Storytime: One time in 8th grade I drank my mom's makeup remover. After I got out of the hospital my parents had me tested for autism because I "should've known not to drink it the first time nevermind the 5th". They said I'm autistic and had to be moved to the special Ed class. I've seen the Spec. Ed class in school and I was hyped. I was gonna get to color all day. My first day they introduced me to the class and let me loose. The first thing anybody said to me was "My shoes hurt". A few days went by and I got in trouble for laughing at what the kids said but other than that it was going pretty good. One day the tard guard left the room for like one minute and Cheesy Chad (he smelled like cheese) got on top of the table, pointed at me and screamed of with his head. So, his two servants grabbed me up and help me down while Chad stabbed me with a toy. With his retard strength it hurt really bad. Eventually the tard guard came back and pulled them off. Like anyone would be, (1/2)
I was pissed. In my fit of raged I drop some f bombs, some retards and some smelly ass bitches. I was gonna be pardoned cause I was autistic but the doc called and said he fucked up (dumb cunt) and he missed something. It turns out I'm only borderline retarded and I was just tripping on acid when I drank the remover. I was suspended and put back into normal classes. So I drank more makeup remover and died. Lol jk I lived and my parents put me up for adoption.
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