Re: Perfume Marketers Take Heed!

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On Apr 30, 1:38 pm, Jumbo <ch...@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:

On Apr 30, 9:25 pm, AndoDoug <andodoug...@xxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:

This from Carrie Fisher: "While a call from Bob Dylan once left her
hopeful that the Tambourine Man was romantically interested in her,
she was heartbroken to learn he only wanted her business advice. Get
this: Fisher said Dylan was interested in talking to her about helping
him come up with a name for a cologne he was planning to launch.
Bizarre as that may sound, Fisher said Dylan also told her he wanted
to open a beauty shop. George Harrison told Fisher at the time that
Dylan was always thinking of ways to leave the entertainment business
to live a so-called normal life."

And what would this scent have been named, pray tell RMDers!

How about The Tail of the Dragon?

That's good. Other possibilities:

Mozam-reek.

Whiff Not For You.

Scent to See the Gypsy.

Spray Lady Spray

Eau Sister.

A Fume Such as I
God Nose
Aromatically Sweet Marie
Desolation Rose
Olfactorily Yours
Fumigator of Eden
High Water
Shot of Love
Bouquet for a Friend
Love Stink
Every Grain of Sandalwood
Musk of the Time
New Mowning

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I think this would be a good one:

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Dear Mr. Dylan,

I just had a really good idea. Why don't you start a men's fragrance
and call it "Unbelievable" and then I can sue you, and I will get to
meet you in court!

PLEASE SHAVE AND WEAR YOUR POLKA DOTTED SHIRT AND JACKET FROM
UNPLUGGED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(i'll give you all your money back.)

hmm...let's figure out how much the court would award me, and we can
figure that as how much it costs for me to meet bob dylan.

i have no idea, but that might be an interesting little thing to
figure out.

Rachel

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maybe I should have called it "cologne."

i was just rereading my letter, and that's what the person referred to
is as.

poor english.

whatever.

AIN'T.

(that's for my mother.)(she doesn't read this I am sure. She can't
handle it. It's too awful. Throwing myself at Bob Dylan, a rock star.
It's SHAMEFUL to her. Totally humiliating. It makes her sick to her
stomach.)

(I have a really funny story to tell. My mother told it to me, but
coming from her, it wasn't funny. She didn't mean it to be funny. She
felt guilty. She told me how she felt so bad. I didn't like it,
either, ANY OF IT. OMG, but right now, it's so funny. SHE'S THE
F*CKING C*NT, NOT ME.)(or maybe i inherited whatever I have from her.)
(No way. Socially, as a child, the lines were there, AND I DIDN'T MAKE
THEM. I DIDN'T LIKE IT. I wanted to be friends/friendly with them and
everything, they didn't want it. They hated us.)

She told me how she was going through a drive-through, i think it was
McDonald's (LOL! That's why this is so funny, she had no right to act
like a snob, when she fed me broiled chicken and dark green salad with
oil and vinegar and no sugar cereals, no white bread, and all that.)

Anyway, she was going through a McDonald's drive-through, in what was
at the time the family Volvo, oh G-d, this is really bad, anyway, and
she wanted a hamburger and fries or something, and the woman there
said something like, "we ain't open for that yet" (lol) and my mom was
so annoyed, that she said sarcastically, "You ain't?" LOL!

RWL. (Roaring With Laughter)
TARDMC. (Tears Almost Rolling Down My Cheeks)

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I have to correct something.

This one girl in my 9th grade English class, Theresa, when I first got
there, new in the public school system (Princeton), we were friends.
So I take back about what I said about them hating us, or me, or them
being totally separate.

But I fucked it up, I guess.

I was just being myself, and teasing her about her sweatshirt which
said "Jo Jo" on it, I didn't and stlil don't know what it means, this
was probably all my fault, I'm sure it was, and she got offended, and
when I tried to apologize later, I reached out gently to touch her,
and she flipped out and started to attack me, physically. She came at
me, I don't remember who was there to pull her off, to stop it, a
teacher or something I guess. This was in the hallway.

