(On an ordinary Saturday afternoon, Liver Chick and Boy Toy are walking the neighborhood, enjoying the wonderful weather in the valley. They suddenly walk by a cotton field close to their home.)
Liver Chick: I should pick some cotton.
Boy Toy: What did you just say?
Liver Chick: I said I should pick some cotton. I want to spin some into yarn. The harvest is over, so what’s left is free for the taking.
(Boy Toy takes Liver Chick by the arm and holds her hand up to her face.)
Boy Toy: Honey, do you see what color you are?
Liver Chick: Yes. I’m black. So?
Boy Toy: Right. Which means you can’t pick cotton.
Liver Chick: Well that’s not fair. It shouldn’t matter what color I am. I’m allowed to pick cotton.
Boy Toy: Yes dear. And I’m sure your ancestors who went through 500 years of slavery being forced to pick cotton would be so proud to see you picking cotton now.
Liver Chick: Just because I’m black doesn’t mean I shouldn’t be allowed to pick cotton.
Boy Toy: I bet there is some confederate slave owner rolling in his grave right now hearing you say that.
Liver Chick: Why should I have to order my cotton from some online company when there is some perfectly good and free cotton right around the corner from my house?
(Boy Toy stops and puts his hands on Liver Chick’s shoulders)
Boy Toy: Honey, you can’t pick cotton. Remember, then whole slavery thing? The civil rights movement? We shall overcome? Free at last, free at last, thank God almight we are free at last? Blacks don’t pick cotton anymore.
Liver Chick: So, if I was any other color but black, I could pick cotton?
Boy Toy: Yes.
Liver Chick: Well that’s just racist.
Boy Toy: I seriously doubt the NAACP would support you in fighting that case. Sorry honey, but you just can’t pick cotton.
Liver Chick: But I want to pick it! You can just stand here and watch while I pick some.
Boy Toy: Are you crazy!?! Yes honey, let’s have me, the Hitler-baby-looking-white-boy stand here and watch a black girl pick cotton. Every civil rights group will be at our door tomorrow ready to kick my ass. I can see the front page of Yahoo.com now- White man makes his black wife pick cotton, Slavery alive and well in Arizona.
Liver Chick: Just be my look-out. No one will find out. I’ll just take a little. Please honey. Please!
(Boy Toy looks around and checks to make sure no one is looking)
Boy Toy: Okay, pick some quick.
(Liver Chick snatches a few pieces of cotton off the broken cotton plants and admires the pieces in her hands)
Boy Toy: Don’t stop to look at it, hurry up and hide it before someone sees you. I swear woman, if I get lynched for this I’m coming back as a ghost and haunting you.
(Liver Chick gives Boy Toy a hug and a kiss on the lips)
Liver Chick: Thank you honey. I love you.
Boy Toy: Great, when the guys ask me at work what I did this weekend I can tell them I took my wife out cotton picking.
Liver Chick: Just tell then we were roll-playing.
Boy Toy: Oh yes, we like to play slave and master all the time. It really turns my wife on.
Liver Chick: Yeah, we’re kinky like that.
(Liver Chick and Boy Toy continue there walk. Liver Chick makes a mental note to start taking night walks in order to pick more cotton.)