you certainly are not alone!
there's a group of retared people that help straighten out the shelves in the grocery store i work in; the best part about it is that the woman who takes care of them is a SMOKING hot milf in her 50's who is soon to be a grandmother!
There's this little short fat guy named Huffy that goes to Miller's (where we go for our heavy metal karaoke/beer bender fix) and he gets up and sings GIRLS GIRLS GIRL, while air humping. Only he doesn't sing, he just makes a lot of noises and yells a lot. He also did BEAT IT and screamed BEAAATT IT BEEEEAAAAT IT BEAAATTT ITTT over and over. He also asked Jon if I was his girlfriend once. I threw up in my mouth a little bit.
...it's during things like this that I begin to suspect I am being SET UP to go to hell because there is no fucking way I can't laugh at that.
