Cristela Alonzo enjoys the post-Halloween walk of shame and using the McRib to tell time.
So guys, get this.
A couple weeks ago, I startedusing whitening strips.
And I asked my boyfriendif they were working,
and he looked at me and he said,"Nah, you still look Mexican."
I was like...
"All right. Got it."
You notice that they're...they're putting
security alarmson the whitening strips
so that peopledon't steal them now?
Like, people are stealingwhitening strips.
That's got to be a high-crime,
beautiful-smile neighborhood,you know?
Like, why would you wantto do that?
Why would you wantto make yourself stand out
in the police lineup,you know?
"Do you see the guythat mugged you?"
"The guy with thegorgeous smile, number three,"
My name's Cristela.
You guys can call me Cris.That's my nickname.
Nicknames are cool.
It's like your friendsare saying,
"Hey, you have a crappy name.
Don't worry.We'll fix it for you."
Girls are very cute at givingeach other nicknames.
They're very adorable,you know?
It's, like, "Hi. I'm Michelle."
"No, you're not. You're Mickey."(chuckles)
Guys are total dickswith each other, though.
You guys will give each othernicknames to things that suck
about that guy, you know?
"Hey, my name's Michael."
"What's up, Sweat Stains? Aah!
"Come on, hang outwith me and my buddies,
"Diabetes and Long Balls.
What's up, man?"
I like having a namelike Cristela, though,
'cause you always knowwhen you're talking about me
'cause it's different,you know?
I feel bad for people that have
really common nameslike "Jennifer."
Jennifer is a great name,
but I know, like, 12 of them,you know?
When you have a namelike Jennifer,
you got to take careof yourself.
'Cause people are gonna startusing words to describe you.
You want the good wordslike "pretty, funny, smart."
You don't want the bad wordslike, "Hey, you know Jennifer?"
She's Fat Tina's little sister."
Like, "Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
They're good people,good people."
Do I have anypot smokers here at all?
Geez, is thisa group outing?
I have a theory--I don't smoke weed--
I have a theory: If your lifesucks, don't smoke weed.
'Cause when I was in college,I got high one time,
and when I got high,everything slowed down.
The last thing you needwhen your life sucks
is to put that suckerin slow motion.
When you're sober and you'reunemployed, you're unemployed.
But when you're highand you're unemployed,
you are un... em... ployed.
I say,if your life sucks, drink,
because if you drink,you might black out,
and that's likea fast-forward button.
That's what you want.
I like when I drinkand black out,
'cause the next day,I always feel like I'm in
my own CSI episode, you know?
Looking for clueseverywhere I go.
Who the hell is that?"
When I was younger, though,when I turned 21, I was stupid.
I got a DUI. That sucked.
Got to the part of the testwhere they're like,
"Walk in a straight line."
I was like,(giggles): "Not tonight.
"Should've caught melast night. I was sober."
It was at that
part of the test, though,where I wished I was a gymnast,
'cause I don't think a gymnasthas ever gotten a DUI,
'cause these chickshave balance.
Like, no matterhow drunk they are,
they can always walkthat straight line, you know?
"sure, I can walka straight line.
Here are your keys."
When I have sex,I wear a helmet...
I set up traffic cones,I direct traffic.
Very safe, very safe.
I have a boyfriend. Uh,we've been together for years.
When we first started dating,he asked me that question:
"How many guyshave you slept with?"
And I said, "Three."
Uh, no, it's true.
I've only slept with three.
I don't know how manyI've (bleep), but...
I've only slept with three.(laughs)
Ask the right question, stupid.
I do have a white boyfriend.
I don't mean to brag, but...
I love it!
Oh, I love havinga white boyfriend.
He makes me feel like I'm white
by association, man.
I get pulled over by a cop,I just point
to the passenger seat.
I'm like, "I thinkI'm getting a warning."
I love it!
He's been teaching meto do white things
I didn't know were possible,like talk to a supervisor
when things are unsatisfactory.
I didn't knowyou could do that, man.
Brown people don't do that.
We went to eat a burger, theburger sucked, he complained.
