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damn cockney-speaking bastards, with their "Eh, whot"'s and their "'Ello, guvna"'s.
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If these people still exist, they're probably flogging dodgy cut-and-shut ford fiestas on the forecourt of a Peckham car dealership.
Having millions upon millions of these cheap, tacky, dropout morons who wear baseball caps about as high up their forehead as possible, remain always dressed like a gym teacher, shout abuse at people who look weird to them, have a reputation for stealing mobile phones and shoes, go driving around in "modified" cars with huge exhaust pipes, rediculous spoilers, and pointless bodykits, and go out with the most disgusting whores and jailbait you could ever have the misfortune of laying eyes on, is in my opinion, more significant than these cockney-speaking bastards that we should all apparantly be more annoyed with.
Because of course, it's completely wrong to hate people who make walking down the street a pain in the ass when there are these cockney-speaking bastards whom you've never met, yes?
Nice chavs shouldn't be chavs in all honesty, it is a mistake to be a chav. Nobody dresses like a prisoner, or a tramp... so why dress like someone who is equally as much of a menace to society if you're a decent person? The reality is that the majority of chavs are complete and total wankers, who've popularised being a complete and total wanker. Simple as.