Meet the Big Lebowski of cats.
Her name is Hesperia, but truly and henceforth in this blog,
she will be referred to as simply "The dude".
Not the dudette 'cause she a female, but the dude.
Why? Because she encompasses his very being.
Please put this on and get in da dude mood:
Feel them dude vibes.
Not the dudette 'cause she a female, but the dude.
Why? Because she encompasses his very being.
Please put this on and get in da dude mood:
Feel them dude vibes.
She is the coolest of cool. She is the dude of cats.
The actual dude dude of all dudes there ever was.
She is the man and she'll express her feelings about furniture decor.
Yeah, that rug really tied the room together.
Promise I won't pee on your rug.
Promise I won't pee on your rug.
We call this dude yoga.
The dude likes gazing on at the world, and just being.
The dude knows no occupation, only occupying your heart.
"I'm the Dude. So that's what you call me. You know, that or, uh,
His Dudeness, or uh, Duder, or El Duderino if
you're not into the whole brevity thing".
His Dudeness, or uh, Duder, or El Duderino if
you're not into the whole brevity thing".
If you're looking for the colossal of chill, the Everest of ever resting,
please check out the one, the only, Hesperia, da dude of cats.
The dude abides.
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