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My Job: Workfare for Retards

PosTMOd

Well-Known TRIBEr
Here, I am king.

Rich people who don't have the sack to tell their kids that they are retarded get them jobs here, where some of them emulate me.

I like walking around with my fly undone, and grunting really loudly while shitting.
 

MoFo

TRIBE Member
Wow, a place where people with Down Syndrome can feel like working citizens. That's great.
 

PosTMOd

Well-Known TRIBEr
Originally posted by MoFo
Wow, a place where people with Down Syndrome can feel like working citizens. That's great.
Except it makes me feel like ass.

That's great.

I didn't sign up to be a special ed teacher.
 

mingster

TRIBE Member
Originally posted by PosTMOd
Except it makes me feel like ass.

That's great.

I didn't sign up to be a special ed teacher.

have you also been teaching them how to be an asshole? ;)
 

PosTMOd

Well-Known TRIBEr
Originally posted by mingster
have you also been teaching them how to be an asshole? ;)
No, but they are making me turn back into the asshole that I am trying no longer to be.

In an effort not to be an asshole, I am doing my usual introversion trick. Zero space is my goal.


Originally posted by Evil Dynovac
I wouldn't be comfortable all day around retards either.

There, I said it.
It's not really that I'm uncomfortable around retards, just that having them as bosses is fucking annoying and frustrating.

One day, I might just unleash the fucking fury. Of course, the words I use won't be understood by them, but I'm sure the message will come across just fine.

Parents who are not honest with their children ought to be shot. I went through most of my life thinking I was kind of stupid, and in the meantime, these dickwads think they are Einsteins, not understanding that their parents put 'em there in their positions, and it had nothing to do with their brains.
 
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