Follow the LINK here, man and Abide like the Dude here…
The Church of the Latter-Day Dude
I like to go shopping late at night at Ralph's, even though I usually never have cash on hand.
Hanging with Walter & Donny
Follow the LINK here, man and Abide like the Dude here…
The Church of the Latter-Day Dude
Is this a--what day is this?
Bowling
You brought a fucking Pomeranian bowling?
White Russians
Hey careful, man! There’s a beverage here!
My 1972 Plymouth Fury. It’s Green with some brown, or, uh, rust, coloration.
Rugs that tie the room together
My Jellies
Relaxing in the tub
Ah, nice marmot.
That In-n-Out Burger on Camrose.
Me, I don't drink coffee. But it's nice when they offer.
"Hell, I can get you a toe by 3 o'clock this afternoon... with nail polish. These fucking amateurs..." Oh, and, uh coitus. Though I still jerk off manually.
Boy, how ya gonna keep 'em down on the farm once they seen Karl Hungus?
I adhere to a pretty strict, uh, drug regimen to keep my mind, you know, limber.
Oh, and the occasional acid flashback, brought on by spiked Caucasians or blows to the head.
Nixon, or at least try out the lanes in the White House.
My landlord Marty, performing one of his, uh, cycles. I'm supposed to give him notes, or something. All I know is tomorrow's already the tenth and rents due.
Bunny Lebowski, after I go find a cash machine
Brandt can't watch though. Or he has to pay a hundred.
"Your 'revolution' is over, Mr. Lebowski! Condolences! The bums lost!"
I figure my only hope is that the big Lebowski kills me before the Germans can cut my dick off.
The Malibu Chief of Police. Facist!
My bowling rival, Jesus Quintana
I don't know how he can bowl with all those rings, man.
Da Fino, a Brother Shamus. What like an Irish monk?
Saddam. Maybe he had no WMD's, but he had the best bowling shoes, man.
Creedence, Dylan
Jeez. I miss vinyl.
…but I hate the Fuckin’ Eagles man!
I was a Roadie for Metallica. Speed of Sound tour. Bunch of assholes.
I saw this show called Branded, written by Arthur Digby Sellers, whose son stole my, uh briefcase with my, um business papers.
But my t.v.’s been broke since Jackie Treehorn’s goons trashed my place.
I was, uh, one of the authors of the Port Huron Statement.--The original Port Huron Statement.
And then I, uh. . . Ever hear of the Seattle Seven? Yeah that was me …and six other guys.
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Walter, but sooner or later he’s gonna have to face the fact that he’s a goddamn moron.
This is what happens when you find a stranger in the Alps!
Enjoying my coffee.
Maude Lebowski, She's not my special lady, she's my fucking lady friend. I'm just helping her conceive, man!
Oh, and Donny. He was a good bowler.
I never got this stranger's name, but I like his style.
"Sometimes you eat the bar, and sometimes, well, he eats you."