I’m thinking we should just go ahead and create an “Anderson Cooper Conquered by…” segment here at Crasstalk.
Like some sort of raging pre-teen, the usually stoic newsman can easily be brought to his knees in giggles and short fits of adorable guffaws by the concept of either poo, as we saw with his Ridiculist reporting of actor Gerard Depardieu’s impatient urination, or now when talking about some sort of goofball, maniac Easter tradition called Dyngus Day of all things. Yes, this made up holiday of splashing people with water, slapping people with pussy willows, and getting “butterface” drunk happens in the old U.S. of A. Aren’t we all so lucky? I feel like a day like this should strike more fear in the hearts of man, more like, “Holy Crap! It’s Dyngus Day! Lock up your daughters and car batteries! Get the hats! The hats and sausages! The Dynguses are coming!” Nonetheless, old Coop just loses it once again to our effervescent joy.
Take a look.
The best part isn’t when he has to get up from his chair to continue laughing, but when he returns, and says, as he’s suffering from another chirpy, giggle-seizure, that he has to “just let it out” and we all turn to each other and think “Now? He’s going to let it all out, now?” and then we realize he’s talking about his infectious cooing baby-giggles, and not a spectacular picture of himself in a speedo in St. Tropez posing with a group of randy firemen. What? Whatever. I’m not the only one who thinks this.
Laugh on, Anderson. Laugh on.
