"Man, never do Black Pearl while a guy is sucking your cock, you never want to experience something like it" - Two chavs walking past my fence while i was in the backgarden sun bathing. lol 7 foot fences :')
ah the basis of a lasting relationshipSPARTAN-117 said:overheard somewhere in the rhondda valleys:"you know i loves you cos i shags you and buys you chips"
I think the problem is, the majority are dipshits who curse in the middle of town and look at someone who isn't a girl like they're satan's little bitches. I have some chav friends, but they're not the kind that hate everything like angsty teens in denial. They're really funny, and pleasant, but get judged just because of what they wear. I generally dislike chavs due to their attitude to everyone else. I walked to town the other day, and was called a "girly emo ******" by at least three groups of them. Now, I do not have anything to give of that impression, which is generally why I'd like to see them nuked.JanatUrlich said:That's my point. You don't like it and you realise that you don't belong to any stereotype, so you shouldn't stereotype them either. I have some really good chav friends and they're amazing!cynicalandbored said:They DO stereotype me.
skyfire_freckles said:Ours is an old guy with a white beard who walks around downtown in a bright shirt, suspenders and occasionally a dust mask going 'ribbit'.Vanguard_Ex said:Hehe, gotta love the town weirdos. One of ours is 'Edwin Walkbackwards'. He's this old man who walks around looking a bit bewildered with an umbrella and a hat, if you say 'Walk backwards!' to him he just spins 180 degrees and walks backwards for a few seconds.Continuum said:This may not be entirely relevant but still.
My local area is infested with oddballs and absolute weirdos. There's this old guy called "Odd" Morris who wanders around aimlessly with a can of Fosters in his hand. He always buys one can of Fosters from the off liscense and only one. A while back I said "Hello" in passing, and he turned and said "Doin' yer exams soon?". I replied that I was and he whispered "I'll say a prayer fer ye". He put the can on the ground and proceeding to nod his head, close his eyes and mutter a prayer for me. This is just in the middle of the street.
Funny thing is, I don't think his name is actually Morris. He ambles around with his can, muttering "morris morris morris" until he engages someone in converstaion so I assume that's what it is. I feel sorry for him.
On the actual topic, I once overheard a really rough looking bloke talking on the phone. I assume he was talking to his girlfriend/spouse, because he said something along the lines of 'Yeah but it's always just sex sex sex, and I don't want that'.
Really surprising.
I overheard something just yesterday, "I found this little wool guy just abandoned and I wondered where its friends might be."