Last night at one of New York's precinct houses, two officers of the peace were discussing O.J. Simpson's latest troubles. One was black (PO1) , the other white (The White One).

PO 1: The Juice is gonna FRY!
The White One: Naw, man.
PO 1: You guys have been trying to get him since '95!
The White One: Naw, something is fishy. The guy he threatened is a felon so you know he's not a straight A-student.
PO 1: Hey, look at that lady! [He points to a very attractive woman.] I put her husband in jail. But she can visit any time she wants! She's looking fine! They call me Black Mambo because you never know where I'm gonna come from. Hey company! [He's pointing at me.] You didn't hear that, right?
Me: No, sir.
PO 1: That's right. You didn't hear shit. The juice is gonna fry!