Every red-blooded American man knows the best way to sex ladies is to whisper sweet racisms in their ear. Every red-blooded American man who is Donald Sterling , that is.
"I'm trying to have sex with her. I'm trying to play with her," he says. "You know, if you're trying to have sex with a girl and you're talking to her privately, you don't think anybody's there. You may say anything in the world, what difference does it make?"
And that is the reason -- theonlyreason -- why he seduced his not-mistress V. Stiviano with super-sexy pillow talk about how it bothered him that she was "associating with black people" (oh, baby!), and he purred to her that she didn't have to post pictures of herself "walking with black people" (ooh, so hot!) He is not racist, he is just the world's greatest seducer, and damn, we already need a cigarette.
I was gonna say a migrant Mexican's cantelope calves, but whatever works for you, dude.
Venerable. Wait, that's one too many B's.