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I had a boss who had no idea of his body odour problem, and everybody was too tactful to break it to him. Not so a visiting Rev Ian Paisley: "What the blazes is that smell? Is it you?" That sorted it. Stories of people blissfully unaware of their bad smells, bad manners and foghorn voices.
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( , Thu 29 Nov 2012, 13:31)
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The other week I was in town picking some shopping up. Being the run up to christmas it's quite busy and I had to park on one of the upper levels of the muti-storey. Heading back to the car with bags of shopping plus a very heavy flatpack table I had to take the stairs (2 slow lifts and loads of people waiting for them).
First few flights were ok, I then round the corner ready for the next set. Narrow stairs, everyone else goes single file and politely moves out of the way or waits for others. 3 chav monsters coming in the opposite direction all next to each other, typical plastered on make-up with rollers in hair, ugg boots and listening to "music" music on their phone. I start to ascend, they see me but instead of waiting at the top they come down making no attempt to move into single file. On of the basically barged me out of the way, nearly lost my balance and I'm struggling like hell with the table. I scowl at her and mutter "for god's sake" under my breath. Cue torrent of abuse from all three of them, I heard some new words that day. Older couple behind them stood there, mouths agape at such charming behaviour from these fine upstanding pillars of our society.
I fucking hate chavs. You don't need to apply make-up with a trowel. You look stupid in Ugg boots. Take your rollers out before going shopping and for that matter pyjamas are NOT acceptable clothing to go shopping in. Start listening to some decent music and if you must listen in public for fuck's sake buy some headphones - Poundland sell them.
/rant/
( , Sat 1 Dec 2012, 9:49, 13 replies)
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I'm sure if it had been young Toby and Jemimah you might have deigned to let them use the stairs for their intended purpose, rather than blocking them with a sodding table and then winging when they failed to show proper deference and get out of your way.
( , Sat 1 Dec 2012, 11:38, closed)
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Spending your whole life mooching off the state doesn't count as work.
( , Sat 1 Dec 2012, 12:41, closed)
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And I've met at least one lazy good-for-fuck-all dosser who was charming as peas. Loveliest lazy cunt you could ever hope to meet.
Teenage girls are basically fucking horrible. I'm not sure that tells you much about whether they're bound for a life of unemployment and state benefits.
( , Sun 2 Dec 2012, 9:30, closed)
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Chav scum are not working class -- they have no work ethic or respect for anyone. Associating rude slags with working class people is an insult to decent people.
Edit: He OP is still a pussy though.
( , Sat 1 Dec 2012, 15:21, closed)
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the reason you cannot empathise with people who post stories like this is that you sport (or have previously disguised yourself with) serial killer facial hair.
Of course chavs won't bother you, any more than anyone will.
There's a mostly rational fear response felt by many people when confronted by a sasquatch in the street, it's an involuntary response at instinct level; avoid eye contact and if it moves towards me, run away or it will probably kill me.
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( , Sun 2 Dec 2012, 7:12, closed)
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No-one really notices you if you stand side-on.
EDIT: Apart from your schnoz. Sorry AB, your nose is really big.
( , Sun 2 Dec 2012, 7:36, closed)
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