Posted Mon Nov 16, 2015 | 281 Words | Tagged story chav hypnoboyss

Request from @hypnoboyss

This is what this prick used to look like. Dunno what he thought he was doin coming to “study” in Liverpool without trying to not act like a prick. Sure the cunt said sumert about sports scholarship or sumert dumb like that.

He thought he was fuckin clever comin onto the estate absolutely plastered shouting shit. I thought it was about time he met some propa lads and we showed im what’s proper round ere.

Was propa easy to knock the cunt out, didn’t even try to fight back. Got me mates round, they’d all been through the same. Then we started.

Pulling off the fucking shit “t-shirt” and slipped on a propa one for im. Then came off the fucking awful shorts, and then the… jockstrap. People wear those fuckin things? Put on some propa boxers for im, of course dirty, like my lads like that and that.

Lookin better already he was, so we made im stink like us. We all pissed all over im, covering and makin sure he knew what a propa lad smelt like. He took it in propa easy and we chugged a few tins of propa lager into his system. The lad was even more pissed now he’s on propa stuff.

We finished our new lad off with cutting that dumb hair down and away. Then givin ‘im a chain. If he’s a good lad, I’ll let im have a gold un soon. Then his eyes light up, confused and startled by what was happen to im. Sorted that out with his first tab. Now he’s one of the lads and I think we’re gonna need another one and tha soon.