I was gonna hold off on this quiz and build a bigger and better lebowski quiz myself, which i will still do, but fuck it, i can't be worried about that shit. I took it, and what a shocker, i'm the dude, man. Or his dudeness or el duderino if you're not into the whole brevity thing. Try this quiz out, even if you believe in nothing!
P.S. - I have registered lebowskination.com for an upcoming tribute to the best film ever made. It will feature a lotta ins, a lotta outs and a lotta what-have-you's. Posted by scotty at June 10, 2005 11:40 AM
Seizing the moment when their producer had sobered up, the Toxic Angels reluctantly returned to Studio 107 to finish what they'd started. It wasn't easy. The mixing and re-recording sessions were an ongoing labour of love and hate. Comprimises were made, girlfriends interfered, parents complained, and finally after many debates over pitchers at Hanovers, the final changes were accepted. The producer still demanded more cowbell. And in the end, after all the fighting, all the strife and confusion, the group, exhausted again, came back together and agreed on what history will record as the "WHO CARES" EP.
Now in the can, the only thing left to do was to take it on the road.
When we return, the Angels take it on the road, but how will the public react?
Posted by: Biff on June 16, 2005 08:56 PMbring it on home, mur!
Posted by: scotty on June 16, 2005 08:37 PMAfter a two week, non-stop, intense recording session for the "Who Cares" EP, the Angels (and their producer/engineer) were both emotionally and physically exhausted (and wildly drunk). It was time for everyone to take a break and regroup. Everyone went their separate ways. So naturally, everyone headed to the Forum to clear their heads and renew their creative energies.
But this was escapism at its' best... there was work to be done. The 'Who Cares' EP was on tape, sure, but it needed to be mixed... it needed the golden touch. There was work to be done. The Toxic Angels had a date with destiny at Studio 107 to groom the beast they had created.
Posted by: Biff on June 16, 2005 08:15 PMHoly Crap!! It's Biff!!!! The dude is alive!!
What the hell happened to these toxic angels you speak of??
Rock it!
That didn't post properly.
Anyways... I am Bunnie Lebowski
I married an old man for his money. This good becasue I owe money all over town to known pornographers. I'm so desparate that I offer blowjobs for $1,000 and tried to kidnap myself for $1,000,000 ransom. Oh yeah, I'm a slut.
Big Surprise here!
According to the "Which Big Lebowski character are you?" quiz:
Why don't you check it out? Or we cut off your Johnson!
What up Finny, you bitch! Send me your new phone number!
Why am I not surpised at being "The Dude"?...is it the fact that out of all my friends, I am the only one that owned my own custom fitted bowling ball and to this day still rock the robe?
Posted by: Killer on June 13, 2005 06:21 AMI can't resist one more.......
http://www.eng.buffalo.edu/~hulme/Graphics/lebowski/click.mp3
Posted by: Bri-man on June 12, 2005 01:24 PMhttp://www.eng.buffalo.edu/~hulme/Graphics/lebowski/micturated.mp3
Posted by: the Bri-man on June 12, 2005 01:20 PMJesus, I'm Jesus..
"That's right, Dude. They peed on your fucking rug."
Vagina...OVER THE LINE!!!
Posted by: Capt. on June 11, 2005 02:00 PMshut the fuck up, vagina - you're out of your element!!
Posted by: scotty on June 11, 2005 01:49 PMboooooooring
Posted by: metal vagina on June 11, 2005 01:27 PMfuckin' biff! good shit man!
Posted by: scotty on June 11, 2005 08:14 AMweird, it appears i'm lebowski, maybe i'm just tired tonight....yawn
Posted by: the Rosa on June 11, 2005 03:06 AMHello. My name is Biff and I am a Roadie. My career started with a tragically misunderstood group known at one time as the Toxic Angels. The music industry in 1989 was simply not ready for the agressive style and rebellious, take-no-prisoners attitude this quarrelsome quartet unleashed on a completely unprepared music scene.
After two years in the womb developing thier skills, the Angels exploded onto the scene in 1989-90 with their breakthrough demo release "Who Cares?". Their sound was unlike anything Westmount had ever heard. The reverb-drenched, alcohol and stripper-lust fueled genius of legendary engineer/producer Paul Venesoen distilled the raw energy of the group into a focused, auditory blitzkreig.
The band was riding a wave of fame and success. But fame is a cruel, fickle, spiteful bitch. Little did the idealistic young Toxic Angels know that disaster was waiting just around the corner.
(Behind the Music will be right back after these messages.)
Posted by: Biff on June 11, 2005 02:14 AMAnd also lets not forget, lets NOT forget, dude that keeping wildlife...uh...an amphibious rodent for...uh, you know domestic...within the city...that ain't legal either.
Posted by: captain on June 10, 2005 05:02 PMDude.
Posted by: meg on June 10, 2005 02:27 PMDon't fuck with the Jesus!
Posted by: Natalie on June 10, 2005 01:36 PMIam Maude Lebowski :)
Posted by: batman on June 10, 2005 12:19 PM