in a wheelchair
You illiterate moron, someone else described me as being “picked on”. I never described myself that way.
You have every right to feel picked on. You are being picked on. However, that’s what the pit is for. As you already know…
“Illiterate moron”? Your response to that person was: “Holy shit yes”.
“Are you still getting picked on, Jamie?”
“Holy shit yes, worse than ever.”
You may not have said you were in those exact words, but you did ascribe to yourself the state of being picked on through agreement with her question.
May I direct your attention to post 478? 
Is there really any point to correcting people like this? “Handicapped” isn’t even a pejorative or disparaging in any way, like some words that have gone through the euphemism treadmill.
And it’s “handi-capable” anyway.
Eww! I hope that was a whoosh. That’s even worse than “differently able”.
I’m not just sure, I’m HIV positive!
You probably won’t believe me, but no, I’m not the one who posted on your facebook. I only have one account, and that’s not it. (I’m not about to risk my account starting another one)
BTW, if you think this is “Holy shit yes, worse than ever,” you need to search some Pit threads past. I’d say this is pretty tame.
For real. Even if he managed to land safely, there’s a chance the wheels could probably slip back, I would imagine, and land him on his head. Plus the chair itself swinging around like that could hit someone in the head.
(The guy on the left looks like, “Uh, maybe this isn’t such a hot idea.”)
I LOL’ed
Why are you laughing!? The man has a disease!!!
He can sue me.
I’ve always said that if I ever had any sort of physical problem, be it from illness, accident, or whatever, I would insist on being referred to as crippled. Just to piss people off.
Rhymer Rules prohibit me from assaulting women, and thus this post forced me to go out and slap a completely innocent Hungarian. I hope you’re happy.
“Hey, Lurk, what’s going on with your face, did you have a bad reaction to some shellfish or something?”
“I got stung by a bee…and I prefer to be called crippled dammit.”
That’s how my dad does it. He’s got a wooden leg and sometimes I have to remember when I go out in public that other people don’t like to hear it called “the crip spot.”