Dude and Dude: Mister 22

“Earth ta Dude!”

“I’ve taken my protein pills!”

“So’s ya c’n be more‘ve a pill than ya wuz b’fore? As if ya wuzn’t odd enuff a’ready. But it’s just ’bout midnight, 2021’s ’bout done. If’n ya wanna see tha ball drop, ya’d better get out here, like, fast!

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll get there when I get there, dig?”

“Suit yerself. 5 .. 4 .. 3 .. 2 .. what tha?!?”

Happy Nude Year, dude!”

“Du-UUUUUDE! This wuz not whut I meant by ‘ball drop’!!”

“Ya told me ta suit myself!”

“I liked yer otha birthday suit betta, which ain’t sayin’ much. Dude, this gag wasn’t funny in 2011, an’ ya ain’t no more fun ta look at now than ya wuz then, ya feel me? Ya might spit tha rose out an’ stick a apple in yer mouth. At least that’d fit yer body shape, Porky. Better still, get some clothes on.”

Dammit, dude, when’re we gonna start havin’ fun at New Years? 2020 wuz a dead loss, an’ 2021 took one look at 2020 an’ said hold my beer, just like we wuz afraid of!”

“Don’ hold yer breath, dude. From tha looks a things, 2022 gonna be handin’ beers ta both 2021 an’ 2020, an if’n at this time next year we’s both still alive an’ not wearin’ barrels, we c’n be doin’ happy dances.”


“Not if’n ya know what’s good fer ya, dude! Now git, yer freakin’ me out!”

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