A Recipe For Disaster, Part 2

(I am waiting for my girlfriend to get ready for our date at her house, and I find a note card.)

Me: “Hey! Why do you have a note card that says ‘Racism’ on it?”

Girlfriend: “I have no idea. Where did you find it?”

Me: “On your desk.” *turns the card over* “OH MY GOD!”

Girlfriend: “What?”

Me: “There is a recipe on the back! I HAVE FOUND THE RECIPE FOR RACISM!”

Girlfriend: “What the h*** are you talking about?”

Me: “Apparently, racism is one box of raspberries, one tablespoon of lemon juice, and half a cup of sugar, and some water.”

Girlfriend: “That sounds like raspberry sorbet.”

Me: “The most racist of all desserts… I knew it!”

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