*phone rings*
sheriff: sheriff white.....this is my private line so this better be good.

waitress: we may have a problem here at the cracker hut.

sheriff: karen zombies aint real......those people were on meth.

waitress: no that's not it......it's a fat ****** here singing.

sheriff: what is he singing??

waitress: proud to be an american.

sheriff: what's the problem with that?

waitress: he's.....he's a ******......they hate this country.

sheriff: fat ****** with a big smile?......look like he needs a bath and a nap?

waitress: yes that's the ******!!!!!

sheriff: that's jason whitlock....he's not a ******....i mean he's black but.

waitress: is he famous because he sounds pretty good.

sheriff: after he's done rub his head and call him one of the good ones.

waitress: i'm gonna get a autograph!!!!!

sheriff: and give him a basket of them biscuits....lots of butter.

waitress: i'm gonna make him something special.
sheriff: dont go getting sweet on that ******....give him the biscuits and throw
his black ass out.