I fucking hate scrotes.Everyone used to ask why we were emigrating and the answer was always the same...the weather and scrotes.
I had to endure the fuckers for years round our house, pissed up, aggressive, noisy, arrogant shithouses and that was just around 6pm on a Friday. The rest of the time they would be up to no good screwdrivering my car doors every now and again, setting fire to my fence panels and wheelybins the neighbours couldnt be arsed taking back to their gardens. Forever hanging round cos of the two off licenses at the end of the street trying to stare you down. That was just in my area, without Ashton or town. Fucking hate the bastards, every now and then you'll see one over here with his fucking stupid hat perched on top of his fucking peanut head, white as fuck body and stupid fucking trackie bottoms when it's about 100 fucking degrees. I predicted these fuckers would start to take over because individually, every decent person has to worry about his family and property rather than confront the fuckers.....it's like rise of the fucking apes but scrotes instead.
Rant over.