Annoying spoilt little bastard
When I was a kid, there was a younger boy who lived in the close.

He was a spoilt little fuckwit with no friends and an annoying freckly face. He took great pleasure coming up to us smirking, and showing us his latest toy that his mummy had bought him, with a "look what Iiiiiiiiiiiiii've got."

His mother would also send him out into the close with his dinner, when they had fish and chips, and he would stand near us and eat with delight. His mother would often say "Don't you give any of that food away to that lot" and he would smirk and poke his tounge out. As if our mothers never fed us for fuck sake.

Annoying little cuntflap.

Anyway, one day we were playing football 'dahn the garages' (garages en block) when he comes along and stands near the wall at the end of the block and does his "look what Iiiiiiiiiiiiii've got."

He produced a small rubber ball, about the size of a small orange. It was one of those ultra bouncy fuckers that you used to get.

"So?" says we, adn continued to play.

Failed in his attempt to make us jealous, he then starts to disrupt the game by getting in the way and bouncing his ball up and down.

"Fuck off you annoying little twat" was met with "No. I'm allowed to play here, and these are MY garages cos my garage is here"

As if to stake his claim, annoying spoilt little bastard throws his ball hard against the floor near the wall, and the ball bounced against the floor, off the wall, and hard and fast into annoying spoilt little bastard's eye.

Oh how we laughed as he ran off screaming for his mummy.

I can't remember a time since where I have laughed so hard.
(Spaff_Quaffer Wise fwom your gwave., Thu 17 Dec 2009, 15:36, Reply)