Pearoast along those lines for you
Childhood innocence
Scene setting (I will do my best to be brief):
I live in Jersey...we hate Guernsey (our sister isle) and all of its inhabitants (think England-Scotland; England-Germany; Everyone-France and you get the picture).

Every year we have an Channel Island interinsular football tournament with Jersey and Guernsey habitually meeting in the final. This year the final was held in Guernsey. Along with a small but passionate group of supporters and my six year old we make the short trip o'er the water to the game. Our seats in the stadium were right alongside the most rabid home supporters. As passions rose so did terrace chants and, well, abuse.

As I pray that my lad doesn't pick up and repeat any of the amusingly colourful ditties, especially to Mrs Number 5, he starts to join in with some of my fellow supporters' witty slur "you fat bastard" aimed at the largest and most mentally unstable skinhead in the Guernsey end. His crystal clear scream of "YOU FAT PASTA" manages to stun an entire end of some three to four hundred fans into silence. I didn't have the heart to either correct him or rebuke him for his hooligan tendencies.

I blame the parents!
( number5 has been fighting tramps and losing., Fri 20 May 2011, 16:01, 1 reply)

Hahahahahahaha

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 20 May 2011, 16:10, closed)