An Indian arrives in Toronto all excited; he stops the first person he meets. “Good day, Mr. Canadian, thank you to accept me in your nice country, and…”
The person interrupts and says: “I no Canadian, I Chinese.”
The Indian continues on his way and meets another passer-by. “Thank you, Mr. Canadian for to let my family and me stay here…”
Again, he is interrupted before finishing his sentence.
“Sorry, chap, I’m not a Canadian. I’m British.”
The Indian continues on his way and meets another passer-by. “Mr. Canadian, me thank you for hospitality you give…”
“Yao, don’t you see that I am a nigga MOFO? I am African, dymn not Canadian.”
He goes a little farther and meets another Canadian and greets him, “Thank you for letting me come to your beautiful country.”
“I’m not a Canadian, I’m a Pilipino.”
“But,” answers the Indian distressed, “where are the Canadians?”
The Pilipino looks at his watch and says, “Probably at work.”
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