Tore my dooshen

Tore my dooshen 03/22/2005 03:34 PM

You know the song, right?

“Bliiiinded by the liiight. Ripped up like a dooshen in the runner o’ the night.”

What’s a dooshen? What—or who—is the “runner o’ the night?”

- Frank, are you okay? You don’t look so good.

- I feel kind of squirrelly in my inner birdy whirly. I ran a 10K last night—and I think I tore my dooshen when I tripped the merry-go-round.

- Ouch! You should get that looked at.

- (Mockingly) You-should-get-that-looked-at, you-should-get-that-looked-at.

- Geez Frank, I was just trying to be...

- My dooshen is ripped up over here and you’re trying to boss me around with trite little...

- You can be a real turd in a birdbath sometimes.

- Eat my dooshen, dorkwad. Wad of dork.

- Whatever, mister runner-o-the-night.

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