Today in my Psychology class we were talking about how our memory works, or something like that. I can’t remember. But out of nowhere, our professor asked us how many of us remembered Jenny’s number. I immediately knew what she meant, and all the rest of the whitey’s knew too. We were able to recall the number as soon as she asked. But the other half of the class, which happened to be not white, had no idea what we were talking about. Our professor tried to explain it to them, but they just couldn’t understand. So to try to teach them about our white culture, she had one of my classmates play the song.
…and then we got roasted. Basically told us that everything we love sucks, and us white folk will never, ever, EVER, have anything cool of our own.
They’re probably not wrong. I may be down, but I am not out. I will always lack athletic ability, I will always be way too drunk at a cookout at 1 in the afternoon, I will always enjoy talking about the weather, I will always be way too passionate over my favorite MLB team (Let’s Go Reds!), and I WILL ALWAYS KNOW JENNY’S NUMBER! Because I am white and I’m proud!