Chickenly was once a peaceful little farming village until the evil Kirklees Empire took control, and built a big ole Council Estate all over it.
The Council Estate grew. The dreaded tin houses came first, followed by their big brothers, the ‘redbricks’. It wasn’t long before the gobby, fat, pregnant Chav Mum, her 10 skin-head kids and weedy, lazy, beer-guzzling boyfriend (they don’t have husbands, all chavs have a ‘Mum’s Boyfriend’ in their family) moved in.
The old people where immediately terrorized. Chickenly is right next to Dewsbury. All the farms were moved to the outskirts, giving the freeloading benefit-fraud-council-estaters an excellent view. Chickenly is one big council estate, and nothing more.
Each family has a fat, Chav Mum smoking in the garden wearing a bathing suit, telling young Jordan and Liam to “GET INSIDE!” as they piss freely in the road whilst fighting.
If you ever drive through Chickenly, you need to be careful not to run over any young Chavs in the middle of the road. Sometimes they refuse to move and give you finger signs, so rev your engine and watch them run.
Every Chav Family has a dog of course. However, they don’t take them out in the large fields. They keep them in the gardens to shite everywhere and bark at people, or just let out to roam the streets.
There is a park, of course. The swings no longer exist, just an empty wooden frame, and the Kirklees Council can’t clean up the mess they made, because they’ll get ‘decked’.
The park is situated in the middle of a dog-s**t-sodden field, and there are always the Chav teens smoking, taking drugs and f*****g.
A recent incident occured in Chickenly to a poor innocent boy. The wood which lead from Chickenly to Cleckheaton, a nearby less-chavvy town, is a metropolis for young Chavs to mug some old ladies for some cigs. Recently, a young child was taken from his garden by a group of 11-12 year old Chavs, beaten up and hung by his neck from a tree. Luckily, he was found in time.
DON’T GO TO CHICKENLY!