Against all probability, I'm not a fan of The Big Lebowski. I don't think The Coen Brothers' intellectualism is appropriate for comedies. Droll? Sure. Ribald? Indubitably! It's like a Harold and Kumar movie written by Frasier Crane. They're auteurs, and this was a one-time rumination on a Los Angeles dopehead. So imagine their surprise when Tara Reid, renowned drunk, plastic surgery victim, and blink-and-you'll-miss-her actress in the aforementioned Lebowski, announced a sequel.
Tara's botched liposuction is a thing of legends. Like a pregnant woman who had the fetus teleported out of her, she struts the beaches, seemingly oblivious to the doughy gut that mars an otherwise pristine body. Her sequel claims are likely delusions of grandeur, hatched from a dried-out brain that still sees her as a bankable commodity.
She also claimed American Pie 4 is in the works. This one is much more likely. It's not like Eugene Levy would turn it down.