Inverurie is essentially a nice little rural town on the banks of the river Don, just up the road from Aberdeen. It has alot to offer; the people are friendly, the shops are pretty good, the parks are pleasant enough…..but has some twisted mastermind organised a **** breeding programme in this town?
The place is teeming with white trainer wearing, spitting ****-monkeys dropping cans of Irn Bru everywhere. Their lives are devoted to ****-ing up their beloved Corsa and sitting in it outside the Co-op, parked six inches from some other mindless ****, eyeing up some buggy pushing, chip eating, trackie-clad chavettes.
A large chrome exhaust does not make a 1.3 litre Corsa into a sports car, why rev the tiny guts out of it down the High Street drawing attention to the fact that you own a **** car?
I don’t get it.
Anyway, as a fairly new resident I would be grateful if someone could explain to me why the concentration of ***** is so high in this otherwise pleasant town.