Geordie

Megan and I came across these wonderful signs in a little town just outside the gates of Joshua Tree National Forest.

 I’m wonder if these two places are actually the same place.  

And there is a kid in a wheelchair with a 214 I.Q. who is just a little pissed off about being lumped in with the other kids.

Or they’re rival foundations right across the street from each other. The crippled kids want to toilet paper the retarded kids building, but don’t move very fast. If they get caught by a retarded kid, they’ll have to play patty-cake or get crushed by a “Hulk-Strong-Well-Meaning-Love-Hug-Ice-Cream?”  (or HSWMLHIC? for short).

Or maybe… The “Crippled Childrens Foundation” is a walled compound across the street. A place where they put little boys and girls who’ve received HSWMLHIC?s.
“Hey nurse! I dropped my mentally-challenged, yet ambulatory, daughter off this morning and now she’s in a wheelchair? what gives?!?”
“Why are you asking me if I want ice cream? Oh. you’re talking to that kid.”
“Hey kid. Get away from me. Can’t you see I’m talking to the nice lady here. Go play while the adults–Oh God! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!”

It’s late. I need to get some sleep.