Ahhhhhhhhhhh, the heart of the west midlands where the birds sing and the coal mines used to churn. Unfortuantly times have changed within the last two decade or so, c***s have infested towns and unfortuanly they are spreading internationally now. But this is not the point C***s are slowly creeping into my everyday life, bridgnorth was once free of c***s now when i come back from my weekly shopping trip i see and c**v father and a C******e pushing there offspring around my beloved town. This i have to say is a sad sight and it happens on a regular basis, the local Kwiksave is a hot spot for chavlings who have been lost and can never be recovered back into normal society. They like to stand outside with thier adidas trainers glowing underneath a lamp post which has various insults such as”courtney is a slag” in black marker pen. Many species of c**v have a non-supeior intellect and think they are hard and tough, this sometimes is true but the majority of the time c***s a not muh stronger than a a moquisto underneath a fly swatter, this story proves it: once when i was waiting in dinner que and and small little migdet c**v comes up and eloquently tells the dinner lady to f**k off as i muttered under my breathe”w@nker” he unfortuanlyb heard Oooo i thought i was in for a beating but instead he turned around and was almost crying the tears were litterally welling up in his eyes, since that day i haven’t been afraid of them. Another thing is recently around my town the tag MYE or MIE or some kind of c**v inscription has appeared all over, the language of the c**v is a mystery as well observe:
C**v being:Sup bruv, s**t man what up 2day wiv u?
Translation:Hello my good man, i’m not feeling to well today, how are you?
This is exactly what i mean, C***s should be put on a separte island where they can be left to (a) either breedor (b)Kill eachother.
That is my conclusion