In the car today;
Grandma: I saw a black squirell the other day.
Dad:Was it from the ghetto?
Grandma: No, but it was fighing with the grey squirrels.
Dad: The grey one's probably called him a Negro.
Grandma: I don't know what it was, but I was just so fascinated by this squirrel.
Dad: Why, was it dancing
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