Oh my freak....I was trying to take a break and ran into this Bill Cosby Yahoo story en route to checking my email.
Then I had a flashback to my childhood in Inglewood, CA.
You know that one friend with a wack record collection? I was the opposite being an only child (though I was the big girl back then) and the fact that my mother was one of the youngest on the block who knew her way around VIP Records well. And because of the latter I was always forced to hang with the homey girl (Mom's got things to do and people to see).
One day at her house, a bunch of us kids were bored. Too young to go to mall without a parent. To old to hang out at the park. So we decide to dance to keep from thinking about boys. So Tara pulls out Bill Cosby. I'm thinking 'This fool's more square than she is...who plays him at the disco?'
This ish right here is about 5.5 minutes of a Parliament-inspired instrumental, then it goes into Bill giving his .02 to kids about the dangers of drugs. Then he repeats a chorus of "I don't take no bad drugs", until about the end.
The video above has a catchy beat and of course it's sad because me, like other kids from the 70s and 80s respected Bill...even if we liked Richard Pryor or Eddie Murphy better.
Fast forward to about 5:56 and the jokes will write themselves.