Yesterday was kinda windy.
In walks a retarded guy. Blathering on and on like retarded guys do.
I doubt retarded guys mind being called retarded....it's usually their wranglers that get all upset with the term.
Does mentally challenged really sound better?
But I digress...
Anyhow...Tard starts yapping about this and that. Pointing out the obvious. Talking about whatever and a pickle.
It's time for him to leave.
He notices that the wind blows open my door (or was it the ghosts of you-know-who-from-you-know-where?)
Then he looks at swaying trees and says goodbye with a hearty "HAVE A GOOD WINDSDAY!"
Smart like a retarded fox.