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This here thread is for anyone who hates the **cking Eagles and is obviously not a golfer. Hell, I can get you a toe by 3 o'clock this afternoon... with nail polish. So please abide, and enjoy a white Russian or a Caucasian, but please... no marmots.

err how is this related to the movie discussion section? this sounds like some sport your talking about?

Originally posted by Mr Parker
err how is this related to the movie discussion section? this sounds like some sport your talking about?

Shut the f*ck up, Donny. Amateurs, dude.

Originally posted by Mr Parker
err how is this related to the movie discussion section? this sounds like some sport your talking about?

This aggression, it will not stand, man.

Originally posted by Mr Parker
err how is this related to the movie discussion section? this sounds like some sport your talking about?

"yeah, well..,uh, you know thats just like your opinion man."

NOBODY FUKS WITH THE JESUS

Originally posted by Mr Parker
err how is this related to the movie discussion section? this sounds like some sport your talking about? Originally posted by =Tired Hiker=
Shut the f*ck up, Donny. Amateurs, dude.
I lol'd.

Okay, so like, some of you obviously abide. As for Mr. Parker, well . . . he's a human paraquat!

Here's a little something for we Achievers to use as a tool. Have fun with it! http://users.adelphia.net/~moonshadao/LEBOWSKI.txt


SCENE OF THE DAY:

DUDE'S CAR

The Dude is driving home. A Creedence tape plays. The Dude
is sucking down a joint and a beer. He glances at the rear-view mirror--
and, noticing something, looks again.

HIS POV

A Volkswagen bug is following, a lone fat man driving.

THE DUDE

His eyes still on the mirror, he absently takes the joint
between thumb and forefinger of his right hand and flicks it
out the driver's window--except that the window is not open.
The butt bounces off the glass and down into the Dude's lap,
showering sparks.

DUDE'S CROTCH

The glowing butt rolls down the car seat between his legs.
The Dude screams. He frantically tries to put it out with his right hand.
Then he pours the beer into his crotch.

THE STREET

The car careens wildly as the surrounding traffic veers off
to, make way, horns blaring. The car finally swerves left and
smashes into a green dumpster that was sitting on the street,
knocking it over.

INSIDE THE CAR

The Dude sits stunned, his sun glasses are askewed on his nose.
The Dude grabs at his door, which won't open, and then slides over.
He is sitting on the passenger side now, away from the lit butt.
He looks around for it.

Then he looks out both sides of the car for the blue Volkswagen
that has disappeared. He looks back at the seat. There is a piece
of paper sticking out from between the cushions.

The Dude pulls it out.