"Ah, I'm afraid you don't understand..." Porky said, sheepishly, "It had nothing to do with culture or race or anything like that...anthropologically, they were exactly the same as me. Let me explain in simpler terms...the Magypsies were essentially a race of dumpy, middle-aged men, complete with five-o-clock shadow and male pattern baldness that insisted on wearing lipstick, mascara, and stuff like that. On top of that, they wore the most garish outfits, like...bright pink leotards and feather boas..."
Porky turned to the side and coughed.
"It really has to be seen to be understood completely, I suppose," Porky said, "Again, though, I apologize."
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"Ah, I'm afraid you don't understand..." Porky said, sheepishly, "It had nothing to do with culture or race or anything like that...anthropologically, they were exactly the same as me. Let me explain in simpler terms...the Magypsies were essentially a race of dumpy, middle-aged men, complete with five-o-clock shadow and male pattern baldness that insisted on wearing lipstick, mascara, and stuff like that. On top of that, they wore the most garish outfits, like...bright pink leotards and feather boas..."
Porky turned to the side and coughed.
"It really has to be seen to be understood completely, I suppose," Porky said, "Again, though, I apologize."