Some family of scroungers in fucking Geordie-Land are raking in over £39,000 in benefits. I guess you'd have to be earning close on £50,000 to net that after taxes, and then you'd be liable to pay council tax, so lets call it £53,000.
Poor hard done by mother of 9 has to stay home to look after Stacey, who has Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder, and her husband was off work with depression. Nice one, depression! Anyone can claim to have fucking depression, I'm fucking depressed finding out that 140,000 fucking families are getting over £20,000 in fucking benefits.
Still, job done, Gorgon McBroon, can't see any of these cunts voting anything but for the Hand Out Party.
I note with a certain resignedness that the youngest is imaginatively called Chardonnay. I expect number 10 (bound to be along soon!) will be called Pinot Grigio.
The Penguin
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"Our two older children only want the best trainers because they're at school and don't want to get picked on so what can we do?"
Tell them hard luck.
I wouldn't mind a better car, but at the moment I can't afford one, so I stop worrying what others may think. I notice he is so concerned by appearances that he maintains a "street cred" look - how often does he manage to overcome depression long enough to visit the barbers, and who pays?
And why do these families always have so many kids? If I was that hard up I would think very carefully about how many mouths I could afford to feed. Oh, sorry, I forgot - more kids = more state handouts.....
Sell the sprogs to China for 'medical research'. That'll learn him. Hoon.
It has always bewildered me why I should have to pay for the feckless fuck-life of other people.
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