I told him that (no) thanks to Abe Lincoln, daddys are no longer allowed to buy little baby nigras for their children. He wept bitterly at this, and I tried to soothe him by suggesting a more intelligent and better smelling pet. At this point' he was in a full blown tantrum. I brieflyconsidered caning the boy, for I do love him so, but something stayed my hand. "Look,son", I told him, "nigras are cute when they are young, but those things grow into rip snorting over-sexed bucks in no time at all. Even if secular law allowed me to buy you one, I would never be able to afford its Crack habit."
In spite of the logic of my argument, I immediately began to think of ways I could get my hands on a young nigra. My wife sure could use some extra help in the kitchen, I rationalized....
I considered adopting one, but I can't stomach the thought of a blackie using my surname, even if it is a mere formality. Maybe I should just get him a spider monkey after all...sigh...
In spite of the logic of my argument, I immediately began to think of ways I could get my hands on a young nigra. My wife sure could use some extra help in the kitchen, I rationalized....
I considered adopting one, but I can't stomach the thought of a blackie using my surname, even if it is a mere formality. Maybe I should just get him a spider monkey after all...sigh...






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