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From another board, where a thread was discussing the superhuman strength posessed by people afflicted with Downs Syndrome.
Now...I post this purely as demonstrate of the writing ability of people over the internet. The mental pictures are conveyed perfectly.
We pick up the story after it describes how one "special person" (tard in the American slang, where this board is based) went to the same school as the poster..
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“flash forward to a peaceful day with nothing going on. my friend paul tells this story better than i, but here goes. paul was sitting in study hall minding his own business, probably finishing up some homework he neglected the night before, when the door to the tard classroom opens. there stands alan (previously mentioned padded room tard) and his two escorts. they transport this fella kinda like i imagine maximum security inmates get transported, minus the shackles and men carrying shotguns. i don't know what triggered the reaction but he flipped out.
well he turned on the tard strength and easily broke free of the escorts and went bounding across the room. the way paul tells is there was much screaming and scurrying about during this period. as paul thought about getting up, alan springs onto pauls table like some retarded wild predator animal. paul, knowing that wild animals can sense fear, remains motionless frozen in that "yeah, i'm still doing homework" pose. apparently alan snorted and sniffed, moving his head ever closer to motionless paul.
by this time the room has been completely evacuated minus paul and the two overpowered escorts. picture the scene from alien where the alien head inches closer and closer, drool and slime just dripping away..thats pretty much how this encounter went with paul just sitting there terrified to move. i honestly think if he had blinked his life would have been over in that instant. for whatever reason, alan broke off his assault and let his captors regain control of him. i think he started missing his padded room or something, i'm not really sure. i'm sure if paul posted here this would have easily been his addition to the 'scariest moments in your life' thread.
i guess the moral of the story is: like the ocean and mother nature in general, never underestimate the power of raw tard strength.”
Now...I post this purely as demonstrate of the writing ability of people over the internet. The mental pictures are conveyed perfectly.
We pick up the story after it describes how one "special person" (tard in the American slang, where this board is based) went to the same school as the poster..
----
“flash forward to a peaceful day with nothing going on. my friend paul tells this story better than i, but here goes. paul was sitting in study hall minding his own business, probably finishing up some homework he neglected the night before, when the door to the tard classroom opens. there stands alan (previously mentioned padded room tard) and his two escorts. they transport this fella kinda like i imagine maximum security inmates get transported, minus the shackles and men carrying shotguns. i don't know what triggered the reaction but he flipped out.
well he turned on the tard strength and easily broke free of the escorts and went bounding across the room. the way paul tells is there was much screaming and scurrying about during this period. as paul thought about getting up, alan springs onto pauls table like some retarded wild predator animal. paul, knowing that wild animals can sense fear, remains motionless frozen in that "yeah, i'm still doing homework" pose. apparently alan snorted and sniffed, moving his head ever closer to motionless paul.
by this time the room has been completely evacuated minus paul and the two overpowered escorts. picture the scene from alien where the alien head inches closer and closer, drool and slime just dripping away..thats pretty much how this encounter went with paul just sitting there terrified to move. i honestly think if he had blinked his life would have been over in that instant. for whatever reason, alan broke off his assault and let his captors regain control of him. i think he started missing his padded room or something, i'm not really sure. i'm sure if paul posted here this would have easily been his addition to the 'scariest moments in your life' thread.
i guess the moral of the story is: like the ocean and mother nature in general, never underestimate the power of raw tard strength.”
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My primary school had a load of special kids (mostly deaf people, but a lot were mentally handicapped) and there was nearly always SOMEONE throwing a mental fit. We got told off for watching...
Exactly.
Jurassic Tard
But the image of this one perched on the desk, inches from the poor guy's face. Sniffing and quizically turning his head before loping off like some wrong-monkey assassin
Jurassic Tard
But the image of this one perched on the desk, inches from the poor guy's face. Sniffing and quizically turning his head before loping off like some wrong-monkey assassin
I pictured it as Jurassic Park, with the T-Rex outside the car looking through the window.
*laughing with them, not at them*
*laughing with them, not at them*
*runs*
Kiss me you fool
I know you missed me. Don't be coy.
Nice to see Mr Smiley is back with us.
Goatboy wrote:
> How's the social life?
Non-existant, given that I've been ill for a week. Did have an early christmas dinner with my girlfriends parents last night though.
Don't think you can phase me with your ill informed smugness. I'm perfectly aware of my limitations.
> How's the social life?
Non-existant, given that I've been ill for a week. Did have an early christmas dinner with my girlfriends parents last night though.
Don't think you can phase me with your ill informed smugness. I'm perfectly aware of my limitations.
Big brutes capture heavy brained ones...
How's the social life?
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