So a wigger and a Prime Minister walk in to a bar.
The wigger says: “I wanted to kill myself because I was addicted to sleeping pills.”
The Prime Minister says: “I drank scotch for breakfast.”
Wigger: “I won Grammy awards.”
Prime Minister: “I won the Nobel Prize.”
Wigger: “I had a hardcore beef with Moby and Insane Clown Posse!”
Prime Minister: “I led the UK through World War II. That’s the one with the Nazis.”
The sexual tension could no longer be ignored, and the Prime Minister fucked the wigger in his tight little wigger ass.