Monday, January 26, 2009
Why you don't argue with a 12 year-old
A - "Hey, Mom."
Me - "Yeah."
A - "You know what I love about you?"
Me - "What's that?"
A - "You're not retarded."
*copious laughter*
Me - "That's the nicest thing anyone has said to me all day."
A - "That's because they're all retarded."
Me - "You know that's horribly mean to the developmentally challenged population."
A - "You know what I mean. Not real retarded. Just retarded-retarded."
Me - "I know. Just don't talk like that at school, okay?"
A - "Yeah. Because then they'd be like, 'Wow. He's retarded.'"
*more laughter*
Me - "My brain just 'sploded."
A - "My work here is done."
Me - "Yeah."
A - "You know what I love about you?"
Me - "What's that?"
A - "You're not retarded."
*copious laughter*
Me - "That's the nicest thing anyone has said to me all day."
A - "That's because they're all retarded."
Me - "You know that's horribly mean to the developmentally challenged population."
A - "You know what I mean. Not real retarded. Just retarded-retarded."
Me - "I know. Just don't talk like that at school, okay?"
A - "Yeah. Because then they'd be like, 'Wow. He's retarded.'"
*more laughter*
Me - "My brain just 'sploded."
A - "My work here is done."
5 comments:
This post is TOTALLY retarded.
More brain 'sploding.
Jonathan, I'm not going to argue with you, either!
P, you may have to catch it on cable. I didn't spend the extra $$ for the Looney Tunes re-splodable brain.
Here's mah credit-card numbah. Buy the implant.
More brain 'sploding!
Anyone that would take the time to leave a comment here is retardedly retarded.
Oh wait... damn it!