Re: Bob Dylan's music is special because...(feel free to add your own reason)

On Feb 27, 1:18 pm, The Hysterical Bride <rache...@xxxxxxx> wrote:
On Feb 27, 12:59 pm, crazytimes <crazytime...@xxxxxxxxx> wrote:





On Feb 27, 3:41 pm, The Hysterical Bride <rache...@xxxxxxx> wrote:

On Feb 27, 12:32 pm, crazytimes <crazytime...@xxxxxxxxx> wrote:

On Feb 27, 12:56 pm, The Hysterical Bride <rache...@xxxxxxx> wrote:

On Feb 26, 10:45 pm, poisoned rose <pr...@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
I guess a lot of old salts enjoy having a thirtyish girl around who loves to
post about her tits, *** and vibrator. Hard to imagine any other reasoning.
It's one thing to say "Cut her some slack...she's ill," but this degree of
coddling -- as if she's a newsgroup VIRTUE -- is beyond ridiculous.

You're just jealous because you aren't as popular as I am. lol.

Stop it...  Pr wants... er, needs, all the negative attention...

Isn't this is turning out to be a fun-filled thread...

It's the "Let's Talk and Fight About Each Other" thread, starring
poisoned rose.

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Yes, that would be impossi...

HEY RACHEL!!!!!!

Omg, who the hell are you? How did you get into my post?????

IT'S ME, BOB DYLAN!!!!!

Oh yeah, right! Well, I suppose it's possible, considering you are the
one and only Great Bob Dylan. How are you doing this?????

I'm inside you, Rachel.

How did you get inside me?

We're soulmates.

That's ridiculous. I don't believe in that kind of hokey crap.

Well, believe it. It's really me, Bobby D.

Omg, you are so corny. Do you have to rhyme all the time?

You just rhymed there yourself, and you didn't even do it on purpose.
See, we're soulmates.

lol. OK, whatever you say, Mr. Dylan, I just wish you would respect
the sanctity of my body and get out of my brain.

I can't. I'm trapped in here.

Do you hate me?

Of course I hate you. I hate everybody.

Oh. Are you going to come be with me?

What do you need me for?

Because you are a cute little old man, and I want to hang out with you
in your jacuzzi, NAKED.

I can get supermodels, what do I need YOU for?

Because I love you.

I don't believe in that hokey crap. I'm a rock star.

Alright, forget it then. I didn't know that. I thought you were a nice
man who lived all alone and sat on his raggedy beat up couch all day.

You need to find yourself another couch potato.

No, I can't handle that reality. I would be forced to face the horror
of my own low class pedestrian existence.

You are rather a low-life, aren't you?

Yes, I'm an amoeba.

You don't even deserve to go to another one of my concerts.

I can't understand them anyway. The only thing I understood was your
cushy behind.

I hate you for touching me. You embarrassed me. I was trying to get
away from you.

You weren't trying very hard, Mr. Dylan.

Well, it was so soft, it felt so good, and I'm a hedonist, so I was
rather conflicted.

Did you get a hard on?

Yes, and the juice was running down my leg.

Can't you just come over and say hi?

No.

OK, never mind, I'm going to go get a life.

Good luck.

Thanks. OK, bye now.

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Dear Bob Dylan,

If you don't get out of my body THIS INSTANT, I am going to hire Rabbi
Berg to perform an exorcism.

DO YOU HEAR ME BOB DYLAN???

ARE YOU STILL IN THERE???????

Sincerely,
Rachel

(no comment from the peanut gallery. bob dylan remains silent out of
fear that he will no longer be able to hang out with Rachel.)
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