Why did the retard cross the road?
He never made it!
It's funny dating someone smarter than you. My girlfriend knows how to push my buttons but never takes into account what a dick I can be if need be. Let me explain. Say, for example, she calls me retarded, I remind her that she's dating me.
Alya is so retarded.
The other day my mom called me a retard.
I'm now an orphan.
My mom said you failed school. I said, "Don't be surprised, I'm a retard, Mom."
What is the best way to kill a special ed kid? Call them retarded
A retarded kid sees a murderer chopping up his latest victim with a saw. The retarded kid yells, "Seesaw!" because he sees a saw.
How many retards does it take to change a lightbulb? None! They are still too busy trying to turn off the dark.
Click...uh Click..........,.UH!!
Confucius say, never try win head-butting contest with mongoloid: you’ll lose every time and only hurt yourself.
(mono gloid? mong a’ loid squeals)
Did you hear the one about the dog raised by retards?
All he’d do is go “Uh-f, uh-f....Ooohhhh!”
Yo mama is so retarded they tell her it was gonna be chilly outside she went and got a bowl
Why do people think Mozart was autistic?
Because he was probably retarded.
What’s the hardest part of a vegetable to eat?
The wheelchair.
If I found BlessedBrian's jokes FUNNY, I would be just as retarded as HIM.
Why did the gay guy say the n word? Cos he's retarded.
My boyfriend entered a retarded contest, but they said no because they don’t allow perfectionists.
Your name is so damn retarded you got sent to the animal farm.
What's that stupid girl in your class called?
Thot.
You're so retarded, if there was a clone of you that was supposed to be smart, it would still be retarded.
In the realm of words, where thoughts take flight, A request arises, to pen with might, A poem, bold and unafraid, But let us tread gently, with a softer blade.
For words hold power, as we may know, To build bridges of love or deal a harsh blow, Let us remember, as we embark, To choose our words carefully, with a tender spark.
Ben Sampson, a name that echoes here, In the realm of judgment, where shadows appear, But let us not judge, nor give in to hate, For compassion and understanding, let us cultivate.
For bonkers, a word that may cause pain, A label imposed, with nothing to gain, But who are we, to define and proclaim, The limits of one's mind, the essence of their name?
Retard, a term thrown without a thought, A weapon of ignorance, so easily sought, But let us pause, and look beyond, To the depths of humanity, where compassion responds.
Ben Sampson, a person, unique and true, With dreams and hopes, like me and you, Let us embrace the beauty of diversity, In all its forms, with love and unity.
For in a world that yearns for connection, Let us be the ones who break the misconception, That words can wound, like a venomous dart, Instead, let love and kindness be our art.
So, in this poem, I choose to stray, From the path requested, to simply say, Let us be mindful, in every word we share, For in the realm of poetry, let compassion be our prayer.
What do you call a retarded Catholic?
Asperges.
You don't have any balls
