My friends, today we are gathered to mourn the death of the “I Drink Your Milkshake” gag line.
Every joke has its own lifetime. I remember when I was a young boy and “take my wife… please” coughed its last spastic breath. We never quite get over this experience, and some of us (like Mike Myers) go into a period of denial. But we must move on.
Much as “THIS! IS! SPARTA!” passed ignobly into the ether, “I Drink Your Milkshake” has been reduced to deadly repetition, drained of all actual humour and become a signal for imitation wit. Variations on “I Drink Your Milkshake” have sputtered forth until the line has lost all meaning and context.
“I Drink Your Milkshake” is survived by “I am an oilman…” and “You’re just a bastard in a basket.” Those wishing to donate charitably in the joke’s name are encouraged to send money to David Cross’s agent.