retardation celebration
i came home today exhausted.
the kid i work with,
who has down syndrome,
beat the crap out of me all day.
as soon as i told my best friend
she launched into a frighteningly well-rehearsed speech:
first off, the retarded don’t rule the night. they don’t rule it – nobody does. and they don’t run in packs. and while they may not be as strong as apes, don’t lock eyes with ‘em, don’t do it. puts ‘em on edge. they might go into berserker mode, come at you like a whirling dervish, all fists and elbows. you might be screaming, ‘no, no, no!’ – all they hear is, ‘who wants cake?’ Let me tell you something: they all do. they all want cake.
kudos to her for memorizing long passages from strangers with candy
with the hope that someday, just someday, they would come in handy.
kudos to her for memorizing long passages from strangers with candy
with the hope that someday, just someday, they would come in handy.
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