Chris Driscoll's "The Tricks of How to get Black Girls to Love You"
Mr. Driscoll has long been known as a lady killer, but it was his ability to get the Afro-American females on his side which made him a legend. Many students studied Mr. Driscoll's techniques and became BMOC's. First lesson in this class: never use the term "BMOC" or the likes thereof; only dorks would say that...it was a trick and I hope you caught it. Here are some more of the basics.1. Never act URBAN: you will only be laughed at and no one likes a phony.
2. Find a fashion niche and exploit it; Chris was known for plaid golf pants, progeny of Chris were known to buy crazy tight shirts from Savers or wear bowling shoes with taps on them.
3. Sing them songs by groups such as Jodeci, H-Town (not O-Town), or any song with sufficient sexual innuendo which would make them say "X person, you so carazy!"
4. Always dance as white as possible. Even if you have rhythm and know how to dance do not dance!!! Once you set the bar really high there is the possibility you might not meet it. You will be ushered away as fast as possible.
5. Use horrible pick up lines that will again make them say, "X person, you so carazy!"
6. Use their huge football playing boyfriends as props for jokes, no matter how big they are or how easily they could crush you. E.g., "Hey Devin Simon, you play football right?" "Yes." "What is your number?" "56." "No, I mean your phone number." He might give you a look like he is going to kill you, but he is laughing inside while his girlfriend laughs aloud.
7. Do something well that the African-Americans are known, stereotypically, to do well. i.e., Basketball, singing, playing the drums. They will love you for it.
8. Play open and public pranks on other students. For example, while ditching class, get the biggest brown paper sack you can find, and fill it full of something to make it appear full. On the outside write "From Mom...I love you soooo much." Walk into an oblivious friends classroom. Announce that your friend forgot his lunch at home and his Mom wanted him to get it so he wouldn't go hungry. Make sure the whole class sees the lunch sack and what it says. Hillarity ensues.
9. After school drive your car really slow and low as possible past the part of the parking lot where the African-Americans park. Blast either some hard core gangsta rap or go to the other extreme and blast Celine Dion or the likes thereof. Celine Dion usually turns more heads and gets more laughs.
10. When drinking any thing in a container and there is a little left sacrifice the remaming liquid and pour it out while singing, "I tip my forty to your memory."
Testimonials
I went from Pin head to Prom King - Cameron Steele
I used to wear an eye patch for heaven's sake - Taylor Oblad
I was big boned but I am still loved - Cody Evans
I have fire red hair, skinny legs, and freckles for Pete's Dragon's sake - Jono
I have yellow skin and horrible allergy problems but the sistas love me - Matt H.
35 comments:
You failed to mention my tremendous asthma.
I'm assuming I should probably not be sending items with my kids to school that have my own personal expressions of love/doodles on them. I'm also assuming that my husband thought all of these were hilarious...possibly because he's of the black persuasion. Kudos, Chris Driscoll, it appears you still "got it".
*tips a 40 to your mem'ry*
True facts. Although I am confused what makes a black guy like a white girl. None of those things could apply. Don't say the booty cause that is a give in. In my case it was because I was one of the smarter girls in class that wasn't completely ugly. They thought I would give them answers. They were wrong, so they would just try to be my partner. Alli, what is it? I would ask Stacey L., but she doesn't read this site. *Vinnie doesn't count as a black person, so he may not be included in anyones answer.
Also, I don't know that I EVER saw Matt around, engaging, or affiliating with any person of color. Did that happen after we graduated? Personally, if the rumors are true, I think it must be the asthma that got them. They must have thought the barage of coughing was your white mans attempt a beat boxing.
Matt was, as were a selct few of us, an honorary Omega Gent. His name was The Lone Ranger if I remember correctly.
Nice.
OMEGA PSI PHI - RAGH!
I still have the dog tags to prove it. Let the record also show that I was the treasurer for the "Human Relations" Club and not only did I co-MC'd the Black History Program but I also performed. What-what!
Impressive. I did always think that you pulled the plaid pants off almost as nicely as Mr. Driscoll. I would have liked to have seen that performance. I must have missed it because I was too busy falling asleep to a Jim Brickman impersonation at the Steel home.
ew Kjersten you tripped out with the J.B. impersonation at the Steele home. Also, what makes a brown boy like a white girl? I asked Mike and he said it was definately my dance moves and the way I said the smart words...am I right Dynobags??!?! Can I get a whutwhut?!? Reach for it!!!
