I fucking hate Sundays. I'm not going into detail as to why I hate them because I've already done that in a previous post. If you want to find out then you'll just have to search for the fucker somewhere in my blog archives. I should probably do the business coursework that I failed to do in the lesson last week. What did Mrs. Kay expect? Like anyone is going to do any work when we have a cover teacher. I usually do all my work at home anyway because I can't stand the sound of her voice. It's distracting and I can't concentrate. Like I'm going to need a business GCSE when I'm working in McDonald's, cleaning all the McShit up. It's a fucking joke. Every time I go into McDonald's, it's full of thick-as-shit chavs who are chewing with their mouths open and chucking their crap all over the place. They're like wild animals. Still, I wouldn't expect anything less from good ol' Kings Lynn. The place is infested with them. They breed like fucking rabbits and then claim benefits from the government for their 12 kids and buy their shitty McKenzie clothing with it. I have nothing against the clothes themselves, just the fact that chavs think that they can claim it. For instance, if I went around wearing those clothes I would be frowned upon by members of the public and they'd think that I was another theiving slag. I understand that there is a small minority of people who do not fit into this catagory, but let's face it, most of them do. I can just picture them in my mind now, with their orange faces and gold hoop earrings. They're pathetic, the whole lot of them. They think that they can discriminate people for being different. I tell you what, if everyone on this planet were the same, then it'd be so fucking boring. Still, I suppose that it's not their fault that they can't communicate with people though. That's why they get into so many fights I guess. They can't just argue back with the person, they just punch them. Or maybe they're just desperate to prove their masculinity to their chavvy slapper girlfriends. I really wouldn't know. I don't think I could ever understand the mind of a chav.