Dude.

dude, whoa.
like, Saturday night was like, whoa, dude.
this band Traindodge, like, whoa. Super Sweet dude.
In fact, sweet sets all round, dude. good night and all that, dude.
come to think of it, dude, the alley behind Phils makes a great place to listen to bands while being completely incapacitated. Its soothing when you're face down on the asphalt to hear the gentle push of the bass reverberating through the concrete. Ahhh, dude. And ya know, when the chips are down and ya don't remember who ya are, always count on Phils alley as a place to find a wad of chewing gum with some flavor left in it. Ahhhh, dude. Fresh breath is very important when you drive home totally wasted. That way, when you tell that fine officer the tree pulled out in front of you, he'll be totally convinced you have your wits about you and are reasonably fine and dandy, if not for a little dizzy. Dude.

don't, don't, don't throw me away,
Dude.