It was hijacked by a bunch of lads to go on a 'Summer Holiday' Dude: Where's my portrait - (Dorian Gray said I had to take care of it)
You need only look into a mirror and see the old, horribly wrinkled, and disfigured man looking back at you, to know the picture was destroyed Dude, where's my hiking boots?
You used your last bottle of Ortho Weed B Gone after the DEA raided your home and in a panic spread it all over your stash. The Feds were not amused. Dude, Where’s my portable fan?
Currently attempting the ten-minute-mile in a sleeping bag! Dued;where's the prat that mis-spelled dude gone?
Ah,so THAT'S what it was! We donated it to the 'save a chubby horse' charity...oops... My dear Mr Dude;have you an inkling regarding the whereabouts of one's mysteriously disappeared wallet,perchance?
Ah-oops;I thought it was your lost stocking [ohh,yes-we know about you,toots!] so I gave it a good sniffing b4 handing it back to Mrs Angel. Dude;where has my self-respect gone?
With age comes the reality of time now passed when one had the desire to impress and more comfortable now with lazy rest and ease of comfort without expectancy. Dude: where's my walking stick?
With the fraud squad - dodgy dealings reported by disgruntled windscreen washers Dude: where's my nearest library?
Why do you care the local library doesn't carry books on demonology, pornography, or voodoo Dude, Where's my office chair?