Retardation jokes
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.
What do you call a retarded Catholic?
Asperges.
You don't have any balls.
1. Full name: John.
2. Proverb: work is not a rabbit, does not run.
3. Favorite meal: the sphinx with the sour cream.
4. Sexual orientation: sexually disorientated.
5. Mental health: mentally retarded.
6. Previous careers: funeral undertaking, after that two years in the circus as the main brown bear, after that in the church school for two years, after this experience five years as a screw in the jail for the worst criminals with the top degree of supervision and now working for the secret services in my home country after gaining the top-secret audit.
7. Favorite pets: dog, bumble bee named Maxo, a butterfly named Redwing and the lizard named Notail.
8. Favorite activities: washing the dishes, cutting the woods, vacuuming and playing hard rock.
9. Working motivation: none.
I hope that you will accept my curriculum vitae and that we will see each other soon already as new colleagues, I wish more or less. Kind regards, John.
Why is Sean's fashion so poor? He's retarded!
The person who is reading this.
What do retarded cops give tickets for?
Going over 45 in a potato zone.
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.
Do you know your E?
You're E tarded.
So three retards walk into a classroom...
Sike, it was the garbage. They mistook it for their classroom.
Why do they act so emo?
Because they are all retards.
How did two retarded people get ran over in one second?
They're my friends.
Why did Texas freeze to death? Because they're retarded.
You smell like you farted hard. A, B, Honor Roll, all F’s, you retarded!
Why does the retard not like eating his vegetables? Because he knows not to be a cannibal, he knows somehow.
What do you call a bunch of biracial, retarded kids? The Special Olympics.
What do gay girls order in a bar?
Pussy juice.
Tarik is a retard.
What do you call a retard?
"Kahin."