Everyone has met The Dude at some point, or at least A
Dude. He's the guy you can find at a party, the one who supplied the
beer. He is most likely a
stepfather of one of your aquaintances. Socializing with The Dude is always a treat.
On one run-in with A Dude, several underage drinkers were hanging out in a garage at a kegger. Dude comes in and, in jest, I say, "O shit. Hide it, we're fucking busted." Dude says, "Shit, what, you think I'm the wife?" Priceless moments such as these are why I go to otherwise disappointing parties.
Another Dude at another party, where kids really weren't having fun. Me and a friend were a bit away from the huddled masses, and A Dude comes up and says, "Get down on your knees and drink." My friend replied, "My mom doesn't want me to." Dude says, "I don't care what your mother says." So Dude pushes him down and makes him drink from the keg for about ten seconds. Later that evening, after Dude had spread his cheer, he got on his dirtbike and raced around a cul-de-sac in circles, woo-hooing.
Dudes are fun. Next time you see one, seize the opportunity to talk these care-free people. Very transcendental.