Eating at Chillis the other night with Keys, Jenn, and I realized how much I love black people. Two of my best friends in college where black, Jahred and Manjah, and we spent a lot of time polishing our skillz on the beat box, experimenting for botany class, and doing what three guys do: ESPN, Play Station, and a lot of movie watching. But back to the reason I love black people. You see, though AA have had it rougher than any race in , they've got something us Anglos will never have, IT. What is it Drew? Well thanks for reading. IT is style, grace, debonair auroras that are almost natural. Now not all black people have IT, but somewhere in the genes of their ancestry, IT became a part of there life. So I'm doing a ranking on my black friends vs my white friends. If you have no sense of humor…your probably don't wanna read this…and your probably Chinese.

Clothes: My fellow whities want to think that pop collared pink shirt, live strong bands, and Low Dunk Nike's look better on them but it's just not true. Reason: lite shirts with dark skin=sexy. Muscular arms to skinny bitches arms just ain't happening. And I don't think it was Elton John that came up with the song Nike's On My Feet. Black poeple get this one.

Dancing: Yeah we already know who won this but let me explain for those white guys that think they can dance. Now unless we're talking the waltz, two-steppin, or head bangin', we're in dire need for some Rick James. My favorite thing is when you go to a club with your guy/girl friends and there's always that one dumb ass that has to, absolutely has to crip walk like he invented it. And he always gets everyone's attention and then does the most stupid excuse for a crip walk he can do like he just got done gang banging with Wayne Brady. And if were there he'd slap a bitch….and then crip walk on his freaking face. Leave the west side story up to the brothers from the westside fellas. Stick to the or, if you're felling really good, the chicken dance.

Laughing: I know there are some people who are really good at laughing, but black people can out laugh anyone. They're louder, they usually laugh in numbers. Some usually in the group has to fall out of the chair sideways, one person always runs of holding his heart as though it could temporarily be life threatening only to return to the table in top shape, and there's always high fives or skin or whatever the #( you call it. (Side note: when a joke is said and you are giving some hand love or pound to a brother, you don't usually snap at the end. That's only for hello's and goodbye's)

So there it is, we the white people just aren't as cool as the black people. But at least we get help if our tire blow's out. Come on…calm down. You know I wish I was black. Nike's on my feet, Ni Nike's on my feet. Ship it!