Informant found this carved into a desk in the medical library at UCLA in 1967, and shared it with his fellow students. They would often chant it together during difficult exercises, like dissection. Informant recognizes that it was a way of cementing in-group identity, establishing solidarity and masculinity (particularly through some of the more homophobic and misogynistic wording), and when dissecting corpses, pushing away thoughts of mortality with something coarse and crass. Also, since most of his fellow students were young men living at home, informant suspects that such liberal use of profanity helped him and his fellow students to feel more adult.
Informant, now 77 and retired, still uses this cheer when doing something difficult or complicated, or when looking for his glasses.
So you use this however you want. I used it a lot in the dissection lab, you know, because the corpses didn’t bitch about it. I did it in a whatchacallit, female monks, in a convent, when I was putting together a wedding cake for my dental assistant. The nuns were furious. You ready?
Ahem. It doesn’t work if you’re quiet about it, though.
Cocksucker, motherfucker, eat a bag of shit!
Douchebag dicklicker bite yer mother’s tit!
We’re the very best and all the others suck.
UCLA, UCLA, rah rah fuck!