My younger cousin, Michael, who is brown, kind of like me.
And me. I am a lighter shade of brown, but still brown.
Both of us are driving to my house. And discussing girls.
MICHAEL: So, do white girls really like brown boys?
MICHAEL: So do you think they'll like me?
ME: Sure they will. It's like this. All these girls around here have had their whole lives is white bread.
|White Bread - Not knockin' it.|
ME: And then, along comes some... say... marbled rye, and they're like 'Ooh! I like that!'
|Marbled Rye - Different. Not better, but different. And therefore...|
ME: We have a total advantage.
MICHAEL: That's what I like.
ME: Now, if you were BLACK, then you'd have an even better advantage. Black boys are like gold around here.
|Just ask my friend Chris. Girls swarm that guy. It's totally unfair.|
ME: It's true. The girls around here go crazy for black boys.
MICHAEL (a little bummed) : It's too bad we're not black.
ME: Yeah man. Seriously. But you can't have everything.