Vengeance

i've gotten 48,208 rps in 2 days! come on vengies, stop slacking! come RvR@!!@!#@!#!#$!$$!

/rude

lol, you talk big now that school's out, bish

:)

0o0o0 yea. waiting on herald to update so i can claim Teh #1 sr0c!!!

Get a job!

i have 2 of them

Big Lebowski: Are you employed, Mr. Lebowski?

The Dude: Look, let me explain something. I'm not Mr. Lebowski;  you're Mr. Lebowski.  I'm the Dude.  So that's what  you  call me.  That, or Duder. His Dudeness.  Or El Duderino, if,  you know, you're not into the whole brevity thing

Big Lebowski: Are you employed, sir?

The Dude: Employed?

Big Lebowski: You don't go out and make a living dressed like that in the middle of a weekday.

The Dude: Is this a--what day is this?

(Edited by Zutroy at 10:31 pm on June 22, 2003)

The Dude is slumped disconsolately back in his easy chair, fingers of one hand cupped over his sunglasses.  Facing him on the couch are two uniformed policeman, one middle-aged, the other a fresh-faced rookie.

At the cut the portable phone, in the Dude's lap, is chirping.  
The Dude waits for the rings to end.  When they do:

DUDE
1972 Pontiac LeBaron.

YOUNGER COP
Color?

DUDE
Green.  Some brown, or, uh, rust, coloration.

YOUNGER COP
And was there anything of value in the car?

DULLY:
DUDE
Huh?  Oh.  Yeah.  Tape deck.  Couple of Creedence tapes.  And there was a, uh. . . my briefcase.

YOUNGER COP
In the briefcase?

DUDE
Papers.  Just papers.  You know, my papers.  Business papers.

YOUNGER COP
And what do you do, sir?

DUDE
I'm unemployed.

OLDER COP
...Most people, we're working nights, they offer us coffee.

There is silence.  Dude continues to stare at a spot on the floor.  The older cop stares at him.

DUDE
...Me, I don't drink coffee.  But it's nice when they offer.