“Like, wow, dude!”
“Yeah, dude, I do like wow. Sometimes.”
“Who’d ‘a thunk it? Our very own place!”
“Yeah, dude. But how we gonna tell time?”
“Like, with your cell phone?”
“But we don’t got the da Silvas upstairs no more. How we gonna set those cell phones without their nightly fight to tell us when it’s 10 PM?”
“I’ll take that problem, dude. We don’t got the da Silvas upstairs no more. We ain’t got nobody upstairs no more. Not even OC or Quilly. We got space! Just listen to the echoes!”
“That ain’t new, dude. Been listenin’ to them the whole time.”
“You have?”
“Ringin’ off your empty head, dude.”
“Right, dude. For that crack, I dibs you clean the bathroom.”
“And let you decorate this place all by yourself? I don’t think so, dude!”
“Well, you don’t think I’m gonna sit around and let OC do it, do you?”
“Dude, paintings of weed leaves on black velvet are not goin’ up on these walls, dig? Have you forgotten command-X?”
“Control-x, dude! And, no. Weed leaves deserve oil on canvas.”
“Whatever, dude. Just get with it, huh? That picture of sprinklers on steroids, or whatever the hell it is, just ain’t gonna cut it. We gonna start hostin’ people in here Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, showin’ ’em around, tellin’ ’em our history, pointin’ ’em to the archives (you did remember not to trash the archives?), the joint’s gotta be ready.”
“The joint, dude?”
“Dream on, dude.”
Wellllll DUDES! Check it out! When’s the blog-warming party?
First they gotta figure out how to warm the blog, Melli. See below …
I just discovered your double Dude blog com.(chic!)I first had to inform myself what “Dude” means as this is not the Queens English I learned at school : Wikipedia helped me and said :
“A dude is an individual, typically male, particularly somebody well dressed or who has never lived outside a big city. The female equivalent, which is used less often, is “dudette.” However, “dude” has evolved to become more unisex to encompass both genders”
(Learn more about yourself here :http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dude)
I think I won’t be able to follow you because of the above mentioned handicap : My Queens English !
“The Queen’s English, dude?”
“Yeah, dude. Didn’t you know Freddy Mercury was British?”
“Freddy who?”
“Oh, never mind …”
OMG this is going to be a scary place ROFLMAO!!!
And it isn’t even Hallowe`en yet, Thom.
Hey Dudes” I can’t subscribe…pffft…I had to do it manually pffft
Your complaint has been forwarded to blog maestra Quilly. I will see what she can do. One of the housekeeping details …
cool dudes!
“Hey, dude! That reminds me.”
“What?”
“Winter’s coming soon. How do you turn on the heat in this place?”
“Heat …?”
Awesome, cool digs dudes….
“Yeah, dude, heat. The kind that’ll keep these cool digs from gettin’ frickin’ cold.”
“Like you, dude …?”
i commented now i’m not stressed out anymore i can read just another wordpress later dudes
Stay tuned, Karen, you’ll be able to read all sorts of things. Once in awhile it may even make sense. After all, we are talking about the Dudes …
Dude n Dude, welcome to your own little part of Cyberspace.
“Hey, Bill, you’re from the Great White North. How do you heat your blog?”
“Yeah, dude, help us out, willya? We’d just as soon keep ‘ice’ like, a figure of speech, know what I mean?”
Usually the heat from the Fire in the Igloo keeps the Blog warm. 🙂
Dudes. It’ll be easy to decorate. Just disguise your selves and go over to Quilly’s house. You could randomly win a shower curtain twice as fast!
“A shower curtain, dude?”
“Yeah.”
“But for why, dude? What’s it got to hide from? Is it ashamed of somethin’, or somethin’?”
“It’s not the shower that the curtain’s tryin’ to hide, dude, it’s what’s in the shower. I hate to clue you, dude, but you ain’t ‘xactly GQ material, y’know.”
“And you are, dude?”
dude…
i dont think you can dibs a task to someone else…
you may only calldibs orhi- hoseasomething for yourself!
“Dudette, I dibs we can dibs something to anyone we like.”
“Yeah! This is our site. You think we’re gonna do any o’ this stuff ourselves, if we can get someone else to do it?”
The Dudes as Humpty Dumpty.
Virtually clueless ???
Karen, for some time now the Dudes have been objecting to Quilly calling them “imaginary friends”, protesting that theirs is a greater-than-virtual existence. “So”, I asked them, “does this mean you’re really clueless?” That seems to have shut them up. On this topic, anyway.