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The meaning of life

Grandad July 9th, 2008

I was down in the village yesterday.

There was a little Snot Gobbler there, who couldn’t have been more than twelve.  He must have strayed in from town or somewhere.

I hate Snot Gobblers.  They are a form of low life that is frankly, a waste of oxygen.  I can’t see how even their mothers could like them.  They are always scruffy and aggressive, and the dribble of green eponymous snot is not a pleasant sight.  

“Whaddyatinkyouzearefuckinlookinah?” he said to me.

“Pardon?” I replied.

“Whaddyatinkyouzearefuckinlookinah?”

“Are you asking me what I think I’m looking at?”

“Yeah.  Whaddyatinkyouzearefuckinlookinah?”

I sighed.  “I’m looking at a grubby little urchin who obviously doesn’t recognise his elders and betters.”

“Wha?  Fuck youze.,  I’ll bleeedin kill ya!”

“Go ahead.”

…

I left him to contemplate the meaning of life.

Not that there is much else to think about at the bottom of a rubbish skip.

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