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Quoted By: >>403923
ITT: We post our experiences with tards
>be me
>older autist brother
>legit at 6 y/o mental age
>forced to go to his "advocacy group" every tuesday by parents
>enter the ymca where they're at
>literally about 20 tards sitting around screeching
>not 100% sure half of them are human
>one of them is fucking huge
>literally takes up 3 chairs
>not sure what gender it is
>in fact all of them but the one in a wheelchair who kept shaking was really fat
>fucking weird, man
>trying not to show i'm scared
>they just screech for half an hour
>at the end i find out why they're all fat
>tard wranglers bring out 6 dozen cookies
>tards rush over each other to reach them
>survival of the fattest
>the land whale from before picks up a box and flips it, emptying the whole box
>godisdead.jpg
>trying not to stare as half the cookies are consumed within 6 seconds
>i'm mesmerized, there has to be at least 351 chromosomes in each tard
>the head wrangler is smiling all the while
>the tards knocked down before are fighting to the death over the crumbs that fall
>the kid in the wheelchair, who I guess was new rams into the crowd, running over a ton of tards
>grabs a box before falling over
>head tard wrangler is still smiling
>this happens every week for months
>that ymca is pretty much my window to what hell is like
>finally get an idea
>wait until day parents + bro are sick
>wait untli they fall asleep
>walk to ymca myself
>poison cookies while wranglers are looking away
>plan to gtfo, get home, say i was with sick parents and brother when the incident happened
>try to leave, all doors locked
>ymca is on lockdown, tards must've broke into cookies early
>fuck.shit
>run into locker room
>find there's a huge drainage hole for the shower covered with a grate
>take it off, squeeze in
>tmnt.avi
>have to spend whole night in there, they never found me
>tards are dead
>parents are safe
>no more meetings
>no more tards
>all in all
>i'd have to say
>it's fun to stay at the ymca
>be me
>older autist brother
>legit at 6 y/o mental age
>forced to go to his "advocacy group" every tuesday by parents
>enter the ymca where they're at
>literally about 20 tards sitting around screeching
>not 100% sure half of them are human
>one of them is fucking huge
>literally takes up 3 chairs
>not sure what gender it is
>in fact all of them but the one in a wheelchair who kept shaking was really fat
>fucking weird, man
>trying not to show i'm scared
>they just screech for half an hour
>at the end i find out why they're all fat
>tard wranglers bring out 6 dozen cookies
>tards rush over each other to reach them
>survival of the fattest
>the land whale from before picks up a box and flips it, emptying the whole box
>godisdead.jpg
>trying not to stare as half the cookies are consumed within 6 seconds
>i'm mesmerized, there has to be at least 351 chromosomes in each tard
>the head wrangler is smiling all the while
>the tards knocked down before are fighting to the death over the crumbs that fall
>the kid in the wheelchair, who I guess was new rams into the crowd, running over a ton of tards
>grabs a box before falling over
>head tard wrangler is still smiling
>this happens every week for months
>that ymca is pretty much my window to what hell is like
>finally get an idea
>wait until day parents + bro are sick
>wait untli they fall asleep
>walk to ymca myself
>poison cookies while wranglers are looking away
>plan to gtfo, get home, say i was with sick parents and brother when the incident happened
>try to leave, all doors locked
>ymca is on lockdown, tards must've broke into cookies early
>fuck.shit
>run into locker room
>find there's a huge drainage hole for the shower covered with a grate
>take it off, squeeze in
>tmnt.avi
>have to spend whole night in there, they never found me
>tards are dead
>parents are safe
>no more meetings
>no more tards
>all in all
>i'd have to say
>it's fun to stay at the ymca
