"Afro, you're the only one who made me smile"
http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqkabh7uVV1qzbm9bo3_500.gif "your sketch felt very similar to your routine in Season Two."
Ok. but.
Season 2
"My family came into this country to have the American dream, we wanted the white picket fence, the fancy job, and enough cash to get us by. What we got was a crowded apartment on the dark side of the city, jobs at the local dollar tree, and enough cash to get us by the dollar menu at the local Mcdonalds. No hate on Mickey D's though, it was considered a privileged in my family, some kids got puppies, we got happy meal with a FREE PUPPY TOY. And you know what? Some kids would get ice cream when they were sick, we got buckets! And some kids got their first phones when they were in the first grade, and when it was my year as a first grader, and I wanted a phone, I went up to my father and asked him "Daddy? Can I get a cell phone?" and he told me "Mijo santa claus don't grow on trees okay?"
My daddy was a smart man but only in his own language, in English he will try to use words that sound close to the word he needs, for instance, he was searching for the word "chips", he wanted to say "Hey! Do we have any chips left over?" but instead, he said "Ehh, Do we have any shits left ovar?", imagine my parent teacher conferences when they serve light refreshments aka shits and jews, ok?
My mother bless her heart would try so hard keep the illusion that we weren't poor. During Christmas one year, our family hit a real low, financially. But we still celebrated and we still got gifts. So here I am, little Oona about to unwrap a small box laced with last week's sunday paper and my mother goes "go ahead ninitos, shake the box, hear what's inside!", and so we did, and it sounded like a mini puzzle, so that's what we said. My mother disappointed that she couldn't even afford to give us puzzles, so she told us right away that it was cereal. Of course we go "eww, cereal?" but my mother won't let up, so she continues "well it could be frosted flakes, corn flakes, raisin flakes, oye, it's a surprise!" So I open mine and discover it's a knock off brand of Frosted Flakes called Sugar Flakes with a logo of Lennie the Lion as opposed to Tony The Tiger, "They're GooooOOOOOD!"
But in all honesty, I would not have had it any other way with my family. We built a strong bond that no one can break free from. We even have our own catchphrase, would you like to here it?
*knock* *knock*, housekeeping?
THANK YOU ALL, YOU'VE BEEN GREAT!"
All Stars
"(I have plans this weekend so I wanted to knock this out early)
Hello everyone! My name is Oona Mama.
I'm Puerto Rican, but I was raised in America, so therefore I consider myself American. Now I also grew up in the ghetto but went to school in the suburbs where all the rich white folk were. You can already imagine how my childhood went.
I'd get questions like "Do you speak porter reecan?"
And I'd have to explain that I speak Spanish, yes, but being "porter reecan" is a culture, not a language. Kinda like how we're American but we don't speak American, we speak English, but I guess that's too much fancy book learnin'
Now in school, the population was 95.2% white, including the staff. That was an accurate number, I counted myself, now there's nothing majorly wrong with that but imagine putting a drop of colored paint into a bucket full of white paint. What happens? The colored paint disappears!
I began to adopt some of the mannerisms my white friends had. The hispanic community hated me! My mom would go "Dito! (that's spanish slang for Junior), Dito! Change that black shirt, it's dirty!" To which I would respond, "There's nothing wrong with being black Olga, and the fact that you get to dictate whether or not a color is di