The Locker Room
When I was in 8th grade, a new kid came to our school. He had been kicked out of his last school in a "tougher" part of the district, so he was an instant hero. A real "hood". He would greet you for the first time by giving you a big smile with sparkling eyes while enticingly pointing his thumbs to his crotch. As you inevitably looked down to follow his pointing gesture he’s say: "Bagged ya!". Ha, ha, ha. Hee, hee, hee. Ho, ho, ho. Nothing brightens the day like teenage boy humor.
Twenty years ago I worked as a chief software architect at a network management startup. I was in the mens room one day and two guys in business suits sidled up to the urinals. As they finished one said to the other: "Carful how you shake the dew off that lilly!" As if on cue the other responded: "Any more that two shakes and you’re playing with it!". Ha, ha, ha. Hee, hee, hee. Ho, ho, ho. Nothing brightens the day like thirty-something urinal humor.
I was watching ER last night and saw one beautiful young female doctor tell another beautiful young female doctor that she had dropped her recent boyfriend because he was "orally challenged — he wouldn’t go south of the 32nd parallel — he didn’t want to eat at the Y." Ha, ha, ha. Hee, hee, hee. Ho, ho, ho. Nothing brightens the day like the writers of a once great show succumbing to the temptation to use teenage urinal humor.
I will be quite amazed if that show gets another season. It’s gone from great to complete crap.
Watch “House” if you want something intelligent for Medical TV.
Comment by RScott — October 20, 2006 @ 12:37 am