Retar

No, that's not a type for retard.  It's retar.  I'll explain why in just a moment.

I was at a gathering yesterday.  It was kind of an awkward gathering because the dynamics were weird.  The conversation was not flowing naturally.  Looking for a conversation topic that would not ignite WWIII nor cause any other family hostility that does not need to be inflamed, I started talking about growing up in the 1970's.  Think about it.  We played with:  toxic waste (slime), had lead paint, did not wear helmets, played outside unsupervised, ate chemicals (McDonald's and other fast food), did not wear seatbelts....you get the hint.

That got the conversation going and people started to loosen up a bit.  We all started to laugh at all the not-so-PC things that happened in the 1970's that would not happen today.  One guy in the group, who has always been kind of a goof-ball, chimed in.  He said, "When I was a kid growing up in San Francisco we would pick the tar out of the cracks in the road and chew on them."

Really????  He ate TAR???

I could not help but call him a RETAR.