The "Young Hippies Appreciate Bob Dylan" thread

neato


...but im kind of confused

 

Yes, his song "Almost Cut My Hair" that he wrote with Neil Diamond, Steven Spielburg, David Bowie, and Billy Graham was also very well written.

 

i like the part where he throws the sheep off the cliff and paints the bottom half of his body in christmas colors

 

that wasn't dylan, it was his father. jesus.

 

oh

well..i didn't get a good look, he only hung around for a bit

 

the long hair, sandals, and hunchbacks can confuse anyone.

 

If I ever become famous i want you guys to write my biography.

 

In blood even...

 

or crayon, whatever's handy.

 

i'll never forget that night him and that penguin spent at my house.

 

Most people don't know it but Artey (the penguin) wrote most of Bob's songs.

 

yeah, they told me that when we were eating shoestring potatoe sticks.

 

Yeah, soon as the shoestring potatoe sticks come out everybody starts giving their secrets away.

 

yeah.. =\ ...thats the night he told me that ed was his and madonna's lovechild


tragic, really...

 

does dna prove that? because bob told me himself that SARS made madonna infertile.

 

ach...maybe that was the night i had one too many shoestring potato sticks and french's french fried onions if you know what i mean

 

yeah. the decaf coffee and penicillin make it worse.

 

i should have thought of that before it got so bad


line dancing on the tables to 'don't go chasing waterfalls' = a bigg no no
maybe i should have waited until the children got off the swing set..

 

its acceptable south of the mason dixon line and in remote ares of wyoming (although they deny it) but only with your pants on backwards and unmatching shoes.

bob still made that mistake a second time in marseille (hopped up on a rare drink made of aspartame, champagne, and his own blood) and they deported him to guam. i hear.

 

Occasionally, he'll get bare-assed and click his heels while attending barber's school under the influence of LSD. He flies to Hawaii every day with Jack Johnson, his lover, and they frequently enjoy doing each other's hair. Sometimes, on a dark night, when the moon is shining brightly, you can hear Bob singing "Lean Wit It, Rock Wit It" when he's drunk off his ass on moonshine, screwing his four cousins. Of course, he likes to have a little Cherry 7-Up afterwards, but I reckon he'd want to pop a cap in your ass if you didn't let him.

George H. W. Bush knows what I'm talking about. He gets his freak on like that.