Two weeks later,gift card at my apartment.
White people,you don't understand.
To me, you're like superheroes.
You can do things I can't do.
White Guy: the powerto walk through Nordstrom
without being followedby security.
I love it!
You guys are awesome.
I grew up with brothers,you know.
Not very girly.
I love being a tomboy, though.
My favorite thing to doon the weekends is go outside
and watch the girlsthat are wearing, like,
the tight clothes.
Like, in the high heels,walking around, you know,
trying to look sexy.
It's like they're saying,"Oh, yeah.
Come and get it."
Worst time of the yearjust passed months ago.
Halloween, that'sthe worst time, you know?
'Cause the girls dress up in,like, the little
costumes, you know?
It's like, "Mmm...
"I'm a sexy French maid.
I can't do that.
I'd just look like a maid.
That's the last thing I needfor me to try to turn
my boyfriend on-- he's like,"Look who's doing some cleaning.
Here's my laundry."
I hate Halloween, you know.
My favorite day is the dayafter Halloween.
'Cause that's when you see allthe sexy girls in the costumes
doing the walk of shameback home-- I love it.
'Cause the sexy kittenisn't sexy anymore, you know?
She's got a broken ear.
The sexy bunny...
the bunny is missing a tail.
They look likethe abused pet commercials
from the Sarah McLachlan,you know?
This sexy cat lost its tailbanging a pirate.
I do like a lot of music.
I can't get into half of rapnowadays, you know?
Half of rap sucks, you know?
'Cause it's alwaysthe same thing.
Like, rap songs, all the guyswant to do is brag
about all the cool stuffthey own, you know?
"I got a Bentley,I got a Ferrari."
If I was a burglar, though,
I would do nothing but listento rap music all day long,
see who has the best stuff andtake that guy's crap, you know?
Like, "Whoa, Jay-Z's got aBentley? Hell, yeah, I want it.
I'm stealinghis house tomorrow, yeah."
All rap songs are the same--it's always a guy
promising women expensive thingsthey can't afford, you know?
Like, "Yo, yo, Louis Vuitton,Chanel, diamond rings,
bling bling, holla."It's like, "Damn."
You think... I mean, really.
Do you think I wantdiamond rings?
I mean, really, you know?We're in a recession.
I need to pay my cable bill.
I mean, if rapperscould lower their standards
and promise meeveryday things I could use,
you better believe I would bethe first woman in line
to take 'em up on their offer.
Jay-Z would be up onstage
like, "Yo, yo, I'll buy youa tank of gas."
"I'll sleep with youfor a tank of gas!
"It doesn't even haveto be premium!
I just need to go home."
Gas is expensive.
I am a tomboy. There's certainthings I like to do
that are kind of girly, though.
Like I likegetting my nails done.
Here's the thing, though:I hate small talk.
The women at the nail salon,that's all they do--
they ask you these questions.
They don't careabout the answer.
I get it. They're tryingto kill time. I get it, right?
I was at a nail salon.
This woman's doing my nails,and she's like,
(Asian accent):"Oh, are you from India?"
I've got two choices:
I can lie and say that I'm fromIndia and hope she shuts up,
or I could be like, "No,I'm Mexican. Blah, blah, blah."
So I was like...
thinking that's it, right?
"Oh, what part of India?"
"Guatemala? I have...
"What's the weather likein India?"
I'm like, "Oh, my God.I don't know.
I'm lying, all right?"
So I'm thinking,screw it, I'm gonna lie.
I'm gonna leave. I'm nevergonna see her again, right?
So I'm like,"It's snowing in India."
I have no clue, right?
So I leave, thinkingI'm never gonna see her again.
She does amazing nails.
So I have to go back to her.
So for the next six months,every time I go,
I have to study...
one to two hours on India
because the questionsare getting harder
and harder and harder.
Finally, after six months,she's like,
"Ooh, what's the major exportof India?"
"I don't know!
"Look, I can't do thisanymore, okay?
"I'm not Indian; I'm Mexican.
She's like, "Oh, honey,I know you're Mexican.
You pay with debit card.I'm just messing with you."