SamBally
Dance with me until the sun rises!
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BIGOTED bones are terrible. I had a granddad who suffered. But today’s gammons don’t have a racist bone in them. Here’s why:
Evolution
My great-uncle Horace had a jingoistic femur that got shot to smithereens at the Somme. He was a better person afterwards. But such radical solutions are no longer necessary because we’ve simply evolved not to be racist. For example, I fancy Rihanna.
I don’t see colour
I just don’t even notice colour. If there’s a bone in the eye that makes you think differently about race, I haven’t got it. For example, if everyone I knew was white and I never hired any ethnic minority and didn’t like being in lifts with them, I’d never know.
Some of my best friends know black people
Reg, Alan, Graham and Tony down the Railway Tavern, they’re all white but x-ray them and you won’t find a racist vertebrae. A couple of them know coloured types and they say they’re alright. Tony was born in bloody Rhodesia. I mean come on.
We can take a joke and so should they
Everyone’s different, aren’t they? So jokes about the Irish are no less discriminatory than telling Manesh behind the bar he needs to get home to his six wives. There’s nothing racist about the funnybone. Everyone’s got one, apart from the fucking Germans.
A family moved in next door to me and I sold up and moved, but it was nothing to do them being Asian
I’m sure they were lovely people. Looked lovely, smelled lovely, the lot. It’s just London’s full of them now and half my non-racist mates moved to Southend and I missed their non-racist company. Also, it’s easier to be non-racist when you’re among your own. That’s how it is.
Evolution
My great-uncle Horace had a jingoistic femur that got shot to smithereens at the Somme. He was a better person afterwards. But such radical solutions are no longer necessary because we’ve simply evolved not to be racist. For example, I fancy Rihanna.
I don’t see colour
I just don’t even notice colour. If there’s a bone in the eye that makes you think differently about race, I haven’t got it. For example, if everyone I knew was white and I never hired any ethnic minority and didn’t like being in lifts with them, I’d never know.
Some of my best friends know black people
Reg, Alan, Graham and Tony down the Railway Tavern, they’re all white but x-ray them and you won’t find a racist vertebrae. A couple of them know coloured types and they say they’re alright. Tony was born in bloody Rhodesia. I mean come on.
We can take a joke and so should they
Everyone’s different, aren’t they? So jokes about the Irish are no less discriminatory than telling Manesh behind the bar he needs to get home to his six wives. There’s nothing racist about the funnybone. Everyone’s got one, apart from the fucking Germans.
A family moved in next door to me and I sold up and moved, but it was nothing to do them being Asian
I’m sure they were lovely people. Looked lovely, smelled lovely, the lot. It’s just London’s full of them now and half my non-racist mates moved to Southend and I missed their non-racist company. Also, it’s easier to be non-racist when you’re among your own. That’s how it is.