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Array ( [sid] => 106216 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => bloody burbery [time] => 2005-09-22 09:45:05 [hometext] => about chavs!!!!!! [bodytext] =>
I hate charvers, they're all cocks

burberry hats and burberry socks,

earrings made of cheap fake gold,

fag butts that they always hold,

they wear them stupid sports clothes too,

while they're 'bezzin' with their 'crew'

around the town, just hanging out,

they all swear and scream and shout,

they have a language called townie speak,

drink white *****e and get ***** all week,

they're hair so full of hairspray it makes me gag,

"'ere you mate, giv' us a fag

fookin' this and fookin' that,

don't you 'dis' me burberry hat

'scuze me mate I ***** ya mam,

gi' us sum pennies to buy some scran

meeeh! you *****in' bastard boggers

di' you like me adi' joggers?

shut yer mouth or i'll shut it for yer

i don't need no court-room lawyer

going to prison is like *****in' hardcore

waitin' in the dole line is such a bore

in me jail cell tha time don't pass

('ere jus' don' tell anyone I got *****'d in the ass)!

me mums a slag an mi sis' a hoe

u take ta *****... but boferd? NO!

thats why i'm retarded and can hardly speak

but i'm tha best an' you're a 'freak' (mmmeeeeeeh!!!)

well minted is the town cross,

we can go down 'market and just doss,

i like me ashlands and ta council estate"

its those bastard charvers that I really hate!
council estates, sea side resorts, town centers, anywhere where u can hear a car alarm... [comments] => 2 [counter] => 222 [topic] => 7 [informant] => chocolate_girl [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry )
bloody burbery

Contributed by chocolate_girl on Thursday, 22nd September 2005 @ 09:45:05 AM in AEST
Topic: HumorPoetry




I hate charvers, they're all cocks

burberry hats and burberry socks,

earrings made of cheap fake gold,

fag butts that they always hold,

they wear them stupid sports clothes too,

while they're 'bezzin' with their 'crew'

around the town, just hanging out,

they all swear and scream and shout,

they have a language called townie speak,

drink white *****e and get ***** all week,

they're hair so full of hairspray it makes me gag,

"'ere you mate, giv' us a fag

fookin' this and fookin' that,

don't you 'dis' me burberry hat

'scuze me mate I ***** ya mam,

gi' us sum pennies to buy some scran

meeeh! you *****in' bastard boggers

di' you like me adi' joggers?

shut yer mouth or i'll shut it for yer

i don't need no court-room lawyer

going to prison is like *****in' hardcore

waitin' in the dole line is such a bore

in me jail cell tha time don't pass

('ere jus' don' tell anyone I got *****'d in the ass)!

me mums a slag an mi sis' a hoe

u take ta *****... but boferd? NO!

thats why i'm retarded and can hardly speak

but i'm tha best an' you're a 'freak' (mmmeeeeeeh!!!)

well minted is the town cross,

we can go down 'market and just doss,

i like me ashlands and ta council estate"

its those bastard charvers that I really hate!
council estates, sea side resorts, town centers, anywhere where u can hear a car alarm...




Copyright © chocolate_girl ... [ 2005-09-22 09:45:05]
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Re: bloody burbery (User Rating: 1 )
by maestar on Thursday, 22nd September 2005 @ 10:31:43 AM AEST
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you are so write!

I used to live in hasteings wich is a sea side resort and its full of them


Re: bloody burbery (User Rating: 1 )
by colinbaker62 on Thursday, 22nd September 2005 @ 12:03:06 PM AEST
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So that's what they are. My middle daughter is a mosha so she'd probably like this. Me ! I was a pretty good punk rocker in my time..

Colin




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