Showing posts with label disgust. Show all posts
Showing posts with label disgust. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Perhaps this is beyong my comprehension, but...

Why do girls on the chav scale feel the compulsion to pose in photos by squating as if they're pooing? I could handle the mirror picture, I could even just about bare the 'Cos we're cool' caption, but this is the point where I grab my ball point pen, place a crisp piece of paper on the floor and draw the line.

Of course, this trend is only enhanced by the Tippex and Sharpie eyeliner and pastry-flaking of a smashed silver discoball, otherwise known as glitter eyeshadow. Well, let's give them some privacy if they're in squatting position ready to 'do their business' (as a prude might say), shall we?