
By Barack Obama
Bio & Blog Its time we had a talk, Reggie, man to body man. Ive learned a lot from you, about Jay-Z, basketball, and what sizurp is, and Id like to think that youve grown a lot in the months youve been my personal assistant. I mean, when I hired you, you were just another Division I athlete whose pro football career was over before it began, and now The New York Times is writing cover stories about you and when you go back home to Charlotte people start chanting your name. Feels pretty awesome, right?
Well, to paraphrase my Uncle Ben (not the guy on the rice box, racists, my white uncle), With great publicity must come negative stories about every bad thing youve ever done. When youre famous, there are certain types of photos you can't afford to have lying around: you in front of a mosque or with Louis Farrakhan, or in a swimsuit if you dont have a perfect body. Oh and passed out at a frat party with some guys balls in your face. That's kind of a big one.
I know you cant change the past. You were just a dumb college kid who played a few too many rounds of beer pong at the local frat house and ended up passing out on the sofa. But you can learn from your mistakes. Like back in my college days, when my nickname was Barry White (and not because I had a deep, pleasing baritone) I got burned a few times on business transactions, but I learned how to taste when the motherfuckers were cutting the shit with flour.
So what can you learn from this experience? Number one, frat guys are gay, but thats obvious. Number two, and this is the important one Reggie, dont ever get drunk around white people.
Seriously. I never have more than one beer when were in one of the bitter hick states like Indiana or West Virgina, and I never, ever take an open drink from an open beverage given to me by a white person. Especially if theyve got a mustache. Sure, Hilary can walk into a redneck bar and have a shot of whiskey, but do you see me doing that? Hell no. If I did, theres a chance I would wake up tied to the bottom of a pickup truck, or surrounded by white hoods. And thats a whole hell of a lot worse than getting some balls shoved in your face.
So concludes the lesson for today. Time to get back to work Reggie. Its one-thirty, and I dont have a cappuccino in my hand. Could you fix this problem?