Something to chuckle about... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ RETARDED GRANDPARENTS 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 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. 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 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. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Love to all, Hank...
I don't want to be retarded and have a man in a doll's house stopping me getting out of the wreck house!! Great one Hank. I always look forward to your posts.
Oh, Hank, I've actually been at that "retardment community"! We did a presentation at Sun City about attracting nature to your yard, and I nearly cried over those poor folks. They were healthy, active, and bored out of their skulls. The agreement they signed when they purchased their homes was so restrictive that they couldn't even park a car in their driveway--it had to be in the garage. Anyone visiting parked in a parking lot and the host/hostess came for them in a golf cart. I may be "retarded" but I sure ain't bored (mostly thanks to the Stew and your posts!).
What a hoot hank. I'm stil chuckling. Marlin-why would anyone want to live in such a place. Sounds like a minimum security prison to me.
Tooty, I think you are right--but at least the "inmates" get to go on the mini-bus for "outings". I'd last about two days in a place like that. I'd make a fuss the first day, and the residents would toss me out the second day!
