No they don't. Seriously.

HO HO HO...IT'S THE 5396TH RENDERING OF THE "OUT OF IT OFAY" JOKE. AND YOU KNOW WHAT? IT'S JUST AS FUNNY NOW AS IT WAS IN 1966 WHEN IT WAS FIRST FRAMED BY A ONE MR. ABRAHAM CHARLES, MARCY APARTMENTS, NEW YORK CITY, NY. WHICH IS TO SAY: VERY. NOT.

You see no one has their hands more tightly wound on po-mo sensibility and humor than we do and we understand the snarky impulse to tilt at all kinds of windmills racial and otherwise. But, it is our deeply held sentiment, IF your humor doesn't stand the extreme possibility of drawing you and everyone around you into a street brawl, well, it's not really very funny now, is it?

Case in point: Tormenting redneck TIM RUNYON from Kentucky says to our own CORNHOLIO "Now see, my old grandmother wouldn't even let you or any other nigra up on the porch for a cup of water even if you were DYING of thirst."

To which CORNHOLIO responds: "Yeah. I can see your old grandmother now...corncob pipe, army boots and a jug with three X's on it...yeah. Dancing around with a banjo...and if my memory serves me correctly...a big fat load of my jiz in her keyhole-shaped nostrils."

And then it got very, very, very quiet as the powerlifting redneck turned three shades of red and teetered on the edge of trying to keep from killing CORNHOLIO who just stood there smiling, with his hand inside his waistband holding god knows what and sort of gently murmuring "Load...Chin...good ol' ball juggling Granny. Yup...."

Now THIS is funny. This site however? Not nearly so much.

HEIL HITLER!!!