I had a similar thing a while back while wandering back along the canal from a hard day's graft and a couple of after work beers with a mate. It involved a mouthy chav who I put in his place with my amazing verbosity. He then challenged me to a fight. I accepted wholeheartedly. At this, he backed away and fetched a friend for support. "What did you say?!" the reptiles probed in their high pitched barely broken voices. I calmly repeated my inital assessment that they could either go forth and multiply biologically or I would project their 140lb carcasses into the canal. To my surprise the smallest one then fetches two slightly older cider swilling reptiles who again puff their pigeon chests out and repeat "What did you say?!". At this point I'm tired of repeating my intention to throw them into the canal with the rest of the rodents but I calmly state my intention again. The largest of the group then challenges me to a fight to protect the honour of his burberry clad following and to impress the two 12 year old girls they appear to have kidnapped. Again, I accept but with the stipulation that I will happily fight the four of them. The look of confusion was absolutely priceless.....not knowing how to back down gracefully the lead chav pauses and replies with... "No. Your mate may join in." The odds were 4 on 2 in their favour and they still turn it down. That's the level of bravery in the average chav.
If you are 20 years old and asking "Why do chavs act hard?" then i'm afraid life is going to be an uphill struggle for you.
I tried this act of bravery on my own with about 8 of them when I was 16. I figured they were all mouth. I got my head filled in. I guess they have no problem with an 8 on 1 fight. How honorable of them. A couple of years later, a similar sized group with masks approached me on my way back home from work demanding my phone. With the aforementioned encounter in memory, I decided to run this time. I easily outran the majority of these drug-addicted smokers with ease, and only one decided to continue to chase (Looked like the "leader" as he was the one who demanded my phone). I was eventually a good 200 odd metres away from the rest of his motley crew, and got bored of running... So I filled this lone chav's head in with his mates watching in the distance. And I mean properly filled it in. I was smashing the back of his head against the concrete floor, stamping on his throat etc. His mates continued to chase, but I had a good headstart and got away scott free. **** deserved it.
I think the football hooligans did this long before the wee lads on the street starting wearing it and the imitation versions.
I'm a chav so shut up bitches or I'll knife you all whilst sniffing this uhu and throwing chicken nuggets at old ladies
Hilarious.... If your going to attack peoples sense of humour Medro, why not back it up with something other than something completely obvious
The scallies around Manchester and Salford don't look like that. They don't wear Burberry for a start, they dress in all black. They tend to be quite dangerous in packs, every now and then you'll hear about some "have-a-go-hero" being put in a coma or even killed by them. Maybe that's the difference between scallies and chavs.
Another hilarious post by the comedy god that is Medro Pendes ______________________________________________________________________ FFS man, why did you attack my sense of humour this morning? Is it because I support Celtic? Is it because I had a different opinion than you on the "trash talk" thread? Come on Medro, tell us why?
Chill out, I'm just informing you that you're not funny. I know people hate hearing that as they always think they are the funny one out of their friends. But your not.
