Apparently this video by an artist with classical influences named “Ms. Peachez” came out in 2006. I hadn’t heard of it until recently when the heroes known as Opie and Anthony brought it to my attention so it’s new to me, that counts for something. It’s a song titled “Fry That Chicken.”

You see the problem is that Ms. Peachez doesn’t seem like some brilliant satirist. And when you’re kind of innocently doing a video like this, you not only make your people look bad, you also take a lot of the zing out of racism. What fun is it to accuse me of some fictional stereotype (let’s say that Chrises are known for their love of smearing peanut butter on their nipples) if I blindly make a video in which I sit in a bath tub rubbing peanut butter on my nipples, cleverly titled “P to the B for My Nippahz”? Not fun at all.

Just for the record, choosy peanut butter fetishists also choose Jif.