Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Speaking Frankly

Some may have noticed that there haven't been many comments from Frankie lately. It occurs to me that some readers might have concluded that I've been deleting him, as I have, occasionally, various particularly vapid and useless comments from other BOFFO guests. Not the case. Like his blog, Frank Drackman seems simply to have disappeared without a trace. He was with me back in the Surgeonsblog days, and got a pass for longevity and loyalty (if that's what it was).

So, Frank: if you still come by here (I'm marginally savvy with my statcounter, but there's more than a couple of long-time visitors from Georgia), give us a shout and let us know how you are. Email me? (It's in my profile.) Or if anyone else knows what's going on, chime in.

To my eternal shame, I miss the guy.


Kellie (General Surgeon) said...

He posted on Buckeye's blog on the 16th. Saw he changed his blog also. not sure what the deal is.

Sili said...

We can only conclude that the Black Helicopters have come and put him in the Obama Camps.

Sam Spade said...

Below is Frank's last hurrah, from Google cache. It's from April 13.


Thats right America, in a move thats sure to offend people more than aborting 2 million black babies a year, more black males in Prison than College, or that 3 Stooges Episode with the bug-eyed Negro Cook, Frankie's Hideout presents,


#10: Malt Liquor:

Like Billy Dee Williams says...

"It Works Everytime!"

which is true, everytime I've drunk Malt Liquor it's worked.
I got drunk.
And I'm a mean Drunk, something about alcohol just brings out the A-hole in me.
Ummm OK, it intensifies the A-hole in me.
And its understandable, thats what 500+ years of Slavery, Discrimination, and "The Gap Band" will do to you...
Umm OK, the only Racial Discrimination I've experienced is riding the bench the whole basketball season the one year I went to an Intergrated Pubic School.
And there was that Scoutmaster who used to call me "Judas"
and that Creepy Teacher who called me "Pinnochio".
Oh wait, that was my Dad.
and when your feeling down, cause God put Pubic hair on your head, I mean, umm
just pop open a "Foaty", fire up a "Fatty", and park in the Fire Lane at your local Grocery Store playin that loud obscene Hippity Hop Lyrics with more N-words than a Sunday Afternoon Atlanta Hawks game...

Dr. JB said...

I miss Frankie. Last fall I boated (and released) a sheepshead rockfish, and I christened him (ok) "Frankie". He swims with the fishes. I believe "Free Speech" caught up with Dr. Drackman, despite his immense tongue in cheek, shocker, get a grip approach to fun issues.
I would, If I knew how to PASTE the great picture of Frank Fish...massive fangs out of a huge head of white on a big RED body..yet kind and sweet underneath it all....but somehow can't. If Dr. Sid tells me how, I will....by the way, tonight's word verification is too easy Sid. My black lab, Ruby, whom you know very well read it easily. Not real "border patrol" like it should be. Tighten up man.

Anonymous said...

He must have gotten his hands on Dr. Greenfields latest editorial and is busy testing the theory with his own n=1 prospective study. Hopefully his partner has been double-blinded, or at least sedated with EtOH.

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