I could totally eat him up with some whipped cream and a spoon... since I can't sleep I think I'll plug some Bruce into my CD player and... let him coo me to sleep.
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I hate to ruin the vision, but...
True story. This girl I dated a very long time ago lived in Union Beach, N.J. Not very far from Asbury Park. She was a candy striper in a hospital there when she was in her teens and Bruce was somewhere between the E Street Shuffle and Born to Run. She idolized him, until she had to deal with him in the hospital. He was a nice enough guy, but he never bathed. She said the smell would knock you over...and whatever he was there for didn't stop him from using a shower, if he would have decided to do that. She said, ever since that day, every time she heard him on the radio, she'd just think...gross.
What did you say? I have selective vision...lol
Seriously though, he's just a fantasy...whatever his personal hygiene is...well, that's his business. But I'll take it into consideration the next time I try to get front row seats at his concert.
;)
Wow, you'd make a hell of a Jersey girl, hehe... I can vouch for what John said... I lived in a boarding house upstate for a while, and the lady there had musicians stay there all the time (her son was the drummer for Twisted Sister, had pics of him all over the living room hehe)... she had pics of Bruce too, back in his young days, and she said sometimes some of the band would crash there, and she always told me he was so greasy looking and smelled, lol... ah well, life on the road, I guess, lol.
oh well... I guess he was once smelly (at least he looks clean now) but... butt....
he's music doesn't stink.
oh hell no, the music's great
Rosalita is still one of my favorite songs ever, and a very dangerous one for me to listen to in a car. Somewhere around that place in Southern California down San Diego way, I look down and the speedometer is somewhere near 90, and I'm looking for the blue lights.
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