A while back I was at a pool hall hitting the rock with a few friends. We were drinking numerous pitchers of beer and subsequently I had to step aside on nature’s behalf. I walked into the handicap stall and when I had completed my business I walked back out. I was met by a profound young man who cleverly pointed out, that I suffered from no physical handicap whatsoever, except the 15 beers bronc riding my balance. He exclaimed: “You’re not handicapped!” I know the beer helped but I couldn’t take him serious, so I said: “No, but what I just did to that toilet was retarded!”

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