Whoopee-doo

Oh, wait, they did give me a certificate of appreciation on January 29, 1983, after my 1,000th mile. Well, whoop-de-do!

I do my work but I don't say whoopee-doo. The day I get excited about my job is the day I go to a head shrinker.

Making a big whoopee-doo of my long life by enumerating the numerous contributions I have made to my country and Civilization, it was obvious even to the meanest intelligence among those present that she had no idea of the meaning and purpose of History. Nor did she have a clue about what my life was about.