DEREK BYRNE





THE DUDE-THE BIG LEBOWSKI






The Dude: Hey, careful, man, there's a beverage here!





The Dude: Let me explain something to you. Um, I am not "Mr. Lebowski". You're Mr. Lebowski. 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.









"Alright, alright, I've got four dollars, almost five..."
Well Derek had that amount of money, until he paid for those awful purple shirts and visors for his whole team, then he had $2.25.

“I do mind, the Dude minds. This will not stand, ya know, this aggression will not stand, man.”

Does anything ever bother the Dude, ahhh, Derek, aka DMonk?

Derek and Lebowski made similar “lifestyle” choices, to keep themslves mostly unadorned from the things all us cubicles monkeys have fallen for: schedules, 40 hour work weeks, and wearing a shirt and tie to work every day. The revolution is over but it appears that maybe the bums won.

Although the Dude does have own apartment.

He is nearly unflappable on the golf course, MVP, winning Captain, perennial top 5 pick, he has the MB resume of a first ballot hall of famer, of course if he wants a celebratory cigarette to smoke he will need to bum one off someone.

About the only thing that can get in his way down there seems to be if he runs into a hot golfer or if he is teamed with Hanlon.





written by joe mo