Late at night an Indian cabbie picks up a Native American

Late at night an Indian cabbie picks up a Native American wielding a briefcase full of poker chips and sporting a feather headdress. Immediately the passenger notices a retched stench emanating from within the cab. He grunts disapprovingly, embarrassed that his people were ever historically associated with Indians.

Next, a Vietnamese woman gets in the cab. She’s promptly accosted by a pungent stink worse than the rotting raw offal from the dumpster behind a Korean barbeque. Luckily, she has her trusty Hello Kitty surgical mask – which she never leaves home without. She hurriedly wraps it around her face, thus preventing a vomitus disaster.

Deeper into the night, a black man gripping a drooping sack with a dollar sign imprinted on it jumps in the cab and points a glock, square at the driver’s turbaned temple. “DRIVE!” he yells, and after a few wiffs adds, “shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit, n’ roll tha window down B, this shit stank worse than yo momma’s pussy!”.

Having narrowly avoided death, the cabbie finally picks up a white passenger, whom upon entry is utterly surprised to be met by a fragrance of the utmost scented sweetness. His interest piqued, he inquires enthusiastically, “I must say, what is that delightful smell ?”

A wry smile stretches across the cabbie’s face as he replies, “Of course YOU would like it sir; it’s from the dead Indian, gook and nigger in the trunk.”