I'm a Caucasian gangster with an MBA, a Honda

I'm a Caucasian gangster with an MBA, a Honda Civic, a bad attitude and a worse haircut. I bump loud gangsta rap and roll up my windows when I see black people. If you want to step

you may, but please don't confront me. As a Caucasian gangster with an MBA, I don't actually like confrontation. In fact, I go through a lot of serious lengths to avoid it.

..which is how I got the idea for my newest venture: Gangsta Camp. At Gangsta Camp, you can master essential skills like the art of baggy pants-wearing, how to talk unintelligibly,

saying words like "wicked", "sick", "in the club" and "bro" you can learn a lot at Gangsta Camp as an introductory offer into the camp you can win exclusive entry by carrying out

a case of Patron from the liquor store & bringing it back to the Gangsta Camp bonfire. You have to wear your doo-rag & a giant gold dollar sign necklace to pass inspection. Gangsta

He tried getting surgery to get it removed, but whenever he said a word with the letter 'S' everyone would make fun of him. This left him lonely and without friends.

"I'm so sad," he complained, as the others cried with laughter. He began to get irritated at this point. "So sorry I amuse you sots!" More laughter. "I'm being sarcastic!" he yelle

d. The laughing had now become multiple gurgles and grunts as their funny bones all exploded a shitload more explosive than the last time I saw a spate of funny bone explosions.

And THAT is why the funny bone isn't funny...at all...in fact, back in '79, after the previously bad spate of funny bone explosions, MDs called funny bones...Funny Booms..no shit!