My mother would always get powdered milk. I hated it, but when we ran out, my brother and I would substitute nondairy creamer. What the hell is nondairy creamer? I once asked the guy at the grocery store. I was like, 'You know, what is nondairy...
My father refused to turn up the heat because the body had its own heating mechanism: shivering. He'd say, 'I see your teeth are chattering. You know what that is? Heat. Kinetic energy. I bet your tongue ain't cold, is it?'
Ladies, have you ever been in the bathroom in a public place or at a party, and there is someone else who wishes to come in next, but instead of politely knocking on the door or gently trying the knob, they attack the door like a rookie DEA agent on his first raid?
So I'm like, 'Hold up, slick. I thought McDonald's was supposed to have fast and friendly service.' She's like, 'That's at participating McDonald's, and we ain't participating.'
As a black woman, I feel like it is my duty to impart some information on you, a veritable PSA, if you will. As a colored girl -- yeah, I said -- if I never hear another white boy say, 'You go, girl,' it'll be too soon. Kill it. Kill that noise....