So, im laying in my bunker at the rehab joint (so to speak), listening to some Bob Dylan and in walks Victoria one of my perfectly beautiful nurses aides—young, pretty, smart, shaped as God intended.
Mr Tambourine Man happens to be playing. She says, “thats nice”.
I ask, “do you listen to Bob Dylan?”
The look on her face tells me whats coming next.
“I dont honestly know who that is.”
Good Lord. Three generations down the tubes. Geezus.
Perfect subject for his next ballad.
Mr Tambourine Man happens to be playing. She says, “thats nice”.
I ask, “do you listen to Bob Dylan?”
The look on her face tells me whats coming next.
“I dont honestly know who that is.”
Good Lord. Three generations down the tubes. Geezus.
Perfect subject for his next ballad.
