I have a black son...he's not African American (He's never been to Africa)...He's not "of color", he's just black. When he was younger he wanted to be white, but he's over that now...so he's black. Having a black son has presented some prime opportunities for somone like me. I have found when people would ask stupid questions, I would give stupid answers.
"Why no Mr. Waiter, that black little boy in the stroller sitting next to us isn't ours, and you're right, someone just left him"....friggen moron.
"Nooooo Ms. Wal-Mart peon...he isn't a mongoloid...you fucking retard...now can I please see a manager?"
Stupid questions...stupid answers.
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