Wednesday, 2 January 2008

Just call me slag

Spotted whilst refuelling at Yass - a classic case of what the Poms call a chav, but I prefer to call a slag.

I don't mind the odd discrete tattoo, but check out the two on the back of the neck. A love heart and some other indistinguishable symbol that did not come out well at 3x zoom. Probably says "slag" in Chinese.

A full blown view of our slag.

This kind of arm tatt is reasonably appropriate on meat head males, such as rugby league players and Samoan bouncers. But not on women.

Unless they are slags.

Let me say it one more time: Slag.

Oh, and did I mention the two kids in the back of the car? And the lack of an adult male with them? I guess the father (or fathers) are both in goal.

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