i can handle this.
actually, i swear to G-d, reading it, made me laugh.
maybe it was bob.
maybe it was a hoax.
i dunno.
guess what?
when i came to rmd, i had nothing left to believe in.
i still don't.
i live simple in my wild animal luxury.
I doubt it's him. But feel free to dream. :)
IT IS A MYSTERY!
HOW DO I SHOT RACHEL
Rachel it's me Bob. Seriously, I AM THE REAL BOB DYLAN.
p.s. Where are the noodz? I told you to send me noodz!
Remember the third word of the second line of the 4th verse on the 11th
song if my second single ?
yeah baby, thats for you.
what the shit, I was promised noodz too.
RACHEL POST THE PICTURES.
I got involved with monster trucks when I was three. My parents took me
to a big rally in North Carolina, and I was hooked. I begged them to
buy me a monster truck pillow, and they did. I went to Toys R Us, and
they bought me monster truck toys. When I was 15, I drove my first
monster truck, but I have to stop because I lost my left arm in a car
accident outside Houston, Texas.
I am a huge fan of monster trucks. I will travel the country attending
monster truck rallies, and I will use the Internet to find out about
them.
what
jhf...@gmail.com wrote:
> what
You guys are all massive faggots.
Also everyone here is laughing at you. Including me. You probably
should stop posting on the internet about Bob Dylan. If you haven't
figured it out yet, you are completely delusional.
Sorry :(
Mail the meth in a UPS box to me at
151 West 100th Street
New York, New York 10025
and I will meet you in real life for real. Also put your address on a
piece of paper in the box so that I can find you!
<3 Bob