lebowski

the dude
yes he is.
dude! thats your name!
the dude, his dudeness, el duderino(if you’re not into the whole brevity thing). also a member of the seattle seven and author of the port heron statement (the original version, not the compromised second draft).
you’re mr. lebowski, i’m the dude. so thats what you call me ok. either that or his dudeness or el duderino.
you got the wrong guy…i’m not lebowski…does it look like i’m f-cking married, the toilet seat is up man.
a party in which an article of clothing is removed from every female every half hour; the party only ends when every female is completely nude
“hey taylor did you hear about that lebowski the other night”
the bowl in which marijuana is packed.
pack that lebowski tight cousin and lets all get weird.
when you grab your girl by the hair and dunk her head in the toilet repeatedly while scr-w-ng her from behind
“where’s the money lebowski?”

“oh it’s uh… it’s down there somewhere, let me take another look.”
movie with jeff bridges about a guy whose rug gets p-ssed on. also they search for a million dollars
“wheres da money lebowski”
(throws cup at his head)
“you f-cking fascist”
also the nickname given to “dave man”s manly feature. everyone knows the truth though, what may expect to me a large object, appears to be a small gagget.
i hit dave in his lebowski today, but it didn’t hurt because he’s so small.