My father-in-law told me a story once:
He was sitting at the breakroom table at his factory job, eating his lunch and shooting the shit. There's about five or six guys sitting there and just talking about the weather, the news, and whatever. All of a sudden, out of nowhere the weird, crazy, old-coot of the bunch blurted out, "I once screwed a n**ger in the ass in Firestone parking lot." Needless to say, the rest of the lunch hour was silent and spent playing cards.
