the one true God is Doctor Doom and we should all be worshiping him.
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Quote from: Big Boss on September 24, 2015, 08:50:12 PMpretendHa!Spoilerjk BB you know I love you
yeahas some of you may know, i was part of my high school's choir for three years (i sung bass)every year, we'd have had this kid in the choir who happened to be autisticand during one concert, i stood next to him, because he sung my part (and he wasn't bad)but during the performance, usually between breaks, he would just turn around and blow right into my facefor no reasoni just kind of dealt with it the first two timesbut when he did it a third time, i turned around and said "stop, please" very sternlyit made him jump, and he got really scaredi felt terrible
There was this one autistic kid who did some weird shit.One time he just ran up to us when we were walking in the hallway, pointed his finger at us and screamed, "YOU'RE MEAN!". He quickly scampered away as we just stared in confusion because we'd never interacted with him before.Then another time he just walked up and hit me in the chest but it was sort of a limp handed effort so we just stood there looking confused until he got all nervous and left.
holy fuck yes.. there was this kid named Patrick in middle school. Even though Patrick was mentally retarded, he was always consciously a dick. so one day, when I was drinking from the water fountain, Patrick comes up behind me and starts screaming at the top of his autistic lungs "JOE CUT ME ON THE LINE". His fucking screeches conjured the pathetic special ed teacher who looked at me like I had just devoured a malnourished Cambodian tribe. I asked her who she would rather believe but my defense was hopeless and I was labeled as a scumbag by her and her cronies.Anyway, half a year passes by, and Patrick had been relatively quiet. Feeling confident in my ability to venture the halls without any witnesses to back me up, I bound for the bathroom and encounter the Patrick himself. he was facing the urinal, pants down to his ankles as custom. Without turning his head he let out a deafening echoed scream and reeled around to face me while still pissing. not only did I see a mentally retarded dick, but this fucking kid pissed all over my torso, laughing like a fucking baboon as he shivered his bladder to exhaustion. I remember being so fucking livid trying to hold back from executing this fuck in the bathroom. I had kicked him against the nearby sink immediately after he started pissing on me, but gave up the physical shit and just walked out after realizing how much trouble I would be in.
There are so many outrageous tales but I'd feel bad about recounting any of them
But anyway I remember a kid named Mitchell in high school who had what I assume was high-level autism. He was usually seen walking around the halls singing to himself with his hand up by his ear, walking into random classrooms and disrupting shit, and basically being an all-around nuisance. One time he walked into a physics lab in which we were dropping marbles into buckets of water for reasons I can't recall, grabbed a bucket, flipped it upside down over his head, and soaked both himself and anyone nearby. It was the only time I'd ever seen my teacher in that class get well and truly pissed.Fortunately I only had to interact with him twice in my four years there. The first time, he tapped on my shoulder and started yelling 'spring!' when I turned around, before moving on to do the same to everybody else in the hall. The second time I passed him he turned to me and said 'I didn't shoot him' with a look somewhere between horror and confusion on his face. I decided I didn't want to know what he was talking about.
yeahas some of you may know, i was part of my high school's choir for three years (i sung bass)every year, we'd have had this kid in the choir who happened to be autisticlike, REALLY REALLY autistichand-flapping, muttering-nonsense-to-himself autisticand during one concert, i stood next to him, because he sung my part (and he wasn't bad)but during the performance, usually between breaks, he would just turn around and blow right into my facefor no reasoni just kind of dealt with it the first two timesbut when he did it a third time, i turned around and said "stop, please" very sternlyit made him jump, and he got really scaredi felt terrible
not only did I see a mentally retarded dick,
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This is another thing I always thought was just movie fiction about the US, along with things like spelling bee competitions.