'Cadoed!

chill-iwi-mon:

‘IWI, what up with that fine frontal fruit, Mr. Schmidt?

TOKE a look down and acknowledge the flavor.

Got an emule from this bro Alex Watt who talks like Crocodile Dundee, so I think he must be from some other country like Europe or Hawaii or something.  He said:

Couldn’t find a rippin’ ripe ‘cado to properly crank the prank, so we had to do the “make do” with a tropic-alternative and get kiw-azy with a kiwi.

I don’t understand, either, but that must be what ‘cadoes look like in Iraq or wherever.

And speaking of dog-by-‘cadoings, Ricky Faust sent this one in accompanied with the following missive:

Totes ‘cadoed this bro looking for kosher pups!

I guess bros think they’re safe in certain areas of the supermarket, but if you’re rollin’ hood down anywhere in the Piggly Wiggly, you’re a target.  It seems obvious, but:

STAY FROSTY! ESPECIALLY IN DA FREEZER SECTION!!

Despite his radiant name, Sunny the Pooch is always prepared for inclement weather. Too bad the poor dog-bro wasn’t ready for a downpour of ‘CADOED! from his lady-brah, Delaney!

How’s that old saying go, Dawg? Oh yeah, I remember: “It’s raining ‘cadoes and dogs, so watch out you don’t step in an avo-poodle.”

Did you know that bros in Germany (I think they’re called brüds there) are totally into the ‘cado scene?

 Actually, David Friberg, who sent this in, didn’t tell me that he’s a German brüd. I just figured it out after seeing that scene in Tarantino’s Inglourious Basterds where (If you haven’t seen this movie yet, I don’t know what rock you’ve been drinking under, but [SPOILER ALERT]) that one Nazi deutschbag calls out the double-agent dude as being a totally British bloke cuz he doesn’t count with his thumb like regular Krauts do.

I’m not exactly sure why Herr Dave’s counting to three in this pic, but my keen sense of ‘cadenfreude makes me think that there’s two more ‘cadöes in his boy Franz’s schiessenpack.

Sadly, in the midst of this economic downturn, many bros can’t afford a TV, furniture or even a simple Jimi Hendrix poster to cover the bare wall!  That’s why we should thank ‘Cado for the simple pleasures.  Like the arts.  Or like spotting your hooded bro sketching and TOTALLY DISTRACTED.

Still Life with Bowl of ‘CADOED!
Kyle Ashe, c. 2012
Digital Color Photograph
United States, Private Collection

PS- Very impressive levitation skills, Kyle!

Brother John Gross in Austin writes:

“Does guac count? It used to be a ‘cado.”

Frankly, I was a little afraid to open this pic and very much relieved to find that said guac was sealed up in a container.  

But to answer your question, John (and it’s a good one): Normally we here at ‘Cadoed! would frown upon using anything but a regulation issue ‘Cado. We have to admit, though, that you did your thing with such style and panache that we were able to find it within our hard, dark green hearts to accept this instance of guac-ing… Just this once, though!

Students of the ‘Cado: Please take note of this bro’s excellent use of elbow technique here- used to support and mask the weight in his bro’s hood- and maybe even better, his palpable display of enthusiasm.

Happy New Year, Dudes!!  I’m proud to report that bros from all around the globe rang in 2012 by watching the ‘Cado drop… into their bros’s hoods.

Z. Ippen, who sent in this pic (cool name, bro!), was slick enough to slip Baby New Year’s the ‘Cado.

3…2…1… ‘Cadoed!

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the crib

This dude was texting right in front of his sib(ling)

His hoodie wide open, he sat on his chair,

Not realizing his bro put a ‘cado in there!

“this is my stupid brother, too busy texting (on xmas eve!) to realize he’s been ‘cadoed. ”cadoed you my friend’ is what i said immediately after.”

Bleep Bloop, Bleep Bloop.  I’m afraid Adam’s gonna have some major ‘Roids Rage once he finishes his game and discovers that Smokey done ‘CADOED! his ass!