video: Straight Outta Dunwoody

Living in DC, it’s impossible not to be asked where I’m from. Of course, I tell people “I’m from Atlanta… well just outside Atlanta… y’know, in the suburbs. … Dunwoody, all right? I’m from Dunwoody!”1 And anyone that knows the area knows that this immediately categorizes me as a bourgie snob.2 Yeah… well. :mrgreen:

Thank you to my friend Neal for posting this video on Facebook as it broke through my migraine pain and gave me quite the laugh this morning. Straight Outta Dunwoody by Dormtainment.

Police in my neighborhood every single day,
Because the sheriff lives right above me.
To get in my place you better have a gate pass…
Or I’m snitching on your ass.

I think this has just replaced both the Arlington Rap and Whole Foods Parking Lot videos on my office lunch playlist.

And to be honest, it’s a nice break from the “Sh!t _________ Say” video meme. 🙄

1 Though technically we were on the fine fuzzy fringe between Dunwoody and Doraville, but from what I learned about most of Doraville after leaving, I’m more than happy to say Dunwoody.

2 My father decided that we would live in a fairly upwardly–if not upper–middle class neighborhood that was pretty diverse in that “we have one of those families living here” kind of way. (One Black family, one Jewish family, etc.) After we made friends at school and around the neighborhood, my father decided he was displeased with how few Black friends I had. He never saw the irony.

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3 Responses

  1. Gilahi says:

    How many Dunwoody housewives does it take to change a lightbulb?

    Three. One to hold the tennis racquets, one to mix the martinis, and one to call the electrician.

    Man, it must be 20 years since I’ve even THOUGHT about “Dunwoody Housewife” jokes. Thanks!

  2. Gilahi says:

    Hey, I’m an old man. My memory ain’t what it used to be.

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