Dude and Dude: It’s A Lock

“Well, dammit, dude.”

“You shoulda thought of that before it started raining, dude.”

“Don’t rain on my parade, dude, things are already bad enough. I broke the key to the beer fridge.”


“You shoulda …”

“Oh, shut up. I suppose you want me to run out and see if we can get a replacement made.”

Would you, dude? That’d be gnarly. Here, you’ll need this.”

“A plane ticket, dude? To Istanbul?!?

“The lock was made in the Middle East, dude. It’ll only take a Turk key.”


Happy Thanksgiving from The Amoeba (“He”), The Quill (“She”), and The Dudes. (Reg and Syd are at at a table at the far end of the room, going “Bah, Humbug!” and talking grand strategy with Jack.)

  – O Ceallaigh
Copyright © 2009 Felloffatruck Publications. All wrongs deplored.
All opinions are mine as a private citizen.


    • “She never has liked us much, has she, dude?”

      “Well, dude, then I guess it’s a good thing we don’t eat much.”

      “Speak for yourself, dude. I could virtually eat the whole turkey myself!

      “You’re virtually right, dude.”


    My family will be celebrating the day at Prince Court Restaurant next to Ala Wai Harbor.

    I promise to eat enough for 10 people. It won’t be hard…

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