They call me Cuban Pete
I’m the king of the rhumba beat
When I play the maracas I go chick chicky boom, chick chicky boom
Let me explain something to you. I am not Mr. Lebowski. YOU’RE Mr. Lebowski. I’M THE DUDE!
So that’s what you call me.
Pug and large ball. That is all.
codeux1: Now your briefcase can make phone calls…
Lest we forget the birthday of a solider, Dresden bombing survivor and one of the most potently derisive voices on the wartime experience in american literature.
Happy Birthday to Kurt Vonnegut, November 11, 1922 – April 11, 2007
Here’s a portrait I did a while back on my art blog:http://courtneyohearnart.tumblr.com/image/25003120332
What’s your favourite Vonnegut-ism?