each others speakers in their Boom Boom Boom cars. Let them realise then they cant go shoplifting because fellow chavs dont have the IQ to open shops, so they'll have to spend hours brewing their own sodding cider.
Everyone seems so up in arms about the asylum seekers ruining our country and living off of benefits, but I personally prefer that ten fold to our home grown retards, steadfastly defying social evolotion to try and return to all bollocks and hunting male. They serve no bloody purpose in life, they justy strut around trying to be as "hard" as possible, and pride themselves on acting and speaking like sub intelligence is a cool trait to have. Seriously, is this a nineties/noughties evolution, or did I just not notice this when I was younger?
I've written to the police; not to report it, because that would be as dumb as throwing wasps at the chavs, but to find out what the crime rate actually is in my quiet little road. Cos if its chronic it loosk like I'm going to be moving, lovely house or not. Kenny is out till seven every night and I don't much feel like being a young version of the pensioners too scared to leave their houses. And its already getting there.
EDIT:// That was all a bit too grumpy, but theres something very annoying about the feeling that you are being bullied by people TEN YEARS younger than you... Grrr and all that.