Long Live Political Incorrectness!
My friend Lindsay told me about a book she was reading called: I Can't Believe You Asked That!
Apparently, this book takes all of the politically incorrect questions you can think of and asks them of the actual group: white, black, gay, straight, male, female and all combinations of ethnicities, genders/sexual orientations, etc. Nothing is taboo.
One of them, struck me as funny: "Why do all white people (and their houses) smell like wet chickens?"
First off, I don't think I smell like a wet chicken. I know my house doesn't.
So I asked my Chocolate Girlfriend here at work. "Do I smell like a wet chicken? Do all white people?"
She turns to me with a quizzical look and said, "I don't think so. But I'm half white and half black, so maybe I'm not the person you should ask."
I said, "I wonder what YOU smell like then..."
She laughed and said, "Maybe a mix of wet chicken and fried chicken?"
God, I love her.
Apparently, this book takes all of the politically incorrect questions you can think of and asks them of the actual group: white, black, gay, straight, male, female and all combinations of ethnicities, genders/sexual orientations, etc. Nothing is taboo.
One of them, struck me as funny: "Why do all white people (and their houses) smell like wet chickens?"
First off, I don't think I smell like a wet chicken. I know my house doesn't.
So I asked my Chocolate Girlfriend here at work. "Do I smell like a wet chicken? Do all white people?"
She turns to me with a quizzical look and said, "I don't think so. But I'm half white and half black, so maybe I'm not the person you should ask."
I said, "I wonder what YOU smell like then..."
She laughed and said, "Maybe a mix of wet chicken and fried chicken?"
God, I love her.
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