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Saturday, June 14, 2003
TWO TASTELESS JOKES.
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Here are two tasteless jokes I thought of.
ONE.
I was a member of triple-A, the American Automobile Association, but I just quit. I switched and joined the North American Man Boy Automobile Association. I really just joined NAMBAA because their rates are better, but I was reading some of their literature, and it really makes a lot of sense. I mean, it's just ridiculous that you have to be 18 years old to drive a car in New York. I mean, when you're eight yours old, you could be raped by your uncle. If you're old enough to be anally raped, you're totally old enough to drive a car.
TWO.
Okay, this isn't so much a joke as an idea for the beginning of a sketch, about how African Americans are bothered by security guards in stores. As an African American man walks into a store, there's a white security guard dressed in a black suit, like a secret service agent. As he sees the African American walk in, he talks into a microphone on his shoulder, and loudly says, "Code black! Code black! I repeat, we have a code black!"
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