"Human" doesn't seem right, perhaps the more appropriate term is "clone;" All have the same bag, all are hairless (or what hair they do have is coated in what I can only assume is chip fat), all have the same high pitched squeaky voice, and all (despite they're bollocks being about ten metres out of range from dropping), claim that they've fucked everyone's Mum.
I've decided to rant about them today because aside from the fact I've been meaning to do it for ages, it seems appropriate that I write this blog today given the icidences.
The aspect I find particularly amusing is the fact that although they put on this act, they actually have the "gangsta" qualities of a kitten; I was walking up the stairs in the L...oh god sorry, "Y" block, when I heard from the bottom "Oi, blondey!" I looked back to see which clone it was, and the suspected midget was indeed standing at the mid-point of the stairwell, the only characteristic that honestly distinguished him from any other, was the fact that looked to be a similar weight of a baby elephant. The kid realising I'd turned round, squeaked something like "oh shiiiit!" And turned to run back down the stairs, (I'm not too sure why, it wasn't as if I was posing any threat, I wasn't intending to go after him). Unfortunatley for Dumbo (as is perhaps an appropriate referal given his size), he clipped his side into the banister and tripped. Judging by the followed high pitched squeaks and dialogue that I didn't know actually existed, I think he was hurt. I don't think I mentioned that he was accompanied by around 3-4 minions. All 3/4 of them burst into similar squeaks (but of laughter), clicking their fingers (which I hope will result in excuriating athuritus later in life) enthusiastically. After a few seconds Dumbo got up and exiting with threatening squeaks of "shat ap!" to his fellow midgets, left me at the top of the stairs. All of this happened in around 10 seconds, and left me near dead from laughing.
The reason I'd actually gone to the Y block in the first place was to take a french listening test. Unfortunatley for me, it's difficult to listen to Alain, Sonia, and Jean-Paul, when Dumbo/midgetsx30 are in the classroom next to you. One of them was eventually bought into my class, drowning out Alain's extremely interesting opinion on smoking; "I dint do nathin'" "fack off" "fack tha'" "naaaa"-there's no point in writing the conversation that followed between him and Miss Guenole because although she was shouting, he was all that could be heard. Alain had no chance. From what I heard it was something about him saying the "f word" to some spanish teacher. Miss Guenole left the room briefly (probably to get an asprin) leaving me with Twirp. Now left with just me, and (by this time) Jean-paul, Twirp paced the room around 4 times and kicked two tables before sitting down in a chair, his feet dangling off the floor. For around 5 seconds I was able to hear Jean-paul, before he was interupted by Twirp deciding to imitate him: "BONJOU-"-I turned the tape off at this point and turned round in my chair to face him, "I'm trying to listen?" The response was "'iteeeeeeeee-a!" Which I think is the closest I was going to get to an apologie. But by this time time was up.
Thanks to twirp and co. I've probably failed that test.
Why not keep them in primary school for 4 more years?
Then I might pass french.
Unfortunatley for all of us it seems the government intend to continue exposing us to these mini-chavs.
No one likes them (aside from bitchy mini-chavettes who follow them around like puppies);
these are the ones that'll be giving blow jobs before they get tits.
God I hate them all.
Probably delete this later.
Lolz, seems I can write cocky bulletins too.
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