fucking charvas

see i have a plan right... make up a huge batch of dodgy fake plastic gold plated jewelry, not too dissimilar to argos' Elizabeth Duke range, but a lot cheaper... then lace it all with some evil substance, and go and set up a stall in Grainger Market or somwhere... they buy the jewelry, so u make profit (although u may loose out if they nick it all, but it ll be worth it) and like ant powder, itll quickly reduce numbers money and no charvas in one swoop...

good plan mister dog! and when one chav dies, all the other chav's will scramble to steal there top notch lizzie duke jewelry... and they too will die! pure brilliance, let us begin production immediately

has anyone noticed that they all seem to have flat faces?

doggie, when u worked for nevisport did u sell rockports?

no...rockports aint for the mountains, did sell Berghaus though... or rather lost Berghaus... for which im not proud of in the slightest

i would have fucking loved to have seen that... are you gonna go back to nevisport when u come back up?

its moved near to 'kwik tan' and 'collectables' now

"berghaus" why oh why?

no chance i dont think, i know all the peeps that work there, good bunch... since it moved from grainger st, the amount of shithead charvs went down loads, but we sold berghaus, cos the charvs bought it... sprayway too... used to get loads of dodgy ones in, and one of my mate who was working there got beaten up after chasing one who d nicked a jacket... apparently he chased the charv down an alleyway where there were three more waiting for him luckily the coppers caught him after loads of if parades, only thing is like someone said thats not gonna stop them doing it again

burn ikon down on a sat night then half off the cunts will be gone

4 pages and not a single mention of ikon - till now

liquid in the bigg market is much worse... ive never been so close to spraying my pants than in that fucking pit...

im off to work now to get some shit off all the scum that appear in happy hour... average tiger tiger happy hour conversation>

scum: "ee da ya dee that bloo wikid like pet"

me: no

scum: "ee al av aaf a swee cida then"

me: no draught, no cider

scum: *gets angry* "eeee al ave a pint of laaaga then like"

me: NO DRAUGHT

scum: "eee what kinda fooken bar is this liiike, foookin poof bar this like"

scum 2: "eeh aye lets gan ta lennons haway man"



angry ramblings. :evil:

who gave this thread less than five stars eh?

some little charv was accross the street from me the other say, he shouted over with his ratty high pitched voice, 'here yee, fuck off', i laughed at him in front of his mates, he went red the little twat. he thought he was the boy!

Charva Central

hah, check this out http://www.newcastlestuff.com/

The Charva dictionary & message board is hilarious !!

lets just put anthraxx in the linen of next season's of bergalla hoose range

DEATH TO EM ALL LITTLE FUKKAS TRY AND STEAL MY MOTOR BIKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:evil:

even better anthraxx in the necklace's
ha ha ha :evil:

i'll always remember one night at work when our lighting jock put the lights on. some charva started mouthing off at him and so sven made a "come on then you little prick" gesture at him. the charva ran from the dancefloor with a "i'm ganna kik da fookin shite oot of yas" look in his eye only to be immediately put in an arm lock and lifted a couple of feet up in the air by one of our doormen!!! absolute class - i love watchin charvas getting what they deserve!