Dude and Dude: Boll-ivia


“You say somethin’, dude?”

“Only at the top of my lungs, dude. What’s the matter with you?”

“Just a few thousand bombs bursting in air, dude. Things have been kinda peaceful ever since, y’know?”

“Dude, you don’t need no fireworks to play the ‘I can’t hear you’ game. Next time, try this.”

Cotton, dude? And what’re you doing to it?”

Raw cotton, dude. For your ears. So I can pull it out when I’m talkin’ to you, and you won’t have no excuses. As for what I’m doing, I’m ginning the seeds out of it. And I’m gonna plant them everyplace I can reach.”

“That’s a lot of work, dude.”

“It’ll be worth it, dude. Conditions on Hawai‘i are perfect for growing cotton. Especially after all the fireworks these past few days. There won’t be a weevil spirit anyplace …”


Tip of the propeller beanie to Musings.