Just stating the obvious, really...
When I much smaller TMWW, I attended a rather posh and very new elementary school, fully equipped with up-to-date computers in almost every classroom.

The best, though, were the ones with the wonderful clicky keyboards, where everything you wrote sounded like the furious typings of a mad scientist. Most of the good ones already being claimed, I headed to the rarely used spare classroom during recess to play some Oregon Trails.

The normally empty room was occupied at the time by a rather strange looking boy, sitting alone at a desk, doing nothing. Ignoring him, I sat down to a nice clacky keyboard and went at it for a while when I noticed he was breathing heavily. Panting, really, like an overweight dog.

I being the blunt little kid I was, after a few minutes of staring and panting, I turned to the kid and asked, "are you retarded or something?" to no response. I soon left, thinking nothing of the odd boy.

Of course, it turns out he actually was retarded, and quickly tattled on me to his caretaker when she arrived.

I was lectured severely, then had to explain to my mom why I was making fun of retarded kids and was forced to write a paper on Tourettes Syndrome.

Apologies for shit first post, pop, length joke, etc.
(TheManWhoWas SlightlyKnackered, Thu 29 Jan 2009, 20:33, 2 replies)

Not sure why
But I keep thinking of Eric Cartman when I read this story.
(EuroSong I love horse meat: best of all the animals, Thu 29 Jan 2009, 20:43, closed)

Oregon Trail!
You gotta love oregon trail! Brings a tear to the eye
(Roopy all is not what it seams, Thu 29 Jan 2009, 21:35, closed)