You know as Allen mentioned if you played football or basketball or some sport there were always stuff said amongst guys that would just shock a PC person.
I recall one day in the Air Force (was in Denver) a group of us decided to BBQ out at Cherry Creek or whatever it was. Just a lot of drinking, and red meat I don’t recall the weather being nice enough to swim or anything. Toss the football etc. In this little group was a black guy, an italian, a jew, a large jawed (like Jay Leno) Irish guy with a Mc-Name, and myself. As the beer started flowing the guys really start to fvck with one another. It’s like every joke was a play on every stereotype you can imagine. Christ I laughed so hard that day my ribs hurt. I recall us even peer pressuring to the jewish guy to try some pork once he was good and lit up. Go-GO-GO and he finally wolfed it down (which caused the rest of us to have to shotgun some more beers).
At least on that day if you wanted to make Guinea cracks it was fair game. Same for Mick’s, Jews, etc. However we were all a bit more careful about the black guy. Interestingly his name was Freeman and about the only real ribbing he took was “I’m a Free man” type stuff. Maybe some watermelon/chicken stuff, but there was definitely a lot less use of racial expletives. It wasn’t a fighting thing he was not a fighter at all, just a good example of where even when each guy got to hear the most vile thing about his background, nobody dared utter the “N” word. Guinea, Dago, Kike, Hook-Nose, Mick etc. were all fair play. I was German/Welsh/Italian/mutt so it was kind of hard to rip me for anything except being from the land of the mullet.
