"A man from Kenya, Africa, came to visit his friend in New York. I just flew in yesterday, the African man said, and boy are my arms tired. His New York friend looked at him and said, um, that's kind of an old joke here in America. It's not really funny. Joke, the African man said, I've been holding my hands in the air saying don't shoot me ever since I came to this country. But it's not funny. But it's funny."