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Randal Graves: Since when did "porch monkey" suddenly become a racial slur?
Dante Hicks: When ignorant racists started saying it a hundred years ago.
Randal Graves: Oh bullshit. My grandmother used to call me a 'Porch monkey' all the time when I was a kid because I'd sit on the porch and stare at my neighbors.
Dante Hicks: Despite the fact that your grandmother might've used it as a term of endearment for you, it's still a racial slur. It'd be like your grandmother calling you a little kike.
Randal Graves: No it is not. Plus my grandmother had nothing but the upmost respect for the Jewish community. When I was a kid, she'd always tell me to treat the Jewish kids well or they'd put the sheeny curse on me.
Dante Hicks: WHAT THE ****, MAN?
Randal Graves: What?
Dante Hicks: Sheeny is a racial slur, too!
Randal Graves: No it is not.
Dante Hicks: Yes, it is!
Randal Graves: Well, she never called any Jews "sheeny," she just used to say "sheeny curse" a lot. It was cute.
Dante Hicks: It wasn't cute! It was racist!
Randal Graves: I disagree, man, she was just an oldtimer. That's the way people talked back then. Didn't mean they were racist... But my grandmother did refer to a broken bottle once as a "****** knife."
[
Dante stares in horror]
Randal Graves: You know, come to think of it, my grandmother *was* kind of a racist.
Dante Hicks: YOU THINK?
[
a bunch of cops and fireman run into Mooby's and see the "interspecies erotica"]
Fireman: What the ****?
[
the donkey brays as the Police Officer sees Randal's "Porch Monkey 4 Life" shirt]
Officer: [
shouting] PORCH MONKEY?
Randal Graves: Oh, no no, it's cool, I'm taking it back.