Well funnyjunk, it's time for me to indulge all of you wonderful people with a tard story of mine
>2 weeks ago, on a saturday
>me and my friend benj, along with a bunch of random kids from our school sign up for community service
>its a miracle league, where a bunch of tards come together and try to play baseball
>walk onto baseball field, tards all mindlessly wandering
>we get assigned individual tards, mine is a pretty cool autistic kid who literally only talks about Biggie smalls
>My amigo Benj gets the super tard, has the downs and a terrible hunch back
>we play a couple innings, no one is hitting the ball, but everything is going alright
>Benj's tard, whos name is Bennicio (I **** you not) strikes out, after 10 underhand pitches
>I fear of his rage, as /b/ has shown me the might of the tards
>Gets back to dugout, sits down, and reads a book titled "Great North American Trains"
>suddenly, its our turn to go onto the field
>My brave friend Benj takes the book saying "Benny, time to take the field bud"
>does not understand what he has done
>My tard, tom, says "uh oh, he shouldnt dun that"
>Benicio makes a deep roar
>I feel time itself stand still, as if his voice has left everyone motionless, like he was Dovakhiin
>He bull rushed Benj, a reasonably sized kid, and completely knocks him over
>takes plastic baseball bat, flailing it around dugout trying to slaughter all in his path
>During the whole game, "California girls" is playing on loop
>While he's viciously mauling everyone in his was, katy perry is blastic
>Feel like I'm in a tarentino Movie
>Tard wrangler takes Benicio's bat, but Benicio runs away
>jumps over fence, crosses street, and runs into an office building called "Lenitz & Fitzpatrick Law firm"
> We immediately get hurried onto bus to go back to school
>Benj and I look at the building, and through the second window we see a figure
>Its Benicio, staring dead on at Benj
>we see wranglers pulling him back, but never breaks his gaze
>Never see him again