Peasant Bint in Forced Kerbing Shocker...
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This time, the female of the species.
I have, once before, chronicled the disposition of our operation's local contingent of barely genetic slapper: a uniquely spiteful breed of street brawling Medusan, replete with exposed, pierced mid-riff and a chain smoking repertoire of hope-sapping belligerence.
These [i]uber chavettes[/i] are the final nail in the coffin of our nation since, once the fairer sex has so enthusiatically donned the burberite badge of such overwhelming, pathological antisocialism, there seems little alternative for the state than the rousing of the goose stepper and legislation enabling an active policy of rabble battery.
It was with a profound sense of bewilderment last night that as I rounded a 15mph, 90 degree corner, one of these posturing harpies loomed ever so large.
Stood in the middle of the road, it was clearly attempting to cross: having seen me lumber carefully forth and for my own part, peripherals carefully logging the bodily attitude of this Satanic spawn, I made a pottering left...
Then, with steaming indifference, it simply proceeded across my path.
[b]Holy sh1t![/b] Although travelling at C5 velocities, the proximity of Shazza's person to the rutting Munchenite - and an unholy claimo di compus - was not inconsiderable so it was all I could do to slam on the anchors and veer suddenly left...[i][b]ker-scraaape...[/b][/i]...Oh, spiffing.
Like some motorized whale, beached against the kerbside, I sat, incredulous and open mouthed as this teenage b1tch simply sauntered off.
With absolutely no acknowledgement of it's error or even the closeness of it's own demise, I was left seething, once more unsure as to whether any kind of verbal broadside was even worth contemplating, much less firing off.
In the end, I just dropped my head and imagined Agincourt.
What an absolute shambles is this place become.
Btw, anyone know any good wheel refurbers oop north, for a Beemr?
Sodding vermin. :furious:
I have, once before, chronicled the disposition of our operation's local contingent of barely genetic slapper: a uniquely spiteful breed of street brawling Medusan, replete with exposed, pierced mid-riff and a chain smoking repertoire of hope-sapping belligerence.
These [i]uber chavettes[/i] are the final nail in the coffin of our nation since, once the fairer sex has so enthusiatically donned the burberite badge of such overwhelming, pathological antisocialism, there seems little alternative for the state than the rousing of the goose stepper and legislation enabling an active policy of rabble battery.
It was with a profound sense of bewilderment last night that as I rounded a 15mph, 90 degree corner, one of these posturing harpies loomed ever so large.
Stood in the middle of the road, it was clearly attempting to cross: having seen me lumber carefully forth and for my own part, peripherals carefully logging the bodily attitude of this Satanic spawn, I made a pottering left...
Then, with steaming indifference, it simply proceeded across my path.
[b]Holy sh1t![/b] Although travelling at C5 velocities, the proximity of Shazza's person to the rutting Munchenite - and an unholy claimo di compus - was not inconsiderable so it was all I could do to slam on the anchors and veer suddenly left...[i][b]ker-scraaape...[/b][/i]...Oh, spiffing.
Like some motorized whale, beached against the kerbside, I sat, incredulous and open mouthed as this teenage b1tch simply sauntered off.
With absolutely no acknowledgement of it's error or even the closeness of it's own demise, I was left seething, once more unsure as to whether any kind of verbal broadside was even worth contemplating, much less firing off.
In the end, I just dropped my head and imagined Agincourt.
What an absolute shambles is this place become.
Btw, anyone know any good wheel refurbers oop north, for a Beemr?
Sodding vermin. :furious:
Had a similar run in like this the other day on the Bristol Downs, a bus decided that it wanted pretty much the whole road to himself, and I had to make a sharp left , right up against the nasty sharp and very rough two inch high kerbstones.
Jumped out, and there was one very scuffed alloy, steering that very much was not pointing the right direction, and a Police Car stopping to offer help.
Seeing as the bus had merrily gone on its way, there wasn't alot either of us could do. Well apart from me cry at the damage.
Confirmed my absolute hatred of buses when the copper said that they always have problems with buses bullying drivers...
Oh, and don't get me started on door mirrors...
Jumped out, and there was one very scuffed alloy, steering that very much was not pointing the right direction, and a Police Car stopping to offer help.
Seeing as the bus had merrily gone on its way, there wasn't alot either of us could do. Well apart from me cry at the damage.
Confirmed my absolute hatred of buses when the copper said that they always have problems with buses bullying drivers...
Oh, and don't get me started on door mirrors...
G legs together we'd better off to the tune of one chavscum.Nearly had a lard arsed Chavet on the bonnet of my Subabru Legacy when I was last in Great Yarmouth. It was complete with a screaming kid in a buggy that she pushed into the road in front of me. Good job it stops well. Great Yarmouth Sea front and market place, where they sell chips by the ton, is a haven for gormless fat chavs.
Jeez ...it scares me what size these lardy bints are going to be in 10 years time...??? 
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