I’m so cool.
I know the secret code, the secret hand signs and the secret handshake.
I know the meme.
I know what the joke is all about.
I’m in with the in crowd.
Ya’ll remember that song:
I’m in with the in crowd
I go where the in crowd goes
I’m in with the in crowdADVERTISEMENT
And I know what the in crowd knows…
That song is talking about me because I know the story and the meaning of “Let’s go Brandon.”
I wasn’t at the NASCAR race in Talladega, Alabama, but I saw it on YouTube.
I love NASCAR.
I wear my red, white and blue, star-covered NASCAR baseball cap all the time.
And these Talladega race fans chanted, “Fuck Joe Biden.”
Real loud.
And this female TV announcer was interviewing race car driver Brandon Brown—he had just won the race—thought the crowd behind her was chanting, “Let’s go Brandon.”
Ain’t that funny.
Us good ol’ boys laughed our heads off.
Ya’ll know we’re like a bunch of old buddies.
We think alike and we vote alike.
Well, I had a hankering to to tell the whole wide world how cool I am.
Just like that that congresswoman Lauren Boebert, who had the “Brandon” phrase imprinted in white on a red skirt.
Ya’ll want to know where she had the word “Brandon” imprinted?
You guessed it.
Right on her cute, sexy, little butt.
Now that’s showing some serious disrespect for the man living in the White House.
She’s so cool.
I saw a photo of President Trump at Mar-a-logo giving Lauren a thumbs up for wearing the “Brandon” dress.
Ya’ll shoulda seen the smile on his face.
What a classy guy.
So I went on Amazon and bought a “Let’s go Brandon” tee shirt, baseball cap and bumper sticker.
Ya’ll shoulda seen the smile on my face as I stuck that bumper sticker on the back of my F-150.
Now folks are giving me the thumbs up.
They’re honking their horns as they pass my truck.
I’m so hip.
I’m a hipster.
I’m hip hop to the hippity hop.
Ya’ll know us hip folks got it all.
We’re not members of no cult.
We’re members of a club.
A club that accepts me because I know the passwords:
“Let’s go Brandon.”
