Thursday, December 30, 2010

I am the whitest person you know.


So, I was at the grocery store a little while ago. I was wandering down the paper goods aisle, squeezing the Charmin and generally minding my own business when I heard the song that was playing from the overhead speakers.

I couldn't make out most of the words, but from what I could decipher it seemed to be mostly about getting drunk on champagne. And then the chorus played.

Now I'm feelin' so fly like a cheese stick
Like a cheese stick, Like a cheese stick
Now I'm feelin' so fly like a cheese stick
Like a cheese stick, Like a cheese stick
Now I'm feelin' so fly like a cheese stick


And that's when this white girl got very, very confused.

I realize that I'm not hip or cool or down with what the kids these days are saying (are kids these days even saying hip, cool and down?), but I'm pretty sure cheese sticks aren't hip or cool. I'm also pretty sure that they're not fly.

If I were to make an educated guess, I would probably think that saying you were "feelin' fly like a cheese stick" might be a clever way of making fun of people like me. Cheese stick--it's the new cracker!

Anyway, I was deeply disturbed by this cheese stick song all the way home.

Yeah, soooo...it's not cheese stick.

(Be sure to pause the BeeGees over there on the right before you play the video. Yeah, I have the BeeGees on my playlist. So what? They're totally fly... like a cheese stick!)




See? It totally sounds like cheese stick!

Also, I have no idea what a G6 is. I'm such a cheese stick.

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