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The tale of the chav who was drunk.

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Mood: Fucking chavsThursday 5th April 2012


Think it was really cool that 1 person commented about my post, so lets go again people. and double it to mother fucking TWO people this time!

The following is why I LOVE chavs so much, not because of their amazing fashion sense, not because of their pirate-esk love of gold, but because they are as thick as the Earth.

8:30PM on Monday just gone, I am 4 minutes into my 12 minute walk to the nearest open store, which happens to be Asda.  I take a shortcut through Aldi's car park, where around 15 youths are kicking the ball against the wall, all of them with hoodies and all swearing at each other, kinda intimidating to some folk, but I'm the size of a house, so they know as well as I do that It'll be a closely contested contest if shit goes down, because I'll sit on the fuckers and kill 'em, but I digress...

Walked past the youths and towards the car park's footpath exit, where there is a man about my age, who is standing still and appearing to be having trouble with the 2 crutches he's using.  He wore a baseball cap turned to the side, an Addidas top and bottoms, one of his feet is missing a trainer so I presume he's broken his leg or foot?  I get to within about 15 feet of this guy, and he whips his cock out, and starts pissing all over the footpath which I have yet to pass, so I am like WTF??  

I stop, as not only do I not want piss on my jeans or trainers, but I'm wondering what the fuck this guys problem is!  I look him straight in the eyes from about 6 feet away, and all he says in a meek voice is "oh, sorry mate".  Having the little extra time to survey the situation, I observe the can of special brew in his hand which I mistook for his crutch handle, now I understand this guys whole fucking sorry life story.

I walk into the car park instead of walking the footpath, avoiding the piss and the piss head, and now I'm at the busy traffic lights, located next to the busiest pub in town, waiting for the last car on the road to go by, no need to press for the lights.  At this point, the drunk chav is done pissing, and starts walking slowly towards me and the lights, I notice this small white maggot dangling where his cock should be, I put it together in a split-second just like fucking Columbo and realise that this is in fact, the guys actual cock, trying to get a tan at night time I suppose?

The guys is getting closer, and I want NOTHING to do with the guy and his cock tanning.  I don't want abuse, I don't want a sorry, I don't want a hug and a £20 note, I think he's dirty pond scum, no matter what gifts he could offer me.  He tries talking to me, I can't understand him, nor do I want to.  The last car goes by and I fucking dart across the road for 2 reasons, the first being that I think this guy is going to follow me If I don't get away, and the second being that I see another car has turned onto the road and isn't following the speed limits...

I turn a corner, hear the screech of 4 tyres looking for grip, and finally the sound of metal hitting metal...

Then I clearly hear the drunk shouting and swearing in his drunk stupor at the driver because he hit one of the crutches, shame.

Posted: Mon 9th Apr 2012
Lube for my anal plug.
Posted: Mon 9th Apr 2012
Am i the only one who was left wondering at the end of the story...

What did he need at the shop? 
Posted: Sat 7th Apr 2012

Dam right! 

 

I can fight my way out a paper bag, by EATING the bastard!

 

Now if that's not TOUGH, then other things are...

Posted: Sat 7th Apr 2012
Tough guy.
Posted: Sat 7th Apr 2012
Let me guess...would it have been about 'chavs'? smilie_lol2.gif
Posted: Sat 7th Apr 2012

This isn’t Question time, and I am not a Newspaper, you don’t need to quote me, I know exactly what I said, lol.

I wasn’t intimidated, that was the wrong word to use, but I liked it so I used it again, It was more of a mutual aggressiveness, I am a force to be reckoned with, and so were they, not saying that I can stand toe to toe against David Haye, but against a gang of teens, I’d fancy my chances.

There were 15 kids there, and when they were fighting for possession of the ball they would shove and push to the point where a couple of them fell over, so yes, “borderline fighting”.

I do not believe everything I read in the papers, I prefer looking up several sources to get the real story, such as that of the occupy movement.  I am very aware of the sensationalism that occurs within all media, exaggerated stories, white lies, personal vendettas, but there is always some sort of truth there at the root of it all.  I hear that most sharks are passive creatures that would rather stay away from humans, but that doesn’t mean I’ll start swimming in shark infested waters.

