A while back I met a guy who was severely retarded

He kept on saying the exact same things for months on end, he would keep telling the same story about how he was able to run very fast and that they had measured his speed and that people were impressed at how fast he could run

He would also say stupid stuff like he called his mother and told her he wanted to fuck her

He told these same stories every single day for a long time, also he laughed often and very loud

He was severely disabled, but I felt a connection with him and we played a lot of uno card together, he was a good friend to me and I respected him even though he wasn't really very normal

That just goes to show that I am disabled too but differently, other normal people didn't like him a lot and kept saying that he was a moron but I always defended him because I felt that he was a genuinely good person despite his disability.

Retards are my friends.