The Day After Eviction.

So here we are. We have been evicted from our house and we are left with nothing. Expect for our perfectly comfortable real homes which actually have a far more hygienic place to shit then the walls.

We travelled down last evening to the house only to find a notice on the door that said something along the scribbled lines of this; 'Get the fuck off my land you sponging pieces of shit! If you come back again we will undertake bucket full's of pain! Oh and we have stolen your TV, DVD Player, Play station and all your DVD'S'

COULD NOT BELEIVE IT! THE PIKEYS!

So... Us being who we are, we decided to check out the house again. We found our bedding on a bonfire, fortunately is wasn't lit; so it was re-usable.
They used the same Jewish tactic as us of putting a piece of wood under the door handle to prevent us from entering. Unfortunately, they are decorators so pretty fucking stupid and they didn't realise that the door handle lifts up to open, hence making their device FUCKING USELESS!

They had set and alarm which signalled 'Danger' so we got pretty scared and decided that it was maybe time for us to go home. One night from our mothers is a fair old time and neither of us listened in cookery class.

On the way out we were pretty pissed off and wanted to cause some sort of criminal damage. Dave suggesting smearing our shit on the walls and making some sort of smiley face or the 'Squatter Association' Logo. I thought it was a bit grim, plus i had eaten curry so it would have probably mostly gone down my trousers.

But we came to the mutual agreement of putting the key into the lock, locking the door and kicking the key. So now, those bastards who stole our shit wont only miss a days pay. But they will also have to fix the door, oh, and clear the shit off the walls!

We are getting matching tattoo's showing the 'Squatters' logo as 1, We think that it looks pretty cool. 2, We stayed in a house that wasn't ours which we thought made us look pretty cool. And 3, We are squatters till we die!