Good times...
My dad is the funniest motherfucker I know. We're in the living room, he's watching football and I'm attempting to work on my essay. Now you have to understand our relationship before I go into this any further. As much as we wont get along, my dad and I always have these deep, meaningful conversations about our views of the world and shit like that. So there we are, living room, football...when all of the sudden these crazed lunatics in the stands (you know the ones, faces painted, big stupid hats) get up and start screaming like idiots and he goes "You know what I never understood? All of the guys at work are so into football and *their teams* and shit all they do is argue about it all day long. MY team is better than YOUR team, shit like that. The one guy even has a tattoo on his arm for San Francisco. What is that?? MY team. How fucking stupid. I'd like to see what happens when they walk into a party where all the niggers are getting high after the game and go "We won! We beat em guys!" I can see it now. "WE??? There is no fuckin "WE" you cracker. Who the hell are you Whitey?? What the fuck are you doing are you doing? Someone get this clown out of here." By this time I'm laughing so hard I'm in tears. Then he proceeds to tell me it's not about the team, it's not about the sport, it's about the money. "They're just out there for the money. All those big dumb niggers care about is the money" I guess he's a little more racist than I thought. Either way, it was really fucking funny.