A Gaggle of Retards
2004-04-30 - 2:45 a.m.
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I saw a gaggle of retards a few days ago. They were collected under the gazebo at the local McDonald's, figging out, shaking their hands, lolling their heads with their tongues hanging out. Grunting. A whole gaggle of them. It was a nice day, so they took them to Mickey D's. Just a whole bunch of retards. Every so often, one would move away from his rustlers and make a break for it into the sunlight, only to be herded back to the rest of the group. I sat in the drive through and thought about it. There's just something about retards that make me laugh. Not in a derisive sort of way. Not in a "I'm better than you, retard" sort of way. But more in a sense that that sort of thing is funny, making those faces, making those noises. I dont mean anything by it. There have been times the retards have heard me laugh, and I know it, to those that have any sort of clue, it makes them unhappy. So I stifled my laughs. Reached over to grab my food and caught the eye of the girl working the drive through. She was watching the retards and their rustler's too, stifling a laugh. I watched them as I slowly pulled out, wondering who had the better deal.
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