wireddown
Not a Sunrise but a Galaxyrise
This kid is in the ninth grade, Dude, and his father is—are you ready for this? —Arthur Digby Sellers. Uh, yeah. Probably a vagrant, slept in the car. Or perhaps just used it as a toilet, and moved on. D'ya have a good sarsaparilla?
Yes, so we were informed. However, we must of course transmit the remains to you in a receptacle. I'm saying, Cynthia's Pomeranian. I'm looking after it while Cynthia and Marty Ackerman are in Hawaii. A way out west there was a fella, fella I want to tell you about, fella by the name of Jeff Lebowski. At least, that was the handle his lovin' parents gave him, but he never had much use for it himself.
This Lebowski, he called himself the Dude. Now, Dude, that's a name no one would self-apply where I come from. But then, there was a lot about the Dude that didn't make a whole lot of sense to me. And a lot about where he lived, likewise. But then again, maybe that's why I found the place s'durned innarestin'.
Hey! This is a private residence, man! Every time a rug is micturated upon in this fair city, I have to compensate. Obviously you're not a golfer.
You're going to enter a world of pain, son. We know that this is your homework. We know you stole a car. They call Los Angeles the City of Angels. I didn't find it to be that exactly, but I'll allow as there are some nice folks there. 'Course, I can't say I seen London, and I never been to France, and I ain't never seen no queen in her damn undies as the fella says. But I'll tell you what, after seeing Los Angeles and thisahere story I'm about to unfold —wal, I guess I seen somethin' ever' bit as stupefyin' as ya'd see in any a those other places, and in English too, so I can die with a smile on my face without feelin' like the good Lord gypped me.
Any further harm visited upon Bunny, shall be visited tenfold upon your head. Your goons'll be able to get it off him, mean he's only fifteen and he's flunking social studies.
So if you'll just write me a check for my ten per cent… of half a million… fifty grand.
Her life is in your hands. My point, Dude, is why should we settle for twenty grand when we can keep the entire million. Am I wrong?
He was one of us. He was a man who loved the outdoors, and bowling, and as a surfer explored the beaches of southern California from Redondo to Calabassos
nd he was an avid bowler. And a good friend. He died—he died as so many of his generation, before his time.
His girlfriend gafe up her toe! She sought we'd be getting million dollars! Iss not fair!
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I hate the Wetlands. They're stupid and wet, and there are bugs everywhere, and I think I maced a crane.
I was once called the worst audience participant Cirque du Soleil ever had.
See for more good stuff. I want to cry so bad, but I don't think I can spare the moisture.
Yeah, that's a cultural problem is what it is. You know, your average American male is in a perpetual state of adolescence, you know, arrested development.
Wow. You, sir, are a mouthful! Let me give that oatmeal some brown sugar.