Nobody calls me Lebowski... I'm the Dude, man!

[For you The Big Lebowski fans]

Way out in Wisconsin there was this fella I wanna tell ya' about. He's a hound dog who belongs to a guy who goes by the name of Jason Schindler. See, this hound, he called himself "The Dude". Now, Dude, there's a name no dog would self-apply where I come from. But then there was a lot about the Dude that didn't make a whole lot of sense. And a lot about where he lived, likewise. But then again, maybe that's why I found the place so darned interestin'. See, they call Wisconsin The Cheesy State, but I didn't find it to be that, exactly. But I'll allow it as there are some strange folks there. 'Course, I ain't never been to London, and I ain't never seen France. And I ain't never seen no queen in her damned undies, so the fella says. But I'll tell you what, after seeing Wisconsin, and this here story I'm about to unfold, well, I guess I seen somethin' every bit as stupefyin' as you'd seen in any of them other places. And in English, too. Now this here story I'm about to unfold took place Monday. I only mention it because sometimes there's a dog, I wont say a hero, 'cause what's a hero? Sometimes, there's a dog. And I'm talkin' about the Dude here - The dude from Wisconsin. Sometimes, there's a dog, well, he's the dog for his time and place. He fits right in there. And that's the Dude. The Dude, from Wisconsin. And even if he's a lazy hound - and the Dude was most certainly that - quite possibly the laziest in all of Monroe County. Which would place him high in the runnin' for laziest worldwide. Sometimes there's a dog, sometimes, there's a dog. Well, I lost my train of thought here. But... aw, hell. I've done introduced it enough. Now I'm too tired to tell the story, so why don't ya just read about it here:

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/17352099/?GT1=9033

One thing I can say about the Dude... that hound really tied the room together.