It isn’t only black guys, I do it myself. I talk to strangers in line at the store, to people in the street, anywhere I see someone I’m liable to say something to them. “What’s up” is only one of the things I say.
It used to drive my ex batty…
Just like a damn white boy. 
[sub]It’s WAZZZUUUUUUP!![/sub]
Actually, it’s more, “sup!”.
Glad to hear I’m not the only one. I’m just as liable to speak to a stranger as someone I know. Once you get the knack of it, it is easier to talk to a stranger because he/she doesn’t expect it. If you make a fool of yourself (which is what you’re scared of doing) what does it matter? And you know they are enjoying telling the story about this nut they ran into.
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[sup]Actually isn’t that what we’re all doing here on SDMB?[/sup][/ul]
Reminds me of a superb Fast Show sketch, where an extremely well-dressed black couple got out of their Rolls Royce, went into a little English country pub, and the gent said to the barman in a cut-glass upper-class accent:
“Oh helloooo. We’re Yardies. Check me one time, whitey.”
(I think you had to be there.)
Punching “wigger” into google, the first site that’s not someone’s name that came up was http://hem.passagen.se/sir166/.
Steak knives AND a toaster??? Damn…so what do you get if you are a black gay guy and you bring in a recruit and turn him not only gay…but black too?
I started laughing my ass off when I read this, which is not a good thing to do when your summer school students are quietly researching on their computers. Now they really think I’m wierd.
As to the OP, I say Wassup all the time. I say it to people I don’t know when I pass them, if I make eye contact with them. I say it to every student I see in the hallway. I am white! Or am I?
You get to be RuPaul for a day.
Black men always speak to me when I pass them. I alway just assumed they did because I was drop-dead gorgeous. After reading the OP, however, I wonder if I’m really just a white male…
That’s what I love about black men. They’ll actually stop, look at you and tell you how fine you are. White guys don’t do that. They just yell “hey baby!” while driving by.
Black guys have made my day more than once.
Hell, no–we get deep fryers.
A variation of “wassup” or “whuddup” or “zup” from several years back is “what it is?” to which the answer of choice is “what it shall be.”
Why? I couldn’t be black, then. I like toast.
I believe the entire exchange goes as follows, in a call-and-response fashion…
“What it is…”
“What it was…”
“What it shall be…”
“Someday…”
“Right on…”
IIRC, it came from a movie, but the name escapes me.
TheInterruptingCow, (heh heh heh – Knock Knock!)
Yes, I seem to recall the movie myself. It would be the sort of thing that Franklin Ajaye might have done. Or Frankie Faison. Or any one of the blaxploitation gang. Some fun stuff.
Might even have been the Wayans gang in Scary Movie or the like. Living Color maybe even.
A work buddy and I used to go through that bit and call each other “Blood” and do all that jive stuff. It were cool, you see.
I remember watching Robin Williams do this in a “Mork & Mindy” episode in the late 70s, but I don’t know if he originated it or was quoting someone else.
I certainly hope you are only kidding. This is the biggest bunch of crock I heard of if you are not only joking about it.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>ZOOOOOOOOOOM>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Holy shit the planes are comin’ in low today.