Tuesday, October 12, 2010

OOPS, I Had to Change the Title of that Last Post

Original Title: Ms. Moon on Fucking Bob Dylan

Ms. Moon did not fuck Bob Dylan. I guess that's how it might have read though.

8 comments:

Ms. Moon said...

Are you sure? I mean, I have known a few guitar players in my life...

Sarcastic Bastard said...

You crack my ass up! I am sitting here, smiling SO BIG.

Ms. Moon said...

Okay, to be honest, NOT EVEN IN MY DREAMS! That would be like fantasizing about fucking god or something. I'd be like that girl I read about once in an article about Dylan who picked up one of his cigarette butts and put it in her pocket, hoping no one would notice.
Yeah. That would be me.

But still- well- never say never. Right? Mr. Moon told me last night that if Dylan sent me out a backstage pass, he'd let me go without him. He said that because
(a) he knew it would not happen, and
(b) when the Neville Brothers' bass player did that, sent me out a backstage pass, I did not go. Because I was married to Mr. Moon.
He owes me one.

Sarcastic Bastard said...

Ms. Moon,
Bob Dylan would be lucky to get YOU. Not the other way around. Seriously.

Mr. Moon owes you several, sister.

Christina @ Fashion's Most Wanted said...

I loved Ms. Moon's post about Bob's concert. I bet I wouldn't understand half of it either. And I love that she wore sparkly eyeshadow xx

Sarcastic Bastard said...

Christina,
I knew you would love the sparkly eyeshadow bit. Ms. Moon is one stylish bitch. I'm sayin.

Mel's Way or No Way said...

After one shitty fucking week (and it's not over yet) A and I had the best laugh over your original title. A inhaled a piece of pork chop but I was lucky she hacked it out before I had to Heimlich her. Well maybe the week isn't so bad after all. Love ya!

Sarcastic Bastard said...

Mel and A,
You know I love you two. Glad I made you guys laugh. Also very glad A did not choke.

Love,

SB