I have no idea what that refers to, and frankly, I'm afraid to go find out. Although I suppose it's possible that it's in the same vein as Baba Rum Raisin in mid-70's National Lampoon, in which case I'd be disappointed to miss it.
I was thinking about my sense of humor today, and how it has gotten me in more trouble more regularly than I'd care to admit to. I was raised on MAD, National Lampoon, Richard Pryor, Woody Allen, Mel Brooks and Michael O'Donoghue. Nothing is sacred. Everything is fair game. Most of the people I know don't think that way.
Last night I read an interview with Mel Brooks. Part of it was about the difficulty in getting Blazing Saddles released. They showed it to the studio heads, and one of them recommended eating the costs and never releasing it. They persuaded the Heads to have a showing that evening for studio employees. Brooks said that the line, "Dock that Chink a day's pay for napping on the job!" started an avalanche of laughter that didn't let up, and they were convinced that it could be released.
Where did those people go?
Fuck 'em. I blame society.