Not me but my aunt & uncle...
My mom grew up in south Florida, in the sixties with a very dark complexion. My aunt and uncle used to tell her she was an illegal Cuban baby left on the doorstep by dirty communists. They had her convinced that communism was a genetic trait, and because she was born of dirty communists, it was only a matter of time before the federal authorities showed up and hauled her away.
It wasn't really bad until my uncle decided to to take the joke further and call the police station to tell them that they had an illegal Cuban living in their house.

Cue police swarming my grandparents home, demanding papers for my 7 year old sobbing mother and a very long talking to for my Uncle Dale.
To this day you still can't joke with my mother about communism, she didn't talk to me for three weeks after I declared Russian history as my major.
(blackkatt82 likes cheese!, Sat 13 Dec 2008, 1:58, 1 reply)

Is your uncle's last name
McCarthy?
( Grokthought wouldn't pay that for Chinese 5-Spice, Sat 13 Dec 2008, 9:18, closed)