V- I'm not sure if I'm working or marking time till 5:30. Anyhow, I did have time to retype this from an E-mail I got today.
RETARDED GRANDPARENTS
After Christmas, a teacher asked her young pupils how they spend 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 Florida. 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 dont know who they are anymore.
They go to a building called a wrecked center, but they must have got it fixed because it is all okay now. And do exercises there, but they dont do them very well. There is a swimming pool too, but in it, they all jump up and down with hats on.
At their gate, there is a doll house with a little old man in it. He watches all day so nobody can escape. Sometimes they sneak out. They 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 cant get out past the man in the dollhouse. The ones who do get out, bring food back to the wrecked center and call it pot luck.
My Grandma says that Grandpa worked all his life to earn 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. I will let people out so they can visit their grandchildren.
(P. S. I need to work on my typing. I've been a fumble fingers all day today.)
