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.
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