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    What’cha gonna do? Ghostbusters!

    posted by jamie | 08.18.08 | permalink | 6 comments

    Last night playing poker, I was watching the action after getting knocked out.  It was down to the final 5 players, and one of them went all-in.  The guy with the most chips called, and then the last guy, who had the least amount of chips, made a call that was mathematically correct, even though his cards weren’t really good at all.  Turns out the guy who didn’t have very good cards ended up with a full house, winning the hand and tripling up.  We were discussing the hand afterwards, and about how he had to call with garbage, beating two much better hands.  One of the guys said, “What are ya gonna do?”  and then the older lady who runs the tournament and was also watching burst out with, “Ghostbusters!” and started laughing.  She knew that technically, you’re supposed to say that after someone says, “Who ya gonna call?”, but she couldn’t help herself.

    And, I mean, really…what child of the 80’s hasn’t songspoken this? Last night reminded me of that, and it also made me search for the original music video. I found it, and boy, had I forgotten what a gem it is. The celebrity cameos are amazing, and Ray Parker, Jr.’s creep factor is through the roof. So I’m gonna post it here. Know why? ‘Cause bustin’ makes me feel good.

    Tags: 80s movies, 80s music, bustin' makes me feel good, celebrity cameos, creep factor, full house, ghostbusters, ghostbusters music video, poker, ray parker jr, what are ya gonna do, what are you gonna do, who ya gonna call, who you gonna call


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