Posted Sun Oct 25, 2015 | 178 Words | Tagged story chav

This lad a few hours ago was wondering around, a little spaced out from a lack of sleep due to some work business taking it’s toll. He claimed he had accidentally walked into our little place. Trust me, no fucker walks into this place “by accident”. Some magic and that makes it so only if they want to be here can they even find it.

He was taken straight away to see one of the lads who helped him relax and work on things. We normally first give ‘em a haircut, and then pour a few lagers with some extra shit down them and tell them who they are. This lad was well easy to talk to, almost beat our record before he was stripping off his itchy buttoned top and was dying to get his trackies on.

We got a photo of the lad, graduated with his paperwork. Off to his council house, ready to spend the night with some of our other lads.

You want to know where our place is? Can’t let that happen mate.