As it is now December this is appropriate;
Chav nativity...
There's this bird called Mary, yeah? She's a virgin (wossat then?)
She's not married or nuffink, but she's got this boyfriend, Joe, innit? He
does joinery an' that. Mary lives with him in a crib dahn Nazaref.
One day Mary meets this bloke Gabriel. She's like `Oo you lookin at?'
Gabriel just goes 'You got one up the duff, you have.'
Mary's totally gobsmacked.
She gives it to him large 'Stop dissin' me yeah? I ain't no Kappa-slapper. I never bin wiv no one!'
So Mary goes and sees her cousin Liz, who's six months gone herself. Liz is largin' it. She's filled with spirits, Barcardi Breezers an' that.
She's like 'Orright, Mary, I can feel me bay-bee in me tummy and I reckon I'm well blessed. Think of all the extra benefits an' that we is gonna get.' Mary goes 'Yeah, s'pose you're right'
Mary an' Joe ain't got no money so they have to ponse a donkey, an' go dahn Bethlehem on that.
They get to this pub an' Mary wants to stop, yeah? To have her bay-bee an' that.
But there ain't no room at the inn, innit? So Mary an' Joe break an' enter
into this garridge, only it's filled wiv animals. Cahs an' sheep an' that.
Then these three geezers turn up, looking proper bling, wiv crowns on their heads. They're like `Respect, bay-bee Jesus', an' say they're wise men from the East End.
Joe goes: 'If you're so wise, wotchoo doin' wiv this Frankenstein an'
myrrh? Why dincha just bring gold, Adidas and Burberry?'
It's all about to kick off when Gabriel turns up again an' sez he's got another message from this Lord geezer.
He's like 'The police is comin an' they're killin all the bay-bees. You
better nash off to Egypt.' Joe goes 'You must be monged if you think I'm goin' dahn Egypt on a minging donkey'
Gabriel sez 'Suit yerself, pal. But it's your look out if you stay.' So
they go dahn Egypt till they've stopped killin the first-born an' it's safe an' that.
Then Joe and Mary and Jesus go back to Nazaref, an' Jesus turns water into Stella.
Originally posted by Dr StrangeloveSounds more like Eastenders.
As it is now December this is appropriate;
Chav nativity...
There's this bird called Mary, yeah? She's a virgin (wossat then?)
She's not married or nuffink, but she's got this boyfriend, Joe, innit? He
does joinery an' that. Mary lives with him in a crib dahn Nazaref.
One day Mary meets this bloke Gabriel. She's like `Oo you lookin ...[text shortened]... n' that.
Then Joe and Mary and Jesus go back to Nazaref, an' Jesus turns water into Stella.
An appropriate addition:
Chav M.: "'ere, wot you wannu gah an' ge' a brahhhhn doney for, den, eh? Are you fick, or sumpfink?"
Chav J.: (looking at ground) "I don't believe I'm 'earin' dis"
Chav M.: "'ere, wossyurgameden, eh? I told you, you ain't de father, in'it!"
Chav J.: (looking at ground) "I don't believe I'm 'earin' dis"
Jeremy Kyle: "No use lookin' at the ground, mate- tell HER how you feel!"
Chav Arcangel Gabriel: "That's it- I'm off down, I mean dahn, the Queen Vic, if anyone's lookin' for me. In'it. Sorted."
Chav J.: "Aw, leaveitou, Gabe, you soppy mare!"
Chav Arcangel Gabriel: "I don't believe I'm 'earin' dis".
Enter Chav. King Dirty Den Herod: "I fought I'd find you 'ere. Fought you woz going to ge aweighhhh wit it, didn't you. Well I'm back nah... and the donkey's pregnant too... and it's MY baybee!"
Drums: Do do do dun dun dunny do
Continues on Sunday omnibus edition...