Meet ya at the houso.

Some people shouldn't be allowed to breed. On the train there is a little girl running around, yelling and screaming, and tearing up and down the aisles of the train. Meanwhile, her rough-as-guts grandmother and equally-skanky mother (preggers again - holding the stroller) are sitting down about 10m away from me. Discipline? Nope. They just scream at her and don't move an inch. Not the best atmosphere when you're feeling off-colour.
STOP PRESS - granny is going after her saying, \"Come here you little bitch and sit down where I can see ya... do it, or I'll belt you one!\". That hasn't worked (surprise, surprise). She has just slapped the kid. Now the screaming has begun. Kid has run off again and fallen over. Mother says to her, \"Serves ya right dumb ar5e. Hope it 'urt. Saves me hitting ya.\" WHY OH WHY does God grant the gift of fertility to the lowest levels of the food chain?
UPDATE - the mother is on the phone to the boyfriend, \"Nah - just fvcken pick me up from Liverpool ya prick. I need to go down to the houso (Dept of Housing) to find out about the bigger flat.... naah.. they won't increase the dole until the little sh1t's born....\"
Classy - real classy.

Comments
Monday 28/03/05, 02:29
ikes...after reading that i felt so sorry for you :-) i used to work with children...lots of them...and there are times i wondered why some parents had them at all, but this definately beats it all...
Monday 18/02/08, 10:16
@Ro Souz: No.