Posted Mon Oct 26, 2015 | 159 Words | Tagged story chav

He has bought the tracksuit cheap from eBay for dressing up with. He was planning on going to a party dressed as a chav, interesting and would be fairly easy compared to other options.

What he didn’t plan on was reading the little note in the bottom of the box it arrived in. If he were to wear the clothes for longer than 5 hours, the costume would take him over and turn him into a chav.

Here’s a photo of him when he realised in his mind something was wrong. Was it the stupid number of cans of lager he had drank, even though he hated lager? Was it his talking changing? He was swearing a lot more and really feeling hard to say anything complicated.

It wasn’t long before after a few more cans of lager, he’d left the shit party full of posh cunts and found some new mates who he fit in more with now.