Really?

Not to break the solemn mood of today’s George Carlin homage, but if anyone could appreciate this shit its George…I posted a juvenile chuckle-fest about the Doctor of Cock a few weeks back – well guess what, he may have been upstaged by a Texas Urologist who goes by the name…are you ready for this…Doctor Richard Chopp.

There’s not much else I can say about this, time constraints and disbelief topping the list of reasons why. Regardless, this is truly humorous, this guy specializes in vasectomies.  Go here! Dr. Richard “Dick” Chopp has a website explaining just what he does…and there’s this awesome picture of this Peter Defeater.

I’m done,

Taxi

Farewell…

A keen observer of the human condition who was never afraid to call a dumbass a dumbass with gusto and unmatched originality. Never has the word “Fuck” been used with so much versatility and so little hostility or poor intention as when uttered by George Carlin. I can honestly say I disagreed with him at least half the time but thought about that fact almost never. He was a genuine entertainer and trailblazer looked upon by the best in the industry as one of the best that has ever taken the stage. Dennis Miller commented earlier today that he remembered one the times he had been lucky enough to stop and talk with the legend they ended up talking baseball, which tells you almost everything you need to know about a person – that amidst unimaginable success/notoriety he could still shoot the breeze without coming off as arrogant or self absorbed.

Carlin was a sweet guy who could split your sides with Athletic rhythm, like a boxing champion working the jab until his opponent fell in line, a rope to the head, then the body shots land…air is difficult to find, he is a master of his craft, he cannot let up. Suddenly you find yourself staring up at the ceiling, someone waving amonia under your nose trying to get you to come around. You look across the room and see an awkward, kinda crotchedy looking fellow sniling at you – a smile with a thousands stories behind it – and all you can think is, “Wow, that’s the guy that just knocked me out? Seems like such a nice fella.” Guess what, he was a nice fella, and he will be missed. Do yourselves a favor, kids…today, get in a bilabial fricative or two on a co-worker, crack your knuckles, say all 7 words you can’t say on TV, and before you go to sleep tonight, pray to Joe Pesci to keep an eye out for our friend George Carlin.

He’s a Doctor of What?!

Okay…I was listening to the Maharushi (Rush Limbaugh) today and he covered an article about the World Health Organization or the W.H.O. (Not to be confused with Pete Townsend’s legendary Rock Band fronted by Roger Daultry which focuses on Rockin, not world health issues) and their new director of AIDS research. Now before I say his name I wish to travel back to our collective “Third Grade Experience” to set the mood and frame of mind one should be in to hear this man’s name. This is a man who is now in charge of AIDS research – A.I.D.S., the most notorious, deadly sexually transmitted disease of our lifetime (If there is a more deadly or more notorious disease springing onto the scene, well that’s fine, but don’t interrupt me me while I’m in the middle of my blog thingy, its rude)

Anyway, I think I’ve sufficiently set the mood and peaked interest, so first, here’s what this Limey Belgian looks like:

Now I have nothing bad to say about this man in practice or policy, only in good judgment on a personal level. Ladies and gentlemen, may I present Dr. Kevin De Cock. You read it right. Seriously. Not Dr. Cox, the hilarious character played to a “T” on Scrubs by John C. Mc Ginley:

Not even Doctor Coch, which would have ensured regularly scheduled ass whoopings throughout his adolescence. NOT EVEN plain old Doctor Cock; still rough but it might guarantee work in the porn industry if nothing else about his person is as funny as his name. No, this proud, accomplished man has the distinct pleasure of having a last name (one he obviously feels no need to alter in any way) that translates exactly into Doctor “of” Cock. Kevin is little help – while not adding any more humor it simply does nothing to detract away from it either. I know its juvenile, but you don’t have to be a private dick to find the base humor in a name like Doctor de Cock. The underlying AIDS work theme was just a extra jam in this awesomely tasty donut.

Just in case there is someone who is unfamiliar with this little Demon Spawn of a treat, a picture of a Jelly Donut.

That’s all I have time for today, but I’ll say this in closing:

This guy obviously doesn’t care or notice based on his level of success and the nature of the work he does; so good for him. Still, it takes a big pair of Brass Balls to go through life with a name like “of” Cock or De Cock in this day in age. I think many of us are dropping to a knee at this very moment and thanking a random deity for not inserting anything falic into our already difficult lives.

Later People, -TAXI