So a few weeks ago my mom comes home and tells me that The Raconteures are playing in Maine.
I was a little agitated with her so I said "Why do you care? It is not like you are going." Turns out, she is.
She is all hocked up on Jack White right now, she wouldn't even know who he was if it wasn't for me.
But the she tells me they are opening for Bob Dylan, but she just really wants to see Jack.
This pissed me off. It is Bob ******** Dylan. His voice is pure orgasm.
I told my dad this and that I thought she might be on drugs.
Then my dad informed me that back when my parents were together they went to see Bob Dylan with there friends. And that she was not really that into him then either.
For the record my mom is a stupid hippie and she has bad taste in music.
I want to see Bob Dylan, But there is no way in hell I am going with her.
She will be screaming and "whoo"ing the whole time, she may even dance.
I hate when she dances.
I am so jealous right now...
emo
I was a little agitated with her so I said "Why do you care? It is not like you are going." Turns out, she is.
She is all hocked up on Jack White right now, she wouldn't even know who he was if it wasn't for me.
But the she tells me they are opening for Bob Dylan, but she just really wants to see Jack.
This pissed me off. It is Bob ******** Dylan. His voice is pure orgasm.
I told my dad this and that I thought she might be on drugs.
Then my dad informed me that back when my parents were together they went to see Bob Dylan with there friends. And that she was not really that into him then either.
For the record my mom is a stupid hippie and she has bad taste in music.
I want to see Bob Dylan, But there is no way in hell I am going with her.
She will be screaming and "whoo"ing the whole time, she may even dance.
I hate when she dances.
I am so jealous right now...
emo
