That's all I remember this kid saying when he was on Diff'rent Strokes. It was always Mish-tur D this and Mish-tur D that and "Mish-tur D, Arnold stuck his thumb up my butt!" Dude, enough with your whining to Mish-tur D already. He ain't your daddy! Hoyt Axton was your daddy. Mish-tur D is a multi-millionaire who could buy and sell your freckled ass. He doesn't want to hear your mewling. Come to think of it, neither do the rest of us.
Even I don't know what prompted this post. Your guess is as good as mine.
*- For those of you who didn't watch Diff'rent Strokes, "Mish-tur D" was actually Mr. D - short for Mr. Drummond (or "Phil" as I liked to call him). He was the patriarch of the Drummond household. He was played by classically-trained master of stage and screen, Conrad Bain.
On a related note, you know what really made this show what it was? It wasn't Arnold. It wasn't Pearl, Adelaide, or Mrs. Garrett. It wasn't even Abraham, the black goldfish. It was the apostrophe. One single piece of punctuation gave this show attitude - gave it zazz. These were not, after all, Diff-ER-ent Strokes. They were DIFF'rent. Remember that.
They'll have theirs, you'll have yours, and I'll have mine.
And together we'll be fine.