PAGING DOCTOR DEAN
Mark Hasty writes,
That little yelp may very well send Dean back to his medical practice. Who can take him seriously now?
Like anyone would take him seriously as a physician, now?
I mean, if he gets that excited by a third place finish in Iowa, I’d hate to have him responsible for whatever it is internal medicine practitioners do. On to the pancreas! On to the thyroid! “Yeeeeeeeeeeeeyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”
In the immortal words of Mr. Jimmy Buffett,
We’re stayin’ in a Holiday Inn full of surgeons
I guess they meet there once a year
They exchange physician’s stories
And get drunk on Tuborg beer
Then they’re off to catch a stripper
With their eyes glued to her G
But I don’t think that I would ever let ’em cut on me
Amen, brother.
Added to Duck Hunt #7 — will there be a #8?
James Joyner, cool kid.
” On to the pancreas! On to the thyroid! “Yeeeeeeeeeeeeyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” ”
Just when I thought it couldn’t get funnier!
Yes, there will a #8. In the worst case scenerio, there has to be a post-mortem. The search for a good dead duck pic has already begun.
I sometimes wonder how Winston Churchill would have been taken as a statesman if he ended his monumental speech with an even more monumental Yeeeeeeeeeeeeyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah?
“we shall never surrender. Yeeeeeeeeeeeeyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”
I’ve seen it called a war cry, a squeal, a yelp, and the “political suicide happy dance.” The “duck” reference also puts me in mind of the old Bugs Bunny-Daffy Duck cartoon where Daffy jealously attempts to upstage or sabotage Bugs’ onstage performances so he can get all the applause.
Finally he swallows gasoline, gunpowder, enriched uranium, and then a lit match.
Anyone who’s seen the cartoon will surely remember the punchline.