A way to excuse oneself from conversation when one needs to take a shit; discretely referencing the color of President Obama and his family.
Eight-Foot Cock in Sunglasses: "Whoops, excuse me gents - I'm getting paged by the White House."
Pussy McGee: "I don't get it."
Thirty-Pound Satchel: "He babysits the Obama girls. He's gotta drop 'em off at the pool."
Pussy McGee: "That is some seriously subtle racism."
Thirty-Pound Satchel: "And how."
Blatantly walking into oncoming traffic, especially taxis or other drivers under severe time constraints, with an open palm facing outward and an utter disregard for one's own life, thus forcing the drivers to make the choice between a rage-induced aneurysm or vehicular manslaughter.
Pussy McGee: "Careful, there's a taxi coming!"
Eight-Foot Cock in Sunglasses: "Fuck it, I'll just give 'em a New York Stop Sign."