When I was a pup in high school, two of my best friends were a Hispanic kid named Rick and a Jewish kid named Mike. They introduced themselves as Rick the Sp** and Mike the Ki**, respectively. We thought it would be cool to get a Black classmate in our group. He expressed disappointment that his first name didn't rhyme with Ni**** so we bought him one of those little tubs of Kentucky Fried Chicken. He looks at us and says "Thanks, guys. But where's the damn watermelon? "
Yeah, that was about the time Blazing Saddles came out, a movie the PC crowd wouldn't allow us to make today.
That was hilarious.