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Message posted on February 16th, 2004 08:30 AM (narc
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quote: Originally posted by shitlickboy
HA!!
I was going to post about Chavs today anyway.
I went to an Indian restaurant the other evening and met my first Chav grandma.
she was at least 65 years old and 20 stone. In one hand she held a
spoon, as one would hold a shovel, and in the other she held her
cigarette, and used the time between shovels to inhale on a benson
through a gob full of vindaloo.
I was utterly transfixed.
motherfuckin' PICS?!?!?!?!
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Life... is like a box of chocolates. A cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory
gift that nobody ever asks for. Unreturnable, because all you get back
is another box of chocolates. You're stuck with this undefinable
whipped-mint crap that you mindlessly wolf down when there's nothing
else left to eat. Sure, once in a while, there's a peanut butter cup,
or an English toffee. But they're gone too fast, the taste is fleeting.
So you end up with nothing but broken bits, filled with hardened jelly
and teeth-crunching nuts, and if you're desperate enough to eat those,
all you've got left is an empty box, filled with useless, brown paper
wrappers.
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