So they express themselves using violence, a form poetically conveyed in tear-inducing curries and strong offensive accents and make whack nut hippity hip-hop rap about bitches and hoes and killing people for being bitches and hoes with their whack nut cracker knife for life, yeah brav.
But some people are so silly, it's beyond belief. Like the other week, I walked past Lidl in my hometown and saw a small child licking a bollard placed outside the store.
It looked as if he'd dropped some ice-cream on it so he was licking it off for all his sweet desert's worth, for his sake I hope, yeesh - only to have his father come behind him and push his face hard into it (possibly by accident, but it wouldn't have stopped me from calling the NSPCC on that dickface dadda) and tells him 'Don't lick bollocks like that, that's disgusting' - WHO SAYS THAT TO THEIR TINY KID?!
I had a right mind to say something, only that I was saying it in my mind. My mouth doesn't function on such fruity 'insert amazing clever wit comment' occasions, but it does feels the need to blurt absolute twaddle-goose when good interesting company is around. I will bitch-slap my mouth sometime, to see if the after affects of the anaesthetic from the dentist last and whether it will sprout some motivational sense into me, so the mouth functions with the ole noggin.
Or I'll wait til my brother goes, he's just as good as a chimp ready to be experimented on. And plus, I can test different speeds of slaps...oh yeah, that's going down in the diary, I'm definitely gonna try that ON HIM.
Anyhoo, some people are dumb as feck. No lie. They should come with special stickers saying 'unfit for speaking in public to anyone' or 'will yap like a freaking loonie if you don't give me a piece of your chewing gum' - the chewing gum act is a personal reference as to what happened in college.
There were some orange-faced girls, there were some nasty-ass boys. Little Miss Wotsit liked the glance of Mr. Hairy-Bum-Hairy-Everywhere and trotted over on her crusty mud dipped heels and tittered if he had any gum.
Mr. Hair (can't be fecked to type whole names, we know they so hairy) did have gum, but he wanted to flirt a little with the little baked creature, so he said in his low grumble 'I'll give you some if you give me yours.'
Yeesh, the sleaze. That was the filthiest bout of flirting to ever assault my ears. Hairy dude wanted a denture chomp test on her mouth and wanted everyone to know about it in the most disgusting way. I'm sure he had hair growing on his tonsils and wanted her to feel em out and - - EURGH! *violent vomit*
So yeah, Cheesy Hoe starts to flap those rubber dinghies she had for lips and repeats what Hairy Dude said in a nasal mimic 'I'll give you some if you give me yours' and then it all kicks off - Hairy PERKISTANKI mans don't get no rest from her mini-Wotsit friends who resembled little orange pigs in shorts and stiletto trotters.
They're all going on about how pathetic he was and how sexist that comment was and how Orange Piglet No1 only wanted a piece of gum for her porky breath but no, oh no no no - Hairy mans thinks it 'fillurting' and tries it on with the whole lot of them. They took him to the trough, never mind to the cleaners. They squealed and trotted around him with dirty delight (and in danger of indecently exposing themselves) and snatched the Wrigley's packet out of those hairy plant hands. It was all harmless fun until Hairy man accidentally pats one of them on the bum; one of the ugly angrier ones.
What a stinker of a day that was for Hairy man. Everything was fine, it was the unethical teenage chav was to flirt, but that ugly angry pig was an Angry Bird. (feckin' great iPhone app - I had to plug it, cause that's how awesome it is). She got pissed, and her piggy trot friends were ready to poke his eyeballs out. The noise that came from them on the third floor of the college whilst I had just entered the building was feckin' incredible. Like pig banshee hybrids. The trouble amounted to the point of fierce insults, attempted assaults and gang members hissing on either side of the floor plan.
I remember that day and thinking how fecking dumb are people? Some have unfortunately lowered themselves lesser than animals, which is a deepening shade of shame each passing day. It's sad what the world comes to when people can't get over the fact that they have terrible breath and are just as ugly on the inside as they are on the outside. Sick world. Sick times.
Yeesh, the sleaze. That was the filthiest bout of flirting to ever assault my ears. Hairy dude wanted a denture chomp test on her mouth and wanted everyone to know about it in the most disgusting way. I'm sure he had hair growing on his tonsils and wanted her to feel em out and - - EURGH! *violent vomit*
So yeah, Cheesy Hoe starts to flap those rubber dinghies she had for lips and repeats what Hairy Dude said in a nasal mimic 'I'll give you some if you give me yours' and then it all kicks off - Hairy PERKISTANKI mans don't get no rest from her mini-Wotsit friends who resembled little orange pigs in shorts and stiletto trotters.
They're all going on about how pathetic he was and how sexist that comment was and how Orange Piglet No1 only wanted a piece of gum for her porky breath but no, oh no no no - Hairy mans thinks it 'fillurting' and tries it on with the whole lot of them. They took him to the trough, never mind to the cleaners. They squealed and trotted around him with dirty delight (and in danger of indecently exposing themselves) and snatched the Wrigley's packet out of those hairy plant hands. It was all harmless fun until Hairy man accidentally pats one of them on the bum; one of the ugly angrier ones.
What a stinker of a day that was for Hairy man. Everything was fine, it was the unethical teenage chav was to flirt, but that ugly angry pig was an Angry Bird. (feckin' great iPhone app - I had to plug it, cause that's how awesome it is). She got pissed, and her piggy trot friends were ready to poke his eyeballs out. The noise that came from them on the third floor of the college whilst I had just entered the building was feckin' incredible. Like pig banshee hybrids. The trouble amounted to the point of fierce insults, attempted assaults and gang members hissing on either side of the floor plan.
I remember that day and thinking how fecking dumb are people? Some have unfortunately lowered themselves lesser than animals, which is a deepening shade of shame each passing day. It's sad what the world comes to when people can't get over the fact that they have terrible breath and are just as ugly on the inside as they are on the outside. Sick world. Sick times.
