It's so very acceptable:
- to sing Elvis Presley's "Hound Dog" to Churro while he just stares at me blankly. "You said you was high class, but that was just a lie!" I don't think Churro likes me insulting him very much.
- to proclaim, "Hey! They're playing the lesbian song!" when sitting in a cafe listening to a live singer strum the first chords of "Come to My Window." You know, cause Melissa Etheridge sang it. I'll never be politically correct.
- to say, "Complimenting a Mexican on his hot sauce collection is the way to his heart." I'll REALLY never be politically correct.
- to blame all my un-PC ways on South Park.