Chav

Chavs. The blissfully unaware youth of the UK. They terrorise little children, old women and bus drivers. They enjoy not doing anything they're told, it gives them a sick pleasure that scientists have yet to figure out. You hear them before you see them. Yes, they have ridiculous accents, pimply faces, a cigarette in one hand and yell "I'll shank you blad, wot?!" to your 5yr old son. Chavs prefer to wear, tracksuits, white trainers, 9ct gold from Argos, and Burberry. They hate anyone who makes sense. Due to dropping out of school, they lack intelligence, so they have created their own language. No one understands it, not even chavs. It just makes them feel better about themselves. Chavette is the term for a female chav. They accessorize with Buggies, lots of makeup and huge gold hoops. They think they're "choong" (good looking). Unfortunatley, this species can breed. Chavs think they are gangsters. They try to pick up chicks with their Modded cars. Which us average citizens call Chavviot. They invest into these cars by installing stereo systems and speakers bigger than the car door itself. The government are still stunned and confused as to where this money comes from. It's the mystery of the chav. So how do we spot them? Outside Mcdonalds, or anywhere where the weak are. What do they do? They hunt in packs. Mercilessly attacking their victims with nonsensical slang. Leaving both the chav, and the vitcim confused.