Are you calling my dad a pikey?
1 commentI think I speak for everyone when I say I'm shocked to hear about the rising epidemic of dole scroungers in the South West, apparently a 4% rise in unemployment between February and April of this year.
With the spiralling levels of career pregnancies and immigration is it no surprise that the 'normal' folk are getting a touch of the green-eyed-monster when they see these lay-abouts turning up for work one day a week. For your information work for them actually means waiting in a queue near the bus station for their weekly 15 minute chat on how to maximise their revenue potential.
I mean if I got paid pro-rata £200 for an hours work I would be pretty damn happy and would probably celebrate this fact every night by sitting on broken deckchairs in my garden with the extended family sipping Barcardi Breezers/Stella* (*delete as appropriate) and watching my kids run riot chewing off car wing mirrors and randomly attacking pedestrians.
Being self-employed I need to visit the local Post Office everyday. This has given me a great outlook on benefit life. I was actually rudely disturbed this week by one of these members of the magical-money-making-tree-club. She asked me whether I would let her in front of me in the queue as she needed to get her hair done. As an upstanding member of society, temptation got the better of me and I questioned her "Is that what your benefit is for?!" and she said quickly and calmly "no, that's paying for my nails!".
Owned.
Story submitted by Steve
