When I think of Chavs, I think of lowlife creatures co-existing with us normal or insane every day people. Those too worthless for oxygen, that feed off the very hatred that they inflict upon others. Those who soul purpose in life is too be the biggest asshole out there, and if someone else is an even bigger asshole; there is more conflict. Someone who will stand there with mates thinking they are hard, but will never face you in a one on one. Someone who doesn't understand the meaning of long words, and whose only polite sentence towards anyone is 'Have you got a light mate?'... And depending on whether you smoke or not, they will still walk off thinking you were pathetic. Even if you give them the light, doesn't mean you have won their respect. Despite being polite to them, they will think no different of you. These pathetic and narrow-minded, self-centred beings are known as Chavs. And in Britain, you will find them in any Town or City. no matter where you are. The streets are literally crawling with these wild animals, that alike their pet dogs, should indeed be on leashes (if not in cages)
Why am I bringing this up might you say? Well I will tell you why. One night I'm with my girlfriend, and we are having a moment where serious things need to be discussed. We sit down on some grass, and she isn't feeling too great. In no time, three Chavs arrive and one starts mouthing me off for no reason. It was unprovoked, I said nothing; nor did my girlfriend. I told him that me and her needed some space, in a polite enough manner. Yet he thinks I'm asking him to '**** off'... Whereas I reply "No mate. If I wanted you to **** off, I would of said **** off"... And he asks "So you're telling me to **** off on my own Estate?"... And I reply "This isn't your Estate, you just live here"... Well then he asks me to say sorry, and continues to ask me... Methinks he was looking for a fight. But I really don't understand what his problem with me was, because I could of kicked his ass from where I was sitting. I could of taken him to the ground, kicked him in the balls... I could of done that, but I didn't. I learnt to ignore him, and it worked.
His two friends on bikes said "Leave it out, it's not worth it"... I feel this was more to the fact that I wasn't ever going to say sorry to him, and I was willing to take on all three if need be. I really could care less about them, because they all looked weak as hell. But just before he walked off from me, he turns as calls me a "*****!"...
Excuse me?! I'm a *****? Who was the one who caused ****? Who had his little bitches there if he needed help in a fight, due to the fact he hasn't got the balls to face me on his own? And who talked ****, but then walked off? You did, you absolute stupid friggin' idiot... What a cheeky, mouthy, lippy SOB!!..
This is ONE reason I HATE Chavs...
Please discuss your thoughts on this, and display your own encounters with the creatures known as Chavs!
Why am I bringing this up might you say? Well I will tell you why. One night I'm with my girlfriend, and we are having a moment where serious things need to be discussed. We sit down on some grass, and she isn't feeling too great. In no time, three Chavs arrive and one starts mouthing me off for no reason. It was unprovoked, I said nothing; nor did my girlfriend. I told him that me and her needed some space, in a polite enough manner. Yet he thinks I'm asking him to '**** off'... Whereas I reply "No mate. If I wanted you to **** off, I would of said **** off"... And he asks "So you're telling me to **** off on my own Estate?"... And I reply "This isn't your Estate, you just live here"... Well then he asks me to say sorry, and continues to ask me... Methinks he was looking for a fight. But I really don't understand what his problem with me was, because I could of kicked his ass from where I was sitting. I could of taken him to the ground, kicked him in the balls... I could of done that, but I didn't. I learnt to ignore him, and it worked.
His two friends on bikes said "Leave it out, it's not worth it"... I feel this was more to the fact that I wasn't ever going to say sorry to him, and I was willing to take on all three if need be. I really could care less about them, because they all looked weak as hell. But just before he walked off from me, he turns as calls me a "*****!"...

Excuse me?! I'm a *****? Who was the one who caused ****? Who had his little bitches there if he needed help in a fight, due to the fact he hasn't got the balls to face me on his own? And who talked ****, but then walked off? You did, you absolute stupid friggin' idiot... What a cheeky, mouthy, lippy SOB!!..
This is ONE reason I HATE Chavs...
Please discuss your thoughts on this, and display your own encounters with the creatures known as Chavs!