The People of Exmouth
What is it with the people of Exmouth? I really don't understand them. Somebody just got knocked off a motorbike at the bottom of rolle street (by the old sports shop), and for about 100 metres each way all people could seem to function their brains to do was stand and stare, and gossip amongst themselves. As I walked up the road it appeared to me how moronic these people are, in that only 3 people bothered to go and help him. He just got knocked off a motorbike and only 3 people had the common sense to use a brain cell. When something good happens in this town people say wow and move along, but when something bad happens they're all over it like flies on cow shit.
Fuckwits.
The guy was fine by the way, luckily.
That is all.
This blog entry was posted on Thursday, October 13, 2005 @ 01:11 am and is filed under: Miscelleneous.