Fuckin Charvas!!!!!!! Why are charvas such little dick heads, last night i came out of baja and was stood at the top road waiting for a taxi when some little shit walked past me and nearly took me shoulder with him, i wasnt really arsed but he turns round n starts shouting his mouth, so hes comes across telling me what hes gonna do if i dont appologise, obviously i didnt so the cunt cracks me across the side of the head with a bottle n jumps behind his mates, wouldnt come one on one cos he knows id fuckin kill him, why the fuck do they go out looking for trouble, tehy cant just have a good night, it hasnt even marked me shows the fact the he didnt have a clue what he was doing, i remember him well n one day ill see te little twat again n he`ll regret it like, even his mates were giving him shit cos they nearly got a hiding cos of him, complete utter arsehole!!!!! :evil: :evil: :evil:
serves u right for being outside of baja!! *sorry i'd only got up to that u were outside of baja* edits..... i'd twat the lil fucker n all but u still why were u outside of baja!!
fair enough i was at baja *(holds head down in shame)* earlier, but i was stood halfway up the road next to the boat when it happened, there just little cunts, i do remember some lass walking across n cracking him for it, was quite funny, some random tart giving him one
I find the best way when confronted by a group of them I smack the biggest one as hard as you can, I know it easier said than done but I done it once and they all fucked off. They are just little bastards, stay away from classy establishments such as Baja.
damn right - it's like what they say in reservoir dogs, go for the biggest fucker, smack him as hard as possible as quick as possible straight on the nose. nose cracks and explodes. none of this legs flying arms waving pissed up fighting style. if you're alone though, there's always the chance of a few of his charver mates trying to get a cheeky punch in - then run away to the relative saftey of up the road for the usual bombardment of "i'm off to get my gun and come back and shoot ye, ya daft coont"
they`re just complete little twats, think there safe in numbers n that, ill get the little fucka by himself n he`ll not no whats hit him, it shall be fun :evil:
that reminds of the thread from yesterday, interview with a charva, oh another, a little charva last weekend turned round to me n went `who yeee, d yeee kna who me da is like eh?` and i went `sorry mate i dont, just keep looking and one day you`ll find him!!!`
aye or "do yee knar 'mental mickey' from fellin? well, he's ma best mates brother inlaws step-sons uncles work colleague, i'll gan get him - he'll fill ya in" go on then son, i'll sit and wait to meet him. charvers - they're all the same. but thats the point. their fashion never goes away.
I occasionally go to Ikon on a Saturday, although it's got so cheesy and expensive there I don't think I will be returning for a while. I know, I should hang my head in shame too. It is so full of charvs now, lapping up the cheesy dance! Never had any trouble off them, probably because most are 5' 6" whilst I'm 6' (which isn't too tall, but I didn't get fed chips and pasties every day when I was a kid, unlike Ratboy and co.).
I went to Ikon at the end of last year like. Was utter shite, but I was dragged there kicking & screaming. Was funny though cos I saw a hell of a lot of people I used to go to school with Had no bother though, just loadsa ugly peroxide-blonde females telling me "Howay man, dance, this choon's belta" when I was stood at the bar recovering from having my eyes ripped out paying £3.30 for a bottle of Stella. Still, charvers, they're usually soft as shite, and very very stupid, all ya gotta do is talk back to 'em, as that's the last thing they'll expect. Couple years ago in Saltwell Park some daft wife asked me "Do you know [insert 'hardest' person she's ever heard of here]? He's my brother". "Is he? Funny that, he's a mate of my Dad's and I never knew he had a sister". Silly cow
Something like £3.80 for a bottle now. Everything has virtally doubled in the past year: price of drinks, price of admisson, number of underage charvs, there's no drinks promtions anymore, same old boring Darren Scott every week (I've actually heard two peroxide slappers going on about how he is the best DJ in the world - probably because he plays Fly On the Wings of Love four times a night (ultimate charv anthem)). Amazingly there's no dealers to be found anymore, or if there are, they don't sell anything to strangers. They've (Ikon that is) got their little niche market (charvs) so they can charge what they like. Last time I went was the night after the last Quality. I would of usually downed a half bottle of vodka at home and some bottles and doubles in town before hand, but went in sober for the first time, and realised just how sh*t it is, especially compared to Quality. Apparantly it was supposed to be getting shut down for a refit, hope the refit takes a good few years!