KJ it was your two pair of boys socks scrunched down... that's a dead give away. Oh and I can do a mean impersonation of Richard Marx, hair and all.
Matt and I were leading performers of a very special dance routine the the brothas call stepp'n. It was Matt, Jono, and lots-o-bretheren of color. (note: Jared Stuart was there, but...yeah)
There was also another occasion when Matt and I rode to a football game in my slammed gangsta impala and as we exited the car a brotha exclaimed, "Ya'll are pimps". This, in my opinion, was a clear acceptance into the black culture.
was that the car that had the fantastic hydraulics and the red ribbon drug free antenna/boa?
No, that might have been Mark's car.
That druggie I was paired up with for senior homecoming (Mario??) called me and asked me out. TERRIFIED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!....I was. (This was the summer after). I said okay, hung up the phone, and had my sister Rachel call back and call it off because I was too chicken. He said I was sexy and would come and stare at me practice the violin 5th period through the orchestra door all the time with his red glowing eyes. FREAKY. I am no sure why that black guy liked this white chick.Plus I am positive his girlfriend would have killed me.
Yikes Stacey!!!
Jono, CHEY TOWN STEPPAS!!! Whutwhut! I agree that the pimp comment was acceptance fo show!
Alli, that must have been it for me...the smart words. That's all I got 'cause you know I wasn't still wearing the double decker socks!
1 - Stacey..."Enjoyed your Yoda impression I did, Yes."
2 - The Summer after Senior Year you said OK to a date with someone? Why I ought'a. Weren't we still...Sorry I accidently slipped into my Deloreon, went 88 mph, and the plutonium generated the 1.21 Gigwatts of power to send be back to 1997. H2O under the bridge. I don't know why but Nate should be mad.
3 - I had known Mario since the 1st grade. He was cool until High School, then he went crazay. Sad story because he really was a nice kid.
4 - The comment above could be said about 79.656% of Cheyenne students.
5 - Jim Brickman...Hardy Harr. Remember gathering around to sing Les Miserables songs, and Cam thinking vibrato was called "ruffles"; that was when he was your boyfriend KJ. Good times. Mmmmm shoes are great.
Shoes are great and Thank You for coming preparedness!
(Uh, the "summer after", as in a week or two before I was getting ready to leave to BYU. If I remember correctly we were going our more seperate ways to different colleges.)
Wow...akward!
No it is not. Fine let's stop this topic immediately, too. (Wow, I am bossy).
I'm starting a band.
We will be called: Smitty's Mooseknuckley Buldge.
Also-we are gonna need some cloggers.
I took clogging at BYU 10 years ago...I think I'm pretty good. I did my final dance (that I choreographed myself) to MC Hammer's "It's All Good". Yes...I got an A+
To Stacey's defense we did "go our seperate ways" in June right after graduation. Most people weren't aware of that.
Taylor- I hate to butt in, but this brings back memories of you and I sitting in English Lit class gloating about dating the "Most Attractive" people in the Senior Class. Yeah for us!
Oh that is right, Taylor and I did date once.
by the way is that Brenda Baby?
Brenda that story reminds me of another story where I put chewed gum in Candice's hand while she was taking a nap during class. Hillarity ensued when she awoke to some sticky substance in her hand. Later she had a jar of jelly beans. I opened the jar took a mouth full, spit them back into the jar, and then shook the bottle around. Man, I was a punk in the high school...especially to her, never to the Brenda though because she was a Tobler Tiger. I miss ya girl.
Jono- Brenda baby is correct!
Taylor- you are pretty funny. I have a great picture of us on Pajama Day- man those Cheyenne Homecoming Week planners were clever! Miss you too!
PS- youre in SD, me too. Lets do lunch.
Hey Brenda! How did you find everyone? I miss you!
Tara- Funny story actually- I have a psycho ex-boyfriend (i know...weird) who googled my name and found it on Tiffany's page. When he showed me I looked around and became addicted to this blog, and here I am. Miss you too!
Brenda, the reason why Tara is asking how you found us is, she and lots of others have done there best to hide from you. Tara in specific has been sending out monthly updates on her covert operation. I personally never took part because you are our Brenda Baby. Oh, and by the way, I still have nightmares of you wanting to hold my hand so bad that you would tape my fingers down.
I'm sure Tara didn't mean any harm, but I don't doubt that many people have tried to hide from me nor do I blame them.
...and I doubt they're nightmares.
hee hee!...Hi Brenda.
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