AZHUNTERR
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RETARDED GRANDPARENTS
this is not a joke but its funny
Even if you're not a grandparent you will enjoy this.
A teacher asked her young pupils how they spent their vacation.
One child wrote the following:
We always used to spend the holidays with Grandma and Grandpa. They
used to live here in a big, brick house, but Grandpa got retarded and they
moved to Florida and now they live in a place with a lot of other retarded
people. They live in a tin box and have rocks painted green to look like
grass. They ride around on big tricycles and wear name tags because they don't
know who they are anymore.
They go to a building called a wrecked center, but they must have got it
fixed because it is all right now. They play games and do exercises there,
but they don't do them very well. There is a swimming pool too, but they
all jump up and down in it with their hats on. I guess they don't know how
to swim. At their gate there is a dollhouse with a little old man sitting in
it. He watches all day so nobody can escape. Sometimes they sneak out.
Then they go cruising in their golf carts.
My grandma used to bake cookies and stuff, but I guess she forgot how.
Nobody there cooks, they just eat out. And they eat the same thing every
night: Early Birds. Some of the people can't get past the man in the
dollhouse to go out, so the ones who get out bring food back to the wrecked
center and call it pot luck.
My Grandma says Grandpa worked all his life to earn his retardment and
says I should work hard so I can be retarded one day, too.
When I earn my retardment I want to be the man in the doll house.
Then I will let people out so they can visit their grandchildren.
this is not a joke but its funny
Even if you're not a grandparent you will enjoy this.
A teacher asked her young pupils how they spent their vacation.
One child wrote the following:
We always used to spend the holidays with Grandma and Grandpa. They
used to live here in a big, brick house, but Grandpa got retarded and they
moved to Florida and now they live in a place with a lot of other retarded
people. They live in a tin box and have rocks painted green to look like
grass. They ride around on big tricycles and wear name tags because they don't
know who they are anymore.
They go to a building called a wrecked center, but they must have got it
fixed because it is all right now. They play games and do exercises there,
but they don't do them very well. There is a swimming pool too, but they
all jump up and down in it with their hats on. I guess they don't know how
to swim. At their gate there is a dollhouse with a little old man sitting in
it. He watches all day so nobody can escape. Sometimes they sneak out.
Then they go cruising in their golf carts.
My grandma used to bake cookies and stuff, but I guess she forgot how.
Nobody there cooks, they just eat out. And they eat the same thing every
night: Early Birds. Some of the people can't get past the man in the
dollhouse to go out, so the ones who get out bring food back to the wrecked
center and call it pot luck.
My Grandma says Grandpa worked all his life to earn his retardment and
says I should work hard so I can be retarded one day, too.
When I earn my retardment I want to be the man in the doll house.
Then I will let people out so they can visit their grandchildren.
