Actually, my ex-boyfriend's mom is somewhat of a local celebrity. People called her Crazy Sharon because, well, she's crazy. All she'd eat - and I do mean ALL, I lived there for three months - was Popeye's Chicken, because everything else was 'poison' and 'not good for her'. She would never give my ex money to get food that wasn't chicken. She walked around on a cane and wore an eyepatch that she didn't need. She rambled on and on and on and on, to the point where if you didn't tell her to fuck off, she'd never leave you alone. And she had this penchant for giving you cups of Crisco as 'gifts' if she liked you.

Yup. She was pretty insane.

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We have this scumbag in a wheelchair who goes around trying to fight people and spits on people claiming he has AIDS. His legs were amputated a few years ago after his so called friends threw him in a bonfire. Now he's a drug addict who tries to rob people and hates the cops. Everyone just walks on the other side of the road when they see him coming.

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Es gibt keinen Gott, Es gibt kein Leben.
Sie werden alle sterben, Ohne die Erlösung

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my town is fairly boring... there is this rather large man who rides around on one of those scooters meant for old people. it's quite sad really. we see him in the "town" area, where all the stores and main streets are, and he just rides along. his fat hagns over the edge of the scooter. he barely fits in it. he's so large poor guy.

then there is this guy who always wears all black, in the summer mind you, and walks around. black shirt, pants, shoes, everything. and he just walks around. kinda creepy.

oh and i actually have a mini celeb who lives down the block. the guy who played the gay guy in the soprano's... he was killed off. he lives literally down the block in front of my house. he's a fairly quite, normal guy. he has this weird large rock/boulder thing in front of his house on his lawn. dont know why. it's actually kind of ugly. but yeah. i have a "celeb" who lives in my town. pretty sweet.

um...there's this little thing called insurance that a lot of ppl (including myself) can't afford cause it's too damned expensive!

heh. I'm an all black wearing walker too. I wonder if I creep anyone out. lol. I've heard that the local Pentacostals think I'm a Satanist, and if that's so I think I must be doing something right.

and...for local legends here, there's my neighbour Puddy. he's an endless beer drinker who also is a part-time painter (artist) and he's the funniest person you'll ever meet. He's called Puddy cause...well...he got that name when someone dared him that he had a putty knife that was longer than his um...appendage. Needless to say, he proved them wrong. They were the same length.

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I just remembered- when I was in elementary school, there was this crossing guard named Al who'd always try to hit you over the head with his stop sign when you walked by him. And on the corner opposite where he stood there was this big rock that he called his rock. People would always try to sit on it and then he'd go and hit them again... He was nice, though, I've always wondered what happened to him.

And the worst case of OCD lives right next door to me. He cuts his lawn every day at 9:03 am and 6:27 pm. But on Sundays he cuts it at 7:06 am, 1:23 pm and 7:48 pm. And he can't talk on the phone inside his house, even though he lives alone, he always talks on his front step... even in thunderstorms... he's a rather strange man.

There's an old woman who pushes around a shopping trolley full of sacks of newspaper. And she stinks!
She is known to most of the town as "the bag lady"
Poor thing
There's also this man who comes up and shouts swearwords at people. He's "The Swearing Guy"

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The fat scary man- well we dont know much about him but he always hassels people in bus station and can be seen every day playing his guitar downtown (he's not the best).

Bob- A long story but the bottom line is everybody knows bob, he's like a helper for teens when they move on to colledge and every body at my school knows him, every time he came in alesson it was "BOB BOB BOB BOB" it got kinda sad after a while

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Ooh, erm, well I live in a very small place, so people kind of, know everything about everyone else anyways.
But, well, we have the Lacey Family.
They live on my street, and there's 5 of them, known for their swearing, bullying, arrogance. The little girl, who's about 3 or 4 I think, is always swearing at everyone. And the teenage boy, scares old people, and likes to just, throw rocks at people when they walk past.
Erm, who else do we have - well we used to have a boy who lived next door, he was troubled. He set fire to someone's house, threw himself off the bridge, and drove a car into someones house (I think that one though, was an accident)
Now, we do have one nice person, a lady on the next street, she's very kind, and always makes conversation when she sees you, even if she doesn't know you. She does alot of work around the village, and petitions.

EVERYBODY knows EVERYBODY where I live, I live in a really tiny town, but there's a few people worth mentioning.

Rollo - old guy, elementary school dropout that hangs around in the pool hall. I've heard he messed with some girls but that could just be small town talk. I've never asked for his real name and I've never talked to him, but usually you see him walking around town. Not lately though, I heard he was in the hospital.

Cheese Man - He graduated this year, I'm gonna miss him. He's one of the coolest people I've ever met. He's not the best person, and he got into drinking a little early, but he does well in school and is really respectful. We call him cheese man cause he has red hair, and he can get anybody anything if you give him enough money.

Baby Maker - Mike something, he's got more kids than I can count on two hands.

Wild Man - Johnny Nichols, crazy, but in a good way unless he's had too much whiskey. He's got in a lot of fights up at Bull Mountain (like any of you know where that is, hah :P) and they've all ended pretty nasty. All the men that hang around up there come home with bruises and stuff, especially if they decide to make a trip to the blockhouse.

And then there's this other guy, I can't remember his name but he always stands outside of the pharmacy with a bottle wrapped in a paper bag. He's kinda shifty and nervous looking, but everyone says hi to him.

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