My boy puked in my car, but he was Duke about it and cleaned up.
My chick is Duke, doesn't mind dudes poker night.

I was at Jersey Mike's on my lunch break, and sitting one table over I see this guy wearing a New England Patriots Tebow jersey, and I'm like oh Lord keep me from doing what I'm about to do, and I look at my half eaten chicken parm, and I look over at Chowder stuffing his face with bread and mayo, and I look back to my chicken parm, and I look back at Tebow, and I ask God for strength, but Chowder starts choking and hacks out a thick, rattly cough, and doesn't cover his mouth, and it's like I leave my own goddam corporeal being and watch as a hand not my own picks up the parm, and a body not my own rises, walks over to Tebow, yells "Cover your fucking mouth next time," and slaps the parm down on his sandwich. Suddenly returned to my self, I shout, "You just got fucking DUKED" raise my arms, and walk out. Best fucking duking of my life.

I never knew "duke" was a slang word for butt sex.

I'm going somewhere with the dukes

"Put up your dukes, and lets rumble"

"Lets duke it out. first one to cry is a yancy pants."

Of course Duke won't sell the secret family recipe.

Sam: "What's up duke?"
Charles: "Nothing what about you dude?"

Brian: "What do you think about John?"
Kevin: "Duke is cool."