Dansta
December 4th, 2004, 07:56 PM
I would like to starting sharing stories about the current state of *some* asian girls nowdays. So grab a cup of hot chocolate and gather around the fire for me to tell you all a story about one of these encounters last Tuesday.
Had an encounter with a couple of these asian chavettes that seem to be at large in astounding numbers at the moment.
We'd gone out with work for an end of project meal thing in Bristol where I work in the week, and it was alright. All the older lot decided to leave about 11-11:30, and in the end it was just me and my mate Kev. We decided we're still young and we decided to go to some random local townie bar that hes fond of.
Walked in, ordered a drink or two and then we just noticed two of these asian girls just sitting across the way from us. One was really good looking, the other looking like Sunita off Corrie (good or bad I don't know? But she did have a pierced tongue) so we decided we might as well try something on them as we usually have a poor success percentage.
Went over, got chatting and with the loud music they seemed alright. Found out they were Sociology students from UWE...which is a crap uni. We were like "ooooh Sociology...thats cool!" as were quite keen at the time. In between conversation we would argue over who got stuck with Sunita and who'd get the other one...as you do.
The bar closed about 1, so we made our way out and they were about to go home and then we told them we'd take them back to *our* penthouse apartment. The whole penthouse thing was true from a certain point of view in that Kev lives in a penthouse but I definitely don't - I live with some pwetty girls called Claire and Sheryl :o - but Kev was like "yeah yeah these are classy birds - lets say we both live there" - so I was like "okkkkayyy".
Then when we went outside we realised these birds weren't classy at all. One was from bloody Newport and had a dodgy Welsh accent and they just kept on giggling to eachother and saying stupid words like "raggz" and "crunk" and all that stupid stuff.
So we took them back to Kev's flat and there eyes seemed to light up when they saw the flat, the balcony and the view over the river. We fed them some cheap wine we nicked from work and decided to converse.
In between all the "raggz" and "crunkz" we figured out they were complete and utter chavettes and decided to "cuss" them because of this, and as per usual "chavette-styley" they didn't understand any of it and kept on giggling and drinking our cheap wine.
When I was showing them round "my" room (which I'd never been in before) they were pointing out things like a motorcycle helmet that was there ("You ride a motorcycle"...."Uh....yup"....."wow...you play the guitair"...."I guess so...." ....."Why do all your certificates say Tom on it?"...."My alter-ego") and nothing clicked with them at all.....
They spent 30 mins trying to "borrow" my CD's and DVD's and anything else which wasn't bolted down.
As they were wandering around Kev pulled me aside and was like "yeah you can have the fit one" and I was like "kewl" thinking what a good mate he was.
Five minutes passed and we were on the balcony and the "fitter" one (who we named Simon as her name was Syma or something?) started moaning about how she felt bad. Then she just collapsed and passed out on the balcony, banging her head on the floor in the process. Her friend was like "oh my god, oh my god" followed by my "shes a bit of a lightweight really ain't she?" comment to which she turned round and gave me some council estate abuse. They put her on the sofa in the living room then she turned a bit and chucked up all over Kev's floor and all over his sofa - endless chucking which stunk! When I commented on how much it stunk I just ended up with more council estate abuse.
So by this point I decided I was catching a taxi home and ordered myself a taxi. Sunita-Chav asked "I thought you lived here?" to which I replied "I do...I'm just going somewhere" and quickly departed. Kev decided to pipe in with his solutions "Oh yeah...hes going to his girlfriend" which led to more council estate abuse as I closed the door and left at about 5AM.
I apparently got "dissed" by them according to my mate, but it didn't stop them sending a txt message the next day in alternating case....tYpIcAl!
Had an encounter with a couple of these asian chavettes that seem to be at large in astounding numbers at the moment.
We'd gone out with work for an end of project meal thing in Bristol where I work in the week, and it was alright. All the older lot decided to leave about 11-11:30, and in the end it was just me and my mate Kev. We decided we're still young and we decided to go to some random local townie bar that hes fond of.
Walked in, ordered a drink or two and then we just noticed two of these asian girls just sitting across the way from us. One was really good looking, the other looking like Sunita off Corrie (good or bad I don't know? But she did have a pierced tongue) so we decided we might as well try something on them as we usually have a poor success percentage.
Went over, got chatting and with the loud music they seemed alright. Found out they were Sociology students from UWE...which is a crap uni. We were like "ooooh Sociology...thats cool!" as were quite keen at the time. In between conversation we would argue over who got stuck with Sunita and who'd get the other one...as you do.
The bar closed about 1, so we made our way out and they were about to go home and then we told them we'd take them back to *our* penthouse apartment. The whole penthouse thing was true from a certain point of view in that Kev lives in a penthouse but I definitely don't - I live with some pwetty girls called Claire and Sheryl :o - but Kev was like "yeah yeah these are classy birds - lets say we both live there" - so I was like "okkkkayyy".
Then when we went outside we realised these birds weren't classy at all. One was from bloody Newport and had a dodgy Welsh accent and they just kept on giggling to eachother and saying stupid words like "raggz" and "crunk" and all that stupid stuff.
So we took them back to Kev's flat and there eyes seemed to light up when they saw the flat, the balcony and the view over the river. We fed them some cheap wine we nicked from work and decided to converse.
In between all the "raggz" and "crunkz" we figured out they were complete and utter chavettes and decided to "cuss" them because of this, and as per usual "chavette-styley" they didn't understand any of it and kept on giggling and drinking our cheap wine.
When I was showing them round "my" room (which I'd never been in before) they were pointing out things like a motorcycle helmet that was there ("You ride a motorcycle"...."Uh....yup"....."wow...you play the guitair"...."I guess so...." ....."Why do all your certificates say Tom on it?"...."My alter-ego") and nothing clicked with them at all.....
They spent 30 mins trying to "borrow" my CD's and DVD's and anything else which wasn't bolted down.
As they were wandering around Kev pulled me aside and was like "yeah you can have the fit one" and I was like "kewl" thinking what a good mate he was.
Five minutes passed and we were on the balcony and the "fitter" one (who we named Simon as her name was Syma or something?) started moaning about how she felt bad. Then she just collapsed and passed out on the balcony, banging her head on the floor in the process. Her friend was like "oh my god, oh my god" followed by my "shes a bit of a lightweight really ain't she?" comment to which she turned round and gave me some council estate abuse. They put her on the sofa in the living room then she turned a bit and chucked up all over Kev's floor and all over his sofa - endless chucking which stunk! When I commented on how much it stunk I just ended up with more council estate abuse.
So by this point I decided I was catching a taxi home and ordered myself a taxi. Sunita-Chav asked "I thought you lived here?" to which I replied "I do...I'm just going somewhere" and quickly departed. Kev decided to pipe in with his solutions "Oh yeah...hes going to his girlfriend" which led to more council estate abuse as I closed the door and left at about 5AM.
I apparently got "dissed" by them according to my mate, but it didn't stop them sending a txt message the next day in alternating case....tYpIcAl!