Jessica and I were hanging out the other night and she was telling me about some kid she knew (brother, cousin, friend, something) who used to laugh like Woody Woodpecker when he was little.
I can't remember the conversation exactly, but it went something like this:
Her: He sounded just like Woody the Woodpecker.
Me: Uh, I think it's just Woody Woodpecker. No "the".
Her: No, it's Woody THE Woodpecker.
Me: No, it's not. That's like saying Fred the Flintstone, or Mickey the Mouse. That's his name.
Her: What about Winnie the Pooh? Do you say Winnie Pooh?
Me: No. It's Winnie THE Pooh, but just Woody Woodpecker. Woodpecker is his last name. I'm quite sure.
Her: Whatever. (<---I get that one a lot.)
Very Seinfeldian, don't you think? I enjoyed it. Do you think I analyze things too much? Nah!
"Second chances these days are so hard to come by. I love that lady, so you best forget ever getting her back, cos she's mine..."