They really are something else, these individuals who have sold their souls for a few rupees or who hope to collect the filthy lucre from corrupt politicians..What do they do all day long for that miserly, parsimonious sum? Here is the life of those miserable chatwas, which they do on a daily basis:
1/ Surf the net and barge in uninvited onto someone's page/post and shit the biggest, most ungrammatical, misspelt lump of turd that they have the cheek to call a comment. The height of their pitiful ambition is reached when another chatwa "likes" their incredibly stupid comments. I suppose they are displaying what they think is their strength in numbers, whilst the rest of us put our arms up in despair that ledikation gratis has created so many numpties in Paradise Island.
2/ Their vocabulary range is remarkably restricted; in fact it is so limited that kids who have failed their sixieme find their grotesque comments hilarious: hilarious that so called adults could be as stupid as those cretins.
3/ The favourite words of the chatwas that we wish would just die and leave us alone:
a/ When people are crucifying Pravind for being the most useless PM ever, they will mention " Macarena!" or "Nandini!" or "Coffre fort!". This constant attack on someone who has not been in the National Assembly since December 2014 is rather a subconscious dread that he could come back to power and decide to see how far the orifices of those chatwas will stretch...
b/ Chatwas are by definition shallow and stupid individuals, and therefore quite racist. Many of them will shamelessly refer to Berenger as "colon", although fuck knows how a man born in the 1940s could be a white colon of the 18th and 19th century.....But then our Chatwas are so thick that they probably believe that "colon" is the half brother of "semi colon", and therefore when they shout " Colon!", they think they are only making a grammatical point...
c/ Bruneau Laurette is "Pipette" or whatever the chatwa geniuses can make anything rhyme with "ette" and feel enormously proud of themselves...
d/ Bhadain is an easy one as it is only a short leap from Bhadain to "boudin", so no marks for effort or the imagination that you clearly lack, my dear chatwas.
e/ Chatwas will never understand the difference between a "fake profile" and a "pseudonym". I won't mention "nom de plume" because those nincompoops will probably start writing " Parker!" or "Bic!" in capital letters... But chatwas who have been on Facebook for a few months, and often using a fake profile, are quite keen to show their massive intelligence by shouting "fake profile" to people who have been on Facebook for decades...
As you can see, it is the easiest job in the world to be a chatwa. All you need is an empty head, or at best a la tete kokom where your skull is 90% full of water, and a desperate, pathological need to be noticed by some arsehole from la kwizinn...
And an absolute inability to write sentences of more than 5 words without making 4 spelling mistakes...
The poor bastards! One really has to feel sorry for them, in the same way that we feel sorry for lisien errants who turn up uninvited and unwelcome to your place. And who keep turning up despite everyone shouting "Eoula! Bez fesse aller depi la!"
And all for a few miserable rupees from thieves who have stolen billions of rupees from us...The poor, poor chatwas.
1/ Surf the net and barge in uninvited onto someone's page/post and shit the biggest, most ungrammatical, misspelt lump of turd that they have the cheek to call a comment. The height of their pitiful ambition is reached when another chatwa "likes" their incredibly stupid comments. I suppose they are displaying what they think is their strength in numbers, whilst the rest of us put our arms up in despair that ledikation gratis has created so many numpties in Paradise Island.
2/ Their vocabulary range is remarkably restricted; in fact it is so limited that kids who have failed their sixieme find their grotesque comments hilarious: hilarious that so called adults could be as stupid as those cretins.
3/ The favourite words of the chatwas that we wish would just die and leave us alone:
a/ When people are crucifying Pravind for being the most useless PM ever, they will mention " Macarena!" or "Nandini!" or "Coffre fort!". This constant attack on someone who has not been in the National Assembly since December 2014 is rather a subconscious dread that he could come back to power and decide to see how far the orifices of those chatwas will stretch...
b/ Chatwas are by definition shallow and stupid individuals, and therefore quite racist. Many of them will shamelessly refer to Berenger as "colon", although fuck knows how a man born in the 1940s could be a white colon of the 18th and 19th century.....But then our Chatwas are so thick that they probably believe that "colon" is the half brother of "semi colon", and therefore when they shout " Colon!", they think they are only making a grammatical point...
c/ Bruneau Laurette is "Pipette" or whatever the chatwa geniuses can make anything rhyme with "ette" and feel enormously proud of themselves...
d/ Bhadain is an easy one as it is only a short leap from Bhadain to "boudin", so no marks for effort or the imagination that you clearly lack, my dear chatwas.
e/ Chatwas will never understand the difference between a "fake profile" and a "pseudonym". I won't mention "nom de plume" because those nincompoops will probably start writing " Parker!" or "Bic!" in capital letters... But chatwas who have been on Facebook for a few months, and often using a fake profile, are quite keen to show their massive intelligence by shouting "fake profile" to people who have been on Facebook for decades...
As you can see, it is the easiest job in the world to be a chatwa. All you need is an empty head, or at best a la tete kokom where your skull is 90% full of water, and a desperate, pathological need to be noticed by some arsehole from la kwizinn...
And an absolute inability to write sentences of more than 5 words without making 4 spelling mistakes...
The poor bastards! One really has to feel sorry for them, in the same way that we feel sorry for lisien errants who turn up uninvited and unwelcome to your place. And who keep turning up despite everyone shouting "Eoula! Bez fesse aller depi la!"
And all for a few miserable rupees from thieves who have stolen billions of rupees from us...The poor, poor chatwas.