It’s at the police impound lot being held as evidence in your manslaughter trial after you hit an old lady crossing the street because in the past as a young woman she gave you an STD Dude where's me pot of gold
wherever you find it, but you may have to open your inner eyes to look for it. dude, where's my pet misplacer beast (we love to randomly travel the parallel universe of strangeness, by psionic rather then chemiotic means)
In the parallel universe all pets have the right to anonymity - so, ..... in a safe house Dude: where's my Mankini?
Somewhere where you sit ... Back of the sofa, Down the side of the chair, Under your 'throne' Dude: Where’s my Ghetto Blaster?
It’s still in possession of the Bully that stole it from you in High School back in the 1980s Dude Where’s my home version of Jeopardy
(Doubt it ,I'd long since left school in the 80's) It's sat in the corner waiting for you to ask the correct question Dude: wheres my hiking boots?
They’re still with the Hillbillies that threatened you at gunpoint to remove your boots and the rest of your clothing. Dude Where’s my Gillette Razor
in your shave bag you always put tidy away.....what its not? could be in the bin then hun dude, wheres my cucumber spahettier?
In the pocket of that Drag Queen you were chatting with the other day Dude: where's my Daily newspaper?
Currently making it's way through my system (somewhere in the intestine/colon) after I found it waiting for it to be ..... drunk. Dude; where's my Camera (the storage capacity on my phone is full)
In FBI custody; Your uncanny ability to photograph murder victims at the time of their death is highly suspicious. Dude Where's my SPECTRE DvD
It’s at the World Chess Hall of Fame in St. Louis, Missouri enclosed in a glass case under the caption; Most consecutive losses in the history of chess Dude Where's my portable GPS unit