Had what is technically referred to as a cunt of a day today.
Tons of shit dumped on me in work. Lots of blame for shit that wasnt my fault but is apparently my job to take the blame for anyway. So a bit aggressive
And then there was lunchtime
Wanted something hot coz of it being the antarctic outside. Normal burger van still not back from his xmas break so I took a walk to another one further along the industrial estate.
And there I met the KING OF THE CHAVS.
Ok, this prick had his name tattooed on his neck, presumably in case his head fell off and he wanted it returning. He also had ther standard issue tracksuit on, complete with over the top gold chain to show that even though he was a man of leisure, he still had the £20 needed to pick up some shit like that from Argos. Thing was though the girl working the van was about 18 so he was doing his best to impress her. This seemed to mainly consist of showing his manliness by using spitting as a form of punctuation and using the word "fucking" to the point where even I thought it was over the top. Oh, and displaying his drinking prowess by loudly proclaiming
"Right, I fucking spent 30 fucking quid on fucking beer last night right. Thats about 10 pints down the fucking pub then a bottle of vodka down the fucking off licence and I fucking drank it all and I wasnt even fucking sick. YEAH BOYYYYYYYY!"
And Im like looking at him and all I can think is that I have neices and nephews and I'd be doing them a favour by killing this shitsmear just so that in years to come they dont have to deal with the retarded kids this turd will spunk up some dopey fat chick. Like draw a line under it.
Seriously, we should kill them. They dont even have comedy value
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I've often said that a cull of these wastes of skin should be organised. The world would be a better place without their unique brand of wankerism.
In fact, I'll vote for any political party that sanctions organised culls.
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