Another way of describing the scummy bastards who hang around the street corners of belfast with plastic bags full of glue up their sleeves. They would steal the teeth from your head to fuel their sad little existences. Dresscode = tracksuits, sovereigns + piss-stains. One of gods worst creations after cancer.
Look at that spidey bastard in his suped up shitmobile. Just because it makes alot of noise, has no fear stickers, neon lights and alloys doesn't mean its a car. And by the way, stop throwing fireworks you annoying little cunt.