I think I should define what I believe a chav is, because it’s gotten all mixed up in the whole scheme of things, like what faggot means.  Chav to me means someone who wears designer sportswear all the time, but usually doesn’t do any sports. Drinks heavily, usually In places other than home or the pub, swears and doesn’t care who is around to hear be it children or police, aggressive behaviour to friends, family, and in fact anyone else.  Teenage chav is usually the same but with the addition of the hoodie, which is up be it rain or shine, daytime or night time.

As to blanketing all kids with the term chav, not true, only the ones who on the surface appear to be chavs. When you’re a black bird flying with crows, you’ll get shot just the same.

I wasn’t actually apologising when I said sorry, I was being sarcastic, and it is my blog, and I’ll agree with people and disagree with people, I have been used to it most of my life!  Talking of which, I have a bit of a problem with your comment about lowering my intelligence to that of the people I am insulting by swearing at the end?  What is that about?  I use swearing in all my blogs, but saying FUCK at the end of that comment is what you have a problem with?  I say that those kids are chavs and you tell me that I am lowering my intelligence to that of theirs, are you saying that they are stupid and/or less intelligent?

I’m gonna stop writing about this now because I would rather just write another blog, but now I don’t have the time, grrrrr!!

Posted: Sat 7th Apr 2012

Perhaps I am a little confused....I am sure that you originally posted that you weren't personally intimidated by these lads because you were 'the size of a house' and that 'you would sit on the fuckers and kill 'em'. Then in your reply you intimate that you were slightly afraid and intimidated.... so which one is it? And how do you 'border on a fight' - I thought they were kicking a football aggressively?

Secondly, you shouldn't read everything in the papers and take it all in verbatim - the majority is exaggerated and sensationalist and the British have a culture of reveling in 'bad news'.

Perhaps the best thing to do is read a wide-range of pieces to get a better handle on the subject before appearing hackneyed? Check out this 'chav' article from the BBC News to grasp the concept a little better and it's detrimental affect on society....

Granted, there is a problem with a section of young people today but by stereotyping by what they look like and the use of simplist terms is derogatory, offensive and prejudice...

Finally, don't feel you have to apologise for your blog, like you said, it's your blog...but you need to remember that if you put anything out there, be it orally or written, people are going to have opinions that you may or may not agree with....it's the old adage of 'published and be damned' so basically, get used to it! LOL.

And the use of expletive at the end clearly demeans the intelligence you have to the base level of one of those you are insulting.....or was it a touch of comic irony you were striving for?

Posted: Sat 7th Apr 2012
Interesting story an worth a read but its not nearly as funny as the story of the fat drunk chavette with a tin of spam where her fanny should be
Posted: Sat 7th Apr 2012

So I should feel no fear walking up to 15+ youths who are between 12 and 17, knowing about all the knife crime and the crime that is reported in my local media which is about "youths with hoodies" beating up guys walking home from the pub at 11PM and stealing £10?

There was empty cans of booze lying everywhere, and ALL of them had their hood up, probably so their faces weren't caught on camera, there was a couple bodering on a fight, but it was more really aggressive shoving.   Also they were playing next to a footpath which is why I had to go by them, with woman pushing prams and and elderly people walking in the opposite direction, and they were kicking the FUCK out of this ball, hardly the young courteous youth of yesteryear who were watching out for their elders.

Oh yeah, and there was a MASSIVE 400 space council car park which is empty after 6pm, which is a 30 second walk from the shop carpark.

Sorry for not mentioning this in the blog, but I didn't think I had to explain why I felt intimidated by all these kids, oh yeah, and it's my blog, so I'll write what the fuck I like.

Posted: Fri 6th Apr 2012
Funny story but what was the point of mentioning the kids in the hoodies kicking a ball?

They were doing nothing wrong except for being kids trying to kick a ball somewhere because WalMart, Tesco's and the rest of the capitalist demons have built over playing fields.....

Seems irrelevant to the rest of the narrative and in fact a personal agenda/attack on 'Chavs' which I feel is extremely prejudice and offensive as well as an amateurish way of description when you are clearly better than that....

You have your +1...no doubt more will come now