It reminds of a very politically incorrect joke I heard some time ago.

Two coloured gentlemen from an unsavoury part of New York saw part of a programme on hunting on Channel 3million one day anf thought that it looked to be jolly fun. After all they had the essential equipment, guns and a pick up truck, so they headed on out to the backwoods. Being city boys and somewhat unsure of hunting etiquette they found that the use of the car horn and lights, not to mention automatic gun fire, attracted the attention of a game warden. The warden was not unduly fazed by hunters wearing purple shell suits and dayglo orange trainers wielding machine guns, he just wanted to sell them a hunting permit, which he did and sent them on their way.

Our two friends set off again and were soon blasting at everything in sight. Eventually they managed to down a racoon (they thought it was some kind of deer)and following what they'd seen other hunters do, they tied it to the bonnet of the pick up. Proudly displaying their trophy they started to drive out of the park and met the warden again. The warden spots the trophy and is just about to comment on it when one of the hunters asks the warden to tell them what kind of deer it is they've shot. The warden scratches his head and shuffles his feet for a minute, looks at our friends and says 'what you shot is half the name we call you folks around here' and walks off. The two coloured gentlemen look at each other in bewilderment for a moment until, suddenly, the penny drops and they shout at each other in unison 'hey man, we just shot us a motherfucker'.

I'm sure Bobert could tell it better.