Posted Tue Sep 8, 2015 | 235 Words | Tagged chav story

He was out for a walk around the neighbourhood just before the sun was setting with his lovely labrador dog. He was going the usual way and had normally gone this way most times of the day, although it could be a little boring.

One of the local chavs was walking around the route, and he was trying to avoid them without causing any fuss. The chav stopped near him and blew a load of smoke right into his face, so much he started coughing.

He just grinned at the man while he knew what was happening. The dog seemed to have got a load of the smoke too, as it was dazed a bit as well. Quickly the lead turned from a fancy pull cord to put of red rope and the dog shrank and started to change shape. The man however was still taking in the smoke, and soon his outdoor coat was turning a shade of blue and getting a bit thinner while his combat trousers were becoming blue, however much darker. Soon recognisable adidas logos formed on all of his clothes.

“Fuck mate that was strong. Got any more?”

“Yeah mate, got some ova mine”

Wasn’t long before the hair was cut down as well and he blended in as just another one of the chavs, however was very proud of his Bull Terrier as he loved terrorising people with it.