A fork and a knife
Wetsuit and 6ft bong
An empty wallet and far too many hobbies.
Bong and blow lighter
Guillotine and list of billionaires and corrupt politicians
A soldering iron and a thumb drive full of linux distros.
a 2013 ThinkPad and a bottle of Adderall
Glasses (missing)
Extra large toilet roll
Ibuprofen and an Energy drink
Crippling ADHD and an uncomfortable smile.
A cat and a… cat.
Yep. Except I’m a dude.
So is she.
We are all dudes on this blessed day.
If you live in California for more than a few weeks you quickly learn that “dude” has as much meaning and gender as 6-7.
She is dude. The meme is dude. The cats are dudes. Her clothes are dudes. Her shoes are dudes. Her expression is dude. Falling and breaking her hip is dude.
So yes, we are all dude.
Dude is all.
Always.
Yup, dude is only size conscious. All things are just dudes, little dudes, or big dudes.
Speak for yourself
Crippling anxiety and a bottle of Zoloft
Moonshine and night vision goggles. Let’s jiggle!
I guess I’ll take the red dancing shoes and action bills, then. Also pills. Lots of pills
Commence to jigglin’!
Disappointment and disgust.
My 12ga muzzle loading shotgun and my birch bark canoe. I would of course come dressed as a 1700’s Voyeur trapper roaming across the uncharted lakes and rivers of what is now northern US and southern Canada.
While I don’t have a birch bark canoe currently, I do have an 18ft aluminum canoe that would do. I do own a muzzle-loading smoothebore flintlock fowler. And I can, and have in the past, dress as a Voyeur. Sadly my French absolutely sucks. Though I can speak a smattering of Ojibwe.
That’s as close as I can come to an action adventure figure.
