While we were driving around looking at the million and a half houses that have suddenly flooded the market this past weekend, I made an attempt at a Popeye imitation when #1GF! asked me change a disc prematurely.

It ended up being the worst Popeye impression that I have ever heard, so I tried again and failed miserably a second time. And then a third. Not accepting that my attempts were becoming progressively and exponentially worse, I found myself sitting there making attempt after attempt while #1GF! stared at me.

“Are you ok?”
“Yes. I’m fine. I’m trying to do Popeye, and I can’t.”
“Popeye? Popeye? Oh my god. I thought something was wrong.”
“I know. It’s awful. I just can’t do it.”
“Do you even know what Popeye sounds like?”
“Sure I do.”
“I really don’t think you do.”
“I do.”
“I’m going to buy you some Popeye thingys there. Videos or something.”
“Skoodly diddly?”
“Just stop.”
“Skibbidy bibbidy?”
“Stop.”

Since then, my Popeye imitation has devolved into me just wandering around saying Skibbidy bibbidy bobbidy in my own voice and maybe following it up with gug gug gug. Not only does it lack any hint of effort, but Popeye never even said Skibbidy bibbidy bobbidy.

Don’t bother asking me to do it for you, because it just won’t happen. You’ll save time and get the same comedic value out of saying “Skoodly Doodly” in your own voice. The best you can hope for is that you’ll catch me unconsciously mumbling skibbidy bobbidy at my desk.

*His name is Dave Coulier.

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