Then they were all threatening me. THEN they hated me.

Ok, I am remembering.

It was all my fault.

It had nothing to do with color.

It was because her sweatshirt said "Jo Jo" on it, and I was teasing
her about it.

I don't remember why.

Because I am an ignorant fucking ***.

But I was not a racist.

It had nothing to do with that.

And I tried to apologize.

That wasn't going to happen.

They had to move my locker up from the basement with all the African-
American students, and put me next to my old best friend from private
school who came there, too.

I feel bad.

But they weren't friends with any of the white students.

Well, the jocks were friends with some of the white girls. Maybe even
interracial dating. And the black girls didn't like those white girls.

That's all I know.

I had one very very close friend who was black, I met her later, her
locker wasn't in the basement, and she was a little different,
different background. She didn't live where most of them did. She was
adopted and had white parents.

Well, anyway.

I still feel bad that I fucked up that friendship with Theresa.

P.S. It was only in class. We sat in the back and talked. Maybe I
started the whole thing. I never took school seriously. (I tried to
apologize to her in a hallway, somewhere in the school, not the
basement, I don't remember) I guess I was always about have as much
fun as possible. I was very bad. I always got into a lot of trouble.
On the tests they give you to see if you are possibly schizophrenic,
they have you rate the truth of this statement. "I was a cut-up in
school." I didn't know how to answer that because I had no idea what
that meant, a "cut-up"

I think those test are trying to influence weak minds, to make people
schizophrenic. They plant ideas in the heads of weaker people, and
they get sick.

Just a theory.

Now I think I know what it means. It makes sense to me now.

So, oh great, I take that long test about your psychological profile,
and they will say I am schizophrenic.

I HONESTLY DON'T THINK I AM GETTING SECRET MESSAGES FROM THE
TELEVISION.

It's just COINCIDENCES.

BUT I CAN'T HELP IT.

I TAKE IT PERSONALLY.

Maybe I am saved from schizophrenia since it's not a secret.

I do not wear a tin foil hat, and I do not communicate with aliens.

I do not sit in front of the television all day with a flat look on my
face, and do not "have no goals."

My goal is for Bob Dylan to call me.

I think he is singing about me.

But I am confused, because he has now and has had girlfriends, and he
ate out Sally Kirkland, etc.. etc...

I DON'T THINK HE IS BEING HONEST.

Ok, here is my goal.

To be a writer.

Whoopdee doo.

How exquisite.

How charming.

How romantic.

How pleasurable.

How sensual.

How respectable.

How wonderful for me.

Hurray for me.

*** ME UP THE *ASS* BOB DYLAN. I WANT TO MARRY YOU, AND I AM NOT GOOD
ENOUGH.

thanks for nothing.

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And you are not too OLD for me, Dr. Methuselah.

If you hurry up, Modern Times can be your last album, and I can have
your baby when you are 71. (lol)

Omg, you are very old.

Please stay active and keep riding bicycles.

Do you HAVE to have sex?

Why can't you just masturbate? I heard Bill Maher say that if you
masturbate 5 times a week it will help you prevent prostate cancer.
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I was just remembering, too, they called it the "ghetto." Where the
black people lived.

I am just remembering, that a friendly black girl, through sports,
that was the connection, I remember her saying it, much later. I
learned this later.

The incident was right at the beginning of school, freshman year, my
first year there.

Maybe I'm the one thinking about calling it "hate."

They hated ME.

But they hated a lot of other white kids, too.

It wasn't as bad as I am saying, but it WAS.

It feels really bad to ME, because of the separation.

That's the way THEY wanted it.

Maybe because we were all fucking ignorant racist cunts.

I don't know.

I could have gone to Princeton High and been the missing link, the
savior, the messiah, to bring together the blacks and the whites, lol,
and I failed. LOL!

It's really not funny.

Well, it sort of is.

I was making another joke.

How charming.

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