Let me start us off with a racist joke, okay?

So a Kurdish man goes to the doctor.

This is a real joke in Iraq with.

A Kurdish man goes to the doctor.

He's like, doctor, every time I drink tea, my eye hurts.

And he's like, oh, is that so?

He's like, yeah, every time.

I don't know why it happens.

So the doctor goes and he's like, hmm, let's investigate.

So he makes him a cup of tea. Or he provides him the ingredients and stuff to make a cup of tea. He's like, make

a cup of tea. So the guy takes the tea bag, he puts the sugar, he gets the cup, he puts the hot water

and he puts a spoon and he puts a spoon and he sters, but he keeps a spoon in. And I was like, doctor says the Kurdish guy lifts the cup to his face. Then the stupid fucking spoon pokes him in the eye.

He's like, yeah, you're a dog.

And the entire butt of the joke is that he's Kurdish.

Casual niche racism.

It's perfect.

Like every, every, every non-American joke requires.

An American cannot exist because of context.

I need you to correct me.

Is this Yugoslav joke, is this Macedonians or Chenahara?

What do they call?

Senagora, yeah, the Montenegrans.

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