Fight starting, ugly, peices of shite.
usually chewing gum, txting aswell, short skirts, high boots (pink, fluffy or both)*shudder*
greased back, greasy, straitened, permed, shat on, hair. Fake nails and too much lip gloss so it looks like they had plastic surgery in all the WRONG places. Usually covered in spots from eating at McDonalds everyday. The enemies of grungers(the cool interesting funny people)and goths.
allies of chavs (male version)
Both have an IQ similar to their shoe size.
i could go on but i wd bore ya.
Grungers: not much.
Townies supported by chavs: U wanna start a fight do ya?
Grungers: not really...
Townies an Chavs: Scared are ya?
Grungers: Of you...no. Of your face...yes.
Chavs: Right thats it.
*chavs try to knock out grungers. Miss and end up hitting another chav on the other side, swear and then run, as the grungers are prepared to fight back. And win. As they usually do.*
This usually happens everyday in town, or around town.
townies do not understand much even though they think they do.
they also try to act hard infront of friends, especialy ones of the opposite sex (boys try to impress girls and vise verse).
female townie automaticaly respects them as they are quite gulible
"oi ya' littl' bich' whayydya fink you lookin' at eh?!!?
"fuckin' answer me back n i'll bash ur fuckin head in!! yer man innit"
townie:r u a goff?
me:no i m jus spectrumly challenged
townie:wha?!?!? u starting
me:no but you have the personality of an apple
Townie:(after long time)but... apples dnt hav personalities
Townie:stupid dirty goffik and ur a dyke 2 u scab
me:yup u gotta a problem
townie:(after bout 5 min) shut up (then walks off looking confused)
Townie 1: oi mate, ere's one of them sado goths
Townie 2:HAHA, lets go get da others. then we can kick her in
Townie 1: Move a muscle and you're dead biatch
They ran off to get their mates and i walked off in to mc donalds to meet my mates.
Why tell us not to move then they run off....?!?
Me: Fuck you.
Townie: You bein' fuckin cheekeh?
Me: Yes, now go away.
Townie: YA FUCKIN' STAR'IN?!
Me: Not really no.
*Scum hits me*
*I hit Scum back*
Townie: What da fuuuuuuck
*Scum runs off like a disabled monkey, probably to go crying to his 'Big Brufa' or his 'Cru'*
Townie: Eh wot come 'ere
Townie Ah blad set me 20p to use the phone box
Grunger: i dont have 20p
Townie: i KNOW u got papes, jump up and down blad.
Townie: ehhhhhhh brass wot phones u got?
Grunger: walks off muttering 'shut the f*ck up