The Little Fuckheads who live next door.
I live next door to a family of what I can only describe as Pikeys with a house.

The eldest moron left school in 2007, and has since had no need of a permanent job as he can sponge off of his idiotic parents. He sleeps most of the day, occasionally going into London to spend Daddy's money on designer clothes and a gravity defying haircut, and in the evenings, goes out with his mates in their riced-up Clio (with lexarse rear-lights, and a fucking coal-skuttle for an exhaust), drinking and causing trouble in the area.

The youngest moron is, in his parents eyes, going to be a professional footballer. He plays for a youth team in the midlands, and because of this, his parents refuse to do anything that might jeopardise his potential career in football, such as punishing him for kicking his fucking footballs into my garden narrowly missing my kids and smashing my garden ornaments. In fact the last time I challenged his grey haired twat of a father he threatened me with physical violence.

This pair of spoilt little turds will live their lives under the protection of their fathers money, never actually having to take responsibility for their own actions because Daddy will always cough up to bail them out or blindly defend their appalling actions when others complain.
(Vic Flange, Fri 10 Oct 2008, 20:10, 1 reply)

Naaah,
you have to have a LOT of money and some influence to buy kids out of money forever.

While they're under 18 they'll get the Youth Offending Team and some 'help'.
After 18, it's just the police, and the front-door-kicked-in and back-of-the-van treatment like everyone else.

Bide your time, bite your lip. It'll come.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Sat 11 Oct 2008, 9:35, closed)