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Originally posted by Atticus Grinch
My wife is watching an old West Wing on Tivo right now. The Christmas one with the Whiffenpoofs.
I hate hate hate* the fucking Whiffenpoofs. I hate them with an irrational passion. I hate them with the fire of a thousand burning suns, if those suns are suns of pure hatred. If you were a Whiffenpoof or are close to someone who was or is, I hate you, too, even if you are a nice person. It is my life's ambition to kill a Whiffenpoof with my bare hands.
*Not a link.
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As a senior, I belonged to a practical joke group at Yale. At one meeting, someone had the idea that the next time the Whiffenpoofs were singing in public, we should attend, and vomit on or near them. We were ready to eat mashed potatoes with food coloring to make the effect even more spectacular.
The logistical problem: how to vomit on cue, without doing the finger-down-the-throat thing. Two members of our group volunteered to try ipacac syrup. At the next meeting, they reported back that instead of the spectacular projectile-vomit effect we'd hoped for, ipacac syrup makes you lie on the ground for an hour in pain with crap slowly dribbling out of your mouth.
Not so good.
In a later year, however, our group called the Whiffenpoof business manager, pretending to be the booker for the Today show, and told the Whiffenpoofs that the time of their appearance was pushed back 2 hours. They then got a bunch of people who couldn't sing to drive down to NYC at 5:00 a.m. and impersonate the Whiffenpoofs on the Today show. Good times.
