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Which way to the Widney High reunion?
There's a retarded guy in my town that drives.
No, really. He is retarded.
He drives a late-model red Focus.
And he is retarded. Trisomy or I dunno what-all. He also uses a cane but that doesn't have any bearing on his driving or retardation.
The fact is that he is RETARDED and driving a CAR. By HIMSELF.
He flagged J. down outside the deli. "SIR! SIR! HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY, SIR! SIR!!!!! I SAID HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!" "uh, yeah. And uh, Happy Mother's day to your mother, I guess." "I DON'T HAVE ONE! HAPPY MOTHERS DAY, SIR!"
There have been other tardtastic encounters but this is the most recent.
Shit like that is why I do NOT drive. Who the hell wants to drive when fucking Corky gets licensed?
No, really. He is retarded.
He drives a late-model red Focus.
And he is retarded. Trisomy or I dunno what-all. He also uses a cane but that doesn't have any bearing on his driving or retardation.
The fact is that he is RETARDED and driving a CAR. By HIMSELF.
He flagged J. down outside the deli. "SIR! SIR! HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY, SIR! SIR!!!!! I SAID HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!" "uh, yeah. And uh, Happy Mother's day to your mother, I guess." "I DON'T HAVE ONE! HAPPY MOTHERS DAY, SIR!"
There have been other tardtastic encounters but this is the most recent.
Shit like that is why I do NOT drive. Who the hell wants to drive when fucking Corky gets licensed?
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I miss her desperately and I worry.