Archive for July, 2007

I’ll suck your cock for a thousand dollars

July 31, 2007

Brandt can’t watch though, or he has to pay a hundred.



July 30, 2007

Who’s the fucking nihilists around here?

Just one thing, Dude

July 29, 2007

Yeah, what’s what?

Do you have to use so many dang cuss words?

What the fuck are you talking about?

You ever hear of the Seattle Seven?

July 28, 2007


That was me . . . and six other guys.

He thinks the carpet-pissers did this?

July 27, 2007

Well Dude, we just don’t know.

Was there anything of value in the car?

July 26, 2007

Oh, uh, yeah . . . a tape deck . . . some Creedence tapes, my, uh, my briefcase.

And in the briefcase?

Uh, papers, my papers, just, you know, my . . . business papers.

And what do you do, sir?

. . .

I’m unemployed.


July 25, 2007

Tomorrow’s already the tenth.

Far out.

Do you see what happens, Larry?

July 24, 2007

Do you see what happens when you fuck a stranger in the ass?!

Hey, careful man

July 23, 2007

there’s a beverage here!

They’re the Little Lebowski Urban Achievers

July 22, 2007

Inner-city children of promise without the necessary means for a–necessary means for a higher education.  Mr. Lebowski is committed to sending all of them to college.

Think he’s got room for one more?

Shut the fuck up, Donny

July 21, 2007

V.I. Lenin.  Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov!


July 20, 2007


Love me.

Liam and me,

July 19, 2007

we are gonna fuck you up.

No, like I said

July 18, 2007

Woo peed on my rug.

Three-thousand years

July 17, 2007

of beautiful tradition from Moses to Sandy Koufax, you’re goddamn right I’m living in the fucking past!


July 16, 2007

Yeah, Pope shit in the woods?

Over the line!

July 15, 2007

Mark it zero.

Oh yeah, how’d that go?

July 14, 2007

Went alright, Dude’s car got a little dinged up.

I don’t like your jerk-off name

July 13, 2007

I don’t like your jerk-off face, and I don’t like you, jerk-off.

Who are you, anyway?

July 12, 2007

Oh, just a friend of Maudie’s.

A friend with a cleft asshole?