A Night at Chucktarlos' (Ode to Chuck): The Quazi-dudes: Volume #1

Since the Powers that Be (errr... Thew) recently ruled that only Charter members were full-blooded dudes, i have decided to focus on the half-breeds (Cause again, would Cray be able to fulfill his duditorial duties without Chandler's financial backing? Surely you jest!) in another series brought to you exclusively by WitterOn. Without these guys, the organization affectionately, and sometimes resentfully, known as the dudes just wouldn't be what is has become.
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For Chuck, years of perseverance had paid off. Not even a secondary degree from Thew's most-hated institution, M-State, could keep him from becoming an intricate part of the dudes--"so necessary," if you will. So, here the two were, deeply engrossed in a spirited match of the game Chinamen are most passionate about. And as the ping-pong ball clipped the side of the table Thew cried out in what has become a redundant, yet appropriate, phrase--"Geez. You Buckstered me, again."

The scene would seem eerily homoerotic to an outside party, but somewhere behind CantarLos, nestled between a cooler of soured Miller High Life and two large, attentive Golden Labs, Hunter smiles and nods his approval. At the same time,"crowd skinny" Creighton slides through the door speaking to whomever will listen, "no...see, now that he's on house arrest, the Hot-chick is never going to do it with the Yard boy again. But at least Peter Brady is getting some action." In the dining room table on the other side of the door, Lenwa is boring Buckley with his plans of fail-proof financial success--"I can get the land for $3,300 an acre...but you want to clear title so..." In the next room, Critter is kicking my ass in pool as Y101 plays a 3 Doors Down song for the 4th time since I've been here.

Nothing was really special about the night, but good times were had by each dude in attendance. Their collective happiness wasn't wrought through ping-pong or pool(though both are damn, good games), a flat-screen television with digital cable, good food, cold beer, or women (since there were none to be found...damn it.). No. The joy comes from the incomparable hosting skills--the quality and classiness, of the Chucktarlos--the dude that came too late.

So if you see the Chuck out and about over the course of the weekend, buy the man a drink, and let him talk about duck hunting as long as he wants. He's put up with us on a daily basis, whether Thew's the only one of us he really likes or not. Either way, he's earned it (the shish- kebobs are always fantismo).

Heres to you, Chuckles.