Word: hoo
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...stooping to pick up a toddler or crouching to tie a shoe. Typically, the strange little grunting noises never sound like much--a weary uhhh as the weight of the body is raised or lowered. Sometimes the uhhh may be followed by a few expressive words, like a thoughtful hoo-boy or a quick...
...with temperament; the curmudgeonly seem to grunt no more frequently than the congenial. Nor does health or fitness play a role. I exercise four times a week and eat a diet so low in fat my doctor nearly took to prescribing me pork chops, and yet my hoo-boy arrived right on time. But if the roots of the grunt can be found in neither physiology nor psychology, where do they lie? Increasingly, I've begun to suspect that the answer is evolution...
...before re-upping--much to his regret--with the Nets, says, "After last season Michael said to me, 'Come play for the Bulls, pull down eight to 10 rebounds a night, and I'll get you two championship rings.' At the time I thought, 'Who's spiking his Yoo-Hoo?' How was I supposed to know? I go out to Chicago, take the psychological test and while I'm trying to decide, they sign Dennis Rodman. How bad did I do on that test...
...prude. Frankly, we don't care if a joke's funny as long as it's dirty. But in switching writer-directors, from the first film's Tom Shadyac to Steve Oedekerk, Carrey lost a clever farceur and got what Ace would call a la-hoo-za-her (loser). The star plays more than ever to himself; the cast stands around starched and embarrassed, like white-tie judges at a wet-T shirt contest. Wearying, stupefying, dumber than dumb, When Nature Calls would be a career ender for Carrey--except that a zillion people have seen it. Stop this, folks...
...creeps, but who's going to protect us from the children? At least I assume my harasser was 14 or under, given the tenor of the conversation in the America Online "chat room" I wandered into one afternoon. Typical contributions were typed entries like "Cockle Doodle DOOO" and "Hey Hoo HAAAA," or, as a topic for serious discussion, "What's the craziest drug you ever took?" So when someone we'll call "Demonboy" flashed me an invitation to accompany him into a "private room," I assumed he was just hungry for a higher order of chat. A few clicks...