I certainly don't like the word "retarded" when used with people, but this is funny, and it's certainly not the first time around that I have seen it...
"RETARDED"
GRANDPARENTS ...Written by a third grader, on what his grandparents do.
After Christmas, a teacher asked her young pupils how they spent their holiday away from school. One child wrote the following:
We always used to spend the holidays with Grandma and Grandpa. They used to live in a big brick house with a dog and kitty, but Grandpa got retarded and they moved to Arizona.
Now they live in a tin box and have rocks painted green to
look like grass and no pets allowed. They ride around on their bicycles,
and wear name tags, because they don't know who they are anymore. They go
to a building called a wreck center, but they must have got it fixed because it
is all okay now, they 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 hats on. At their gate, there is a doll house with a little old man
sitting in it. He watches all day so nobody can escape.
Sometimes they sneak out, and go cruising in their golf
carts. Nobody there cooks, they just eat out. And they eat the same
thing every night - early birds. Some of the people can't get out
past the man in the little doll house. The ones who do get out, bring
food back to the wrecked center for pot luck.
My Grandma says that Grandpa worked all his life to earn his
retardment and; says I should work hard so I can be retarded someday
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.
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.
PRICELESS!
Forward to all your “slow” grandparent friends. Or
just your “slow” friends.
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