If there is one thing i get tired of hearing is that when it comes to Little Donny and me, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree which is terrible as my son and i couldn't be any further apart.
He lies but i was as honest as the day is long although my saying i was the son of a Swedish immigrant who turned out to be German was a sales manoeuvre, i was trying to buy some land from some Swedes so wanted them to feel i was one of them, dang, in my time i've pretended to be Japanese, Chinese and one time i was even a 17 year old peasant girl from Estonia which wasn't easy considering i had a moustache like a particularly hairy walrus.
Turning to the accusations of racism against my little Donny, he never got that from me because i was as anti-racist as the next guy, the pity was the guy i was stood next to was the Grand Wizard of the Klu Klux Klan at a meeting where i was busted for wearing Klan costume and dancing around a burning cross and inciting a riot.
The part in the agreement with the estate agency renting out the shoddy apartments that read 'not to rent to blacks' and to 'decrease the number of black tenants by encouraging them to locate housing elsewhere' was just an unfortunate typo.
Finally, i was a businessman and like my rotund offspring, we sometimes had to bend the rules a little to get what we wanted and what i really wanted was to spirit away $3.5 of Government money, they called it illegal profiteering and stealing money from the state, i called it fraud and tax evasion, but you say tomato, i say tuck this away out of sight of the IRS Donny.
So hopefully i have proved i'm not a racist or liar who partook in stealing money from others and i am as clean as the next man, just that the man happens to be my very own little, chubby Donny.
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