I use to work with a very cool guy named Little Daddy. He was a short thin (fit thin) black guy big on personality.
One morning we were in the Snack Shack, I got a clear plastic bottle of milk and so did Little Daddy.
We were standing in line and he looked down at his chocolate milk then over at my regular milk and said "WHAT IS THIS?"
"A RACIAL THING?"
I died, I laugh loud anyway but he really got me good, I was crying in laughter. Good ol' Little Daddy, he was fun to work with.
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