the Dude

pacifism, man.

Tue, 02 Oct 2001 20:34:35 GMT

This is a bummer, man. It's a bummer. When it happened I was rolling a j over at Walter's. Cynthia had just come by to pick up the fuckin pomeranian. My nerves were shot from her being there, then this crazy shit happens. I ended up passing it around, you know? Everyone wanted a toke when they saw that shit on tv.

This aggression will not stand, man. But new shit has come to light, and they are working on it. Fuckin A.

I'm a little worried about Walter. I think he's going to try to join up again, even though they already told him he's not fit to be in the military anymore. He's been carrying that fuckin piece around everywhere we go, yelling about "those fucking sandmen." I always hope our opponents aren't offended by him, but they usually are. Everything always has to be such a fuckin travesty with him around.

The Dude is tired of all this aggression, man. I'm gonna go roll another j.

far out...

Fri, 24 Aug 2001 15:00:56 GMT

Hey man, I don't make the rules. The dude just abides.

imposters, man

Wed, 08 Aug 2001 05:00:22 GMT

So someone has been going around impersonating the dude, man. There is actually another Jeffrey Lebowski. Maybe this guy is the one the carpet pissers are looking for. I mean that girl has to have kidnapped herself--even Walter thinks so.

All of this stress is affecting my game. I'm going to smoke a j, maybe take a bath.

music and meaning, man.

Tue, 07 Aug 2001 01:28:05 GMT

So like...I'm trying to get used to this new pop explosion on Mtv thing, man. Everything is all about money and appearance. Music has lost its meaning. And so much violence. This aggression will not stand, man. New shit has got to come to light. Not that I mind all of that ass wiggling goin on...I can dig that. Britney Spears and all. Fuckin a.

I'm gonna go do a j before league play. Walter's running late. I hope he's not bringing Cynthia's goddamned pomeranian to practice again.

the female form, man.

Tue, 29 May 2001 00:49:26 GMT

So I went to meet Lebowski's daughter...Maude, or whatever. The whole situation was far out. She was flying from a trapeze, naked...throwing paint at a giant canvas. She said it was like the female form and asked me if I enjoyed coitus.

Coitus?

I didn't know what the fuck she was talking about at first. Anyway, it turns out that Bunny has not really been kidnapped at all, but is a porn star with that fuckin nihilist. That whole scene must be exhausting.

Fuckin a, I am late for league play, and I've got to do a j. If Walter pulls his piece out on the lanes again that fucking Quintana creep is going to smoke us.

fuck an A, man

Fri, 11 May 2001 19:04:33 GMT

So Lebowski hauls me in to his...you know, mansion or whatever...and says that he thinks the carpet pissers took his wife, Bunny. So he gave the Dude a beeper and now I'm supposed to go and drop some money off for them. I guess to like, pay them off or whatever. Fuck an A, I had to roll a j right there while he was telling me this, just to keep my mind...you know...limber.

Anyway, I told him that he could forget it if it was in the middle of league play. I dread telling Walter...everything has to be such a fuckin travesty with him these days. He'll find some goddamned way to link it to 'nam.

far out, man

Wed, 09 May 2001 21:28:02 GMT

man, some chinaman peed on my rug ... and it, you know... SO tied the room together.

and on league night too... bummer.